Late at night, the once prosperous and bustling capital of Serre, the city of Eltaber, was silent.

There were almost no pedestrians in the markets and streets that should have been brightly lit. Only the mansions where high-level red-robed wizards, governors and military commanders lived had bright magic lights turned on, illuminating large areas around them as bright as day.

Fully armed elite soldiers, constructs, and summoned creatures patrol the surroundings non-stop to ensure that no threats can get close to the residences of these important figures.

After all, assassination is the "traditional skill" of the Red Robe Mage Organization's internal struggles.

Especially Sazastan, who had successfully killed two chiefs before the civil war broke out, so no one in the entire parliamentary faction dared to take it lightly.

The reason why this situation has occurred in the city of Eltaber is that this city, which once had a population of over 100,000 and was ranked among the top cities in the entire continent of Faerun, now has less than 30,000 people left.

Moreover, since they had been attacked more than once by the Undead Army of the Necromancer faction during the civil war, most of the citizens who could run had already fled.

After all, a magic war is not an ordinary conventional war. It requires conquering one city at a time and then slowly pushing down to the enemy's lair.

Since there is this incredible thing called a portal that can directly cross the distance of space and send the army to the heartland of the enemy, there is no so-called safe rear area at all.

Especially the city of Eltaber, which serves as the capital, has long been infiltrated by various factions within the Red Robe Wizards like a sieve, with unknown secret passages and strongholds everywhere. Even the chiefs are not clear about how many secret portals Sazastan has built and how many terrible undead assassins are hidden.

So no one dares to take safety lightly.

When the chiefs or governors of various factions travel, they will basically bring with them dozens or even hundreds of guards and private armies.

Otherwise, you won't be able to get out of four streets alive and will be assassinated and killed on the spot.

But there are always exceptions.

For example, Demetra Flas did not have any bodyguards or private army around him. Instead, he entered the maze-like sewer alone and quietly.

Not only her, but her good disciple Kalaya also went in from another entrance.

Unlike their usual high-profile appearance, these two women with bald heads and large magical tattoos covering half of their heads are now wearing anti-detection cloaks - "Silent Whisper", and are both blessed with invisibility magic.

Unless a large-scale anti-magic field or true seeing is used, their existence cannot be detected through normal means.

It was obvious that the two of them did this for only one purpose, which was to avoid everyone's sight, even their own men.

After walking along the intricate passages of the sewer for about forty minutes, they finally touched a symbol engraved on the wall almost at the same time.

moment!

The two were teleported by a magical force to a completely enclosed room in an unknown location.

Different from ordinary secret rooms, there is no physical entrance or exit here, and the specific location and depth are unknown. Its privacy and security can be said to be maximized.

And the moment Demetra Flas and Kalaya entered, the huge stone table in the middle suddenly lit up with an orange-red flame, and spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed. After a while, the originally dark room was completely illuminated.

If you look closely, you will find that those tiny flames are actually magic candles made of special materials.

The moment the last candle was lit, several portals opened at the same time and several figures walked out from the middle and corners of the table. They were the masters of the entangled symbols.

Standing in the middle was Ragon, the leader of the entire organization, whose spellcasting level was ranked among the best in the entire continent of Faerun.

“You’re late!”

As soon as Ragon appeared, he stared at the two people who had lifted their invisibility with his eyes flashing red.

"I'm sorry. You know, the parliament faction is in a state of chaos right now, and several other chiefs are planning a counterattack against Sazastan. I really can't get away."

Demetra Flass hastened to explain.

If she had tried to get along with these terrifying legendary undead spellcasters on an equal footing before, now she was completely putting herself in a weak and even subordinate position.

The reason was simple! She found that the speed at which the strength of these Talisman Masters increased was too terrifying.

Especially the leader, Ragon, whose original spellcasting level is Mage LV20/Arcane LV5/Arcane Lord LV8.

Add to that the additional +3 spellcasting levels from the Lord of the Symbols, and the additional +1 spellcasting level for each area secretly controlled, and the total spellcasting level reaches a terrifying LV40.

