Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1294 The Undead’s Sincerity
Hill, standing on the cloud, was full of smiles and complaints.

The sincerity of the undead, sometimes, is really unbearable.

Why can such a simple happy birthday song have so many strange tunes?
He sometimes hated himself for being so polite... mainly because Edna could tell if his ears and eyes were closed.

His upbringing prevented him from committing such a faux pas without anyone knowing about it.

Edna, on the other hand, was lucky.

When her white dragon appeared in the sky, the undead began to sing, and when she flew close, these people had already suppressed all kinds of excitement... Some guys with congenital problems in tune were also ordered to stop their freedom play.

Hill felt that the management of those families was more tiring than organizing a national war.

Fortunately, the power of Sanda King has not diminished, especially in the Black Rose, which is the closest to Hill, some guys who don't want to be blamed still shut their mouths resentfully.

Therefore, although it is still ugly, it is barely bearable.

As for the beautiful goddess standing on the back of Bailong with a face full of surprise and eyes full of emotion, she probably can also block that voice by herself.

Hill suddenly felt that those guys specially rehearsed the song of the little bear, and now in retrospect, he can bear it for a while!
After all, most of the people who are singing are music students, and when the sound of the accompaniment is set to the maximum, even if there are more than [-] people singing, it will be considered pleasant...at least it can be heard.

Even though his heart was full of twists and turns, as an architect, he could only smile to welcome the new Goddess of Magic who slipped from the back of a white dragon that landed on the cloud-shrouded platform in front of the floating island.

Of course, behind her, there is the 'Old Sanda King' who put on a particularly lovely white tutu skirt... This lady seems to have an unusually firm aesthetic view: hairstyles and clothing accessories must match.

I don't know when she replaced the hair accessories at the base of the twin ponytails with pink-purple and pink-white cyclamen.

This must have been custom-made by an undead who is good at handicrafts... It is a pure decoration, and the undead will naturally make it.

It's just daily necessities, and the price depends entirely on the craftsmanship... These two clusters of lifelike, pink and tender cyclamen are the best of the best.

Although the 'Elderly Sanda King' has always been good at spending money, she rarely pays such a big price on daily necessities.

Hill could feel the solemnity of this female priest... Although she didn't know that Toril was a real world, she was still very clear that Edna's time in Toril had entered the countdown.

And Edna didn't show any kind of aloofness in front of this female priest at all—as a god who had just recovered her divine power, Edna didn't feel any pressure at all!
She is not like Shar and Selûne, who uses an avatar... When the real body of a god appears, it will always have a shock buff.

Alvia is her partner, of course she won't be affected, but the 'Elderly Sanda King' sits and walks beside her so easily... Every step Edna takes seems relaxed, but Actually, be very careful.

The Toril gods never knew restraint, but Edna was still the Edna he was familiar with.

Hill smiled and spoke... the warmth that rose from his heart made his tone very gentle: "Dear Goddess Edna, welcome home.

Your cyclamen, waiting for you, push open the door. "

The crowd, who had stopped singing, clapped their hands and shouted 'Welcome Home', and made way for her on a path of crystal clear purple stars.

Edna lightly stepped onto the starting point of this purple galaxy.

The 'Old Sanda King' said proudly behind her: "The original blueprint was a white marble road, but someone of us found a very large amethyst mine on the Spine of the World!
Of course, amethyst is too extravagant to use to build roads, and it's not strong enough. Of course, it can be reinforced with magic, but our own home can't make ends meet, right?
Although this is just the associated marble of the amethyst mine, there are also some amethyst debris in it~
Tens of thousands of us dug for a day!

It was hard to dig enough before Hill was ready to start building the ground!
This is a birthday present from all of us in the Black Rose family.

Edna, happy birthday, happy forever~"

Edna pressed her hands gently on her cheeks, trying to control the flush of emotion that had appeared on her face: "I... really like it.

Thank you, my friend, my..."

She whispered two words in the tiniest voice: relatives.

Edna didn't feel sad for long.

For a girl who is extremely cherished by others, her sentimentality will always be like dewdrops, fleeting.

She deftly pushed open the two crystal doors on the outer city wall, which were also made of marble with a little bit of purple light, and what jumped into her eyes was the cyclamen blooming enthusiastically in the front garden.

