Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1182: Chapter 973: Lansendel Knows Everything

Edna truly didn’t know how to continue talking with this Miss Manks... Could she really be mistaken about whether Midnight had any blood relatives?

That guy’s first move upon ascending to the starry sky was to utilize bloodline tracking to find people! And he wasn’t just looking for his own.

Midnight might have had many flaws, but she was indeed very loyal to her love. Her greatest regret was the disappearance of her lover... At that time, she didn’t know Kranvo had become the God of Death, so she attempted to find his soul in the Styx and his blood relatives on Toril.

Unfortunately, both she and Kranvo were destined to be solitary souls.

So Edna didn’t have any doubts about her identity... Without a bloodline, if randomly selecting a body to attach to, the descendants of Black Eye were indeed more suitable.

After all, no matter how human the body, Black Eye had already begun integrating with the Weave back then, and her descendants naturally had an affinity with the Weave.

So this in front of her, really didn’t know what it was... However, the young girl couldn’t help muttering: After becoming a deity, Midnight’s appearance had indeed changed a bit from the past, this tender image that even she almost forgot, who else would remember it?

This thing that seemed prepared to trap her—could it really be something that Cyric concocted?

Could AO really be that ruthless?

It’s impossible that just when Edna found a way out, he would immediately let Cyric, who had been locked away for less than two years, out, right?

But Manske... with the current situation in the Shadow Realm, even if that guy held ill intentions, he couldn’t cause any trouble for the time being, right?

Shaer, wanting to see the fun, definitely wouldn’t let Manske out to cause chaos... Edna was very certain that to maintain this spectacle, which could make Shaer laugh for ten thousand years, the Lady of the Dark Night would definitely ensure that the truth was revealed as late as possible.

So... she needed to first find out when this little girl named Manske dared to appear before the public, before considering who might have taken action.

Edna, with her head full of questions, followed the manager of the ’Jade Pot’ Inn into a side building nearly ten meters high and vast in space... Despite having only three floors, it was as tall as the five-story central building. Wasn’t this place originally prepared to receive large and robust races?

Following behind her, Nasir suddenly said ominously, ”Ah~ I’ve heard a certain lord of Deepwater City has a good relationship with the Lionfolk leader on the wasteland, it seems to be true!”

”How could that be?” the manager said unchanged in expression, ”It’s just that nobles more or less are accustomed to bringing relatively tall attendants when going out.

Our Jade Pot Inn has always been well prepared... ah... but since this place is specifically provided for the great nobility, the reception at the door wasn’t authorized to use here, that’s why there was a bit of hesitance, that’s my mistake.

But I didn’t really expect to receive so many distinguished guests continuously!

Shadow Valley and Silvermoon City have brought so many high-level mages... well... they entered first, so of course we had to attend to them first, fortunately they preferred to stay in the main building... the fourth floor is just right.

They’re all archmages after all!”

He put emphasis on the last sentence, implying that since their statuses were similar, naturally the ones who arrived first had to be attended to first.

The manager of the ’Jade Pot’ thought it through well... No matter how high Edna’s status was, she couldn’t be traveling around with her identity, competing with the subordinates of the Mistrala Elector over who was served first, right?

Moreover, to show his sincerity, he explained their true intention of wanting to stay under the Saint’s floor to seize the opportunity to build a good rapport with that lady. Edna should understand his sincerity too.

Even if Azuth’s descendants were prideful, even if they were full of confidence, in the face of Mystra, the most they would do would be to remain aloof and not rush into the busy spot... what else could they do?

The manager felt she had made a wrong choice: Even if Azuth himself were present, he wouldn’t treat his main god with such indifference!

Young girls tend to fuss over some unnecessary things.

Tsk tsk, the tense relationship between Azuth and the Goddess of Magic is known even to us lower ranks... This child still doesn’t know to help her ancestors and that Saint lady get along well, to avoid trouble from the Weave if that lady returns!

Well~ it’s none of his business, he doesn’t need to bother with this futile affair... If Kelben becomes the new Deity of Mages, even though they were merely the servants of the Archmage of the Black Staff, their days would surely become much better.

As for Nasir, who brought up the Lionfolk, the manager had absolutely no intention of engaging: where did this fool come from, asking such stupid questions?

What does it matter to you if my master does associate with the Lionfolk?

The ’Old Age Striking King’ annoyingly raised his eyebrow: ”Why do you have so much useless talk?

Just say others arrived before us, so you had to serve them first, isn’t that enough?

Does anyone even really bother arguing about this with you?

Humph!

You really want to compare the number of high-level mages with us?

Are you serious?