Finally, after Zuo Si became the symbol of evil, his spellcasting level increased by 5, directly reaching LV45.

In addition, there is also divine power bestowed by the mage master.

These are completely invincible to the Red Robe Mage Chief, whose spellcasting level is generally just above the legendary threshold.

What's more, the most troublesome thing about the Lich is the life box that allows infinite rebirth.

It goes without saying where the Lord of the Symbols' life box will be placed.

But Demetra Flas didn't know that even if the life box was destroyed, for these Lords of the Symbols it would just mean entering the cemetery to cool down for a period of time, and they would be summoned again soon.

Therefore, the red-robed female chief is very afraid of the Lords of Symbols, including Lagon.

She even felt that if the other party was willing, they could carry out a major reshuffle of the top leaders of the parliament at any time and replace them quietly, just like what they did with Kalinshan and Tesser.

"What about you? What trouble did you get into?"

Ragon once again turned his gaze to young Kalaya.

“That’s my answer!”

Without saying a word, the latter took out a small box from his arms, opened it and placed it on the table.

In a flash!

Everyone in the room was deeply attracted by what was in the box.

Because what was placed there was none other than Sel's national treasure, a fragment of the artifact that the goddess of magic used to strengthen the magic net. It was a very large piece, half the size of a palm, and it emitted intense magical fluctuations that could not be described in words.

After about ten seconds, Lagong nodded with satisfaction: "Well done! I think the master will be satisfied with your efficiency. And he will never be stingy in rewarding those who have made achievements."

"It is my honor to serve the great Majesty Soth."

Kaleya placed one hand on her chest and bowed gracefully, an expectant expression on her face.

Although the bald tattoo and two magic eyes on her head make her look a little fierce and scary, her facial features are actually not ugly. Instead, she is a standard beauty with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a small mouth.

It's a pity that beauty is the most useless thing for the red robe wizard who pursues strength and power.

After all, no matter how beautiful a woman is, once her hair is shaved and her head, neck, back, and arms are covered with tattoos of all sizes, the first impression she gives will never be one of beauty, and she will not make men have improper desires to have something happen with her.

This is why it is rare for male and female red robe wizards to form families and have offspring.

Most red robe wizards prefer to have offspring with nobles, bureaucrats, officers, merchants, and even civilians and slaves, although they may not necessarily be married.

Just like the famous saying against LGBT political correctness, maybe you can deceive your brain, but you can never deceive your little brother.

When a person's appearance does not meet your aesthetic standards at all, the latter will definitely not have any physiological reaction.

Fortunately, Kaleya, who has embarked on the path of power, has never cared about her appearance.

Especially after he got the notebook containing the knowledge on the scroll of Netheril from Zuo Si, his spellcasting level improved by leaps and bounds. In just a few years, he obtained the ninth-ring spell position and was only one step away from becoming a legend.

So now she was extremely eager to acquire more magical knowledge once again so that she could take this crucial step as soon as possible.

Seeing the naked and undisguised desire of the young female red-robed wizard, Ragon couldn't help but let out a creepy laugh, and then he and several other Symbol Lords knelt on one knee at the same time.

Before the other two could react to what was happening, an indescribable horrific evil aura appeared out of nowhere and filled the entire room at an incredible speed.

Although as members of the Red Robe Mage Organization, Demetra Flas and Kalaya were undoubtedly in the evil camp, they still began to tremble, shake, and fear uncontrollably, with expressions of horror and disbelief on their faces.

You have to know that these two people have summoned demons, devils, yugoloths and other evil alien creatures from the lower planes before, and they have even summoned lesser abyss lords and genuine abyss lords.

But none of the above can compare with the extreme evil aura at this moment.

Gradually, these auras gathered together to form a figure, which was Zuo Si himself.

As a typical pragmatist, he obviously did not create such a scene simply to show off or brag, but to make the two female red-robed wizards realize their current strength.

As expected, both the chief Demetra Flas and her favorite disciple Kalaya bowed their heads humbly at the first moment, emitting fear and despair from their souls.

After all, they are just mortals, and the kind of mortals who are weak-willed and easily tempted.

Such people are as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Zuo Si today, both physically and mentally.

