In particular, there are numerous heretical sects, covering almost all camps from order to chaos, from good to evil.
There are two most notable heretical sects.
One of them is the "Cult of the Rising Sun", also known as the "Rising Sun Heresy", which believes that Lathander is the ancient sun god Amaunator, and there is no essential difference between the two.
Although the doctrine is slightly different from the mainstream, it is still essentially lawful and slightly inclined towards good.
But another sect called "Three Suns" is more outrageous.
Because this is a typical cult that preaches that Lathander, Amaunator and Cyric are the trinity of the sun gods, representing the supreme true God who transcends other gods.
Among them, Lathander represents sunrise, birth, hope and kindness, while Amaunator represents midday, prosperity, neutrality and order, and the last one, Cyric, represents sunset, death, chaos and evil.
As for why such a strange sect as "Three-Sided Sun" was born, it is actually closely related to a series of confusing behaviors of the Lord of Dawn since his birth.
He is even called the "Great Evil God" by some people.
Specifically, he pursued the goddess of fate, Taiji, which led to her death, and then split into the goddess of luck, Taimora, and the goddess of misfortune, Benbasha;
Pursued the first Swan Daughter (a secret organization of women sworn to protect wilderness areas from evil, characterized by the ability to transform into swan forms), forcing her to flee into the sky and transform into the constellation Cygnus;
Before his old love's body was cold, he immediately began to pursue the Earth Mother, Chauntia;
Attempting to merge Tymora and Benshaba back into the goddess of fate, nearly resulting in the death of both and the premature resurrection of Bane, the god of tyranny;
He totally disregarded the face of his powerful divine power and sent down his battle incarnation to hammer to death Sammaster, the mortal founder of the Cult of the Dragon, and was injured and bleeding in the process;
The attempt to establish a pantheon dominated by themselves led to the terrible Dawn Disaster, with direct and collateral consequences including the destruction of two empires and a pantheon, as well as the fall of Myth Drannor.
So in the eyes of some people, Lathander actually contains the two sides of good and evil, hope and destruction.
Together with some lunatics who were influenced by the "Book of Cyric", the "Three-Sided Sun" heretical sect was eventually born.
Of course, it is not ruled out that some hostile gods are secretly causing trouble.
It's like the "Dark Moon Heresy" sect that believes Shar and Suellen are the same god, but was actually secretly funded by Shar as a means to corrupt the church of her good sister Suellen.
But later, after Su Lun came to his senses, he quickly reversed the operation and used the sect as a window to plant spies into the Church of Shar.
Eventually, the entire Dark Moon Heresy sect even became a battlefield for the two goddesses and their followers to compete with each other.
However, as the Church of the Dawn released the long-suppressed heretics, many missionary priests emerged in various towns and villages on the west coast of Faerun, including Askatla.
They use a unique magic called [Sun Rising Technique] to create balls of light as dazzling as the sun out of thin air in underground caves and at night.
Not only does this spell disable the night vision of many monsters, but it also harms undead, fungi, and kills fungi just like real sunlight.
In the face of such a powerful supernatural force, even the people living on Earth in the era of information explosion would probably find it difficult to remain rational and sober, not to mention the civilians on the continent of Faerun who have no knowledge and no experience.
As a result, a large number of devout believers who originally worshiped Lathander quickly began to firmly believe that the Lord of Dawn was the ancient sun god Amaunator.
After all, it is absolutely impossible to grant this kind of divine art to priests on a large scale without the sun priesthood or sun domain.
Many believers of other gods also felt that the teachings of this heretical sect seemed to make sense.
As we all know, the spiritual power of mortals in the material world will form specific power projections in the outer planes.
Therefore, with the rise of this heretical sect, Lathander began to gradually complete his own solar priesthood.
In some areas, heretical sects have even completely absorbed and replaced the original mainstream sects. They simply changed the name of Lathander to Amaunator and required believers to pray in the name of Amaunator when they pray.
I have to say, this is simply courting death.
After all, although the ancient sun god Amaunator has been lying dead in the astral realm for many years, he is not completely dead yet.
