Attribute restraint? Sorry, I am a full magician

In the Obsidian Kingdom, outside Huite City, Freya frowned as she looked at the city that had been destroyed beyond recognition by demons.

Because she noticed the aura of Vertus, especially among the demon corpses that had been jointly killed by the strong men of the Obsidian Kingdom, there was obviously the aura of being persuaded by Vertus.

"He really has a lot of time to spare."

Freya had already guessed that these demons that came to wreak havoc in Huite City must be controlled by Viertus.

She didn't know the reason behind it, but it still didn't stop her from feeling extremely bored by Vertus' behavior. In her opinion, this kind of behavior is no less than getting angry with ants on the roadside for Vertus.

"Why"

Freya sighed and walked through the messy Huite City with ease.

Normally, the Obsidian Kingdom would have been shaken. Because as the only barrier between the Obsidian Kingdom and the Star Vein Kingdom, the destruction of Hui Iron City means that the entire hinterland of the Obsidian Kingdom has been exposed to the iron hoof of the Star Vein Kingdom.

The most fortunate thing for the Obsidian Kingdom is that countries across the entire plane now know that there is a big problem in the extreme cold tundra of the Star Pulse Kingdom, and demons have invaded from the extreme cold tundra.

This also means that although Hui Tiecheng was attacked by a sudden demon, it would not be invaded by the Star Pulse Kingdom.

In the center of the Zircon Plain, in the central palace of Rock Core Castle, the royal capital of the Obsidian Kingdom, the king was spinning around in the hall.

He is Al Stone, the king of the Obsidian Kingdom.

Not far from him, stood the country's pope, Ivar Rosa.

"Your Highness, there is no need to panic. Freya, the witch of the Star Pulse Kingdom, must have caused the heavenly punishment, so that the devil will come to punish their country."

Ivar is a middle-aged man. The robes he wears are particularly luxurious. They are obviously magic props that cost a lot of money to build. However, as a pope, his level is a bit exaggerated.

"These demons must have come to Huitie City because of an accident. Otherwise, the army would have pressed into the territory long ago."

"But we have to be prepared, right? In case of a full-scale invasion."

This is the first time that Al has questioned Ivar since he ascended the throne, which makes Ivar's face look unhappy.

Ivar straightened his clothes and his tone became serious,

"Your Highness Al, do you not trust my judgment?"

Al was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly changed his tone,

"No, Pope Ivar, I'm just worried."

"I said, it must be Freya who caused the demons to come. As believers of the Goddess of Wisdom, we must be protected by the Goddess of Wisdom! It would be best if those demons died on our land this time Evidence!"

As Ivar explained, Al gradually relaxed. He felt that what the Pope said seemed to make sense, so he apologized again.

"Pope, I was too excited just now, please don't be angry."

Ivar was very impressed by Al's submissive attitude, nodded and told,

"We still need to renovate the temple this month, so that we can show our piety and revive the goddess of wisdom faster."

"Can!"

Al agreed without hesitation, and Ivar slowly raised three fingers.

"Thirty thousand mammon gold? This may be a bit difficult."

Al thought for a while and then spoke, wanting to reduce the budget a bit, but unexpectedly Ivar spoke directly,

"I want three hundred thousand!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, still mumbling,

"The Kingdom of Obsidian is going to die! This unclean belief really puts the goddess of wisdom to shame!"

Hearing this, Al quickly followed,

"Three hundred thousand, I'm going to prepare it right now. Your Highness the Pope, please give me some time. I will definitely be able to get enough mammon gold."

Ivar glanced at Al and spoke arrogantly,

"As soon as possible! I don't want the goddess of wisdom to be disappointed!"

So, he left quickly.

Ivar didn't notice that above the central palace, there was a very beautiful woman who could see everything that had just happened with cold eyes.

"No wonder."

She is Freya, the goddess of courage, the witch in Ivar's mouth. There is obvious regret in her cold expression.

"No wonder she can't wake up. It turns out that the faith has become corrupted. What happened while I was sleeping, Luen."

The Luen in Freya's mouth is the name of the goddess of wisdom, and also the name of her former friend.

Back in time a thousand years ago, another guest came to Maestra's hut.

"Lu En? Why are you here?"

The person speaking was Freya, who was also beside Mystra and seemed to be asking some questions.

"Hello, Goddess Mystra, I hope I haven't disturbed your conversation."

Luen, who came to Maestra, had long chestnut hair, and her slightly curly hair fluttered in the breeze, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Maestra was not surprised by Luen's arrival, as if she had expected it. After all, the third cup of tea had already been placed on the table.

After being signaled to take a seat, Luen nodded to Maestra, sat down gracefully, and asked,

"I heard that you have chosen your king and gone to the Kingdom of Estalia to seek the approval of Dragon God Bahamut?"

"Yeah, have you finally made up your mind?"

Freya spoke in surprise.

"Well, I want Claude to go south and meet Mars. After all, I am not strong in combat, so I need his support."

Maestra nodded,

"It's a good choice. I've seen Claude too. He's very good, but"

"Just what?"

Luen asked subconsciously. She obviously cared very much about Mystra's opinion.

"It's just that there seems to be something wrong with his wife?"

"You mean, that girl from the Rosa family?"

Maestra did not answer immediately, but just looked at Luen,

"Perhaps the Claude family can faithfully spread your faith, but I saw something not very good from the girl from the Rosa family."

Maestra said no more when she said this. To her, this was Lu En's special care.

"I understand, Your Majesty the Goddess of Magic, I will pay attention."

Luen spoke respectfully, but Mystra smiled slightly. She seemed to have made some judgment and sighed inwardly.

Of course, Freya didn't know what Maestra was thinking. She thought Luen would have a future as bright as hers.

"Cheers in advance to Claude's success!"

She raised her cup, feeling a little excited in a rare way, while Luen smiled shyly.

"I hope so. If possible, I hope our believers can have the same rapport as we do."

That day was the last time Luen and Freya met.

Luen didn't know, nor did Freya, only Mystra knew.

So she also raised the cup in a rare move, but not to celebrate, but to say goodbye.