"Great Master, your most loyal servant is here to wait for your orders."

All the Lords of Symbols, including Ragon, expressed their absolute obedience to the newcomers in the most humble manner, even to the point that the two female red-robed wizards found it incredible.

Because in their view, undead spellcasters like these, whose spellcasting levels are generally above LV30 or even LV40, should at least maintain their dignity and personality even when facing demon lords, devil dukes and gods, instead of completely becoming their slaves.

But now, these terrifying existences that are enough to cause panic in many regions and even countries are kneeling on the ground and calling themselves "slaves."

I guess even if I tell it to others, few people will believe it.

"Is everyone here? Huh? There's actually such a large piece of artifact fragment?"

Zuo Si obviously noticed the Sel national treasure placed in the box. He immediately hooked his fingers and sucked it into his palm, feeling the power contained in this thing.

Although as his horizons broadened and his strength improved, this thing no longer had as strong an appeal to him as before.

However, as a rare item that can greatly enhance the stability of magical energy, its preciousness is actually much higher than most substances, and it is the most suitable material for making magic-related artifacts.

Sometimes Zuo Si really couldn’t understand what the magic goddess was thinking back then. She didn’t even make a decent weapon for him.

You know, even a psychopath and lunatic like Xirik knows how to get a handy weapon.

Perhaps this is the arrogance and conceit of the second most powerful god in the Crystal Wall where the planet Toril is located, second only to Io, the God Above Gods?

But it doesn't matter.

Anyway, the previous two generations paid the price of their lives for this.

After all, the entire continent of Faerun now knows that the Goddess of Magic must die every time something big happens, and it has even begun to become an established practice.

Although the new third-generation magic goddess Midnight still has some of the innocence and kindness of a mortal, she has begun to gradually integrate into the role she must play.

The most important thing is that she does not have the arrogance and conceit of the previous two generations of magic goddesses. Instead, she is very cautious.

What's more, Xirik has been weakened to a weaker level of divine power that can no longer pose a substantial threat to the powerful divine power. In theory, the magical plague that swept across the entire continent of Faerun and caused a huge disaster should not have happened.

Maybe...

As a midnight voter, Zuo Si has reached the limit of his duties and abilities.

If she was still killed after this, it would only mean that the position of the Magic Goddess was poisonous and whoever went up there would be unlucky.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si directly activated his ability to dissolve the artifact fragment and injected it into the artifact staff that Nicol Bolas had given him.

This is the most powerful magical artifact he currently possesses, so it should naturally be strengthened as a top priority.

After finishing all this, Zuo Si casually created a notebook that contained some magical knowledge and threw it in front of Kalaya: "Here, I think this should be enough as a reward for your outstanding performance."

"Thank you very much! Your generous gift is my greatest motivation."

Kalaya quickly picked it up and flipped through the contents, and suddenly fell into uncontrollable ecstasy.

Because what was recorded above could definitely help her cross that threshold and become a legendary spellcaster, even surpassing her current teacher Demetra Flas.

"You're welcome. You deserve it. Now tell me about the situation within the parliamentary faction."

Zuo Si found a chair and sat down, intending to listen to the details of the Sel civil war so that he could make a better decision.

"Master, in fact, except for the chief and some key positions, the parliamentary faction has been almost infiltrated by us. As long as you give the order, we can replace them at any time."

Rain raised her head and smiled meaningfully.

"Oh? So half of Cyre is basically under your control?"

Zuo Si was obviously quite surprised by this result.

After all, the Red Robe Mage is no pushover, and like the Zhentarim, he is also very good at lurking, infiltrating, assassinating and subverting the local regime, and his counter-espionage awareness is at its highest level.

Add to that the internal strife, mutual harassment, and a general environment where no one trusts anyone, and it is extremely difficult to control such an organization.

Zuo Si had no idea how the Talisman Masters had managed to do this in just a few years.

After all, they don't have things like Shining Oil, Planeswalker Spark, and Devil's Contract that can force others to obey them.

