“Ladies!
Gentlemen! Guests from the material and outer planes! Welcome to the ninth level of Baator!
This is a miracle created by the great Lord Soth. It is the most colorful dream city in the entire universe. It is also a paradise where you can vent, indulge and enjoy yourself to your heart's content!
As long as you have enough money and wealth, you can get treatment far beyond that of an emperor here!
You can even become a powerful and respected councilor or mayor through fair, just, democratic and free elections! Believe me, even in the Seventh Heaven Mountain, which is known as the kindest place, it is absolutely impossible to get such an opportunity!
So I suggest that before today's game begins, let's express our gratitude to Lord Soth with gratitude! Without him, we wouldn't have such a happy life, let alone true freedom! Of course, let's also pay our respects to the enlightened and wise Lord of Hell, His Majesty Asmodeus.
Look! He also came to the VIP seats at the stadium today and waved to everyone.
How approachable and kind!
Even if you search the entire universe, you won't be able to find another supreme ruler who is willing to condescend to share happiness with the people!
I was so moved that I almost cried! Finally, here's a commercial! The Beyond Limits Pharmaceutical Company, owned by the Succubus Queen Mecanthus, has recently successfully developed a new potion that can greatly increase the sensitivity and endurance of any creature when enjoying desire.
Just apply two drops before you do something, and you'll experience hours of uninterrupted pleasure that goes straight to the sky.
What are you waiting for? Action is better than thought!
Pick up your mobile device and call the number at the bottom of the screen to place your order! If you pay with Soul Prism, you can enjoy a 20% discount!
Remember, I am the commentator you can always trust - Lytle.
Next, please allow me to introduce the contestants of today's Ring City Prop Rally one by one.
First up is our perennial champion, Mr. Bagel from Scorching Hell.
As a yugoloth, he has successfully won four championships and is by far the most powerful of all the surviving players.
In addition, at his own request, I would like to solemnly warn those people in the main material plane not to refer to Jiao Yan as pepper and salt, otherwise our champion will be angry.
Next up is the recently famous Devil Boy and his Tiefling girlfriend.
The duo had beaten forty competitors in their first two obstacle races.
The scene was so bloody and exciting that it was like a slaughterhouse.
It is precisely because of this that they have gained great popularity.
Let us look forward to what exciting performances they can bring to the audience in today’s game..."
Along with the impassioned voice of the fraudster named Lightel, the largest integrated arena in the center of the cyberpunk city on the ninth level of hell suddenly turned into a sea of joy.
Millions of spectators gathered here, shouting various slogans crazily to support the players they bet on.
Some people just come for fun and enjoy the blood-spurting death scenes during the game.
The terrifying and fanatical atmosphere caused the adrenaline of many mortals to surge, and they were completely immersed in this intense stimulation and excitement and unable to extricate themselves.
Some of them were so excited that they even performed the sex act on the spot, letting out the boiling blood in their bodies.
Others poured pills and medicines made of unknown ingredients into their mouths and began twitching and shaking like crazy.
You have to know that this scene is just the situation on the spot!
In addition, there are hundreds of millions of mortals, demons, and creatures from other outer planes, sitting in homes, restaurants, squares, bars, dance halls, and other places, staring at electronic screens and 3D projection images.
There is no doubt that as the reputation of the Cyberpunk City continues to spread, more and more people are flocking here unsurprisingly, and are deeply attracted by its environment, system and laws that are completely different from other levels of hell.
The most important thing is that this place is not dangerous at all! And you can experience the ultimate indulgence and happiness that you can't enjoy anywhere else. Even the outer plane that is also known as the place where people can linger - Paradise cannot compare with it.
After all, the latter generally tend to be kind, so many desires that are considered decadent and taboo cannot be satisfied.
But the ninth level of Baator is different!
No matter how depraved or forbidden the desire is, as long as you are willing to pay enough money and prove through legal means that the other party is "voluntary", it will not be considered a crime.
In addition, there is another problem with the Paradise, which is that mortals who stay there for a long time will gradually lose themselves and even forget who they are.
Therefore, most mortals who still have some sense will not choose to stay in Paradise for a long time.
But this cyberpunk city is different. At most, it will only make mortals more evil and corrupt, but it will not change their personality or memory.
Therefore, for many guys in the evil camp, this place is simply a paradise in their dreams.