I’ll call people over right away!”

The manager couldn’t help but shudder all over, ”No no no!”

He immediately gave himself a hard slap, bowing obsequiously as he said, ”It was I who misspoke, it’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have worried that you all might be displeased due to my slow actions and just babbled nonsense.

Don’t... as you see, I’ve already had this side building cleaned thoroughly and ensured no one will disturb your rest... so, please just consider me a worthless fool and spare me this time?”

This behavior made the ’Old Age Striking King’ look even more displeased... what’s the meaning of this? Are they being treated as terrifying beasts?

The Undead Tribe is so well-behaved!

They only ever target those from the Evil Faction!

Ah... no, the Female Priest slowly realized, humans colluding with beastmen likely have problems one way or another!

No wonder this guy is so afraid of the Undead Tribe who are habitually detecting alignments... there’s no way he’d pass.

As long as there’s a reason, the unapologetic Undead Tribe entering Deepwater City would mean yet another round of rampage.

If he really brought the main force of the Undead Tribe over again, not to mention his own boss, even the big shots of Deepwater City would take action to ruin him.

Tsk, tsk, the Female Priest shook her head in boredom... the kowtowing was too quick, making her lose interest instantly.

’Old Age Striking King’ certainly couldn’t understand the supervisor’s feelings, still dreaming about the wonderful life ahead... how could he fall before the door even opens!

Edna glanced at Nasir, who had quietly kept the topic alive... this guy was tightly following behind her!

Unlike Devis and Luca, who lingered behind, possibly trying to find a place to stay in the main building.

Edna chuckled; if those two brought people along, she’d start collecting team fees... that’s the real sign of an adventure party officially forming.

But if they chose to seek the supposed Mistral, Edna touched the manual at her waist... then she’d have to draw two more lines.

If that’s the case, Edna thought in bewilderment... did she fail a bit too much?

The things that happened today made this usually confident young lady waver a little.

Thankfully, whether due to being a follower of Azuth or the pleasant harmony with Edna in recent times, Luca and Devis silently followed behind.

When Edna was about to pay for the room, Devis quickly came over to hand over two Ferun Great Land trade gold bars... each worth 5000 gold coins.

Edna gave a faint smile, and after accepting the gold bars, she took out her manual to record the team’s accounts.

She then turned her head to look at Nasir, who gave her an innocent smile: the Defensive Mage sighed and began counting coins.

It was evident that compared to Luca and Devis, who had decent backgrounds, Nasir obviously had to earn little by little on his own... his entry into the Temple of the Dark Night was quite normal, considering the substantial side income.

He must be a Night Cloak, only those who frequently take assassination missions are so used to settling any deal, regardless of size, with coins rather than trade bars designated for large transactions.

The manager of ’Jade Pot’ Inn stood to the side with a smile, becoming more respectful with his expression: an adventurer party indeed collects an initial fund from all members, but it’s never like what’s happening now.

If someone could easily take out 5000 gold coins... why even bother forming a party, going on such trivial ventures?

Edna actually understood the value of money well, otherwise, she wouldn’t have collected toll fees alongside the White Dragon Queen, but she genuinely didn’t think her team members taking out 5000 gold coins was a big deal... she was influenced by the Undead Tribe’s views on money!

She knew that tens of thousands of gold were a lot, but spending it joyfully was something Edna understood even more.

Her current understanding of some life knowledge was thanks to Elvia, a dragon adept at managing.

Edna tilted her head in thought... and counted 600 gold coins to give to the manager: ”We’ll stay for three days.”

Lying to the side, feeling the thick plush carpets of the side building hall, Elvia suddenly raised her head: ”What? Robbery? You... dare to rob a dragon’s money?”

In the eyes of the White Dragon Queen, Edna’s money was her money... as for Elvia’s own coins... who would spend their bed money?

”Sorry, Elvia never likes spending money, see you in three days!” Edna said with a calm expression, waving her hand to send the manager, whose legs were trembling under the draconic pressure and who had plopped down on the ground, out the door.

”Edna.” the Undead Tribe watching the commotion at the door called out, ”Someone’s here for you.”

A priest in yellow chainmail had already been let in by the Undead... Edna looked up and immediately understood why he was granted access... the pink circle on his helmet’s crest marked his identity: Lansendel’s priest.

Removing the helmet, the male priest revealed a handsome face and flowing red hair: ”Greetings, esteemed Miss Edna.

My master has just instructed to deliver some intelligence for you all to share.”

Edna gave a quirky smile: ”Ah... Lansendel knows everything, please come upstairs! I, uh... need to calm down and listen to the story carefully.”