Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1186: Chapter 977: Flash of Lightning and Roar of Thunder Over Deepwater City

“Isn’t that quite nice?” Sitting on the outskirts, ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ couldn’t help but speak, “Staying put has a continuous stream of enemies… that’s a kind of happiness!”

Edna’s mouth twitched a bit: “Would you want to see Rose appear in your own home? The same Rose who just left Agleya?”

‘Snow Cloud Peak’ smiled and opened his mouth, ready to speak.

However, the ‘Old Age Striking King’ calmly and threateningly interrupted his answer: “Old Dog! This is Edna, not those unlucky bosses of yours… Speak the truth!”

“I’ll go back and discuss a good location with the Mithril Elves, such good enemies shouldn’t be wasted!” Snow Old Dog lowered his head, looking dejected, “How nice was that Supreme Forest door! That Mystra couldn’t hang on sooner or later, had to have bad luck when we were just happy.”

Edna tugged at the corner of her mouth: “Shouldn’t you be cursing Cyric?”

“A deity assassinated in their own home…” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ leaned back on the soft sofa, grinning, “It’s almost like a lie… I thought I would hear a tale of blood and betrayal!

But in the end, it turned out to be really just their own carelessness.”

Edna nodded very earnestly: “Yes! Midnight was purely foolish, but Cyric was truly evil… and then, Shaer was honestly lacking in virtue.”

“Ah!” Nasir peeked his head in from the door… he didn’t know when he had been standing outside the door acting as a guard, “Miss Edna, it’s best if you don’t comment too much on my Lord.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to handle it… I really don’t have the right to ask my Lord how to face such disrespect.

Maybe… you could wait until Hydra returns before you speak freely?”

Edna looked at Nasir and gave a slight smile: “It’s okay, whatever I say she can see it, if there’s a problem she’ll directly come to me… that’s what our Lord of Agleya discussed.”

Hill glanced at Shaer, who was shrouded in black silk: “Edna’s resentment runs deep!”

“If it were me, I’d probably have flipped the table by now.” Celene suddenly spoke empathetically, “Think about it, my Chosen, my enemies, and I don’t even know if they are still my faithful followers, plus those sneakily plotting Peekers, tsk tsk, when they team up to perform a farcical comedy… with former opponents sitting on the side watching the show.

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine!

The fact that Edna can sit so steadily, I have to admire this young girl a bit.”

“The Undead Tribe… has taught her many things.” Shaer said indifferently, “Especially since she’s been following some of the solid management of the Undead Tribe… people without thick skin, sharp methods, and flexible wrists couldn’t have come this far today.

Also, the Mithril Elves are considered the most broad-minded among the carefree Elves… they won’t jump up until the fire burns their hair, as long as she has even a bit of that spirit, what else can drive her into a rage?

Children raised by these two kinds of people, ha ha, the old man is bound to receive countless surprises in the future.

Haven’t you always wanted to absorb fresh blood from the outer Universes?

Edna alone should make him understand what truly dazzling, breathtaking means?”

Celene quickly chimed in: “Days of endless fun are right before our eyes!”

Really… such a model son of his father! And not just one, but a pair.

Hill’s face remained unchanged, but inside, his emotions were turbulent.

Lansendel cackled with laughter, but wisely didn’t make any comments… Even he knew better than to give AO a chance to lash out, Hill would be less likely to be garrulous.

Of course, Nasir also understood the position of his own Main God… If those three strong Divine Power existences were still a secret in the past, from the moment yesterday when Shaer strolled back into the Floating Castle, their small Agleya gathering had already become public knowledge.

Nasir felt he was still better off, after all, his mission was just to follow this Descendant of Azuth, regardless of whether Edna eventually becomes a Chosen or a Demigod, there might just be a bit of danger on the road.

After all, the main storyline of the Path of Destiny would definitely be opened by that Miss Manks next door, so his days weren’t too difficult.

Those various temples are now truly embarrassed… Especially some that have been fighting the Tower of the Dawn and the Silver Temple until now, the Temple of the Night God… Shaer just won’t promote those who assassinate Silvermoon Devotees, she hasn’t completely changed her stance against the Silvermoon Temple.

Let alone the Tower of the Dawn.

Iltmara from the Kalinsan probably feels really bewildered… Several Towers of the Dawn on the mountains surrounding Kalinsan were built specifically to deal with her Ancient Night Temple.

She and Lansendel’s followers have had the most fights.

Now what?

The Kalinsan might not even know how many Followers of the Night have fainted these past few days!

Even their Great Priest from Quel Senta is the same… heh heh, let that guy keep swallowing his bounty!

When Nasir thought of those unlucky Chosen and High Priests… he didn’t feel that his own hardship was much at all.

He smiled very sincerely at Edna: “Some things must be upheld by a loyal follower even when facing a crisis of death.”

