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"what is this?"

"It is made with the divine power extracted from the artifact left by Sune, the goddess of love, in the main material world—the love potion."

Kallen's face moved slightly, and she stared at the box in the hands of the demigod lich in surprise.

Then, a golden chain reached over and pulled the wooden box away from Sazastan, and it fell into Kallen's hands, and she opened it impatiently.

Inside the box, on velvet fabric, was a thumb-sized glass bottle filled with a pink liquid.

After taking the bottle to the front of his eyes and measuring it, Karen squinted his eyes, and then waved his hand, the chains that originally trapped Sazastan were loosened, and shrunk back into the ripples.

"It seems that you are still satisfied with the 'gift' that I have - Your Highness Karen." After untying, Sazastan asked plainly.

"...Do you think you can bribe me with this?" Karen weighed the bottle in her hand, raised her head, and said arrogantly. "make a deal!"

"Hehehe, as long as you are satisfied." Sazastan let out a piercing laugh, and then said. "I can assure you that it won't cause you much trouble—and, I can even more assure that the love potion made with Sune's divine power can't be stopped even by gods."

"It's best." Kallen stuffed the bottle into his pocket, turned around and sat back on the chair, and then issued an order to expel the demigod lich. "you can go now."

"Then, I will take my leave. May you capture your target, and may you defeat your 'opponent' on the 'battlefield', Your Highness."

After finishing speaking, Sazastan's figure instantly dimmed. Almost in the blink of an eye, this demigod lich who visited late at night disappeared out of thin air.

"Heh heh heh heh heh heh, bitch, you didn't think of that, did you?"

After the red-robed chief left, Kallen showed a bright smile on his face.

"Playing with me? You, a village girl who ran out of nowhere in the countryside, also want to fight with me?"

After talking about a certain 'enemy', Karen calmed down again and did not leave the office. She was still sitting on the chair, waiting for something.

Then, another half hour passed.

The familiar silver portal opened again in the center of the office.

But this time, what appeared was not the figure of a demigod lich, but a thin old man.

"Your Majesty, Xia Duo salutes you." The old man bowed to Kallen as soon as he stepped out of the portal.

"I remember you, Xia Duo, at night, the former Lord of the City of Shadows, how come you have time to throw yourself into the trap?"

"No, Your Majesty." The old man named Xia Duo said neither humble nor overbearing. "I and another Netheril widow i want to make a deal with you."

"Deal?" Caroline asked. "Are you qualified for this?"

"It is said that your Majesty has a little emotional problem..."

"and then?"

"..."

"make a deal."

Chapter 283 Villains with their own thoughts

There is no shortage of smart people in this world.

In fact, there are more smart people and fewer idiots, not the other way around.

But the problem is, it is because smart people tend to think too much, always stand on their own standpoint, and always for their own current interests, seldom able to advance and retreat freely. Insufficient fools.

Therefore, on some issues, truly smart people will relentlessly lose their current interests for the sake of long-term planning.

Are the red-robed mages smart people?

Of course, in the past era when the gods were fighting with each other, they were able to establish a Torre kingdom from both sides, and pulled several gods from the evil camp into Torre's chariot, influencing the situation of human society for a long time.

It can be seen from this point that this is a group of smart people.

Don't these smart people see the overwhelming advantage of the Federation over them and the huge potential of the Industrial Revolution?

You see, these red-robed chiefs clearly understood the changes of the times a long time ago.

The problem is that they have no chance to be good!

A group of terrorists want to be good, it is so difficult that there is nothing in the sky, and the federation system has a great advantage in cultivating legendary professionals, batch after batch of legends, let the federation in terms of individual high-end combat power, never None were missing.

So if you want to be recruited, you can, but it doesn't mean that you must be forced to a dead end.Besides, compared to cults and druids, who are good at killing mistakes and never letting them go, the red-robed mage's behavior is just a little bit extreme. In essence, it's just a hazard of the underworld level.

It's not like there are big drug lords in Mexico, and the government is still afraid of a group of gangsters?

But the question is, what do you red robes want to use to clear yourself up?