"This is all thanks to Muratl's psychic powers. He gradually disintegrated the Red Mage's tight organizational structure from the inside, taking down those who controlled resources and intelligence one by one from key nodes, and then spreading a large network along these nodes."

As he spoke, Ragon glanced at the most mysterious being among the Lords of Symbols, the mind flayer lich who practiced both spiritual and magical skills.

You have to know that learning arcane magic is a very unorthodox thing in the mind flayer community, and is often resisted by the elder brains and other mind flayers, not to mention outliers like this who have isolated themselves from society and transformed themselves into undead liches.

This is why when Muratl came to him, Ragon accepted him without hesitation and regarded him as an important partner and ally.

This mind flayer lich did not disappoint his expectations. In a short period of time, he greatly expanded the influence of the Entanglement Symbol and brought more than half of the powerful people in the entire Kalinshan under the control of the organization.

Although red wizards are not as susceptible to mind control as ordinary people due to the large number of magical items they wear, this does not mean that they will always be fully armed 24 hours a day.

For example, when taking a bath, doing some exercises that are beneficial to physical and mental health with the opposite sex or the same sex, or when changing clothes, it is inevitable to take off a lot of protective magical equipment.

When there is no magic to protect the mind, charm, or mental suggestion, Muratl can instantly invade the opponent's brain and turn him into his subordinate or even slave.

Moreover, these people will never wear similar equipment again from now on under the guidance of psychic powers.

"Do you want me to start a revolution within the parliamentary faction?"

Muratl asked in an uncertain tone, waving his slightly pale tentacles.

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: “No, not for now.

Because before that, I need to deal with Sazastan first and make sure he won't become the biggest obstacle to this plan.

You must understand that the continent of Faerun cannot be completely ruled by one person or one force.

So I can't let you control Searle directly or indirectly, I can only make it tend to cooperate with me rather than confront me by reaching some agreement.

In addition, Sel and the Red Mage Organization must not fall.

Only they can contain and limit the expansion of the Mulhorand Empire in the east.

You must know that since the end of the theocracy, this country has been trying to actively expand outward, and the frequent invasions of its neighboring country Enther is the best proof of this.

Once Mulhorand absorbed Unther, their pantheon would have greater influence in Faerun.

This is very detrimental to the current pantheon of Faerûn and my ally Tiamat."

"So what you mean is..."

Demetra Flas was visibly nervous.

Because she understood that Zuo Si's decision meant the future of the entire Red Robe Mage Organization and even Cel.

Although she had already made plans to flee to the West Coast Empire to seek asylum if the situation got bad.

But if one can stay and continue to be the chief and abuse his power, who would be willing to be a stray dog?

"What I mean is that Sazastan can realize his wish to become the Red Mage and the dictator of all of Cyre. But he must reach a few agreements with me and ensure the interests of the West Coast Empire here."

As he said this, Zuo Si took out the crown phylactery inlaid with rubies.

moment!

The pupils of both Demetra Flas and Kalaya suddenly dilated.

They were obviously all wearing equipment that provided magical vision, so they could see the dazzling necromancy arcane aura emanating from this thing.

"You...you got the phylactery that Sazastan hid?"

As one of the red robe wizards, she knew very well what this thing meant and what a crucial role it could play in the negotiations.

Zuo Si shook his head slightly: "No, it wasn't me, but Pramon "Frostmark" Lakeske who found it. Now, I need the two of you to come with me as representatives of the parliamentary faction."

"No problem, it's our pleasure."

德米特拉·弗拉斯立马单手抚胸弯下腰深深地鞠了一躬。

虽然要去见作为敌人的萨扎斯坦让她稍微有点紧张和不安。

但考虑到左思现如今的地位与实力，这种不安很快就消失了。

因为无论萨扎斯坦设下怎样的陷阱与埋伏，在这位拥有西海岸帝国的皇帝、巴托地狱第九层领主、数位强大神力选民、传奇旅法师等一连串名头的类神力面前都没有任何意义。

因为左思可以轻易切断施法者与魔网的联系，让萨扎斯坦直接失去最大的依仗。

……

与此同时，远在塞尔国土西北部的要塞中，大名鼎鼎的死灵系首席萨扎斯坦还没有意识到这场可能要以另外一种形式结束，也在与刚刚搭乘巨型飞艇抵达的西海岸帝国商团讨价还价做生意。