Soon, accompanied by a loud whistle, the prop rally around the city finally began.
Amid the roar of the oil-burning engines, thousands of vehicles that had undergone various exaggerated modifications rushed out at once.
Before they could even get out of the arena along the track, dozens of unlucky guys were either crushed or torn to pieces by strange weapons.
In short, the scene of blood plasma bursting and limbs, internal organs and heads flying everywhere immediately made all the audience who bought tickets scream with excitement.
Especially those who were watching this violent and bloody game for the first time, their eyes widened, they held their breath, and their hearts beat several times faster than usual.
Stimulate!
Too exciting! A high-level angel from the upper plane saw this scene and immediately frowned subconsciously, but did not say much.
Because she knew that all the contestants were volunteers and there was no coercion involved.
So even if I feel extremely disgusted in my heart, I have no choice but to accept it.
As to whether it is truly "voluntary" or "forced voluntary", the devil's law enforcement agencies don't care.
Anyway, a contract certificate issued by a notary office will suffice.
To be precise, in the eyes of this high-level angel, this place is much better than other levels of hell, and at least it is worthy of being "redeemed."
Therefore, many celestial beings like her led their subordinates to move in, trying to complete the transformation and redemption of the ninth layer by expanding the ideas and influence of the good camp.
It’s just that the idea is very full, but the reality is very skinny.
Although many angels are doing their best to participate in the election, trying to instill the concept of justice into mortals and those fallen souls.
But there are very few people who are truly willing to accept it.
Just the opposite!
Instead, they are full of interest in this kind of evil, violent and bloody competition, or they are keen on indulging and venting their dark desires.
Even some originally kind angels were gradually corrupted by the evil of the hell plane, and more and more of them fell into the state of becoming devils.
However, many high-level angels did not retreat.
In their view, this is the price that must be paid for a greater salvation.
The main reason for the fall of those angels was their lack of strong faith, but he and other angels with strong faith would surely be able to hold on until the final day of victory.
Feeling the boiling evil and corruption in the entire ninth plane, as well as the darkness constantly emerging from the hearts of the angels from the upper planes, Asmodeus, who was sitting in the VIP seat, showed an expression of great satisfaction on his face.
As the Lord of Hell, he was well aware of the huge benefits that such publicity and spread could bring to the devils.
Apart from anything else, the number of souls falling into hell is growing at an unimaginable rate.
In addition to quantity, any soul that has been deeply corrupted and degraded on the ninth level can be squeezed out several times more divine energy than before.
Therefore, in terms of performance appraisal, Zuo Si's KPI completion rate is far ahead of other lords.
Most importantly, this is a sustainable development that will continue to grow like a snowball in the future.
It won't be long before the devil himself can fight the abyss demon on equal terms, or even have a slight advantage, even without the help of other lawful forces.
Just as Asmodeus was considering the details of restarting the bloody battle, a tall and plump succubus suddenly pushed open the door of the VIP room and walked in, asking in a slightly angry tone: "Father, why did you give Soth that authorization? What did I do wrong that you want an outsider to restrain me?"
Needless to say, the person who came was none other than the Lord of the sixth level - Gracia.
It was obvious that the Princess of Hell was full of confusion, puzzlement and resentment about her father's actions.
Because she simply couldn't understand why Asmodeus, while giving her such an important position, would go to the trouble of imposing restrictions on her.
"outsider?"
The Lord of Hell glanced at his daughter with a slightly playful look, and then responded condescendingly: "No, you are wrong, my daughter.
Soth is not an outsider, but the crown prince of hell appointed by me personally.
In terms of his understanding of law and evil, he far surpasses all other devils, including you, and even gains the favor of the entire plane of Hell.
Look how much good he's brought us since he joined Hell?
And what about the impact of the flourishing of the Ninth Plane on the entire universe? He is actually closer to me than you are.
What's more, I gave him that authorization for your own good.
After all, until now, you still don’t understand what the politics of Hell are all about, and how the courts of lords at all levels operate.
You are merely taking advantage of my daughter's identity and wantonly breaking all kinds of unspoken rules, which has already touched the bottom line of many lords.
If you continue like this, once they unite to attack you, even I will find it difficult to protect you.