At least now when this name is mentioned, many people still know his deeds and the ideas and doctrines he advocated when he was active.
As for a god, he will not be truly dead as long as he has not been completely forgotten.
Therefore, what the Rising Sun heresy did was equivalent to re-consolidating faith in the dead ancient sun god.
However, until the latter is fully resurrected, Lathander is able to draw power in the other's name.
This operation is a bit like a race against time.
If he could obtain the complete solar priesthood before Amaunator was resurrected, he would make a fortune.
But if Amaunator were to be resurrected prematurely, the Lord of Dawn would be faced with a situation where everything would be lost.
But this obviously meant nothing to him.
Anyway, this is not the first time that such a failure has happened.
When it comes to impulsiveness and recklessness, the only person who can compete with Lathander is the psychopath Cyric.
No wonder the Three-Sided Sun sect believed that these two were two sides of the same coin, good and evil.
When Zuo Si finished his work and returned to Faerun, and heard that the Rising Sun heresy was replacing the original orthodox church and becoming the actual controller throughout the entire Faerun continent, he was stunned for several seconds and was unable to recover.
He was completely shocked by this series of outrageous actions, and couldn't help but sigh: "You are really worthy of being the Lord of Dawn. You even dare to play this kind of gambling game. You really don't know how to write the word death."
"Master, are you not going to intervene and just let these heretical sects do whatever they want? You should know that their main area of activity is within the territory of the West Coast Empire."
Davian warned cautiously.
Because in the continent of Faerun, nothing is trivial when it comes to religion and faith.
The rise and fall of any powerful divine power is often accompanied by the destruction of one or several countries, as well as widespread war, destruction, and population death.
Especially for mortal believers who have fallen into frenzy, it would be absolutely disastrous if they were instigated by someone with ulterior motives.
After all, those false religions on Earth that have no real gods to support them can drive people extremely crazy, not to mention the churches in this world that have gods to support them and can bestow true divine powers.
The recent massive invasion of Zhentil Keep by the followers of Cyric is the best example.
Zuo Si smiled and asked back, "Why should I interfere?"
Now that the game has begun, let us enjoy the performance of the great Lord of Dawn.
Believe me, this process will be very exciting.
And the ending will be far beyond everyone's expectations."
"You... seem to be gloating a little?"
Davian obviously noticed something.
There was no way, he knew too well that his master would often turn into a "funny man" when his own interests were not involved.
"Oh? Is it that obvious?"
Zuo Si subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth, and found that it was not very upturned.
Davian couldn't help but smiled and replied, "Every time you are about to see someone in trouble, your voice will involuntarily rise a little bit. Although it's very slight, I can still hear it."
"Okay, I admit that I am gloating. Because this matter is really very interesting, and it fully reflects the most essential part of Losander as a god." Zuo Si explained with a playful look on his face.
"As the essence of a god?"
Davian looked very puzzled.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes. What do you think is the greatest characteristic of the Lord of Dawn as a god?"
"Is it like the rising sun, representing new life and hope?"
Davian said with a strong sense of uncertainty in his tone.
Because Lathander is so complex a god, people's opinions of him are extremely polarized.
"No, what you said are merely the priesthood, doctrines, and tendencies. They are not the greatest characteristics, nor are they the essence of being a god. The real answer is that good intentions do not necessarily lead to good results. They may also lead to a disaster."
Zuo Si stated his evaluation of the Lord of Dawn very straightforwardly.
From the moment this god was born, he has been trying his best to help those suffering mortals, eager to give them hope and happiness. He himself is also a representative of the pursuit of happiness. The long list of new and old loves he has pursued is the best proof of this.
But the problem is that almost none of his plans ever succeeded; all of them were typical cases of good intentions leading to bad results.
Moreover, the damage caused each time is more serious than most of the evil gods' carefully planned conspiracies.
That is why many people who dislike Losander often sarcastically say in a half-joking tone that in fact, those evil gods don't need to go to so much trouble. As long as they do their best to help the Lord of Dawn to realize those so-called "great plans", they will naturally be able to get results far beyond their expectations.
