482 A Jolly Atmosphere (2/2)

”Yes.” Mystra's figure descended from the air, her blue illusory hands made up purely of mental power clasped together as if to hold Roland up. ”As long as you become my believer, I can use the knowledge you've learned. I can sense that the spell models you've offered come from a fairly well-developed system of knowledge. I want it.”

Roland looked at the hands that were coming together on his left and right, and he instinctively stepped back.

It was this movement that caused the Goddess of Magic's hands that were about to come together to stop.

After two seconds, the illusory blue hands slowly withdrew.

”You don't want a long lifespan? And when my life force is restored later, I can convert the divine life force to you again, so theoretically your life can be as long as mine.”

The goddess's voice seemed a little stricken and muffled.

Roland still shook his head. ”Before that, I would like to ask if I can still invent and create magic after receiving your divine power, and if I will be limited by the natural laws as you are.”

The blue female shadow remained motionless for a while before she said grudgingly, ”You guessed it: once you accept my divine life force, you are theoretically part of me or my child, so of course you will be subject to the same restrictions as me.”

”Then pardon me for refusing.”

Roland, without hesitation, took a few more steps back.

”Alas…” Mystra sighed deeply. ”It's rare that someone with such an interesting system of knowledge and who also understands magic comes along. But that's fine; as long as you continue to study magic, you'll know more and more. Hundreds of years from now, when you grow old and become afraid of death, will you still refuse my deal?”

”We'll talk then.”

”But an old soul is one I'm not interested in.”

Mystra's voice gradually faded, and the blue female shadow disappeared.

A large purple gemstone was added to the ritual table.

Roland looked over and saw that it was a magical material.

Item: A flawless amethyst.

Effect: +20% effect of defensive spells and 10% consumption reduction when carried around. Can also be used as a special magic material, and act as an advanced catalyst in the enchanting process.

Roland put the amethyst into his Backpack.

It was similar to the gems he got from the water-making spell.

These gemstones were very rare in the main plane.

Even though it could be used to create magical equipment, it could also be used as a material—it was of high value.

Roland didn't feel as though he lost out.

Then Roland turned around and saw that the part-time cleric was still kneeling on the ground.

The expression on his face was quite excited, mumbling to himself with his eyes closed as if he hadn't recovered from the euphoric emotions of seeing a god.

Roland ignored him and turned around to leave the church, and as a result, as soon as he went out, he saw a huge blue firebird with a clear cry swoop down from the sky and landed on the ground, transforming into Andonara, who was carrying a long sword.

When she saw Roland, she rushed over and threw herself into Roland's arms, her body trembling incessantly.

”That just scared me.” Andonara took a long time lying in Roland's arms before she calmed down. ”I thought the Goddess of Magic was going to take you away.”

In the beginning, Andonara didn't feel much about the arrival of the Goddess of Magic.

She was a Warrior, a Great Swordsman, so even if Mystra descended, it wouldn't draw her interest or even inspire her to go over for a glance.

But after a while, she suddenly remembered that Roland was going in that direction.

And Roland had told her something about the spirit of the Goddess of Magic descending when he offered the oil-making spell.

And now the Goddess of Magic had appeared again.

A woman's instincts told her that something was wrong.

She got up abruptly, first in emotional panic, and then in anger. She charged over with her sword.

No one could take her Roland, not even gods.

Fortunately, Roland didn't leave.

After comforting Andonara for a while, Roland took her cold hands and left.

Then a few of Alfred's men rushed over and burst into the Church of Magic. And when they saw the part-time cleric, who had just risen to his feet and was still looking very excited, they immediately jumped at him.

In less than three seconds, four big men had the young cleric pinned to the ground.

To keep the interim cleric from resisting, a strong man in a blue short-sleeved shirt also pressed heavily against the interim cleric's neck with his knee.

”I… can't breathe…!” The interim cleric managed to shout with great difficulty.

This was a standard action for capturing spellcasters alive, and by jamming their necks, they couldn't chant to cast spells and their combat strength would be reduced by at least 90%.

”Shut up, now you must remain silent and come with us,” shouted the sturdy man in blue coldly.

This interim cleric nodded his head with difficulty.

Because his face was pressed against the ground, this action scraped off a layer of his cheek.

He was then dragged up by four large men and carried straight into the backyard of the church.

After about half an hour, the sturdy men left.

The interim cleric gasped for air and emerged from the backyard in tears.

In the Council of Elders, Alfred was silent for a moment as he looked at the information that had just been delivered.

Then he put the information on the table and said to the other elders who were waiting quietly, ”The matter's clear, it was Roland. He has invented a new kind of spell and offered it to the Goddess of Magic. There was also a cleric present, but unfortunately, the Goddess of Magic blocked the senses of the others, and this interim cleric only knows that Roland and the Goddess of Magic had a conversation, but he doesn't know what they talked about.”

Murphy continued, ”Mystra, she's very low-key, doesn't like to appear in front of people, and it's already a great honor for her to descend with her spirit to see what's going on. But she spoke to Roland for several minutes; I think it's the first time she's done this since she became a goddess. What exactly is it about Roland that she values? His powerful ability to invent spells?”

Freud smiled and said, ”That's impossible. Even if Roland is smart, he's not a Master, and the spell he invented, no matter how strong, is bound to have a limit. Compared to Sword of Mystra and Mystra's Mansion, it's not even close. Besides, Mystra also invented many low-level spells back then. For example, Protection From Arrows, Anti-Seduction, and so on. She's much more talented than Roland. She wouldn't come and chat with Roland just because he invented a spell.”

”Then what else could it be?” Murphy shrugged and laughed. ”Could it be an old virgin coming to nibble on a little boy?”

”Hahahaha!”

There was a peal of boisterous laughter in the Council of Elders.

The fact that Mystra was still a virgin was the eternal laughing stock of the magical world.