So I hope you can learn from Sosto and see how he solves these problems and troubles within the rules and wins the respect and awe of the lords of other levels. "
"What did he do?"
Gracia was aware that her father had something else in mind and immediately began to test him.
Although she successfully placed many lustful and viper-like spies in Zuo Si's court.
But these spies obviously cannot really reach the core areas of rule, nor can they find out the real secrets.
Because the core circle is made up of subordinate level lords who have been fully transformed by the oil, such as Zariel, Mecanthut, and Obnixilis, rather than those high-level devils who are on the surface to deceive the enemy.
Asmodeus pursed his lips and said meaningfully: "Did you know that there is a pleasure demon named Glamir under Soth?"
"Glamir? The secretary he appointed?"
A thoughtful expression appeared on Gracia's face.
She had obviously heard of this particularly favored female devil, and even knew many rumors about the ambiguity between the two, such as various versions of office PLAY, but she didn't know its true origin.
But considering the obvious hint from the Lord of Hell, anyone would be a fool to regard him as an ordinary pleasure demon.
“See, this is what I keep telling you.
You thought you had spies and informants around each lord.
But in fact, they know nothing about their real secrets.
Much of what you know is either leaked to you on purpose or is a smokescreen used to mislead you into making wrong judgments.
So let's do some research on Gramir's identity.
When you know the truth, you will understand what Soth is doing.
Remember, just because he is not like other demons who are always plotting schemes and craving for more power and strength, it doesn't mean he is not dangerous.
In other words, he is the most dangerous and terrifying existence in the entire hell besides me.
When Soth sets his sights on someone, it means that person has no room to retreat or escape.
You still have a lot to learn, my dear daughter."
After saying this, Asmodeus bent down and kissed the forehead of the Demon Queen, then turned into a wisp of fire and disappeared on the spot.
Watching her father leave, Gracia's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and she immediately waved to the vile demon who was in charge of intelligence work behind her.
The snake demon hurriedly dragged his fat body closer and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?"
"How much do you know about the secretary of the pleasure demon beside Soth, especially her identity?" The Princess of Hell asked directly.
“You mean Glamir?
From what I understand, she was born on the fourth plane and seems to be very close to your ally, Ms. Firna.
The only thing that is a little unusual is that, as a pleasure fiend, she is still a virgin and has never experienced the joy of love.
I think this may also be the reason why Ms. Filna sent it to the ninth floor as a gift.
After all, Lord Soth was a mortal before, so he might be a little picky in this regard and prefer exclusivity rather than sharing.
In addition, Gramir returned to the fourth level as a ninth-level messenger some time ago.
Although it is not certain yet, many signs indicate that the current tense situation in the fourth plane is very likely due to her relationship. "
The evil intelligence chief didn't dare to hide anything and quickly spilled out everything he knew.
"It's related to Firna? You mean... Soth is interfering in the power struggle on the fourth plane? Even though he's not in hell at all now?"
Gracia opened her mouth in disbelief.
You must know that the power struggle that may break out between the father and daughter on the fourth level has always been the focus of the entire hell.
After all, all the devils know that there is no such thing as family affection in the face of huge power.
It was only a matter of time before a conflict and even a civil war broke out between Ms. Fierna and Archduke Biller.
Especially the relatively young former, once they mature and taste the power, they will certainly use their legitimate status as lords to weaken the power in the hands of the latter, and eventually monopolize power and become a true lord, rather than a manipulated puppet.
Archduke Pierre was well aware of this, so every once in a while he would find a way to be alone with his daughter in the room, teaching her the techniques of pain and pleasure, in order to deepen their intimacy and trust.
Of course, those who understand this so-called "teaching" will understand it.
So even though many big demons, even including Gracia herself, wanted to get involved in order to gain a loyal ally.
But unfortunately, no matter how she incited Philna to rebel against her father, she did not get the desired result in the end.
Therefore, Gracia simply could not accept that Zuo Si had completely intensified the conflicts on the entire fourth level simply by some means and remote control. All forces had begun to openly take sides, and a decisive battle was about to break out.
The Viper Demon Intelligence Chief carefully observed his lord’s reaction, then explained in a low voice: “I’m sorry, our spies can’t find any evidence to prove this.
I also don't understand what his motive is if this is really Lord Soth's plan.
At least on the surface, Ms. Filna was at an absolute disadvantage in this power struggle.
