When Zuo Si passed through the underground tunnel and arrived at the location of the temple, he immediately felt the distortion, resentment and hatred in the air around him.
The people living here all look like zombies, indifferent to everything around them.
Even if an old person suddenly fell to the ground and died, people passing by would not react at all.
But what is even more incredible is that the old man who had just died turned into a young child again in just a few seconds.
Obviously, he did not really die, but was reborn.
At this moment, Zuo Si finally understood why everyone here was so lifeless, without any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness that a living being should have.
The reason is very simple! They have lived here for generations, guarding this unknown underground temple, before the fall of the ancient sun god Amaunator, and it is very likely that they have lived here for thousands of years.
And for thousands of years, everyone remained immortal, repeating the same process over and over again.
Such a long time!
Such a closed environment! I don't know how many times he has tried to commit suicide.
Some people may have been crazy before, but a long time is enough for the madness to gradually cool down.
This kind of eternal life is not a blessing at all, but a curse.
It is the most vicious, the most desperate curse, and the one most likely to produce resentment and hatred from the depths of the soul.
"It's an incredible sight. Although these people are still alive, their hearts and souls are dead. Only their bodies are left, still bound here and unable to be freed forever." Mural couldn't help but sigh.
Although he is not a sentimental person, he even stayed in the underground maze of the "Mad Wizard" for nearly a thousand years.
But compared to these Amaunator believers, they are not much luckier.
At least dark elves and adventurers would appear from time to time in the ground maze, giving Mular something to do, instead of being like these people, for whom even suicide was a luxury to find relief.
"Yes! With the fall of the ancient sun god, these poor guys were completely forgotten.
The remaining saint seemed to have been severely eroded and had no way to respond to these believers. Over time, he became what he is now.
This is why I never believe in any god.
Only weaklings and idiots put their fate in the hands of God."
As Zuo Si spoke, he walked straight towards the entrance of the temple.
No one along the way reacted in the slightest to his intrusion.
Even the guardian standing at the door just stood there expressionlessly like a sculpture, allowing the two people to pass by him.
When you enter the temple, the first thing you see is neither the majestic and magnificent hall nor the huge statues.
Rather, it is a life form that emits a faint divine light, but its appearance has been distorted by some evil force into a demon-like appearance.
It was as if he had lost his subjective consciousness. When he found someone walking in from outside, he immediately roared in a low and hoarse voice: "Pain! Anger! Hatred! Vent out the anger in your heart!"
moment!
Both Zuo Si and Mural immediately felt their brains begin to buzz.
At the same time, a rage that cannot be described in words quickly emerged from the subconscious.
However, because Zuo Si possessed divine power, he quickly regained clarity and calm consciousness.
But Mural seemed to have lost control, his eyes flashed a terrifying red light, and he suddenly drew his sword and wanted to kill.
Unfortunately, at the critical moment, Zuo Si decisively ordered him to stop all actions, and then released several simple healing spells in succession to this slow-moving life form.
No matter at any time, positive energy is the nemesis of all evil, death and filth.
After a while, this thing that seemed like the embodiment of some strong emotion slowly disappeared.
Instead, a male figure radiating golden light appeared on the altar.
He has silver-white hair and looks very tall. He holds an inconspicuous long staff in his hand, and wears a dark purple robe on the outside. In the other hand he holds a thick book.
The golden light was reflected from the surface of its skin.
Needless to say, this man is the ancient sun god - the Sage of Amaunator, the only god in Faerun who possesses the complete "sun" priesthood.
No one knew if it was because he had slept for too long, or because he had been contaminated by the hatred of his believers, or because he had been eroded by other evil gods, demon lords, or devil dukes, but the saint's eyes and expression were dull and confused, and he seemed a little confused about the situation.
After several minutes, the pair of eyes that shone with golden light like the sun finally regained their majesty and cast their gaze towards the two people standing in the temple.
"Who are you? Why are you here in this temple that belongs to me?"
"We are residents living in the surface city. We accidentally discovered this place when we were clearing out a nest of eye demons." Zuo Si selectively told part of the truth.
Because he knew very well that lying in front of this divine saint was absolutely the stupidest choice, no doubt about it.
