Chapter 719 - The Goddess of Magic is Also a Great Woman of Letters (2/2)
But this was also quite normal, as the vast majority of gods were just characteristic embodiments of aggregated human consciousness.
The strengths and weaknesses of humans were also the strengths and weaknesses of gods.
“Okay.” Roland shrugged helplessly.
He knew very well that if he didn’t agree, the Life Goddess would have more words of wisdom to say.
Besides, he could also see that the Life Goddess was indeed trying to find a way to help him.
“Then go ahead and head down, I look forward to the day you become a Demigod.”
After the Life Goddess finished speaking, she waved her hand at Roland in farewell.
The scenery around him then changed rapidly as his soul returned to his body.
He didn’t know how much time had passed.
It was because the time in the Realm of Gods and the main realm was not quite synchronized.
He was about to open the system interface to check the game time when a green light in the air smashed down and made a large crater a dozen meters away from him.
The strong wind carried a lot of dust and formed a small sonic boom.
When the dust and smoke had almost disappeared, Roland looked over and found Nia at the bottom of the pit, posing in a Terminator crouch.
He laughed. “How long are you going to pose there?”
“My feet are so numb, I can’t move,” Nia, dressed in a long white cloth, said helplessly with a scrunched-up look. “Come and help
me.”
Roland snapped his fingers, and two Hands of Magic floated over, each grabbing one of Nia’s arms and hoisting her up and onto the ground.
He looked at Nia’s back curiously. “Where are your wings?” “To keep the rules of the main plane from affecting me, the goddess sealed them up temporarily,” Nia said glumly. “I can’t use half my strength, so when I fell from the divine realm, the slowing effect wasn’t done too well.”
“Even so, there aren’t many people on the main plane who can beat you.”
In Roland’s system interface, after the long health bar on Nia’s head, there were still two skulls representing the danger level.
If her wings were not sealed, he reckoned that there could be four or five.
But Andonara could probably defeat Nia in her current state.
While Roland was thinking this, the air twisted.
“Again?”
Roland muttered, thinking that the Life Goddess had forgotten to mention something, but after the space finished warping two seconds later, Roland found himself standing on a blue and white spiral-patterned floating platform.
It was surrounded by countless white towers.
It was the Divine Realm of Magic.
As Roland was thinking this, a person suddenly rushed in front of him, pulling at Roland’s lapel directly. Her whole body came up against Roland’s.
“Give me the model, give me the model.”
It was the Goddess of Magic.
Her face was less than ten centimeters away from Roland’s.
A warm, soft, sweet scent drifted over him as she spoke.
Roland could see her face, smooth as could be, with no pores and no blemishes.
It was elastic like the whites of a boiled egg.
It was also anti-slip as the finest, polished jade, and gave off a faint shimmer. Roland gently patted the goddess’s hand, signaling for her to let go of him. Only then did the Goddess of Magic come to her senses, and she reluctantly took two steps back and said, “Can you give me the spell you just cast?”
Roland shook his head.
“I can give you anything you want,” said Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, “as long as it doesn’t cross my bottom line.”
It seemed that the Goddess of Magic wasn’t really crazy.
She still knew to set a bottom line.
Roland shook his head and said, “Sorry, all other spells are fine, but not this spell.”
“Why?” Mystra took two steps back, her hand over her heart as if she were hurt. “Aren’t we allies, aren’t we friends?”
Roland laughed: “Did Melf make his god-slaying spell, Minute Meteors, public?” “Oh, no.”
Roland asked again, “Mordenkainen’s floating city, do you guys understand it?”
The goddess of magic shrugged helplessly, the frenzied expression fading from her face.
“I knew you would conceal it because I would have done the same in your place,” Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, said with resignation. “But can’t you make an exception?”
Roland waved his hands.
“I’ll trade you the Sword of Wisdom, how about it?” The Goddess of Magic pointed to the longsword floating by her side.
The Sword of Mystra was intelligent, and as soon as it heard this, it flew away with a whoosh and disappeared in a flash.
Roland almost laughed aloud. Mystra felt quite gloomy as she waved her hand and a round table appeared between the two of them. Seething, she sat down and poured herself a glass of pale white fruit wine from the jug and cup created by magic. Downing it in one gulp, she then looked at Roland and said, “Well, forget it if you don’t want to make a deal with me. But there is one thing you have to help me out with.”
Roland nodded. “Please speak. I’ll do it as long as I can help.” “Since you can use this kind of spell now, I’m sure there aren’t many people in the main plane who can rival you,” Mystra said. “Before I became a god, I had a very troublesome enemy. We were both Demigods at the time, but I beat him into slumber when he fought over the Divine Spark with me, and now he’s probably about to wake. If I let him recover from his injuries, he’ll specifically strike at my churches, eliminating them one by one, and without clerics, it would definitely put a big dent in my small amount of power of faith, and it would even affect my position as one of the main gods in the Realm of Gods.”
“A Demigod… I’m no match for him.”
“His injury is very serious—it’s in the soul. For Mages, the soul is directly linked to the spirit, so a weak soul is a weak spirit. His strength will be at best a Master’s after a year or two awake,” the Goddess of Magic explained. “Even if his mastery of the soul is high, within only five or six years, it will be difficult to make up for the missing part of himself. After all, the soul is different from the physical body, which can be cured instantly with Healing.”
At this moment, an epic quest prompt appeared in Roland’s system interface.
Roland looked at it and found that it did say that it was to help the Goddess of Magic destroy past enemies.
“How about it? Are you willing to do it?”
Roland nodded gently. “I’m suddenly reminded of a certain great literary scholar back home who spoke of a sort of bargaining theory.”
“What is it?”
“That great man of letters said that people love to play the devil’s advocate, but paradoxically have a compromising spirit. If you want to open a window in the house, but many people disagree and the plan will most likely fail, if you tell them directly that you’re going to break the roof to ventilate the house, they’ll back off to the second-best option and let you open a window.”
The Goddess of Magic’s expression was sheepish for a moment.
Because Roland had nailed it on the head.