相比起议会派，他显然拥有一个无与伦比的优势，那就是手下压根不需要吃喝拉撒这些东西，更不需要考虑所谓的放松与享受，所有通过贸易赚到的钱都可以全部拿来采购战争物资。

这也是他能在开战之后压着对方打的原因之一。

“尊敬的萨扎斯坦阁下，您要是这样漫天涨价我们的生意可就没办法做下去了。

毕竟你们的粮食基本都是亡灵负责生产的。

虽然经过了翻晒等工艺驱除负能量，但对于很多在意健康跟长寿的民众来说在心理上始终无法接受。

除非将价格降到比普通粮食更低，否则他们是不会掏钱购买的。

所以您必须把粮食价格降低到我们能接受并有足够利润才行。

不然的话我们宁愿不要这些粮食去其他地方采购。

要知道这片大陆上能大量出口粮食跟矿产的可不仅仅只有塞尔一个国家。

更何况我们还有直达玛兹特克大陆的航线。”

负责带队的商人丝毫没有因为自己在面对整个费伦最可怕的巫妖就退缩，反而开始毫不客气的发出威胁，将有恃无恐和经济霸权的丑陋嘴脸表现得淋漓尽致。

面对商人的无礼，萨扎斯坦眼睛里顿时闪过一丝杀意，但很快就消失的无影无踪，并且摆出一副无奈的样子反问：“那你觉得要降低多少才合理？”

商人不加思索的回答道：“至少百分之三十。唯有如此这批粮食才有可能在西海岸帝国卖出去，并且我们也能赚到些许微薄的利润。至于矿产，同样也得降价至少百分之二十。”

不得不说，他的这番狮子大开口顿时让在场好几名效忠于萨扎斯坦的巫妖、吸血鬼脸色都变得相当难看。

因为他们可不是大门不出二门不迈的死宅，早就调查过这些出口的东西在西海岸帝国市场的售价。

如果用一个字来形容这些贪婪无度的商人，那就是“黑”，太他妈的黑了。

不管是粮食还是矿产，利润都达到了惊人的百分之三百。

是的，你没看错，像这种应该利润非常微薄的大宗商品，竟然能有如此恐怖的暴利。

可想而知西海岸帝国的商人们把收购价格压得有多低。

要不是亡灵生物种田、采矿压根就不需要付出什么成本，换成活人百分之百得赔个倾家荡产。

但凡还有其他的选择，萨扎斯坦都不会把东西卖给这些家伙。

就连几名吸血鬼将军都不由得感叹，在贸易吸血这方面还是你们狠啊。

但是很遗憾，由于内战的关系已经没有其他地方的商人敢靠近塞尔了。

所以萨扎斯坦根本没有其他的选择。

更何况他还要靠这些商人采购战争物资，以确保自己能对议会派形成压制。

沉默了良久之后，这位死灵系的首席终于强忍着把这些该死的商人全部变成僵尸和食尸鬼的冲动，面无表情的点了点头：“好吧，那就按照你们说的价格折算。不过我有个额外的条件，那就是必须在交易中额外增加二十门大口径火炮。”

“可以！”