If there were no interference from external forces, Archduke Biller would have a very high chance of winning.
perhaps……
Lord Soth has some hidden tricks that we don't know about."
"Damn it! Figure this out for me right now! Otherwise I'll dig out your internal organs and feed them to the little devils!"
Gracia was so angry that she swung the whip and hit the snake demon hard.
The latter didn't even dare to hide, and its huge, fat head that looked like a toad was immediately torn apart and left a bloody mark.
It can be seen that this spoiled princess of hell has a bad temper and is extremely cold and cruel.
The Viper Intelligence Chief suppressed the pain and the resentment that was gushing out of his heart, and nodded his head in a loyal manner, "Understood! Don't worry, I will arrange it right after I return.
But regarding your sacrifice and summoning in the material world, would you like to stop for a while? Otherwise, if you go to the material plane, it will be difficult for me to deliver the information to you in the first place."
"No! Everything remains the same! I also want to take this opportunity to observe Soth closely and find out his thoughts and hobbies.
By the way, remember to find me a better body.
Preferably a tiefling of devil blood."
After saying that, Gracia raised her head and glanced at the fierce fighting and racing on the big screen, as well as the gods who were attracted to the game, and then turned around and left the VIP seat with graceful steps.
…
About ten hours later, far away in the Amn Empire in the world of Toril, a group of scantily clad young people gathered in a wilderness far away from towns and villages under the cover of night.
They first lit a bonfire, and then used the firelight to draw huge and complex magic patterns on the open ground according to a book.
其中绝大多数是生活在森林中的精灵和半精灵，最显眼的则是一名额头、脸上和手臂被涂满赤红色鲜血的女性半精灵提夫林。
她看上去明显是一副未成年的样子，身高只有一米四五左右，额头上有一对弯曲的犄角，屁股后面有一条细长的尾巴，但却并没有标志性的翅膀和偏向红色的皮肤，反而十分的白净。
不出意外的话，这位提夫林明显不是第一代混血，而是隔了不知道多少代的突变体。
可能先祖中有人跟下层位面的生物发生了关系，也可能是签订了某种契约，亦或是接受了祝福、诅咒，所以血统中蕴含着这方面的力量。
其父母大概率在外表上跟正常的精灵、人类、半精灵没有任何区别，但是却突然生下了这样一个拥有明显下层位面血统的子嗣。
这也是费伦大部分提夫林的由来。
通常情况下，这些带有明显恶魔或者魔鬼血统的孩子，往往会被受到惊吓的父母遗弃。
倒霉的可能连几天都活不过就会被饿死、成为野兽的口粮。
但总有幸运儿能活下来，或是被别有目的的个人跟组织收养，最终被培养成为盗贼、刺客，或是加入乞丐大军流浪街头。
眼前这个明显属于前者，从她身体良好的发育状况，以及大腿和手臂经过锻炼的肌肉便能略窥一二。
尤其是肚子上的六块腹肌非常明显，绝对不是这种年纪的普通女孩所能拥有的。
而且赤裸的后背遍布着大大小小的疤痕，大部分应该是被皮鞭抽打过的痕迹。
此时此刻，这个半精灵提夫林明显正在试图自救，拼命用一块藏起来的石头想要割断手上的绳子。
但遗憾的是，绑架者对于她格外的关注。
还没等割开一半就被旁边手持武器的守卫发现。
后者连一句废话都没有，抡起剑柄便朝她脑袋上重重敲了一下，提夫林当场两眼一翻晕了过去。
等她再次醒来的时候，发现自己已经被捆在了一个巨大的木托架子上。
至于另外几个俘虏，这会儿全部开肠破肚变成了残缺不全的尸体。
那刺鼻的血腥味和恐怖的画面，顿时让提夫林女孩忍不住发出了刺耳的尖叫。
“啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！别……别杀我！我会偷窃和赚钱！只要你们放了我，我什么都愿意做。”