Edna, of course, understood what Nasir meant… Everyone knew that Shaer would be watching the situation here, so he had to at least pretend to be a bit loyal!

Who would believe in the loyalty of the Night Cloak anyway… It’s all because the Temple of the Night, although taking quite a cut, at least doesn’t screw over its own devotees!

Shaer has always been about doing things themselves; others can’t take action… Without a good enough reason, no one can screw their own people… Everyone’s into intrigue unless they are sure they can kill all witnesses, otherwise, they generally won’t easily harbor killing intent… After all, Shaer is quite sensitive about betrayal.

If it were the Dark Sun Church and the Thieves’ Guild… not only do they take cuts, but they also specialize in betraying insiders.

Unless you’re an extremely unlucky hitman or thief, ah, madmen aside—who just want to kill a few people for some small change, who would want to join those two organizations?

Gendilarei, who was still discussing belief issues with them just now, didn’t plan to join this conversation at all… Discussing loyalty with the Shadow Cloak is simply an insult to him.

The Chosen of the Lord of Dawn merely glanced in the direction of the main building: “Actually, I don’t have much interest in her identity, after all, it’s obvious that my Lord is just here for entertainment this time.

But the fact that the Miss Saint always subconsciously avoids me walking by, is quite displeasing.”

He lightly raised his eyebrows: “Therefore, I’m quite willing to let her feel my displeasure.”

“But why did you leave the Tower of the Dawn?” Edna asked in confusion.

“With such a lively event, how could I not personally take a look?” Gendilarei said matter-of-factly, “Isn’t the main function of the Dawn Stone in the Tower of the Dawn to let us exchange information with each other?”

“Hmm…” Edna gave Gendilarei a steady look and suddenly felt very grateful to Midnight… She also knew she didn’t have high control over the Weave, so before completing this fundamental task, Midnight didn’t assign any true Chosen of her own except for that Preaching Mage.

This is really wonderful indeed!

If there were truly any Chosen who were exactly like Midnight coming over, Edna thought she might actually choose to give up on the path to godhood and simply let AO try to see if they could make that Miss Manks the new Mystra.

Since they are all mortals ascending to godhood, doing it again wouldn’t matter.

Maybe it would even let AO experience the charm of Hell!

Edna, after letting her thoughts roam for a while, finally returned to reality… the cold reality: “Gendilarei, we’re planning to visit Deepwater City early tomorrow morning, would you like to come with us?

Leaving behind a beautiful memory wouldn’t be bad, right?”

Gendilarei, surprised, turned his head toward this calm-faced, brown-haired girl: It’s the first time someone knowing his identity still dared to invite him to go shopping together!

They hadn’t even left the ‘Jade Pot’ Inn for a minute, and most shop owners in Deepwater City who knew what they were up to would probably choose to close up shop.

“We only want to see the beautiful side of Deepwater City.” Edna’s long eyelashes gently fluttered, “Those… places with filth and villainy should just disappear with the wind!”

“I wonder if Mr. Gendilarei would be interested in a drink together?

This is Elf Wine from Hill, something hard to get outside.

Care to drink till dawn?” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ suddenly received Edna’s thoughts… With the Chosen of the Lord of Dawn present, Elvia’s wonderful vision definitely has no chance of coming true.

And the black-haired Manks next to her, who seemed quite interested in Edna, could only lay low and turn their attention to others.

Feeling the sincerity of ‘Snow Cloud Peak,’ Gendilarei decisively nodded and pointed to the tea seats by the window: “There is fine, we can even watch the legal brawls among the family members of some Great Lords of Deepwater City.

Ah… to win the favor of an eight-year-old girl, valiantly demonstrating a knight’s loyalty!”

Nasir suddenly laughed: “Knight? A knight like Kranvo? Well, they’re a bit lacking… even Jai Ford has come to Deepwater City.

He originally wanted to tag along with us, but after seeing the Miss Saint, he decisively moved into the main building.

Though he tried to avoid our attention, hehe… how could I possibly overlook him!”

“Who?”

“A swordsman said to look exactly like Kranvo,” Edna said, quite happily, “I wonder if the Manks, who looks exactly like Midnight, would recognize him.”

“Whether it’s a match made in heaven or destined lightning bolts, depends on this fateful stare-down!” ‘Snow Cloud Peak,’ which had already sat down, just finished saying with a chuckle, when outside it instantly flashed with lightning and thunder roared.

“Old Dog’s mouth is indeed blessed.” ‘Old Age Striking King’ quickly commented and then rushed to the window, looking up.

The people of Deepwater City, though surprised, were only slightly puzzled because the range of this thunderstorm seemed a bit small.

However, in the Floating Castle, three figures with great divine power all turned their heads to look towards the south in surprise.

“Is this… Lord of the Dead?” Celene murmured, “This is just infuriating!”