Knowing the reason for the Goddess of Light's arrival, Mystra was relieved.
What kind of religious holy war was this? Taking the opportunity to suppress other religions and expand their faith? That was good enough.
But then she thought for a moment and asked, "Have you improved any new spells recently? Sacrifice them to me. I'm so bored. "
"There are a couple of them. I'll sacrifice them to you when I have time." Roland nodded. "Right, Goddess, I have a question. How long do you live?"
"Theoretically, it's infinite." Mystra looked at Roland strangely for a moment and then continued, "But according to my investigations in the past hundreds of years, it seems that no god can live more than five thousand years."
"Why?" Roland was quite curious.
Mystra sighed. "Because it's boring."
"Boring?"
Mystra nodded. "Paradise is boring because it's the 'kingdom' of the gods, so the gods know everything that happens in the paradise. There are no secrets or surprises."
"But aren't there a lot of souls of believers in the paradise?" Roland thought for a moment and said, "Isn't it good to talk to them and live together?"
Mystra's expression became even weirder. "Do you think believers dare to talk nonsense in front of the gods? Especially in a place like paradise, because the influence of divine power is too great, the believers can't even look the gods in the eyes. Do you think the gods and believers have anything to talk about in such a situation? "
That was indeed a problem.
"Then you guys are high up and can see all the joys and sorrows of the world. Just treat it as a drama. It shouldn't be boring, right?"
Mystra continued shaking her head. "The Goddess of Light said that there's nothing new under the sun! You can see the things in the world for a few decades, and they're all the same. The plots were all the same. The joys and sorrows were all the same. It was just that the location, the time, and the names were all changed. In fact, the most important thing is the lack of friends who can really talk to and the lack of participation in the process of joys and sorrows, so all the Lawful Gods feel that life is boring. "
Roland understood. "So, you gods have endless lives, but you're so bored that none of you live more than five thousand years that you give up your lives?"
"I gave up on my own thoughts." Mystra explained, "The Divine Spark is eternal. The Divine Spark is our body. We give up on destroying our thoughts and leave the Divine Spark behind. After a while, new thoughts and new souls will be born again in the Divine Spark."
Roland was slightly surprised. "This should be considered a secret of the Divine Spark, right? Can you tell it to a mortal like me?"
"Do you think you're a mortal?" Mystra smiled beautifully. "A mortal who can look a god in the eye and resist the soul assimilation of a god at the Master level? You have no confidence at all. "
"I didn't know I was that good?" Roland was a little surprised.
"As far as I know, none of the Golden Sons can do that except you and the Saint Samurai of the Goddess of Light." Holding her chin with her right hand, Mystra looked at Roland with great interest. "Why else do you think Elise, the Life Goddess, gave you her blessings and invited you to her paradise just to chat with you? After all, the other one is a believer of light, so I can only pull you up. "
So that was how it was!
Roland stared into Mystra's eyes. "Does that include you?"
"Of course." Mystra said bluntly, "You don't have a clear faith, so we all want to win you over to our side."
Roland fell silent for a moment at Mystra's bluntness.
He had always thought that he had something special that could be used by the gods, so the Life Goddess and the Goddess of Magic favored him.
Even the Nether God seemed to have the same idea.
But it never occurred to him that they were interested in him because he could look a god in the eye.
There was no malice!
It was a waste of his previous wariness of them.
He was always afraid that he would be tricked by them somewhere or at any time.
But now, he was a little relieved.
But he didn't completely believe Mystra's words, only about ninety percent.
Seeing that Roland didn't speak, Mystra looked at him warmly and asked, "So, won't you really consider becoming my believer? What the Goddess of Light can give her Saint Samurai, I can give you too. "
Roland shook his head gently. "I can't thank you enough for your kindness, Goddess. Can I think about it for a while?"
"It's up to you." Mystra smiled, then she said, "Right, you'd better build a temple of mine in Delpon, with two or three Mages as priests."
"Why?"
"I'm already starting to set up the teleportation magic array." Mystra played with a strand of her pink hair with her smooth right hand, looking rather lazy and cute. "I estimate that in two or three months, you'll gradually start to get money. If you don't have my temple as a transfer station, you'll have to go to other cities to get the money. Don't you find it troublesome? Also, as more and more cities are set up with teleportation magic arrays, the money you can get every month will increase, so it's safer to just send it directly to your home. "
"Okay, I got it."
Roland also knew that if there was a magic temple in Delpon, the whole city would most likely be more easily monitored by Mystra, but compared with the shiny gold coins in the future, this little bit of discomfort was not a problem at all.
Seeing that Roland agreed, Mystra smiled and waved her hand.
The surrounding space was twisted and broken, and soon Roland returned to Alfred's study in the Association of Mages.
Andonara stood next to him, relieved to see that he had come back to himself.
Alfred's eyes glowed with curiosity. "It was a god who pulled your soul away just now … Judging from the waves, it was Mystra?"
Roland nodded.
Seeing that Roland admitted it, Alfred frowned. "Roland, you must not become a believer of Mystra, or she will know all the knowledge in your head."
"I understand." Roland understood Alfred's concern.
The Legendary Mages in the main plane all dreamed of catching up with Mystra and aiming to become a new god.