After all, most gods can easily see through lies, unless the lie is fabricated by Xirik, who holds the priesthood of "conspiracy", "fraud" and "lies".
"A surface city? A beholder's lair? Ah! I remember now. It was that horrible monster that discovered this place, stole half of the artifact from me, and even tried to twist and usurp my divine power and faith."
The Sage of Amaunator spoke with intense anger.
Because this behavior is a naked and undisguised blasphemy against God! No! Perhaps blasphemy is too conservative! It should be contempt for God! It is clearly bullying the saints because the original god behind them is dead and they firmly believe that it will never come back again.
"Was it done by the eye magician whose main eye was blind?" Zuo Si asked tentatively in an uncertain tone.
He couldn't believe that the Blind Eye was so crazy. It was not as simple as just wanting to seize the artifact.
Instead, like Erinikas, he was also trying to study the god, hoping to usurp the saint's remaining power, faith, and possible remaining spark of divinity.
No wonder the "Blind Eye" sect was developed later and even spread widely in Athkatla and its surrounding areas.
This is the Eye Demon using the power of the artifact to gather faith and prepare to officially become a god.
The Saint of Amaunator nodded gently. "Yes, that's it. This temple is the last refuge, and it is also myself. If its plot succeeds, it will not only obtain the artifact, but also seize my remaining divine power. Over the years, that beholder has been using the half artifact to feed on the faith of my people, constantly devouring my remaining power."
"What exactly is the artifact you mentioned? Why does the Eye Mage want to get it so eagerly?" Zuo Si asked curiously.
Although he could have asked by summoning the Blind Eye.
But considering the high fees to be paid and the cooling-off period of more than half a month, it would be best to get the answer from the saint in front of him.
"This artifact was originally made by a very special race. It can gather the power of faith to form true divine power, and then give the enemy a torrential impact when needed. Unless you have divine power or a spark of divinity, no mortal can withstand such destructive power."
The Saint of Amaunator did not hide anything and directly stated the function of the artifact.
Because to him, none of this matters anymore.
Due to the death of the original body, the reason why the saint has been able to survive until now and not dissipate is entirely due to the power of faith accumulated in this temple for thousands of years, as well as the poor believers outside who are bound here and live a life worse than death every day.
"If I am willing to help you get rid of the Eye Mage, can you lend me half of the artifact? After all, it not only threatens this temple, but also threatens the cities on the surface and the ordinary people living in the cities." Zuo Si cautiously tested.
The Saint of Amaunator lowered his head and pondered for a while, then quickly responded, "Sure! But you must bring it back intact after use, and never bring it to the surface, otherwise something terrible will happen."
"no problem."
Zuo Si agreed without hesitation.
Of course, it was just a verbal agreement.
"Very good. As long as you can complete this difficult task, I promise to give you a reward."
After saying this, the Saint of Amaunator took out the upper half of the scepter from somewhere, and then added something like restriction and curse to it.
Upon seeing this, Zuo Si immediately sneered in his heart and took it with a respectful attitude.
If it were someone else, they might be helpless against the restrictions and curses bestowed by a saint.
But the problem is, he is a planeswalker and the Chosen One.
Not to mention a weak saint who has difficulty maintaining his form, even a real saint would have to stand aside.
In fact, if the person standing in front of him was a truly complete saint or incarnation, he should be able to easily feel the divine power contained in Zuo Si's body.
But the Saint of Amaunator did not notice this from beginning to end, which shows how weak he was.
So after walking away with the two complete halves of the artifact, Zuo Si took it out immediately and then gently connected the broken parts together.
The next second...
A powerful energy gushed out from the scepter, filling the space within dozens of meters around it.
Feeling the power contained in the artifact in his hand, he immediately pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "Not bad. It is worthy of being favored by the ancient sun god. Although it simply converts the power of faith into divine power and releases it to the target in the form of impact, it can ignore magic resistance and many protective spells. The only question is, where should I go to collect faith to charge it?"
"Master, be careful of the restrictions and curses bestowed by the saint." Mural hastily reminded.
"Don't worry, I've already eliminated it." Zuo Si shrugged indifferently.
As the level of the spark increased to LV8, the efficiency of converting divine power increased by more than two or three times.