"You mean... the Lord of the Dawn who wants to use these Rising Sun heretics to obtain the Sun Priesthood will eventually suffer a tragic defeat?"
Davian's pupils flashed with the blinding light of a solar panel, and he obviously heard the subtext.
“That’s right.
God is pure and stubborn.
This means that they are all stubborn and will neither admit their mistakes nor learn lessons from their failures, let alone make even the slightest change.
So no matter what the Lord of Dawn does, he will continue to repeat his past failures.
Not to mention this kind of radical and impatient risk-taking.”
After saying this, Zuo Si acted as if he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.
In his eyes, this powerful divine force from the good camp was like a reckless, radical teenager who never considered the consequences of doing things. He was neither his enemy nor his ally.
As for whether the Rising Sun heresy will eventually resurrect the ancient sun god who has been lying dead for many years, it has nothing to do with him. Anyway, it is Losander's own beliefs that are torn apart.
Moreover, Amaunator's priesthood includes bureaucracy, contracts, law, order, the sun, and sovereignty, which perfectly fits the current situation of the West Coast Empire and makes him a potentially powerful ally.
"Okay, then I'll go inform the cabinet not to bother with the actions of the Church of the Lord of Dawn, and let them do whatever they want.
In addition to this incident, there is another thing that I think you should be very interested in, that is, the revenge of the goddess of wealth, Waukeen.
In fact, during the time you were away, Graz'zt's army was almost on the verge of collapse under the siege of Orcus and Demogorgon.
In other words, it won't be long before this Dark Lord will appear on the ninth level of Baator Hell."
After the heretical sect of Lathander, Davian released the second bombshell.
As a powerful quasi-divine being with the ability to teleport across planes, his current range of activities and responsibilities are no longer limited to the continent of Faerun. Instead, he has begun to frequently travel in and out of the outer and inner planes, just like the servants of nature.
"Really? It seems that our dear Six Fingers is about to face the darkest moment of his life. Has everything been arranged in Hell? No matter what, we must make our guests feel at home."
When saying this, Zuo Si did not hide his naked malice towards Grazzt at all.
Davian undoubtedly knew what this so-called “arrangement” meant, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he responded in a low voice: “The Succubus Queen Mecanthut has arranged everything.
It is said that the revenue from pre-sale tickets alone is as high as tens of millions of gold coins.
Many powerful witches from other material worlds are willing to pay a high price to obtain the essence of this demon lord for conception.
Of course, there are also some male mages who intend to make Graz'zt pregnant and give birth to offspring with their own bloodline.
In addition, some female big devils and old witches who have strong demands in this regard have also expressed their desire to taste the most handsome demon..."
"Hahaha! That sounds great. I believe Lord Wu An will jump for joy when he learns that he will soon have countless new lovers and countless offspring."
Zuo Si immediately burst into unbridled laughter.
Because he knew that although Grazzt was lustful in his daily life and did not distinguish between men and women, it was one thing for him to take the initiative, but it was another thing for him to be raped by others.
Especially when it comes to this kind of special slavery with a strong humiliating nature, any abyss lord with a little dignity would not be able to tolerate it.
"I don't know if Lord Wu'an will jump for joy, but you have obtained a hen that lays golden eggs. It won't be long before he will make you a lot of money."
Davian couldn't hold it in any longer and complained again.
There was no other reason. This business operation model was simply too cruel, so much so that even he, as his enemy, could not stand it anymore. It was obvious that he wanted to first let Grazzt experience both physical and mental torture, and then use any means to squeeze out his last bit of surplus value.
"Isn't this better? Although wealth has long been meaningless to me, who would complain about having too much money?"
After saying that, Zuo Si opened the box in his hand, waved his fingers, and threw the snacks, drinks and other things he brought back from the magical earth into the storage room.
After he was done, he sat down on the sofa, opened a can of carbonated drink and handed it to his follower.