商人不加思索的答应下来。

因为西海岸帝国的内阁已经放开了对火枪和火炮的管制，任何人只要有钱都可以购买。

但问题是配套的火药只有最低级的发烟火药，而没有军方自己所使用的元素能药。

后者的威力几乎是前者的二十倍都不止。

要知道TNT炸药和黑火药之间的差距也才五倍到六倍之间，就已经能形成无法弥补的代差。

西海岸帝国的重臣们根本不担心这些热武器扩散开会威胁到自身。

更何况发烟火药的配方到现在都还是个秘密，只有兰檀岛上的发明家协会、工匠之神贡德的教会和西海岸帝国掌握。

一旦没有了火药补充，那些大炮和火枪立马就会变成毫无用处的废钢、废铁。

所以现如今西海岸帝国的贸易政策是限制火药出口的总量，而不限制火枪和大炮的出口。

萨扎斯坦当然也知道这些商人打的是什么主意，但却并不在意。

因为他需要的是在短时间内爆发一轮猛烈的远程打击直接击溃敌人即可，而不是像西海岸帝国的空中炮艇那样进行长时间的饱和轰炸。

相比起热武器，他更相信魔法的力量。

随着交易的达成，停靠飞艇的高塔很快就变得忙碌起来。

几名巫妖正在操控着构装体和亡灵生物搬运货物，将买下的战争物资搬下来、再把对方采购的东西搬上去。

看着那些商人们一个个红光满面有说有笑的走出要塞，一名吸血鬼将军终于忍不住凑到近前用略带懊恼的声音问：“主人，您确定不要给他们点颜色瞧瞧吗？这些家伙实在是太贪婪、太嚣张了，压根就没有把您放在眼里。”

“不！你应该知道我不能那样做。

西海岸帝国已经成长为一个我们根本招惹不起的庞然大物。

只要伸出一根手指就让我们所有的努力都瞬间化为乌有。

难道你没有见过那些被贸易同盟实行禁运和制裁的地区发生了什么吗？

虽然我们统治的地区已经没有什么活人，也不用担心会发生民众暴动，但想要打赢这场战争就需要钱，非常非常多的钱。

更何况我们还要十分依赖这些商人提供的战争物资。”

萨扎斯坦毫不犹豫的拒绝了手下诱人的提议。

尽管他有很多方法可以让这些商人死的不明不白，甚至是将其变成受到自己操控的傀儡。

可一旦被发现后果绝对是灾难性的。

之前他已经体会过不止一次了，所以一点也不想触这个霉头。

“该死！ 这些混蛋故意在同时跟我们和议会派做生意，好让两边一直不停的打下去。

每当我们占据优势，西海岸帝国的商人就会出售更强大的士兵和装备给议会派。

这样他们就能一直从塞尔获得廉价的食物、矿产、木材、草药、宝石和各种贵重金属。”

吸血鬼愤愤不平的抬起拳头狠狠敲了一下桌子以表达自己内心之中的不甘。

毕竟这种明摆着耍猴的贸易但凡不是傻子都能看得出来。

但就是没有一丁点办法。

那种无法用语言形容的憋屈和羞辱快要让不少把自己转化成亡灵生物的高阶红袍法师发疯了。

“冷静点。

一时的忍耐根本算不了什么。

只要能击败议会派打赢这场战争重振塞尔，所有这一切就是值得的。

记住我说的话，别看议会派的人多，但他们也继承了过去那种相互内斗、相互扯后腿的传统。

所以这场战争持续的时间越长，他们爆发内讧的可能性就越高。

只要抓住一次机会，我就能将那腐朽落后的议会制度扫进历史垃圾堆。”

在说这番话的时候，萨扎斯坦无论是眼神还是语气都充满了自信。

因为没有人比他更了解红袍法师组织从建立之初就遗留下来的致命缺陷，以及议会制度在关键时刻总是掉链子的老毛病。

尽管在当年掀起反抗穆尔霍兰德帝国神权统治的叛乱时，议会制的秘密法师结社将这片土地上的所有法师团结在伊萨兹·布瓦尔的身边，并最终赢得了战争的胜利。

甚至就连首席这个称呼，最初的意思都是“追随者”，即追随伊萨兹·布瓦尔的人。

但就在建立统治和政权的过程中，这位最高领导人居然提前死了，根本没能完成一个国家最重要的集权。

所以才在相互妥协中诞生了议会制这么个奇葩玩意。

作为当年最初的几个“追随者”之一，萨扎斯坦是亲眼见证了红袍法师组织和塞尔这个国家的诞生。

虽然他当时还不叫这个名字。

在亲眼见证了议会政治的各种弊端之后，他愈发坚信只有集权和暴政才能避免不必要的内耗，让塞尔真正成为一个强大的魔法帝国。

“好吧，我明白了。”

吸血鬼颇为无奈的叹了口气，转身便打算化作蝙蝠离开这个地方一个人静静。

可就在下一秒……

Three figures suddenly appeared out of nowhere in this room where magical teleportation was completely prohibited.

