Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1189: Chapter 980: Why Are You So Happy

Edna sharply glanced at the ‘Old Age Striking King’, and judging by the blackness of his face, it was obvious the Old Dog was spewing flowers of rhetoric again, though not that severely, probably just on Mama San’s level.

This was normal.

If it weren’t for her presence, the Sanda King wouldn’t have bothered with Snow Old Dog and his naturally spoken crude jokes.

After all, ‘Cunlü’s’ little talks were more frequent and the content so abundant that even Elvia was amazed, having lived for so many years.

They just avoided her, that’s all.

But there were times they couldn’t avoid her, and Edna could still hear a bit… generally speaking, if they realized she was nearby, one could rely on the Sanda King’s expression to gauge the extent of those words.

For instance, today’s was considered normal communication, but in the world of the Undead Tribe, such things weren’t suitable for minors to hear.

Edna controlled her urge to sigh… when she was 8, walking by Mama Santseron’s House of Joy and Healing in Deepwater City, even Sharol would explain to her what this delicate, beautiful, and romantically elegant little building was used for.

An eight-year-old in Toril could already consider their future, especially noblewomen, many of whom had engagements at that age… if they hadn’t demonstrated talents recognized by their families.

Like Edna, who started her mage education early, she was taught many noble secrets, such as the various implications of fans, almost starting from age 4 or 5.

One could opt out, but had to know… unless you directly renounce all social interactions and retreat into a Magic Tower never to emerge again.

Edna leaned against the window, watching the pair below each with their own hidden thoughts, and smiled quietly… Midnight was a pure arcanist, and from the reclusive sect, otherwise, she wouldn’t be so naive… she didn’t even know how to fan herself, let alone understand what issues arose from giving a fan to a man.

Besides, once she became Mystra, she wouldn’t need to adhere to those trivial noble etiquettes… once she spoke, those men, whether willing or not, would have no choice but to listen.

So, if that Miss Manske truly grew up in the Holy Mountain Temple, even with some of Mystra’s memories awakened, she wouldn’t conduct herself so… smoothly.

If one truly understood Midnight’s character, as soon as Manske began her multifaceted social exchanges, one should have judged her unusualness.

Yet Kelben still didn’t show any sign.

Edna smiled and shook her head… What was the Black Staff afraid of? What if it really was?

That was Midnight’s gaze!

She’d rather watch this impostor tarnish Mystra’s honor than risk a little bit.

Edna suddenly took out a 360-degree silk folding fan and slowly fanned herself… She was a girl who grew up in Elaströ’s Silver Palace, knowing all sorts of court life trivia by the age of eight.

These obscure things, she actually understood quite well, just like that young girl’s seemingly pure yet hooked gaze, she also knew how to express it.

But Edna was very willing to be restrained by the Sanda King… Neither Midnight nor Edna ever received such meticulous care from female elders.

She really, really liked this feeling and was willing to remain silent.

“Edna.” Gendilarei asked, poking his head, “Where did this strange fan come from? Why does it look like an eastern round fan?”

“Nice, huh~ It came from the Undead Tribe, and it’s very popular in Hidden Town. The elves, however, don’t like using ordinary folding fans.” Edna said with a mischievous smile.

“Hill loves crystal fans~ so we made various kinds of fans, and for some reason, after arriving in Toril, they suddenly became popular.” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ tilted her head cutely, glancing at the Sanda King beside Edna, “Speaking of which, are we going out tomorrow?”

“Why not go out? I still want to see that automatic harp!

In the past, when coming to Deepwater City, I never visited any instrument shops.” ‘Old Age Striking King’ chimed in… the Old Dog let out a small breath… it was fortunate this matter passed without incident.

“Doesn’t the Young Master really like musical instruments?” Edna asked mischievously, “Why hasn’t he gone to that ‘Harlan Barult’s Harpsichord and Harp’? It’s the most famous instrument shop in The North, right?”

“Here in Toril, making instruments relies somewhat on intuition.” ‘Old Age Striking King’ said mildly, “Although there are many shining masterpieces, most need careful tuning to be used.

The Young Master can’t stand this; he’s used to things finely crafted, so he avoids instrument shops to prevent conflicts.

Nasir tilted his head thoughtfully and said, “So in the world of the Undead Tribe, everything has a standard? That sounds boring!”