With the pitiful divine power bestowed upon him by the saints of Amaunator, he had absorbed and transformed it all by the time he walked out of the gathering place.
Just when Mural wanted to say something, he suddenly saw Erinikas and his group walking towards him from a distance.
It was obvious that the great elven wizard was already extremely impatient and wanted to rush over to confirm whether there really was a saint left behind by a fallen god in the temple.
"Thos? Why are you here!" Erinikas asked with a frown.
Zuo Si smiled and responded, "Don't worry, I'm different from you. I won't break the contract casually. On the contrary, I just went to confirm it."
"You mean... the Sage of Amaunator is in the temple?"
Erinikas' eyes lit up instantly, and his whole body was filled with undisguised ecstasy.
"That's right! He was even weaker than I thought, and was even forced to the point of losing consciousness and falling into a deep sleep.
In addition, according to the information I just received, the Blind Eye holding the half of the artifact is actually planning to become a real god just like you.
It has established its lair in this vicinity in order to usurp the last of the power of the Sage of Amaunator."
Zuo Si pretended to be kind and shared some information.
When Erinikas heard this, his expression changed instantly, and he asked hurriedly, "Where is the Eye Mage? Did you let it run away?"
"Unfortunately, you were right. It has more cards up its sleeve than I thought, and it even has a half-broken artifact in its hand. Although I severely damaged this powerful eye magician, it still successfully opened the door to the other world and escaped to another dimension." Zuo Si pretended to be regretful and spread his hands.
Needless to say, he wanted the "Blind Eye" to appear at some point in the future and pave the way for an attack on Erinikas and Badi.
After all, wouldn't it be a huge waste if such a good trump card wasn't used properly? "Damn it! Does that mean I have to be on guard against it bringing people back for revenge when I do research in the future?"
Erinikas clenched his fists subconsciously.
No one knows the horror of "blind eyes" better than him.
Especially the last blow with the half-broken artifact. If the distance was not too far at the time, it would definitely be enough to kill everyone including himself.
What's more, both sides have the goal of becoming gods, so there is no room for negotiation or compromise.
After all, it is extremely rare for a god like this to have fallen for a long time, but the saint did not collapse with him, but instead survived in an extremely weak state.
No mortal who wanted to become a god would give up such a rare living research subject.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "In theory, this is correct.
But as I said just now, it was seriously injured and will not bother you easily for at least a few years.
So you'd better seize the time and do your own research.
Oh, by the way, just a reminder.
The source of maintaining the Saint of Amaunator is the power of faith accumulated in the temple itself, so you'd better not try to capture him back or destroy the temple itself.
Otherwise, he would soon collapse and dissipate.
Finally, I wish you all the best and hope you can become one of the gods soon. "
After saying this, Zuo Si placed one hand on his chest and performed a wizard salute, then disappeared into the dark tunnel leading to the upper sewer without looking back.
As soon as he left, Rain also said goodbye.
After the two of them walked away completely, Erinikas finally uttered a harsh sneer: "I can guarantee it! Soth definitely let the eye magician go on purpose!"
"Oh? Why? He is also one of the participants. If the Eye Mage launches revenge, he will definitely not let him go."
Badi's eyes revealed strong doubt and confusion.
"No! No way! If that Eye Demon really wants to become a god, then it will definitely take me as its first target. In other words, until I am defeated and killed, everyone else is basically safe." Erinikas explained with gritted teeth.
He understood that he was being plotted against.
Perhaps it was revenge for hiring the Emerald Society to launch an attack, or perhaps they simply didn't want him to be able to conduct his research in peace and ultimately discover the secret of the nature of the gods.
In short, through this short cooperation, Erinikas realized that Zuo Si was more difficult to deal with than he expected and had a strong revengeful mentality.
Once you offend him, he may not get angry immediately, but he will definitely take revenge in other ways later.
"So what should we do now?" Badi asked in an uncertain tone.
Erinikas replied nonchalantly, "Everything is going according to the original plan. It doesn't matter whether it's Soth or the eye magician, no matter what they are planning. As long as I move quickly enough and complete the research before they have time to react, then when I become a god, I will have plenty of ways to slowly deal with these two guys."
