Chapter 674 - The Druids (1/2)

Chapter 674 The Druids

Mystra was greatly relieved to learn why the Goddess of Light had landed on Earth.

Everything was fine as long as it was about religious war, suppressing other sects, and increasing the number of her believers.

Then, Mystra thought for a moment and asked, “Have you modified any new spells recently? Sacrifice them to me. I’m so bored.”

“I have 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 the gods and goddesses live?”

“Theoretically, they live infinitely.” Mystra looked at Roland weirdly and continued, “However, according to my investigation in the past hundreds of years, none of them have ever lived more than five thousand years.”

“Why is that?” Roland was rather curious.

Mystra heaved a sigh. “Because their lives are boring.” “Boring?”

Mystra nodded. “The paradises are very boring. As the territories of the gods and goddesses, there are no secrets or surprises in those places. They know everything that happens there.”

“But aren’t there a lot of souls of believers in the paradises?” Roland thought for a moment and asked, “Isn’t it great to chat and spend time with them?”

Mystra’s expression became even weirder. “Do you think the believers dare to speak freely in front of a goddess? In particular, because the divine power is too strong in the paradises, the believers cannot even look a goddess in her eyes. What do you think they can talk about under such circumstances?”

That was indeed a problem.

“But you can still watch all the joy and sorrow in the human world from high above like watching a drama. That shouldn’t be boring.”

Mystra shook her head again. “As the Goddess of Light said, there is nothing new under the sun! It will be enough if you watch the human world for several dozen years, because all the plots are the same except the different places, times, and names. The most outstanding reason is that we don’t have real friends, and we never have feelings for anything. So, all the lawful gods find our lives boring.”

Roland understood what she meant. “So, even though the gods and goddesses have infinite longevity, life is so boring that you all abandon it after five thousand years?”

“We only abandon our thinking,” Mystra explained. “Godhood never dies. It’s our physical form. We abandon our mind and leave godhood behind. After a while, a new mind and soul will be reborn inside our godhood.”

Roland was slightly surprised. “Shouldn’t that be a secret about godhood? Is it fine to tell it to a mortal like myself?”.

“You consider yourself a mortal?” Mystra put on a beautiful smile. “Can a mortal look a goddess in the eyes and resist her possession as a Master? You need more confidence in yourself.”

“Am I so good?” Roland was slightly surprised.

“As far as I know, nobody among the Golden Sons is capable of doing that except you and the Goddess of Light’s Saint Samurai.” Mystra supported her chin with her right hand and looked at Roland with great interest. “Why else do you think the Life Goddess would’ve done you a favor, invited you to her paradise, and chatted with you? It wasn’t like she could talk a believer of light into shifting to her side.”

So that was the case!

Roland stared at Mystra in the eyes. “Have you been doing that too?”

“Of course,” admitted Mystra frankly. “You have never declared your faith, so we all want to win you over.”

Faced with Mystra’s candidness, Roland fell into a brief silence.

He had always thought that he had certain specialties that the goddesses could make use of, and that was why they appreciated him so much.

Even the Nether God seemed to be interested in him.

Little did he know that they were only interested in him because he could look them in the eyes.

They didn’t mean any harm to him!

His vigilance against them so far was totally uncalled for.

He had always feared that they would entangle him at some point.

Finally, he could be more reassured now.

However, he wasn’t fully convinced by Mystra. He only believed ninety percent of what she said.

Seeing that Roland was silent, Mystra looked at him and asked enthusiastically, “So, do you want to really be my believer? I can give you what the Goddess of Light gives her Saint Samurai.”

Roland slightly shook his head. “I appreciate your kindness very much, goddess, but can I consider it for a while?”

“Be my guest.” Mystra smiled and then said, “Right, you’d better build a temple for me in Delpon and then deploy a couple of Mages there as clerics.” “Why?”

“I’m already working on the teleportation magic arrays.” Mystra combed her pink hair with her smooth right hand and played with it, which made her look rather cute. “You’ll probably be making money in a couple of months. If you don’t have my temple as a transfer station, you’ll have to claim your money from other cities. Wouldn’t that be a waste of time? Also, as the teleportation magic array is set up in more and more cities, you’ll get more money every month, so it’ll be safer if it’s delivered directly to your home.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Roland knew very well that if there was a magic temple in Delpon, the whole city would probably be under Mystra’s watch. However, considering the glittering gold coins that he was going to receive, it would be a small price to pay. Seeing that Roland was on board, Mystra smiled and waved her hand.

The space twisted and broke into pieces. Very soon, Roland returned to Alfred’s study in the Association of Mages.

Andonara was standing next to him. She was greatly relieved to see him back to himself.

Curiosity beamed from Alfred’s eyes. “It was a goddess who pulled your soul away… Based on the waves, was it Mystra?”

Roland nodded.

Seeing that Roland admitted it, Alfred frowned. “Roland, you must not become Mystra’s believer, or she’ll possess all the knowledge in your head.”

“I understand.” Roland understood Alfred’s concerns.

All the Legendary Mages in the main plane considered it their goal to catch up with Mystra and become new gods and goddesses.

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Mystra had been their motivation. They believed that if Mystra, a woman, could achieve that, so could they.

Even if they couldn’t, some other Mages and human beings could do the same.

Roland was a promising future god in Alfred’s eyes. He had vaguely realized that it was impossible for him to become a god, but it would still be great if he could raise a disciple who became a

god!

However, Roland had already been “discovered” by Mystra, which made him worry.

Had Mystra, a thousand-year-old spinster, developed an interest in his student?

That was a pretty pickle.

He had to figure out a way to make Roland hate Mystra.