“嘿嘿！放松点，小家伙。跟那些作为祭品的垃圾不同，你可是有更重要的用途。”
一名三十岁上下、穿着堪比情趣内衣的女人，伸出舌头在提夫林女孩的脸上舔了一下，紧跟着掰开嘴将一瓶液体强行灌了下去。
虽然后者拼命挣扎想要吐出来，但前者却将手指伸进喉咙，导致还没来得及做出呕吐动作便进入了食道和胃。
短短几秒钟之后，提夫林女孩便开始察觉到身体有了异常的反应，并渐渐变得燥热难耐，呼吸也越来越急促。
“呵呵，真是个小可爱。我想伟大的格莱西雅一定会非常满意这具身体。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，女人直接抱住提夫林开始亲吻、抚摸，让其陷入一种不受控制的发情状态。
其余那些年轻人见状，也都纷纷脱掉衣服抱在一起上演了限制级的画面，并且嘴里还发出阵阵古怪的音节。
如果有精通语言的法师和学者在场，很容易就能辨认出这些音节实际上都是炼狱语。
内容也非常简单，就是赞美现任欲魔女王——格莱西雅的词汇。
没过一会儿功夫，巨大的篝火堆中间便呈现出一个巨大的影子。
为首的女人在意识到自己所侍奉和信仰的大魔鬼已经降临，立马停止了一切动作，五体投地的跪在地上将圣典高高举过头顶。
相比之下，那些陷入欲望陷阱的年轻人则像疯了一样，进行着远超自己身体承受极限的剧烈运动，直至一个又一个口吐白沫抽搐着死去。
等最后一个倒霉蛋咽气的刹那，已经差不多快要凝聚成实质的黑影一股脑涌入提夫林女孩的体内。
下一秒……
轰！！！！！！！！！ 刺眼的火光从她体内喷涌而出，在身后形成了一对巨大的翅膀，随后踩着滚烫的烈焰从木头架子上缓缓走下来，抬起手轻轻抚摸在场最后一个幸存信徒的脸颊说道：“你做得很好！比我预料中还要好得多！作为奖励，我将赐予你永不衰老的身体跟容颜。”
话音未落！
一个带着地狱气息的印记被烙在女人的额头上。
她眼角原本已经轻微浮现的鱼尾纹，还有在岁月洗礼下暗淡的皮肤，眨眼功夫便恢复到了十七八岁时的状态。
毫无疑问，巴托地狱第六层的领主——格莱西雅成功降临到了物质位面。
尽管只是以附身的形式，但却也足够让凡人感到恐惧。
“伟大的欲魔女王，来自巴托地狱的尊贵公主，感谢您慷慨的赐予。我发誓，终其一生都会为您服务，直到生命的尽头。”
女人激动的匍匐下来亲吻对方的脚背和脚趾。
她之所以选择一个大魔鬼而非神明作为信仰，为的就是能够青春永驻不再衰老，可以继续靠着美色去勾引那些有权有势的男人。
在保住自己的美丽和青春这方面，某些女性的疯狂程度绝对是男性根本无法想象的。
为此，她们甚至不惜出卖自己的灵魂，献祭自己的子女，杀掉丈夫和父母，用无辜少女的血来沐浴，去吃未成形婴儿做成的肉羹。
从眼前这位格莱西雅信徒的穿戴打扮和仪态，很容易便能判断出其绝对出身富商或贵族家庭。
否则也不可能通过宴会和舞会吸引来那么多热衷于放纵、享乐的年轻人。
“很好！我接受你的效忠。现在起来吧，带我离开这个荒郊野岭的地方，顺便在路上给我讲讲关于这个世界现如今的情况。”
说罢，地狱公主收割了周围死者的灵魂，径直朝不远处停靠的马车走去。
尽管她身上无意之中散发出来的气息让马匹这种敏感的动物十分紧张不安，但女人还是想办法安抚了马匹的情绪，然后驾车径直朝自己拥有的城堡驶去。
至于献祭和召唤仪式留下来的尸体，待会儿森林中的野兽自然会帮忙清理干净。
以安姆现在的人口密度，别说是在野外扔十几二十具死尸，就是在城镇周围杀人藏尸都不一定会被发现。
这一点从下水道里那些残缺不全的人类骸骨便能略窥一二。
……
另外一边，左思显然还不知道格莱西雅已经降临了，仍旧在西门处理着各种各样繁杂的事情，把官僚统治系统从无到有一点一点的建立起来。
除了内政之外，他还在这段时间会见了来自南方被欧司郎山脉隔开的邻国——突米斯，以及坠星海沿岸城邦、国家派出的使者。
很显然，安姆突如其来的快速扩张，还有在战争中表现出来的强悍实力，让他们都非常的紧张不安。
因此派出使者一方面是为了试探口风，另外一方面则是为了贸易。
毕竟巨大的飞艇源源不断将西海岸和新大陆的特产运到巨龙海岸的各个城市，但凡不是瞎子都能看得见。
稍微聪明一点的商人和统治者都能从中嗅到金钱与财富的味道。
再加上渥金教会从中牵线搭桥，左思在极短的时间里就签订了不下三十份的贸易协定。
与那些目光短浅、只看到了眼前利益的本地土著不同，他在浮空城经济专家们的帮助下，制定了一个长远且宏伟的计划。
该计划会通过一系列复杂隐蔽的手段，把费伦大陆最精华的坠星海中心地带打造成为依附于西海岸帝国的经济附庸。
简单来说，就是将其作为资源和原料产地，以及商品倾销市场，大量扶持类似博德之门海商那样的买办政权。
通过不断从这些地方吸血来供养昂贵的魔法教育体系。
另外，左思还希望能够多吸引一些高素质的人口，以充实几乎可以算得上是空旷的国土。
要知道费伦大陆的东西跨度为五千六百多公里，南北则是四千多公里。
对比一下，地球上的美利坚合众国东西长才四千五百公里、南北更是仅有两千七百公里。
所以等安姆帝国与夏恩帝国合并之后，剔除掉孤悬最北边的路斯坎和海上的耐兰瑟尔群岛，从北边蜿蜓河到南方卡林港的跨度也有差不多接近一千六七百公里，东西则为两千公里。
算下来差不多相当于小半个美国的面积。
最重要的是，除了南方的卡林大沙漠之外，这里几乎是整个费伦大陆最温暖潮湿且适宜耕种、居住的地方。
可人口加在一起却仅有不到两千万。
卡林衫的人口最多，解放奴隶后有大概七八百万；
Tethyr is relatively less populated, with a population of around four million despite a long war;
Amn has only 3 million to 3.5 million people; the population of West Heartland is even more pitiful, with only 1.6 to 1.7 million people;
The Dragon Coast is even worse, with a population of less than one million, only 800,000.
And this is the result of adding together halflings, elves, half-elves, gnomes, dwarves, and orcs who are willing to obey management.