"In that case, let's go visit the saint of the ancient sun god Amaunator. I'm very curious about what the saint's blood tastes like."
As he spoke, Badi subconsciously licked his tempting red lips.
Since she is of elf origin, she looks like an elf woman with short black hair, slightly pale skin, and a mature aura all over her body.
Coupled with the vampire's eyes full of charm, it looks like it has a slightly dangerous aura, making people want to explore and conquer it.
In fact, it was precisely with this powerful charm that Badi easily captured many admirers.
Many new vampires and spawn were not forced to undergo transformation, but voluntarily became their loyal followers.
Erinikas glanced at his sister and warned her in a cold tone without any emotion: "If you don't want to die, you'd better not do that. Because Amaunator is the sun god, his blood must contain amazing positive energy. Even a small sip is enough to destroy your body and even your soul in an instant."
"Okay, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously."
Seeing that his brother was angry, Badi quickly raised his hands in surrender.
Because as the time she was deprived of her elven essence grew longer and longer, she could already clearly feel the madness hidden beneath Erinikas's calm exterior.
She didn't dare to gamble that if she really angered the other party, Erinikas would suddenly kill her one day.
Erinikas did not show the madness in his heart. He just gave Badi a look that told him to take care of himself, and then he walked straight through the underground village filled with pain, despair and hatred and came to the spacious hall of the temple.
Since Zuo Si had just used the healing magic to eliminate the distortion and hatred that had accumulated over a long period of time, and also made the "Blind Eye" into a card, theoretically the Saint of Amaunator no longer had any worries.
Next, he just needs to inspire and respond to those believers who are living a life worse than death, and he should be able to exist for a long time.
But unfortunately, with the arrival of Erinikas, the peace was broken.
Without even a word, the powerful elven wizard activated the magic scroll he had prepared specifically for saints, instantly sealing the Saint of Amaunator in place, unable to move.
随后便是取血、活体解剖、各种魔法侦测和残忍实验。
这位在耐瑟瑞尔时代盛极一时的太阳神，竟然被疯狂的艾瑞尼卡斯固定在一张台子上，肆无忌惮的想干什么就干什么。
那种无法用语言形容的巨大屈辱和愤怒，让阿曼纳塔好几次想要释放神殿内最后残留的力量来进行自爆。
但遗憾的是最终却失败了。