Mystra's deeds encouraged them, and these geniuses believed that if Mystra could do it, so could they.
Even if it wasn't them, it should be other Mages or other human beings.
Roland was a promising candidate to become a god in the future that Alfred had high hopes for.
He had vaguely understood that it was impossible for him to become a god in this life, so wouldn't it be a good thing to raise a successor, who would then become a god!
But now, Roland had actually been "discovered" by Mystra, which made him feel worried.
Could it be that Mystra, a thousand-year-old virgin, had taken a fancy to a young man like his student?
This was tricky.
He had to find a way to make Roland feel disgusted with Mystra.
Alfred was a little anxious, but there was no emotional fluctuation on his face. He said to Roland, "It's almost over now. I heard that you saved Princess Stephanie and hid her. Now go and bring her back to the capital, or the royal family won't be at ease."
"Okay."
After bidding farewell to Alfred, Roland teleported back to Delpon with Andonara.
He was about to return to his manor, only to find that it was surrounded.
A large forest had grown around the manor.
The thorny bushes were densely covered in the woods around the manor.
While he was wondering, the thorny bushes and vines in the woods automatically parted, and two men in green robes and hoods walked out.
"Druids!"
Roland said casually.
The two of them lifted their hoods, and Roland found one of them vaguely familiar.
It was the Druid who showed up when Delpon was about to open a secondary city and cut down the forest.
At that time, Roland wasn't strong enough, so he wasn't confident in dealing with these Druids.
But now that Roland was level 12, they were barely making any progress.
Not to mention that he had an outrageously strong female Hero by his side.
As if sensing the other party's soulmate, Andonara stood in front of Roland with her longsword.
This way, she wouldn't block Roland's sight, and if the enemy really wanted to attack, she would block it.
"Roland?" The familiar-looking Druid stepped forward and said, "The real controller of Delpon, the city usurper, the despicable schemer, the kidnapper of the queen …"
Roland raised his eyebrows. "Your descriptions are quite interesting."
"It's not my description, it's how all of Hollevin feels about you," the middle-aged Druid said coldly. "I'm Aslan, the leader of the human Druids."
"I remember you. We met more than a year ago." Roland looked around at the woods and vines near the manor and asked, "It seems that you did this. What's the meaning of this?"
The other Druid walked up and stood behind Aslan.
Aslan took out a red blade of grass and showed it to Roland. Then he said, "This is Phoenix's Blood Grass, also known as Inferno Grass. You planted a lot of it."
Roland knew that the precious Blood Grass in his manor couldn't be kept a secret for long.
After all, the Blood Grass was so huge that it couldn't escape even if it was protected by a magic barrier, unless it was planted in a secret place.
Also … the real way to protect one's property was to be strong or have a force behind one's back, not to hide.
At the same time, Roland found it amusing.
He had been asking the Guild of Bards to lead the Druids in secret. He thought that he had been exposed, but it turned out that the Druids were here for something else.
That was interesting.
Roland chuckled. "So?"
"It's troublesome for you to keep the evil Blood Grass here. We can clear it for you," Aslan said casually. "Besides, you shouldn't have planted such evil things in the first place. After a long time, the Demon God's scent will infect you and turn you into evil people."
Roland chuckled when he heard that.
Narrowing his eyes, Aslan asked, "Mr. Roland, what's the meaning of this?"
"Nothing. I just think that you're cute." Roland pointed at the woods and vines behind him. "You can't break into my manor, so you've surrounded it, hoping to force the people inside to come out, right?"
Aslan hid his hands in the loose sleeves of his magic robe. "That's only a last resort. Your subordinates are resisting and refusing to hand over the evil plants. They even want them to spread out. That's not good. That's why we built the woods to prevent the Blood Grass from spreading. It's for your own good. "
Andonara and Roland both laughed when they heard that.
The guy sounded righteous, but he couldn't even fool Andonara, not to mention Roland.
Roland waved his finger softly. "Seriously, you Druids are truly shameless."
"What's the meaning of that?" Aslan stared at Roland coldly. "The Druids share the glory with nature. You insult us, and you insult nature."
"That's a big accusation."
Roland snorted and cast Alignment Detection on them.
As mentioned before, the alignment detection spell was a very insulting spell. Using this spell on others was a clear indication that they were not a good person.
Also, it was not just verbal, but also physical.
The two Druids' faces changed greatly. They pointed at Roland and were about to curse.
But when they extended their fingers, Andonara moved.
She appeared before them as if she had teleported and pointed at them with her sheath.
The two Mages immediately bowed and blushed. Then, they held their abdomens and fell to their knees.
They vomited food first and then some blood.
Andonara's attack was perfect. She hurt them and made them feel intense pain without causing too much damage.
Aslan was strong enough to wake up from the pain soon. He raised his head and glared at Roland. "You dare attack us? You'll die a miserable death. We'll punish you."
"Punish me?" Roland looked at them with a smile. "Look at yourselves in the mirror. There's a red shimmer above your heads."
Both of them were greatly shocked.
They looked at each other and found that, as Roland said, they both had red glimmers above their heads under the influence of the alignment detection spell.
"How is it possible?"
Both of them were shocked and couldn't believe it.
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