Even the crystal lamps on the side of the road look like cyclamen...Although purple cyclamen are the main ones, there are also white cyclamen, and other colors of cyclamen are used as decorations, and in some unexpected places Quietly open.

The main building was exactly like the crystal castle she had imagined.

But on the left side of the vestibule, the transparent pentagram library surprised Edna.

Of course, I am not surprised by the size of this library, but that the bookshelves reaching the ceiling are full of books.

She couldn't help walking in that direction.

"Didn't Oghma take away all the books in Candlekeep?" She couldn't help but turned to Hill who was following her.

"Candlekeep, basically there is no serious book that I haven't copied..." Hill replied with a smile, "I also made a little effort on your birthday. A copy of all Lunriel's books is placed here.

But the undead feel that although they don't have such a deep friendship with you like Black Rose, but... After so many years of friendship, they can't do nothing.

Then, everyone came to help transcribe a copy... Although according to their personalities, there are more or less copies, but even the smallest one, there are at least 20 copies.

So, you, from now on, just collect new books. "

Edna turned her head, and gently gave a chest salute to the undead who had been smiling and looking at her: "Thank you for your deep friendship.

Edna will never forget everything that happened today. "

Whether they are standing in the floating city or the undead people hiding in the forest below, they are all expressing their joy with their warmest cheers "Happy Birthday Edna" and rich enough expressions:
Although every contribution of theirs is just willing to do their best, they don't think about getting anything in return.

But seeing people who have received this kind of love know how to cherish and be moved will always make people feel happier.

Edna tilted her head, smiling.

She just turned around and was about to walk towards the castle, but suddenly found a circular crystal display case filled with magical light that was slowly rotating in the center of the library.

The outermost layer of the round cabinet was even firmly sealed by the top... the firmness was obviously made by the sun elves who were above demigods... glass fiber reinforced plastic.

There are pages of golden scrolls in the crystal cabinet: they are placed in a special small box inside the crystal cabinet and inserted vertically on the mithril pillar in the center of the showcase.

Edna glanced hesitantly, then looked back at Hill, and then again.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Is that also the book you copied from Toril?"

"It was too precious." The smile on Hill's face was impeccable. "I think it is more suitable for the noble goddess of magic to keep it."

"You..." Edna laughed suddenly, "Should I thank you for not leaving me on the way I must pass when I am halfway there?"

"Then...acts with bad intentions can only be used on... strangers who also have bad intentions." Hill said sincerely, "Friends, you can't count."

It's not that he didn't think about it, but Hill felt that the more he looked at this little girl, the more he couldn't do it.

It would be fine if he threw it out at the beginning, after all, Hill was not very familiar with her... But later, he watched the giant screen for too long.

What Edna did was enough for him to respect.

This is a person who can keep his heart in the face of powerful forces.

Edna glanced at the beautiful crystal cabinet again, and suddenly narrowed her eyes with a smile: "I saw the wind in Icewind Dale, and heard the song in the Tower of Windsong... This must be a very interesting story."

"The master key of the Windsong Tower is at the bottom of the crystal cabinet." Hill tilted his head, "Myth Draenor has completely collapsed, and even the elven cemetery no longer exists... Only the Tower of Dawn and half of the Windsong are left. Tower of Song.

For the elves, that is no longer their homeland, so this ring is more suitable for the goddess of magic. "

Edna nodded lightly: "Then let it sleep there. I'm not interested in appearing anywhere other than the cyclamen and the hidden forest."

"It's impossible for Mystra to have no followers." Hill thought for a while and reminded her.

"That's okay." Edna smiled indifferently, "When I am absolutely fair to all believers, there will be fewer and fewer devout believers.

Me... just stay in the middle of the magic net and weave my web well. "

"what!"

"It's an earthquake!"

With a bang from the astral world, the entire planet Toril seemed to be shaking.

"Heim is dead?" Hill couldn't help but look up at the starry sky.

"Mmm...mm!" Edna suddenly picked up her long skirt and rushed towards the purple crystal castle.

Hill was stunned for a moment, and then shouted behind the 'elderly Sanda King' who was quickly following: "Edna probably only has half an hour.

Today, it's over. "

The 'Old Sanda King' waved his hand, and the white gloves inlaid with purple diamonds were particularly eye-catching.

(End of this chapter)