Davian didn't hesitate to take it. He tilted his head back and gulped down the can in just a few seconds. Then he used his ability to heat the can and melt it into liquid. Then he cooled it and turned it into a smooth aluminum ball and threw it to the cat not far away who was staring at him with its big eyes.
The latter's attention was immediately drawn to the metal ball, and he began to chase the rolling gadget.
Because the scale of the Wizard Tower and the underground part is so huge, Zuo Si raised a lot of cats to prevent rats from spreading before he mastered the secret of the magic maze.
Now that pests such as cockroaches and rats have been driven out, these cats are naturally all unemployed. They wander around aimlessly every day and only gather at designated feeding points when they are hungry and want to eat.
If you walk around the Mage Tower, you can basically see them every ten or twenty meters.
Many of the magic bats in charge of cleaning have begun to complain that these cats poop, pee, and fight everywhere, and a lot of time is wasted just cleaning up the cat hair.
But Zuo Si didn't care about it. Instead, he thought that some small animals could add vitality to the wizard tower.
What's more, he had sterilized all the cats when he introduced them, so there was no need to worry about the number continuing to increase.
After another ten or eight years, when the first batch of cats die of old age, their numbers will naturally decline sharply until all of them die and disappear from the Mage Tower.
Watching the kitten having fun chasing the metal ball, Zuo Si said to his followers without even looking up: "Davian, from now on I have to speed up the speed of acquiring energy to prepare for the upcoming Spark War. I'm afraid that both you and I will be very busy from now on."
"Understood. Whatever you ask, I will do my best to carry it out."
The Sun Knight placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply, giving people a very solid and reliable feeling as always.
"I need you to go to the Mechanical Realm."
Zuo Si said in a leisurely tone.
"Mechanical Realm?"
Davian was stunned.
Because he really couldn't figure out why his master suddenly became interested in this outer plane of absolute order.
Zuo Si nodded seriously. "Yes, it is the Mechanical Realm. I am very interested in the construct manufacturing technology and fully automated factories there, especially the central energy pool of Regulus and the modrons that are constantly born from it."
"But Master, I know nothing about this knowledge."
A trace of helplessness appeared on Davian's face.
He is not afraid of danger, fighting or even death, but he has no confidence in this kind of "technical work".
"You don't need to know anything, just observe with your eyes, and I will take care of the rest."
Zuo Si gave his followers a reassurance.
There was only one reason why he chose Davian, and that was that his camp was lawful neutral, and he was the only follower among all the followers who met the inclination of the mechanical realm plane.
The others are basically either confused or neutral. If they go there, they will probably have to fight with those rigid and inflexible natives.
Erinikas became lawful after being transformed into a devil, but the problem was that he was still performing other tasks.
As for the Goddess of Nature, Zuo Si would rather she stay in the continent of Faerun just in case.
After all, according to the next plan, he might have to be away for a long time.
When Davian heard that he was just running errands, he instantly relaxed a lot and agreed without hesitation.
Just when he was about to ask for specific details, there was a knock on the door behind him.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Then Sancho's voice came through the crack in the door.
"Teacher, are you there?"
"I'm here, come in."
Zuo Si pursed his lips and smiled playfully.
He obviously knew why the chief disciple wanted to see him so urgently.
There is only one answer, and that is to obtain the spark of the mage.
For this, the boy even gave up all his divine power and divinity, and even the precious opportunity to become the new god of murder.
After getting permission, Sancho immediately opened the door and walked in from outside, his eyes revealing undisguised excitement and excitement. He bowed deeply and said in a decisive tone: "Master, I am ready."
"Are you sure? You must know that from the moment you accept the spark, you will begin to fulfill the contract between you and me."
Zuo Si deliberately whetted the boy's appetite.
"I am quite sure of it."
Sancho nodded vigorously to express his determination.
"In that case, I will grant you a spark of a planeswalker."
As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and released a spark stored in his body, like a ball of light emitting a faint white glow.
moment!
An indescribable attraction swept through Sancho's brain, causing him to involuntarily reach out his hand to touch the spark and feel the incredible power within it.
