The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The sacrilegious ritual is over.

Gale sat up from the altar, meditated quietly for a moment, and gave good news when he opened his eyes.

"My magic net can already carry one level of spells. It can probably carry one or two. What spell should I choose?"

DND spellcasters are a very delicate profession. They have limited spell slots per day, which limits the number of spells they can cast, and limited memory slots, which limits the types of spells they can cast.

Therefore, the first thing a spellcaster does when he wakes up every day is to plan the spells to be cast today, and spend an hour or two memorizing them from the magic book he carries with him.

The spell casters of the Silver Magic Network all use the memory stone, an external brain, to help record spells.

Gale now monopolizes a magic network. The more complex the warp and weft of the magic network, the more spell structures it can carry. As long as the spells are recorded by the magic net, he can release them without restriction.

Theoretically, there is a glimmer of possibility for him to be promoted to the second Mystra.

However, neither the soul nor the body of a mortal can carry the infinitely growing magic network. Linde estimates that Gale's Netherese sphere can record at most a hundred spells, up to level 6.

This is Gale's limit.

Want to become stronger? There is a long way to go.

After all, Gale has no divinity. If it were Lindelai, he could plant a second divine tree in this magic net.

"There are not many first-level spells that are useful. You can remember one [Thunder Wave], and you can do whatever you want with the rest."

"Yeah. Let's remember [Thunder Wave] first."

Gale is a good person, and he trusts Lind very much. After all, it is a life-saving favor. He said goodbye to his two companions and returned to his tent.

Shadow Heart poured herself a glass of wine silently, looking unhappy. Helping outsiders steal divine power was a terrible experience for every devout priest.

But she did it anyway.

The lively crowd has basically dispersed, and the tiefling refugees are busy packing their luggage. They will be able to set off around noon tomorrow. If everything goes well, they will be able to reach Baldur's Gate in ten days.

There are two roads to Baldur's Gate, one is the promotion road, and the other is the Moonrise Tower Ancient Road.

Lind hopes that the bridge to ascension is not destroyed by the Githyanki red dragons, otherwise the refugees heading to Moonrise Tower will end up in disgrace.

The tiefling child Arabelle, whose parents he favored, would die on this journey.

The Tower of Moonrise is located in the town of Leithven, and that area was polluted by Shar's shadow curse decades ago. The entire area around the town was plunged into eternal night. The vicious shadow curse will plunge everyone in darkness. The creatures were tortured to death and turned into undead after death.

It's almost like the feeling in "Don't Starve". You have to light a fire when it's dark, otherwise you will be attacked by monsters in the dark.

The Shadow Cursed Land has experienced a great war, and there are still many dangerous monsters on the battlefield today, not to mention that the headquarters of the Supreme True God Order is set up in the Moonrise Tower.

If these tieflings go there, they will be on a roller coaster that leads directly to the underworld. Even if they die, they will not die comfortably.

Gotta find a way.

The reason why the refugees want to go to Baldur's Gate is mainly because there are too many risks in the wild. The Sword Coast area has become increasingly turbulent due to the activities of the Order of the Supreme God.

The big city of Baldur's Gate has solid walls, Flame Fist mercenaries, and huge steel guards, which can keep goblins, gnolls and other evil forces out.

Another reason is that the food supplies in the verdant woodlands are running out. The refugees' usual food is just porridge, barely enough to satisfy their hunger.

The druids possess the [Magic Berry Technique] and can produce nutritious raspberries, so they will not go hungry. But it cannot afford to feed all the refugees.

Linde hopes to persuade both parties to continue coexisting for a while, and wait until the adventure team eliminates the danger in the Moonrise Tower before leaving.

This matter must be discussed with Sefro and Harsin.

Shadow Heart turned her head and saw Linde looking at the refugees in ecstasy.

Paladin's expression remained the same as before - calm, thoughtful, and distant, sometimes as warm as fire, sometimes colder than dust and smoke, as if he was well versed in his own destiny and was just playing his own role.

"Interesting," the half-tall elf said in a low voice, "You know who I never thought I would care about?"

"It's them, the refugees."

"You're right. I never cared about them, least of all the druids in the woodlands. They were fugitives, weaklings, a bunch of worthless mortals. But we still stepped forward and saved their lives. , which is weird.”

"No, this is exactly the right thing. It may not be true for other people, but it is true for you."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Shar's teachings always encourage you and your fellow believers to cause turmoil and chaos, allowing the world to see their true face through pain, see clearly the hypocrisy of light, and finally return to the silent night."

"Have you done any research into Ms. Shar's beliefs? Sounds—pretty good, like I would say."

"I think you haven't done a good enough job. As pastors, you are not only God's servants, you are His eyes and ears, His nerve cells. You should guide Ms. Shar out of chaos through faith. She represents the world. Night, the origin of everything, such a great existence has been infantilized. She has now become a crazy woman who is jealous of Selune and only wants to feed Selune with shit. This is your fault."

"What do you mean?" Ying Xin's face turned red with anger, "Are you accusing my belief of not being pure enough?"

"Don't get excited. It's just that you should do better. Selune represents the Dharma, but her system will become more and more rigid. Shar represents the end of the Dharma and can revolutionize the world like fire. This is the operating mechanism of history. The cycle of continuous precession. The confrontation between these two forces gave birth to everything in the Kingdom Tianyu.

"Think about it, what you have to do is not to cause pain, but to protect people in pain, because they are the fire and the iron fist that destroys the ugliness in the world. What you have to do is to help people in pain to defeat the source of suffering, not On the contrary, killing people and setting fires in order to disgust Selûne will only lower Shar's grade."

Ying Xin calmed down a little, and she was a little confused, "No, stop talking. I admit that what you said has some truth, but I will not allow a heretic to tarnish the orthodox faith. In the future, don't talk to me about such treasonous things. .”

Linde smiled, "You're scared. But don't worry, I'm willing to restart this topic with you at any time."

Shadow Heart glared at him fiercely and returned to her tent alone, burying the slight emotion in her heart and regaining her loyalty to Ms. Shar - maybe so.

There was one doubt that had appeared in her mind, but she didn't dare to think about it.

Gale also asked Lind the same question: "Since creating the latitude and longitude of the Demonic Network requires Selune's divine power, why can Shadowheart, the priest of Shar, meet the requirements?"

Linde asked back: "When you used the divine power I stole, couldn't you feel the sacred longing in it?"

Gale suddenly realized that the source of Shadow Heart's divine power had never been Shar, but Selune.

"Oh, this poor priest, will she go crazy if she learns the truth?"

"Believe her, our pastor has enough courage to bear all this." (End of Chapter)