As the perennial residents on the arrest warrant, the red-robed mages who often make troubles have not much better reputations, and they are slightly worse than the cultists from all walks of life.

If you want to whitewash yourself, the only way out is to show your own value, and this value must be high enough to make the Federation ignore your harm and your past criminal record.

This is not easy.

But this is nothing to the red-robed chiefs, they have plenty of value.

Then there is still the most important link-voting certificate.

Teammates are for sale, which is also one of the fine traditions of the red-robed mages.

In the past Torre Kingdom period, the red-robed chiefs were keen on political infighting, so much so that it affected the horse boys below, and then led to Torre crushing Waterdeep City in terms of overall strength, and the number of legends was about the same as that of Waterdeep City Where to go.

But they are used to selling their teammates, especially when Xinbu launched a charge, the first reaction of the red-robed chiefs was not to use spells to fight back, but to raise their vigilance to their teammates, and then turned around and ran away, achieving the opponent in vain legendary name.

So you see, the reason why these villains can't achieve great things is entirely because they are keen and used to selling their teammates.

The same is true this time.

After the red-robed chiefs unified their opinions, they naturally started the conspiracy and tricks they were good at. In order to whitewash themselves, they did not hesitate to pay a high price to deceive others.

And thanks to their notoriety, no one suspects their purpose yet.

This is the essence of selling teammates.

"Sarzastan, what's the situation?"

After returning to the secret stronghold through the teleportation spell, Sazastan ushered in questioning from other chiefs.

"Heh heh heh heh, there's no problem at all." The demigod lich let out a triumphant laugh. "I thought I would bleed profusely, but I didn't expect that a bottle of divine love potion would solve all the obstacles. Tymora is on top, and the dead goddess of luck is finally reliable once."

"Then, Plan B can be launched."

"Of course, find a good time, and then inform our 'friends', His Highness will give you a suitable time." Sazastan said. "But unfortunately, our apprentices may not be so lucky."

"Hmph, isn't it our ancient tradition to waste the lives of apprentices anyway?" a chief sneered. "Anyway, it's a betrayal. We can betray those 'friends', let alone apprentices."

In the past tradition, the red-robed mages never treated their apprentices as human beings. It would be strange if every apprentice was not squeezed out by the teacher, and the unlucky ones would become the objects or even materials of experiments. It can be said that there is no human rights at all. .

Conversely, it is also one of the traditions for apprentices to find a way to get up and then stab their teacher.

At least the chief system of the red robes seems to be the students who stabbed the teacher to death.

So now, these chiefs who have experienced this kind of experience have no psychological pressure at all to sell their apprentices and mages, on the contrary they are very happy.

"Okay, let's stop here," Sarzastan said. "Ladies and gentlemen, don't forget that we will soon be washed ashore. Some bad habits can be changed as soon as possible. From now on, Red Robe Torre will become a part of history."

"We created this system ourselves, so it is up to us to end it with our own hands."

"As for the other 'friends', and those 'old friends' who are planning, I can only say sorry."

……

the other side.

In a certain hidden place, the light of the teleportation spell flashed, and Xia Duo's figure appeared here out of thin air.

"Xia Duo, how's the situation?" In the shadows, a huge fat body stood up, staring at him who had returned and asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty has agreed to our proposal." A smile appeared on Xia Duo's old and tired face. "But we are asked not to make too much trouble in her territory."

"It doesn't matter, that's all."

Fatty Ao stepped out of the shadows, wearing the cloak of the great arcanist, and leaning on the scepter representing the identity of Netheril. Every movement of this lich is filled with cold negative energy.

"We can move the battlefield to the star realm. Anyway, only there is the chance to completely bury Kelben and his master."

Between the words, the former great arcanist exuded a strong resentment.

"Since Mysera likes to die again and again, let him and his face stay together forever."

"But it's not easy!" Xia Duo whispered. "Kyle himself has a silver fire, if he is really allowed to fully call back Mythra's will, it will be a disaster for us."