But just as he was about to touch it, he suddenly heard his mentor's warning: "If I were you, I would not rashly touch a spark that does not belong to you. Because the destructive power it generates when it gets out of control is enough to tear your body and soul apart."
"Hold... I'm sorry, it was just too beautiful and I couldn't control myself for a moment."
Sancho immediately broke out in a cold sweat, quickly retracted his hand and apologized repeatedly.
As a wizard, he obviously knew how great the risks might be if he touched something unknown before figuring out the situation clearly. He even received many beatings and punishments for this when he was still an apprentice.
"Forget it. Now I am going to insert the spark into your body and soul. This process may be a little painful, so try to bear it."
After saying that, Zuo Si stood up from the sofa, grabbed the spark in his palm, and with a lightning speed, forced the entire spark into his apprentice's body.
Sancho didn't even realize what was happening, and immediately felt the tremendous pain as if his soul was being torn apart.
He opened his mouth to scream, but found that he had lost the ability to make a sound, and his body began to twitch wildly and uncontrollably.
The most important thing is that my head feels like it has been hit by a heavy hammer. Everything has gone blank and I have completely lost the ability to think.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours or even a few days…
In short, when the boy gradually felt that he had regained control of his body and his mind was becoming clearer and clearer, he found himself incredibly floating in the air, with the light emitted by the spark constantly flashing on his chest.
As a subconscious first reaction, he immediately began to try to mobilize the magical power in his body, and found that all the magical energy had gathered in the flickering ball of light in his chest.
Now, with just a thought, I can immediately break the distance in space and travel to any corner of the multiverse at will.
What an amazing ability! So this is the planeswalker!
Sancho was in an uncontrollable state of excitement and ecstasy.
He gave up the chance to become a god, wasn't it just to become a planeswalker like his mentor?
"How do you feel now?"
Zuo Si asked with a smile as he looked at the eldest disciple whose hands were trembling slightly.
"It feels great! Giving up on becoming a god was the best decision I made in my life!"
Sancho responded without any hesitation.
In just a few seconds, he successfully controlled the sparks from the floating state to the ground.
Although he has lost his divinity and divine power, the knowledge and spellcasting level he gained during his time as the Son of Bhaal will not disappear.
Zuo Si nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, you are very talented and should be able to go very far on the path of a planeswalker.
Remember, you only have three months to prepare.
Three months later, I immediately set off to the plane of Ravnica to serve as my eyes, monitoring the actions of the Guildpact.
If conditions permit, you can try to contact Niv-Mizzet.
But one thing is that you must not expose the relationship between you and me under any circumstances. If necessary, you can even become my enemy on the surface.
Here, these are the coordinates for the plane of Ravnica."
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
Sancho bowed respectfully and then left without looking back.
He couldn't wait to try out the various abilities brought by the spark and make his first land card.
Because only when the land card takes effect, the powerful magical power he obtained in this world will not disappear due to changes in the environment.
Just as Zuo Si returned to Faerun and began to make orderly arrangements, near the Cave of Kolos far away in the Dominaria time and space.
The Blue Demon Judge Jinjitasha has quietly arrived with his own progress engine faction, set up camp and started digging and exploring.
Although he lost all his flesh and blood when traveling through time and space, and is now in an extremely weak state, his spirit is extremely high.
Moreover, the New Phyrexian creations brought in for excavation work have basically been specially modified, with the flesh and blood parts removed as much as possible and the mechanical structure greatly strengthened, so the impact is not that great.
After simply catching some prey to replenish their supply, they began to work.
Once something that looks like a man-made object is dug up, the small mechanical structures will pick it out and hand it over to Jinjitasha for review.
If it is useful, he will save it and send it back to his laboratory via the space-time bridge.
If it is useless, just throw it into the trash pile aside.
Occasionally you'll find books with jewels on their spines.
Of course, the Blue Demon Judge would never allow any of his men to easily touch these books that have existed for thousands of years.
Because if it is not reinforced with magic, even the slightest vibration will cause it to turn into dust instantly, and the precious knowledge inside will never see the light of day.
