But things don't always go as planned. Delain's talent is so poor that he was kicked out by his teacher.

Too embarrassed to go home, he had to wander around and met Xia Lan in Hailong City. He was almost starving to death at that time, and it was Xia Lan who kindly saved him and kept him. So he became a follower of Xia Lan, who was a few years younger than him.

But after only a few days, this down-and-out wizard who was defined as a noble servant was thrown onto this ship. If Xia Lan hadn't tried his best to persuade him, he would have been pulled away by a noble lady.

He asked Xia Lan if she wanted to believe in the Goddess of Magic because in the Central Courtyard Continent, magicians and mages were two different professions.

Although both use magic power, the wizard uses a staff integrated into the magic stone as an intermediary to connect to the magic network and use magic power, while the magician directly uses mental power to draw magic power from the magic network.

The difference between the two is probably that one waters the flowers with a spoon and the other waters the flowers with his mouth. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Similar to this are the Arcanist and the Warlock. One studies and understands the principles of how the universe works, and then leverages elements and natural energy like pushing dominoes to achieve the desired effect; the other directly and crudely uses mental power to carve runes to reference elements and natural energy. Both are different uses of elements and natural energy.

However, arcanists and warlocks are rare in the continent of Bolasvi, because magic is more idealistic, easier to use, and can mobilize elemental or natural energy. In addition, due to the Blasphemy Rebellion more than 700 years ago, many professions have declined.

The reason why Delain was so conflicted about who to believe in was that a wizard could have no faith and could believe in anything, but a magician had to believe in the Goddess of Magic, otherwise the efficiency of using magic power would be very low. Even if he did not believe in the Goddess of Magic, outsiders would regard him as a believer of the Goddess of Magic.

Delane's hometown is the Kingdom of Faron, where everyone believes in the Lord of Light. It is difficult for magicians who believe in the Goddess of Magic to survive there.

It’s not that Delain’s belief in the Lord of Light is so firm. Although he has only followed Xia Lan for a few days, he found that his moral bottom line has been declining, and he doesn’t worry about who to believe in.

But if he believed in the magic goddess, he might never be able to return home, or he might be burned to death.

Delain leaned slightly towards Xia Lan, who was sleeping like a dead pig, pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Zhou.

These scumbags don't seem to worry about their future at all. They are betting on the size of a dice they found from somewhere, and the bet is a slap in the face.

Kahneman, whose face was covered with a torn sack and swollen like a pig's head, was still roaring at the top of his lungs, his eyes fixed on the dice that was about to fall to the ground, along with those around him.

Even the white-bearded old man Arnold, who looked like an elder, stopped telling stories. They gathered around and yelled wildly at the top of their lungs, their long beards swinging back and forth. If they won, they would raise their palms and slap the opponent hard, as if they wanted to slap him to death with one slap. If they lost, they would push the poor little apprentice out.

The white-haired wolf-eared orc was banned from participating in the competition because of his excessive strength and could only shout and cheer from the sidelines.

Of course, in the places in the center of the cabin where the dim light could not reach, there were also many people who were silent and as confused about the future as he was.

Among them was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy about Xia Lan's age, holding a ten-year-old child and watching all this coldly. There was also a young man not much older than him who was talking to the tied blue-scaled fishman.

Listening to Xia Lan's snoring beside him, Delain's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he slowly fell into darkness.

On the boundless sea, under the moon, a three-masted sailing ship follows the sea breeze, walking in the darkness like a ghost.

On top of the sail, two transparent figures, one big and one small, were floating. The pirates on duty below the ship patrolled back and forth, but they glanced over and ignored the two figures as if they didn't see them.

"My Pope, you don't seem to have shed the glory of the God of Golden Beans on this boat." A blond boy with pigtails, about five or six years old, was glaring at Xia Lan with dissatisfaction.

"But my God, you can't make gold, and there's nothing I can do." Xia Lan spread her hands helplessly.

"Who allowed you to tamper with my divine name? The Lord of Truth will not let my future believers think of gold."

"Then why not call him the God of Gold or the God of Gold Coins? Wouldn't that be more convenient?"

"You think I don't want to? But these names are all taken. Maybe you should think of another name that will convince people as soon as they hear it."

"God of the Toilet?" Xia Lan asked cautiously.

"But all the filthy authority is in the hands of the Lord of the Abyss. The last person to compete with Him for faith was a Higher God, whose remains have been hanging in the Abyss for hundreds of years. We must find someone whose authority has been dispersed or lost."

"How about the God of Arcane? Anyway, your godhead is a fragment of the God of Arcane." After thinking for a long time, Xia Lan still couldn't figure it out.

"No!" When the child heard the word "God of Arcane", he was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, his hair exploded and he was filled with fear.

The reason for such a big commotion is that the previous Arcane God was dismantled, in the truest sense of the word, piece by piece.

As one of the most powerful gods, after his fall, there should have been a lot of gods trying to seize his throne and authority. Well... indeed, a lot of gods tried to seize it, but they were also demolished.

The people who took action were none other than the followers of the God of Arcane, a group of crazy god-level arcane mages. This war of gods, known as the Blasphemous Rebellion, which lasted for nearly a hundred years, not only led to the decline of the most powerful profession: the arcane mages, but also brought about a major reshuffle of the gods.

Although arcanists are rarely seen nowadays, they do exist. Phaodis was still scared to death when he heard the word "arcanist".

As a natural elf who aspires to become a god, and a dream elf, which is even rarer among natural elves, he does not want to die young. He is only three hundred years old and has never touched the hand of a female elf.

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