Such a horrifying scene not only stunned all the high-level undead in the house, but even Sazastan activated countless protective magics in an instant and ordered two golems to stand in front of him.

Because they had no idea how the other party broke through the restrictions, and they didn't understand why there was not the slightest energy fluctuation in the surrounding magic net.

But after a second or two, when he saw clearly who the person was, Sazastan's heart sank immediately, and his expression became as ugly as it could be.

"Hey! Long time no see, did you miss me?"

Zuo Si acted like an old acquaintance and greeted the chief of the Undead faction with a smile.

"If possible, I don't want to see you again in my life."

Sazastan gritted his teeth and spoke out his truest thoughts.

Because he knew that as Zuo Si's power grew stronger and the level of his contacts became higher and higher, it would be basically impossible for him to retaliate for the losses he had suffered before.

As the saying goes, if you can't afford to offend someone, you can afford to avoid him.

It would be best if we never have even the slightest contact or interaction again.

"Hahahaha! Well, it seems that the misunderstanding between us is a bit deep."

Zuo Si couldn't help but burst into laughter, completely ignoring the amusing reactions of the others present who dared not speak out.

After all, there is nothing more pleasing than the way you dislike me but can't do anything about it.

"No, I'm pretty sure this isn't a misunderstanding, and there's nothing to discuss between us."

Sazastan corrected, quickly regaining his expressionless state.

"Oh? Are you sure? You know, I found a very interesting ruby ​​tiara with a few initials on it."

Zuo Si revealed several key pieces of information with a half-smile.

He believed that with the other party's intelligence level, he should be able to instantly understand what he wanted to express.

As expected!

When Sazastan heard the description of the characteristics of his life box, his thin face, which was even partially bony, suddenly changed color, and he growled in a nervous and panicked tone: "This is impossible! I clearly hid that thing in..."

Before he could finish his words, Zuo Si had already taken the crown out of his pocket and waved it in front of him.

In a flash!

Sazastan closed his mouth and clenched his hands into fists to show his inner unrest.

How can I be calm?

That's the life box! The most important thing a lich uses to preserve his life and soul essence!

As a cautious person, he always felt that it was impossible for anyone in this world to find the place where he buried his life box.

Because all the people who really knew about his past are basically gone, only the Wizard King of the Netheril era, Larloch, knows a little.

But the latter obviously would not betray him.

silence!

Horrible silence!

The atmosphere in the room became extremely oppressive within a few seconds, even making the two accompanying female red-robed mages feel suffocated.

It was the first time for them to see the leader of the Undead faction in such a dilemma.

fortunately!

Sazastan was an absolutely rational person. After being silent for a while, he did not do anything extreme that might cause misunderstanding.

He first raised his hand to signal all his men in the room to leave, and then he opened his mouth to test, "What do you want?"

"It's simple. I want to talk to you and hopefully come to an agreement that both parties can accept.

Don't worry, I have no interest in controlling or ruling Cyre.

Because with the decline in population, this place has truly become a place hated by the gods.

After all, there is no faith without population.

I just don't want Cyre and the Red Mage Order to collapse and fall, which will ultimately benefit the Mulhorand Empire and the pantheon they believe in.

You must understand that the balance between the gods of Faerun is very fragile.

Once it is broken, it will inevitably trigger a large-scale war between gods.

So I can help you unify Cyre, but you have to pay a small price."

As he spoke, Zuo Si raised his hand and gestured with his index finger and thumb.

"A small price?"

Looking at the tiny space between the other person's fingers, Sazastan suddenly laughed out of anger.

Because he wouldn't be stupid enough to believe anything that came out of the mouth of a big devil.

Especially since this great devil has recently made a huge fuss in Baator, and even started to form a dual-headed politics with Asmodeus on an equal footing.

Because the loss he suffered back then was so huge and so memorable, Sazastan has always paid special attention to the situation in Baator and even established his own base in the huge cyberpunk city.

Basically, he will get the news of whatever happens there at the first time.