Under this efficient operation, the technology and knowledge contained in the relics of the Thran Empire were quickly absorbed by Jingitaxa and then applied to the creations of New Phyrexia.
It is estimated that it will not be long before the blue faction he rules will undergo an unprecedented comprehensive upgrade.
With the infinite numerical advantage of New Phyrexia, even the extremely complex terrain like the Koros Caverns was quickly explored clearly.
Finally, Jinji Tasha found clues related to the same omen in a place that looked like a workshop.
This is a workshop used to make artifacts.
The cave walls are covered in opal, speckled with rainbow colours that give them an amber shimmer.
Through simple geological identification, it can be determined that it existed just before the collapse of the Solan Empire.
Because at that time, magic theory and practice were not popular, but the technology based on magic stones firmly occupied the dominant position.
In the dim light, one could see an intricate web of glass tubes, beakers of various sizes, a defunct furnace, the remnants of ancient chemical compounds, wire cutters and clay rollers, buckets coated with dried glaze, and gears.
There was even a small ventilated furnace with a pair of pokers haphazardly placed beside it, as if its smith had been disturbed and walked away with an unfinished job.
In one corner there are handcuffs, a reminder of what the Thran Empire really was like before the Koros Caverns were transformed into Phyrexia.
Of course, what really interested Jinjitaxia was a copper bowl with a handle depicted on parchment, with many small black figures surrounding its base.
Needless to say, this bowl is the famous artifact Tongzhao.
Next to the parchment was a piece of gray clay, engraved with symbols that exactly replicated those depicted in the faded ink of the chart.
Some were written in Solan script, and some had unrecognizable curved lines that resembled some kind of symbol on the Tongzhao.
The clay was broken and parts of it were difficult to identify, and there were severed cables lying next to it.
"Hahahaha! I think I found the spell to activate Tong Zhao! This is incredible! It turns out that Tong Zhao was created in such an environment."
Jinjitaxia carefully lifted up the parchment and the gray clay next to it, and let out a cold and shrill laugh.
Obviously, these Solan characters, curved lines and symbols are the key to allowing Tongzhao to release terrifying destructive power.
Since the Phyrexia created by Yawgmoth is essentially a continuation and transcendence of the Thran civilization, as the blue magic judge of New Phyrexia, Jinji Tasha can recognize at a glance the meaning of these words and symbols that outsiders cannot understand.
He first scanned and recorded the two things from beginning to end, and then put them carefully into the box, intending to take them back to ask for credit from Zuo Si.
After getting the activation method of Tongzhao, Jinji Tasha didn't even stay for a second, and immediately crossed the time and space bridge to return to his nest.
As for the rest of the excavation work, just leave it to the intelligent machines.
Just like that, without being discovered by anyone, the Blue Demon Judge completed his task brilliantly.
At this point, Zuo Si finally obtained a trump card that could allow him to die together with the enemy under any circumstances.
…
At the same time, far away in the ninth layer of Baator, on the bustling streets of a huge cyberpunk city.
A female moon elf of indeterminate age was looking with interest at the towering skyscrapers around her, the colorful neon lights and billboards, and the various strange and bizarre means of transportation passing by.
Obviously, judging from her novel reaction to everything, this was definitely her first time visiting this place.
There are millions, if not tens of millions, of people like this every day. It's not worth making a fuss about.
But the problem is that the white-bearded old man following her is not ordinary at all. He is Elminster, the first chosen one of the goddess of magic in Toril.
And judging from the latter's respectful attitude, the status and identity of this elf are obviously extraordinary.
After a few minutes, the moon elf turned around and asked half-jokingly, "Is this really hell? I can't believe so many changes have taken place in just a few years.
I am now becoming more and more interested in this new ninth-level lord, Soth.
Tell me quickly, what kind of person is he?"
"Teacher, it will take a lot of effort to tell this matter from the beginning." Elminster said with a helpless smile.
It is easy to tell from the title "Teacher" that this moon elf is Silinxi who has disappeared for more than 700 years. She may also be the strongest arcane spellcaster in the continent of Faerun besides Zuo Si.