If we only count the number of humans, it may only account for 80% of the total population.
Therefore, Zuo Si urgently needed to increase the population size and density within his ruling area.
Because in order to train arcane spellcasters in large quantities, one first needs to have enough geniuses with high intelligence attributes.
There is no better way to solve this problem except to increase the total population base.
Moreover, only with more people can we suppress the endless monsters in the wild, initiate social reforms and the industrialization of magic, and ultimately surpass the two magical civilizations of Netheril and Imaskar.
In Zuo Si's view, he needed at least 100 million healthy adult workers to barely achieve the predetermined small goal.
Staring at the map and population markers hanging in the room, he asked without turning his head, "Which cities do you think are better for opening ten magic academies in the first phase?"
“Well… I think Baldur’s Gate, Askatra, Esmirtalan, Zazespur, Calimport, Sul’dofor, Westgate, and Iliaba are all good choices.
In short, it is better to stay as close to cities with dense populations and prosperous commerce and trade.
On the one hand, there are relatively many educated and intelligent people in such places, and on the other hand, it is also convenient to obtain various materials and resources.
I suggest that it would be better to build the college a little further away from the city, rather than still within the city walls.
Otherwise, if the apprentices accidentally make a big noise, it will be difficult to deal with it."
Ovo, the fat lich who had just rushed over from his lair, answered without hesitation.
Because of his extensive experience in opening magic academies (although they all ended in failure in the end), he was appointed chief consultant on magic education, responsible for helping to make plans and promote the popularization and development of magic education.
The next step is to compile an easy-to-understand textbook and distribute it to each college as the official version.
These novices are not allowed to access any other knowledge until they have completed basic enlightenment education and gained the ability to perform zero-ring tricks.
This is done mainly to protect young apprentices from dying too early.
After all, you never know, when a teenager suddenly gets the name of a demon and happens to be able to carve a summoning circle, whether he will secretly summon it out of strong curiosity.
"Then how do we solve the problem of teachers? Although I have quite a few mages under my command, not all of them have the patience to teach students." Zuo Si continued to ask, stroking his chin.