"That's why we need those red-robed Torres!" Fatty Ao sneered. "They also pay attention to other things, thinking we can't see it? But forget it, at least I can be sure that those red robes are consistent with us in their attitude towards Kelben and Mythra."

……

At the same time, in a certain city, Kelben, who was unaware of the attacking conspiracy, was wearing a black cloak, wandering the deserted streets like a ghost.

Since everyone is a legend, they are so familiar with each other that they can no longer be familiar with each other, so before doing something, they all tried their best to cover up the traces, so that even the black staff with Mythra's fire on their body would not be ashamed of it. I don't know.

He would not naively think that the plan initiated by the red-robed chiefs was really to welcome the return of the silent gods in the astral world.

I don't believe that any of the other collaborators are sincere.

But in his understanding, the enemy of the enemy is a friend. After being hostile and even hunted down by the Federation for so many years, Kelben has long been deeply aware of the irreconcilable conflict between the two sides.

With too much blood on your hands, compromise is already an unimaginable thing.

Looking at the silent city, walking on the clean road, Kelben fell into deep thought for a moment.

For this era, people like him are redundant, not only him, but also the gods.As for the development of the Federation, he saw the present from the beginning, and even he couldn't deny that this was the most glorious era in human history.

Human beings, without relying on the blessing of the gods, have developed to the present through their own efforts. The two weapons of ideological enlightenment and the industrial revolution violently smashed the shackles that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, allowing the Federation to sweep away all obstacles.

But Kelben still thinks this is the wrong time.

He agrees with the material basis of this era, the explosive growth of the population, enough to shut up any political rhetoric.

But he denies the spirit of quick success and instant benefit in this era.

Especially on the issue of massacring alien races, Kelben's thinking runs counter to the Federation.

He never thought that kind-hearted races like elves and dwarves would be hostile. Humans are just a part of this world, but never its master.

In the past, he had many friends from different races, elves, dwarves and even metal dragons. In his opinion, these are races that are friendly to humans and should not be reduced to the butcher's knife.Instead, we should understand each other, make progress together, and create a better world together.

It's a pity that the Federation doesn't think so.

The birth of the hunter industry has been massacring aliens from the very beginning.

And this is also the main reason why Kelben opposed the Federation. He had too many friends, and it was during this process that there were not even bones left.

"The spirit of this age is wrong." Kelben whispered to himself while walking alone on the street. "Race vendetta will only bring destruction. Human beings should not exclude other races, but accept them."

"Elves and dwarves have a long history of communication with humans. They should not be enemies, but friends."

"I am satisfied materially, but spiritually, human beings in this era are all chasing interests, wealth, status and power. You can't see how many victims have been planted in this era."

"All of this must be corrected."

In Kelben's view, this era should be that after people have met their material needs, they should not continue to desire more interests that do not belong to them.

Just like the elves whose civilization was more developed than human beings in the past, after satisfying the material consumption, they put their energy on the spiritual culture of art and music, so as to achieve the double abundance of material and spirit, instead of single pursuit of material wealth.

This is something that even the followers of Vol'jin would not do.

Of course, Wojin was so useless that he was caught by the devil as R/B/Q, and in other worlds, the other Manny who represented wealth had never failed.

However, Kelben, whose vision is limited by this, cannot see so far.

After reminiscing about the past and talking to himself like hypnosis, this legendary mage who has lived for a long time once again strengthened his belief.

"My lord, in this era that has lost the blessing of the gods, human beings have become as terrifying as the devils in Bator Hell."

"My lord, this era needs the glory of the gods, and the gods need to stop this crazy era."

"My lord, I will do everything possible to bring you back and raise your throne to the sky again."

"My lord, I will correct this anachronism and bring an end to racial vendetta."

After a while of self-hypnosis, Kelben's figure quickly disappeared in the light of a teleportation spell.

No one knows that a premeditated plan will start soon.

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Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, Charlotte had already been in St. Freya College for two months.Soon, he will be able to end this 'employment' and leave with a full set of golden dragons.

Although, in the past two months, Karen hinted to him more than once that she wanted him to stay longer.

But Charlotte still refused.