Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1228: Chapter 1019: Why Is There So Much Stuff?

“Wait!” Someone called out to the departing Andria.

The people on the cloud all lowered their heads, the Miss Manks, with Jason standing on her left and that Cyric Elector on her right, was eagerly shouting at them, “Can you stop for a moment?”

“What’s the matter?” Edna asked calmly, “The Undead Tribe has already reached Icewind Valley, we’re in a hurry. If it’s not important, can it wait until we return?”

“Ah… but I also really want to go to Icewind Valley! That’s the Naish Scroll! For someone like me… how attractive it is!” Manks’ black eyes were filled with sincerity, “So… can you give us a lift?

I can pay!”

“Ah? What did you say?” Edna could hardly believe her ears… Did this Manks really think that the mere soul fragment of Mystra could make them automatically forget how Talos and Karagos appeared?

Even if someone is willing to sacrifice themselves for that Path of Destiny, wouldn’t they have to look for those Mystra Electors?

Why look for descendants of Azuth?

Especially, why look for a descendant of Azuth who was betrayed by a Mystra Elector?

Does she care what Manks might find?

Ha~ she’s not a naive little girl, what does it have to do with her?

Edna straightforwardly said, “Go find Numia! Why come to us?”

Standing before the rubble, Numia couldn’t help but glance up at the Eighth Ring Mage diverting disaster eastward, then quickly turned his head, staring earnestly at Talos.

Manks piled on the smiles, trying her best to look bright and adorable… but Edna only felt like that person was smiling herself into a giant dahlia flower!

“But it’s on your way, isn’t it? Isn’t it good to have someone share the travel costs?”

“I’m sorry.” Edna tried to suppress the urge to smash that face, “Your smile is so ugly, I don’t want to keep looking at it! Nor do I want to see it every day!

Furthermore, the owner of the Weave, how could they not be able to fly? Isn’t Flight Art easy enough that a Three-Ring Mage can easily find it in the Weave?

Please don’t tell me about Magic Slots! If even Mystra’s soul shard can’t handle that, who exactly can you convince?

So… you should fly by yourself slowly! Miss Manks.”

Elvia, flying on the other side, suddenly burst out laughing, made a turn, and led the way north.

Manks, furious, clutched the fan in her hand.

That Edna dared to be so rude to her!

Even if she could fly on her own… her flying speed is still limited to the capacity of a Three-Ring Mage!

Then why go to Icewind Valley? By the time she reaches Luskan, those guys have probably already divided everything up!

The items the electors get, logically, the Goddess of Magic would naturally see.

But she… hehe~

She still needs to see it with her own eyes!

She turned and whispered softly, “This descendant of Azuth, it seems, has no interest in Mystra’s current state!

Deity of Mages… is he finally planning to split from Mystra?

What a pity, indeed!”

The Dark Sun Follower quietly pulled his hat down over his head, “Aren’t you getting too into character?

Who would still think you’re truly Mystra?

Even if that Goddess of Magic shattered into a hundred and eighty pieces, you collaborating with evil gods to screw over the magic electors really wouldn’t happen.

If she paid attention to you, that would be the real problem, right?”

Manks opened her pearl fan, looking delicate as she fanned herself, “Ah~ then do we have to take a carriage there?

Icewind Valley is so far away!

Dear Jason, I’m afraid I’ll need you to drive the carriage, hm? I… you… you’ll accompany me, won’t you?”

Jason crossed his arms, speaking coldly, “At this point… I can only follow you, tch, I don’t even know who Bane intends for me to lure out.”

The Dark Sun Follower pulled his hat down to his face, “Don’t worry, if Kranvo shows up, I can help, our Lord would definitely be happy to come out and have a laugh.”

“Have you forgotten something?” Talos, floating mid-air, couldn’t help but bellow loudly.

Manks suddenly realized, looking enigmatically at her pearl fan, “You’re out here, so… isn’t it useless now?”

Talos extended his hand, “Was it your plan to walk away with my exquisite pearl?”

Manks’ face stiffened as she tossed the pearl fan to Talos, “And you call yourself a strong Divine Power? So stingy!”

“Look at the gemstone on your head, then say that.” Talos’ expression was calm but his tone firm, “But… it’s not about the gemstone’s value, it’s just that your… value is no longer enough.”

Manks’ face quickly turned ash-gray, “Heh! If you weren’t this impatient and sycophantic, you wouldn’t always fail!”

While flying, Talos said, “Watch your expression! If you keep it up, your identity will be exposed! Although it’s not yet certain who you are, but… heh, who still thinks you’re human?

“Don’t let Toril kick you out.”