为保住唯一的研究对象，艾瑞尼卡斯无疑做了相当多的准备，甚至还把自己的奴仆从下水道的秘密基地调遣过来一些，直接把神殿变成了一个巨大的魔法实验室。
其中不少丧心病狂的研究，就连巴荻都感到一阵阵头皮发麻。
……
与此同时，平安返回法师塔的左思则召唤了两名掌握九环魔法的巫妖，开始处理那些眼魔和高斯眼魔的尸体。
足足用了一个多月，才勉强完成了这项复杂且充满挑战的工作。
除了一部分被制作成生物卡牌外，其他的都被安置在法师塔的各个角落，作为不眠不休的监视者和守卫。
另外，左思还额外制作了一些拥有智慧的高阶不死生物和智慧魔像，以便更好管理越来越庞大的内部人员。
至于那些灰矮人铁匠则被安排在工作间，负责利用电力锻锤把狗头人送来的粗铁重新熔炼锻造成精钢，然后再制作成各种工具、武器和铠甲。
安姆六人评议会和蒙面法师们，恐怕做梦都不会想到，有人就在自己的眼皮子底下，硬生生挖出了一个庞大无比的地下国度。
而且里边还隐藏着数以万计的狼人地精和不死生物大军。
“你这是准备发动一场战争吗？”
一名穿金戴银、外表看起来就像是身材挺拔人类女性的生物，站在左思身边饶有兴致的问。
左思轻轻摇了摇头：“不，当然不是。我只是在为可能出现的危机做一点微不足道的准备，仅此而已。而且，所有的小巨灵都像你这样充满好奇心吗？”
“哈哈！当然不是！我只是被封印的时间太长，以至于迫切想要了解这个世界的变化。你知道的，自从那些该死的火巨灵把我强行拉进他们的军队来到这个世界以后，我仅仅只参加了一场战斗就被风巨灵抓住并封印起来。”
被称之为小巨灵的女性类人生物大笑着自嘲道。
很显然，她就是当初在卡林港通过交换得到的魔灯里封印的巨灵。
凭借从烛堡获得的庞大知识库，左思非常轻松解决掉了三个谜语。
所以这位自称缪卡的女性小巨灵，必须为他服务至少一百年才能重新获得自由。
当然，对于一个被封印在瓶子里数千年的巨灵来说，可能也正想要通过这种方式出来透透气。
“那你对我的安排没有什么不满吧？”左思继续确认道。
缪卡摆出一副满不在乎的样子摊了摊手：“当然不会。相比起那些危险性高的工作，我其实更喜欢平淡的生活。像保护商人这种事情，听起来就相当轻松惬意。”
“是么，那我就放心了。”
左思脸上浮现出满意的表情。
以他目前的神术和奥术施法等级，以及旅法师卡牌召唤生物的强度，类似小巨灵这样的生物已经基本派不上什么用场了。
不如索性派去保护伯纳德，增加一些商人的安全系数，顺便作为送给对方的结婚礼物。
要知道小巨灵可是拥有一项非常厉害的类法术能力——异界传送。
真要发生危险，分分钟可以带上伯纳德逃往星界、元素位面和其他主物质位面，先把小命保住再说。
由于两个家族把婚礼安排在了新年之初，所以也就是这几天的事情。
等参加完婚礼，左思就准备一口气把【秘术师】的等级提升到LV10，然后开始尝试着进行异界探知。
不出意外的话，几个月左右的功夫，他应该就能找到一个新世界。
因为从DR1361年之后，一直到DR1367年这段时间，除了安姆发现马兹特克大陆之外，基本没有发生什么大的事情。
除此之外，也就是班恩的信徒跟希瑞克的信徒之间，反复争夺散提尔堡和散塔林会的控制权那点破事。
尽管左思并不介意偶尔插上一脚，通过收割希瑞克教会的成员来获取法力值，但与其正面进行对抗还是免了吧。
毕竟再怎么说，“暗日”也是费伦最强大的几位神之一，或许脑子是真的有病，可实力还是非常强大的。
他可不希望被对方盯上，然后重点加以照顾。
至于去什么世界，左思暂时还没有想好。
如果可以的话，他希望去个相对和平点的地方放松一下长期绷紧的神经，至少不用整天担心神、恶魔、魔鬼、天界生物，隔三差五来找自己的麻烦。
当然，在临走前，还有一件非常重要的事情需要做。
那就是想方设法用【塔洛娜的宠爱】，捕捉一个足够强大的德鲁伊、心灵术士、邪术士的灵魂。
如果实在找不到合适的目标，那就弄个高阶战士或者野蛮人的灵魂凑合一下。
带着对于新世界的期待，左思很快度过了DR1360年的最后时光。
等DR1361年的第一天到来时，伯纳德终于在自己家族的宅邸中举办了规模空前的盛大婚礼。
由于安姆富商和贵族阶级有炫耀财富的传统，所以这场婚礼的总花费高达二十五万金币。
沿途光是洒向路边的新鲜花瓣就花了至少两万五千金币。
除此之外，还捐献给伊尔玛特教会两万金币，同时将大把银币洒向路边，任由乞丐、穷人和平民去争抢。
大厨韦尔比更是亲自率领豪华厨师团队，包揽了婚礼当天宴会的所有菜式。
另外，伯纳德还聘请了五十名厨师，专门在自家门口摆开流水席。
不管是谁，只要来对这场婚礼送上祝福，就可以随意的享用美酒、美食。
可以说每一场阿斯卡特拉上层贵族和富商的婚礼，都相当于是在向所有人展示自己家族雄厚的实力。
所以很多人宁可借贷，也要将一生一次的婚礼举办得风风光光。
起码不能让任何人觉得寒酸。
否则一旦被认为是小气、吝啬，不光自己家族会蒙羞，成为贵族圈子里的笑柄，同时就连做生意都会受到影响。
不过对于伯纳德和纳西瓦家族的财力，根本没有任何人怀疑。
看看那些手持请柬前来参加婚礼的贵族和富商数量就知道，他们在这座城市乃至整个国家，拥有多么惊人的影响力。
而且不光是安姆本地的势力！
远在泰瑟尔的迈拉特玛领主——威克斯·塔吉特伯爵，特地派遣自己的亲信手下送上一柄漂亮的黄金佩剑；
卡林港的盗贼公会首领——艾普克，同样让手下把一件珍珠头冠送给了新娘； 除此之外，还有耐兰瑟尔群岛名义上的领主——埃里克，散塔林会黑暗情报网的掌控者席曼蒙，剧毒与疾病女神塔洛娜的教会等等，也都无一例的送来了礼物。
但是伯纳德很清楚，这些人和势力之所以愿意给自己捧场，完全都是看在左思的面子上。
看着那些宾客或是震惊、或是敬畏的反应，他不由得笑着感叹道：“难怪我的爷爷总说，身为商人，一辈子只需要成功投资一次，就能够源源不断获得丰厚的回报。而我这辈子做得最正确的事情，就是当初毫不犹豫选择了索斯阁下。”
“这都是命运的安排。我听说选民几乎都没有寿命限制，更不会衰老。所以只要你的子嗣足够聪明，懂得如何维系好这份关系，那么至少几百年之内你的家族都将保持强盛。”