“A flash of genius above the standard is more valuable.” ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ said nonchalantly.

Nasir quietly watched him, suddenly feeling a new respect… However, he quickly discarded that feeling into the trash can… Snow Old Dog gripped the window tightly: “Look! That female warrior~ Oh ho~ are these two flirting?”

After Manske delivered the fan and tossed a few flirtatious glances, he went back upstairs, even though he had a different view of Jai… Of course, whether she truly saw him differently is debatable, but since she acts like a Mystra without restored memory, she has to show some special attention to this particularly Kranvo-looking person.

But Jai never left, instead, he sat on the bench between two stone pillars with his head down, looking thoughtful… If it weren’t for the central location of the side building, he might have gone unnoticed.

Jai kept looking outside at the flash of lightning and roar of thunder, his face changing unpredictably, gently touching his right cheek… He seemed to sense whose anger this was.

The thunderstorm that struck Deepwater City for so long had many able to perceive the killing aura, but few could directly discern who the roar of the thunder was from.

This guy is very likely an ex-Milko follower… These people were the most unlucky; when Milko just fell, the followers of the Lord of Bones had just accepted Cyric… They transitioned quite naturally; after all, one was fear of death, the other madness of death, neither good.

Then Cyric was banished by all gods, and the death divinity was transferred to Kranvo.

It is hard to judge what kind of deity Milko was… He was arrogant and proud yet his followers were the easiest to convert among the Three Gods of Death, with many happily following Kranvo.

Even if Kranvo required them to convert to the Neutral Faction after three years of faith, most did.

And the remaining ones mostly wandered outside, searching for a god they could devote their faith to… Then a portion was picked up by the resurrected Bane.

The mysterious aura in Jai’s body, coupled with his sensitivity towards the Force of Death, likely originated from this.

No wonder he could always conceal his presence… In the city where Nasir and the others were, there was a portion that believed in the Lich God Visaron, where the aura of evil and death appeared normally.

Jai looked up at the sky, his expression cold, mixed with a hint of hatred and anger… Then his contemplation was interrupted.

The female warrior who came back walked gracefully to Jai’s side, her slender fingers lightly brushed across his shoulder.

Though her movement was agile and brief, the Old Dog avoiding further discussion with Gendilarei, who kept questioning what was wrong with ‘Wind, Pull, Pluck, Sing,’ saw it and happily called everyone to watch.

Jai turned his head slightly, glancing at the agile and voluptuous blonde female warrior, then smiled indifferently and shook his head: “Madame, goodnight.”

“Huh?” Gendilarei was quite surprised, “Isn’t he Rose’s subordinate?”

“Bane’s, right… The kind who joined later, not loyal enough, but Bane doesn’t care, he always rewards his subordinates as long as they can do things, even the betrayal in between doesn’t matter.

Such people certainly wouldn’t risk their lives for Bane, if Rose offered good rewards, he would help too.

After all, this event was initially Bane and Rose’s joint effort.

Otherwise, last time when Rose was beaten by Shaer, Jai should have gone out to help.

Rose isn’t the kind of Main God who is easy to negotiate with; any explanation won’t be accepted.” Edna’s hand unconsciously slid across the glass window, her long eyelashes constantly fluttering.

She seemed to understand why someone dared to impersonate Kranvo.

These followers abandoned by the new God of Death would definitely seek revenge when given the chance.

Even Kranvo himself would choose to let them off the hook as long as it’s not excessive… But only once.

Edna hesitated a bit, not knowing how to deal with Jai… That damned Manske is easier to deal with, kill and throw into the Styx… Would Kranvo fish her out?

“Milko’s people?” Gendilarei suddenly burst into laughter, “Are the Lord of Bones’ followers not all exclusive priests? See everything as skeleton, right?

Even if Milko fell and their vision recovered… They’ve become accustomed to that rosy skeleton view, haven’t they?

Huh?

Wait, Bane and Rose brought Jai out to avoid tempting those interested in Mystra?

Oh… Midnight is the kind of person who is crazy about romance, men indeed can be swayed easily… So they simply found someone insusceptible to swaying!

Tsk tsk, these two guys, though they usually don’t do anything proper, considered quite thoroughly.”

Edna’s eyes narrowed slightly, staring intently at the Lord of Dawn’s Chosen: “Why are you so happy?”