Manks’s face, which was initially enraged, instantly returned to a smiling expression… The speed of her change was so fast that it startled the onlookers.

Then, under the eyes of everyone, she and the two gentlemen discussed their next target and left in a simple black Alchemy Carriage.

It seems that Miss Manks hasn’t given up the belief in meddling to the end on this Path of Destiny.

The people of Deepwater City watched her leave with hatred on their faces… Indeed, Kelben was the main reason they lost their home completely, but regardless of who was to blame, when the main culprit is dead, they receive the greatest hatred.

But none of the strong ones remaining at Deepwater City reached out… The Path of Destiny loomed over them like Kranvo’s sickle.

Anyone who reaches out is bound to get cut, and no one wants to be the unlucky one.

The Undead Tribe didn’t all leave; after all, someone had to stay and watch over the broadcasting crystal ball equipment.

Moreover, many lingering issues in Deepwater City deserved their attention… such as Talos, who stood firmly in place, staring at Numia from afar.

Who would believe he has no other intentions?

While Xinbu has gone to Icewind Valley, he hasn’t moved at all!

The Archbishop of Celene and the Chosen of Lansendel also stayed there silently, their expressions somewhat numb, as they were invited by another Undead Tribe member onto a distinctively black floating cloud.

This Undead Tribe member, called ‘An Idler,’ seemed to have a unique insight.

They could tell that this kind of floating cloud was not cheap, but as for him… forget it, better not look at him.

He barely looks presentable! Why dress so bizarrely?

Edna, on the cloud, rested her chin in her hand and gazed at the fading Deepwater City, suddenly lamenting: “How many roads have we wasted walking?”

“Devis, Luca,” the ‘Old Age Striking King’ turned to ask, “Your attendants, who were sent back to Agleya when the incident occurred in the circular hall, do you need to pick them up?”

Devis thought for a moment and decisively shook his head: “Forget it, sending Soma over might be troublesome, right? I saw quite a few Lionfolk and Tiger People appear on that giant screen in the Ten Towns of Icewind.

Let’s have them wait for us in Agleya!

Anyway… I guess the matter in Icewind Valley may soon come to an end.”

He turned his head to look at Edna: “Even if the Nyscroll appears, with our standard, it’s good if we can read a few chapters.

I thought you’d watch till the end in Deepwater City, but you left… Was it to lure that Manks over?”

Edna nodded solemnly: “Although we aren’t pure followers of Mystra, such a woman walking around under Mystra’s name is really uncomfortable.

It feels like my own standards have been dragged to the Abyss!”

“Is it the Spider Magic Net?” Elvia, flying next to them, giggled as she spoke.

“Let’s leave it at that.” Leonard grabbed the Fairy Dragon hanging around his neck, watching the scene, “Even the Devil shouldn’t be described in such an unkind manner.

Rose just happens to live in the Bottomless Abyss, and most Demons don’t care about this filth.

In Hell, even the Duke of Demons would be scared off.”

Edna glanced dumbfoundedly at Leonard and instantly decided to give up chatting with the Nature Mage… It might just kill the conversation.

She turned her head and looked curiously at her White Dragon companion: “Elvia, you’re in high spirits today!”

The White Dragon Queen suddenly burst into song: “Ah! Life~ vast and boundless~”

On the pink clouds, several members of the Undead Tribe sang along with her, “Flowing with the waves, rising and falling~ Life~ like a dream~ My dear, where are you!”

“My dear is in Icewind Valley~”

Elvia probably plans to leave the troublesome future to Arausato… Originally, in their relationship, most of the mental activity was done by this Ancient White Dragon.

Otherwise, why would Elvia accept such a sleepyhead boyfriend whom she can only meet a few times every 100 years!

Thinking of this, Edna couldn’t help but chuckle, and her pretty little face beamed with a smile.

“What is Talos up to?” The deities on the Floating Castle and those at Deepwater City no longer shared the same focus; they were more interested in understanding the aim of the Lord of the Storm.

After all, it was clear from Hill, diligently rummaging through trash, that the Nyscroll was most likely recycled by this Lord of Agleya as waste.

All three of them maintained good relations with the Undead Tribe… even Shaer directly heard from the Main God of the Undead Tribe… They all knew this Child of Nature almost seemed to carry Tymora in his bag, and the act of finding Divine Artifacts was just an everyday occurrence for him.

Hill placed several oddly shaped branches and picture frame fragments together, looking serious.

He turned to look at the Crystal Flower beside him and couldn’t resist touching it twice… Compared to luck, he needed the composure of the Crystal Flower’s ancestor more.

No!

He still couldn’t calm down.

How many people are trying to exploit the Icewind Valley warehouse?

Why are there so many problematic things?