巴贝特语气中带着赤裸裸毫不掩饰的羡慕。
“不，不是我，而是我们。别忘了，你和我现在已经是亲戚了。更何况，我们还联手资助了探险队，去寻找海对面的马兹特克大陆。”伯纳德举起酒杯抿了一小口葡萄酒，意味深长的提醒道。
巴贝特立刻笑着点了点头：“你说的没错。愿这份婚约能够让我们两个家族携手并进，共同开创美好的未来。”
“干杯！”
“干杯！”
两人轻轻碰了一下手里的玻璃杯，然后仰起头一饮而尽。
也不知道是因为太过兴奋的关系，还是酒喝得太急，伯纳德的脸色变得有些略微发红。
正当他还想要说点什么的时候，左思带着小巨灵从远处走了过来，饶有兴致的问：“你们刚才在聊什么？”
“我们在聊关于探险队的事情。如果这次远航真的发现了一片广袤的大陆，那么必将在整个安姆乃至费伦大陆引发剧烈震荡。届时光是海洋法和开拓所赋予的特权，就能让我们赚得盆满钵满。”
在说这番话的时候，巴贝特的精神状态明显变得格外亢奋。
Having lived in the shadow of his father since childhood, he is more eager than anyone else to prove himself.
Especially after his childhood friend Bernard became the head of the family and started his own business, this desire became even stronger.
Zuo Si obviously noticed this and asked with a smile: "Why, do you want to explore the Maztec continent?"
Babette responded without hesitation: "Of course! I plan to build a city and port of our own, and turn it into the first and most prosperous settlement and supply point in Amn. Once it is completed, this city alone will bring us a steady stream of income."
"It's a good thing to be adventurous and pioneering. But the question is, have you discussed this with your father? I don't think he would allow the heir of the family to cross the dangerous ocean to go to a completely unfamiliar, or even unknown, land to take risks."
With just one sentence, Zuo Si made Babette dejected.
Because this guy also knew very well that it would be basically impossible to get his father's permission to take such a huge risk with his status.
Otherwise, all the energy and effort previously spent on training a qualified successor might be wasted if one is not careful.
What's more, the Nasiva family is currently on the rise, so there is no need to send Babette to the wilderness to risk her life.
Seeing his friend looking unhappy, Bernard didn't say much, nor did he try to comfort him. He just signaled the maid to fill his empty glass with wine, then turned around and said to Zuo Si, "Mr. Sos, what do you think of today's wedding?"
"It's very luxurious and lively. Although I knew you would spend a lot of money on this, two or three hundred thousand gold coins just for this day is still a bit beyond my expectations. To be honest, there is a big problem with the ostentatious and ostentatious social atmosphere in Amn."
Zuo Si spoke frankly about his own views.
Not to mention the donations to the church of Ilmater, the goddess of suffering, the fresh flower petals provided by the shamans along the bride's carriage were a waste of money.