The ten-ring magic she invented - [Silinxi Spell Transfer], the name alone tells you how perverted it is, it is simply the nightmare of all spellcasters.
Coupled with the silver fire bestowed by the goddess of magic, it is completely a pipe dream for a mortal spellcaster to defeat her in a one-on-one duel.
No one except the oldest gods knew how old Sirinthe was, not even Elminster.
According to the records of an elf, she was transformed into an elven lich almost two thousand years ago, and served as the guardian of fate in the Year of the Sky, as well as the sage of knowledge for Amasora and the royal court mages.
However, just before the founding of Myth Drannor, she inexplicably regained her youth and vitality, becoming one of the few rare individuals to reverse her transformation into a lich.
Some people believe that this is the effect of the silver fire, while others believe that it is the blessing of the second-generation magic goddess.
In short, Silinxi became a living being again and led other wizards to build a city and a famous magical maze network.
If Elminster is a legend in the modern history of Faerun, then his teacher is a grand epic that spans the decline of the elves and the rise of humans.
"It doesn't matter, we're not in a hurry anyway.
Ah! Look, there is a restaurant over there. Let's go over there and sit down to eat and chat.
To be honest, I think that although this place is hell, it is much better than many material planes.
Especially the entertainment, food and beverages of various flavors, which are hundreds of blocks ahead of other places.”
After saying that, Silinxi quickly ran into the store like a little girl, picked up the menu and ordered more than a dozen cups of milk tea, cocktails, juices, carbonated drinks, coffee drinks and other drinks in one breath, and then ordered a table full of sumptuous dishes.
When Elminster saw this scene, he couldn't help but sighed again, and quickly followed and found a seat by the window to sit down.
In the first few minutes, neither of them spoke a word, they just focused on eating.
Since all restaurants have the gluttony buff, people who come in will feel particularly hungry, and they will have no mind to do anything else if they don't fill their stomachs.
However, after eating about half of the food on the table, they all stopped eating and started sipping their drinks.
Finally, it was Silinxi who broke the silence first, pointing at the extravagant and glamorous world outside and asking, "Isn't it possible that Feren has become like this now?"
Elminster shook his head quickly: "No, not yet, at least not yet.
But there is a trend in that direction.
Soth integrated almost half of the land on the west coast of the continent of Faerun and established an empire of his own.
He abolished the aristocracy and feudal system, appointed a large number of bureaucrats to implement centralized power, and cooperated with many gods such as Gond, the god of craftsmen, to pave a large number of roads, build water conservancy facilities, and develop new magical mechanical tools.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that in just a few years, from Kalinshan to Baldur's Gate, I had become completely unrecognizable.
Oh, by the way, Thors also extremely hates the nature god Silvanus and his druid sect.
In any area under his rule, all Druid sects had to either convert, leave, or be wiped out on the spot. There was no other choice.
In addition, he will cut down the two largest forests in the Baldur's Gate area to build a huge plain granary."
"It sounds like... this seems like a wise and capable ruler?" Silinxi commented with her eyes shining slightly.
"No, it was the tyrant. He admitted it himself."
Elminster corrected, fiddling with the straw in his hand.
As a teacher, Silinxi was obviously very clear about her apprentice's character. She immediately couldn't help but laugh and tease, "Why, did you have a disagreement with him? Or did his ways make you feel uncomfortable or unaccustomed?"
"It's more than just unpleasantness. To some extent, we have become enemies.
It's just that because of the voters who are also goddesses, the final bottom line has always been retained.
I always feel that his thoughts and actions are too dangerous, and will sooner or later bring disaster to the entire continent of Faerun, just like Netheril and Imaskar who do not know how to restrain themselves.
Believe me, you will feel the same as I do when you meet him.
What's more, he is now a big devil."
After saying that, Elminster raised his head and drank the cocktail in the glass, smacking his lips with satisfaction.
Although he was extremely disgusted with what Zuo Si did, he still quite liked the mixed alcoholic beverages that brought different flavors and tastes through blending, as well as the rich recipes and various fresh cooking methods.
(End of this chapter)
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