Having been an apprentice for a long time, he knew too well what apprentices looked like in the eyes of those evil wizards.
In the eyes of these guys, apprentices are relatively expensive consumables and free assistants and experimental materials.
Therefore, if the liches of the Arcane Mystic Society were allowed to teach at the academy, Zuo Si was really afraid that out of a hundred apprentices, only less than ten would come out alive.
Don’t think this is an exaggeration!
It’s a description that couldn’t be more true!
Even a strict and responsible mentor like Kelben often has no good solutions to various unexpected situations.
Normally, it would be considered quite good if five out of ten apprentices could survive to graduation.
As for the rest, basically they didn’t follow the precautions during the experiment, which resulted in an accidental explosion and they were done for on the spot;
Otherwise, they would secretly carry out some dangerous attempts, such as summoning demons and devils, and forcibly touching the deep magic network, and by the time they were discovered, even their souls might be gone.
“If you don’t mind, I can provide fifty to one hundred offspring to serve as teachers.
Including your people, each college can be equipped with ten to fifteen tutors.
He can train about 150 apprentices.
After the first batch of apprentices graduate, they can stay in school as assistants to assist the mentors in managing and educating the next batch of apprentices.
Oh, by the way, I have compiled some research and spell materials about the Netheril era, you can take a look if you are interested."
After that, Ovo took out several books emitting strong arcane light from his pocket.
Since his ideal is to restore the glory of Netheril, he is not as stingy with knowledge as other great arcanists, but is very generous.
"Thank you. I just want to learn those ten- and eleven-ring spells invented during the Netheril era."
After Zuo Si opened it and took a quick look, an expression of interest immediately emerged.
Perhaps for other spellcasters, these magics have lost their effects due to the change in rules, and at best can only serve as a reference for inventing new legendary spells.
But because the magic goddess Midnight opened a back door for him last time, he can really unleash these powerful spells, and even personally create a Misera Core to build a Faerun version of the floating city.
However, Owo didn't know this. He put on a magnanimous look and waved his hand with a smile: "Hahaha! You're welcome!
As our cooperation becomes closer, I will give you my collections over the years bit by bit as gifts.
After all, in this world, you are the only one who has the greatest chance of recreating or even surpassing the glory of Netheril.
I'm looking forward to what the West Coast will become under your rule.
Also, I heard that you had a spell duel with Larloch in Cyre some time ago?"
Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "It can't be considered a duel, at best it's just a mutual exchange."
"Oh? So what was the result?"
Ovo leaned forward slightly, his two swollen eyes flashing with intense curiosity.
He obviously knew that the old man, Larloch, was hiding in the Tomb of the Warlock in the mountains north of Baldur's Gate.
However, out of caution, he never contacted the other party, let alone visited him.
The two sides remained separated by the High Forest and the Wasteland and had no further contact with each other.
"There is no specific result. Although Larock said I won, I don't think I won." Zuo Si shrugged and replied.
"That means... you at least tied with him?"
Owo's tone was filled with undisguised shock.
He had witnessed with his own eyes how the Wizard King in the Netheril era defeated challengers one after another with ease and defended the title of "the strongest".
He also understood that with his level, he would probably never be able to defeat the opponent in a one-on-one magic duel in his lifetime.
That's why Owo found it unbelievable.
"Let me put it this way. Neither of us used any magic items, scrolls, or powers other than our own spellcasting levels and abilities. That's why I emphasized that this was just a sparring match, not a spell duel."
Zuo Si explained with a slightly helpless tone.
In fact, Owo is not the only one who cares about this issue.
Alustriel, Lyra, Khelben, Shane VII, Simamon, Fuzol Chamberlain, and the legendary liches of the Arcane Mystic Society all asked the same question.
There's nothing we can do about it, since LaRock is the most famous.
The circle of legendary spellcasters in Faerun is only this small, and the Wizard King, who has maintained an undefeated record from the era of Netheril to the present, is undoubtedly the focus of everyone's attention.
What's more, there were so many spectators present when the competition was taking place.
"Then can you have a sparring match with me?"
Ovo made a request with great interest.
Because he was really curious about what kind of attainments Zuo Si had achieved in the field of arcane magic, who could make Larloch say "You win"...
(End of this chapter)