Not to mention the act of driving a horse-drawn carriage and "throwing money" to the people around.
Bernard smiled helplessly and explained, "There's nothing we can do about it. Once something starts, there's no way to stop it. For the nobles and merchants of Amn, showing off wealth is a social activity in itself, and it's also a means of dividing the ranks of different families."
Zuo Si obviously disagreed with this, but considering that today was the other party's wedding day, he did not continue to argue, but directly changed the subject: "By the way, I haven't congratulated you on finally successfully starting a family. As a blessing to you two, I will give you a special gift."
"A special gift?"
Bernard was stunned for a moment, but soon realized the strange light in the little giant's eyes.
"Yes, a gift. Do you see the lady next to me? Her name is Myuka, a giant from the elemental plane. Due to the power of some magical contract, she now needs to serve me for a hundred years before she can regain her freedom. Now, I will hand over this hundred-year service to you."
After saying this, Zuo Si winked at the little giant beside him.
The latter understood what he meant and immediately stepped forward and bowed gracefully: "Hello, mortal. According to the contract, I will be responsible for protecting the lives and safety of you and your family until the end of the one hundred years of service."
"Are you really a giant?" Bernard's eyes revealed strong curiosity.
Because in many legends, the djinn have the power to fulfill the wishes of mortals.
Zuo Si was quick to sense the merchant's thoughts and immediately sneered and said jokingly, "Don't dream! The one who can grant humans the ability to make wishes is not just an ordinary giant, but a noble among the giants. Ordinary giants simply don't have such abilities. Moreover, Myuka is a small giant and not as powerful as her cousins."
"I see!"
Bernard nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Does she have any special abilities?"
"Invisibility three times per day, for yourself only.
Three teleportations, each carrying a willing target.
In addition, there is one time of making food and one time of transforming into a spirit every day.
At the same time, it can change the size of a creature, such as enlarging or shrinking it.
Finally, she's a pretty brave fighter who can wield a scimitar and cut her enemies in two.
With her around, you don't have to worry too much about being attacked or assassinated."
Zuo Si swiftly and clearly described the various spell-like abilities of the little giant.
In his opinion, apart from the teleportation to another world which was somewhat useful, the other spell-like abilities of the little giant could only be said to be better than nothing.
Compared with the four elemental giants of earth, water, fire and wind, they are not even a little bit inferior.
But Bernard was quite satisfied with this. He immediately stood up and handed a glass of wine to Miuka, saying in a very sincere tone: "My safety is in your hands from now on, ma'am."
"Don't worry, mortal. With me here, no one can easily hurt you."
The little giant took the wine glass, raised his head and drank it all, followed by a solemn promise.
"By the way, Lord Soth. Where's Isadora? Didn't she come today?"
Bernard suddenly remembered his only relative, and a look of concern appeared on his face.
Zuo Si shook his head helplessly: "No. You should know that if Isadora came here in a situation like today, she would see the darkness, filthiness and desires in many people's hearts. That would not be good for her mental health and growth. And she herself has no interest in this at all."
"Well, fine. As long as she can grow up happily, she can just ignore me as her brother. Anyway, this family didn't leave her any good memories at all."
Bernard sighed deeply, stood up and took the little djinn with him to greet the important guests attending the wedding one by one, fulfilling his obligations as the host.
Seeing that the two had accepted each other, Zuo Sishao quickly turned around and left.
Because ever since he was given the title of "Special Advisor to the Six-Man Council", in occasions like this, there are always all kinds of people with ulterior motives who want to approach and chat with him.
The fake and pretentious appearance of some of these "socialites" really made him feel nauseous and uncomfortable.
However, Zuo Si did not know that while the grand wedding of Askatra was taking place, a tragic massacre was taking place in the castle of the Ronor family far outside the city of Am.
The wild elf druid, who had been lurking and observing for a long time, finally found an opportunity and sneaked into the castle. He poured the bottle of poison that he had been carrying for almost a month and a half into the food and wine in the castle.
After a short while, everyone in the Ronor family, from the head of the family to the servants and livestock, were all hit and fell to the ground, their brains fell into complete sleep.
(End of this chapter)