Crown of Chaos

PS: Yesterday I fell asleep on the table in the middle of typing. I slept like this until the next morning, which resulted in me not writing the second update.

PS2: There should be another update today (actually it was from yesterday).

Whether it is Eboud or Shaflock, they still need time to think.

Shaflock has suffered heavy losses since his debut. He was already a little disheartened at this time. Different from the original storyline, Shaflock has not tasted a single success, but has already tasted the divine influence of Baal. There will be negative effects and consequences, so when Aaron proposed the exchange conditions, Shaflock was a little moved, but he just hadn't thought about it yet.

As for Eboud…

"It's hard for me to imagine that a son of Baal would be so obsessed with beauty."

After coming out of prison, Nestia pulled back the silver hair around her ears. The dark elf sister's moving black silk boots and long legs swayed back and forth like two jade pillars. The hem of her black coat Shaking it slightly, the dark elf sister's cold and charming face was half-smiling. She held Aaron's arm tightly and thought thoughtfully: "I have seen Jaheira, that half-elf druid wife, indeed. She is a beauty, but you can’t say how stunning she is. I don’t understand why a son of Baal doesn’t think about killing or having sex, but all he can think about is his wife.”

"It's evil thoughts." Aaron grabbed Nastia, and the two of them escaped from the dark and damp dungeon. On the way out, Aaron gave the Heim guards some money and asked them to improve their food and living conditions. He had to be a little better, while discussing this matter with Nastia: "It's an evil thought from Baal."

"No, Baal's tainted blood will only make his descendants murderous and vicious. How could Ebud become like this?" Nastia was a little funny: "He is not the Son of Suni or the Son of Sehani. "

"Ha... I have to thank Mr. Gloria for this." Aaron and Nestia described their opinions.

Eboud is not murderous, largely because of Gillian's good education. The old Harper and the old mage spent more than ten years plus his own death to put a lock on Eboud. His existence made the Son of Baal Will subconsciously avoid killing, which makes it difficult for Barr's evil thoughts to influence Eboud through this aspect.

If Shaflock was frustrated because he became a "failure expert" and caused Baal's evil thoughts to be suppressed, then Eboud was suppressed because of Gillian.

However, the evil thoughts did not disappear, they would only show up in another way, that is, the obsession with Jaheira.

"So, you proposed a deal...you are so kind, geez~" Nastia said with a sweet smile: "Actually, you don't have to pay anything at all, you will get Baal's divinity, but are you sure you can Harness this power?”

"Of course, have you ever heard of a saying? Mystery will lose its meaning in the face of higher-level mysteries." Aaron took Nastia out of the Church of Helm.

Khorne and Baal are both gods in the field of killing, but when it comes to their understanding of killing, Khorne is nowhere higher than Baal.

Khorne's killing is for blood and glory, for climbing the long ladder covered with skulls to ascend to the gods. It is the original mode of survival of the strong and natural selection.

Kane kills for blood and art, seeking to discover the ultimate art in the act of killing.

Then Barr's killing is just killing, and Barr's killing is a pastime and a duty.

The history of the kingdom has proved that the same field will be divided due to the different understanding of gods. There is no doubt that Khorne’s understanding of killing is five levels higher than Baal’s. In this case, Baal’s evil thoughts cannot affect Aaron. Make an impact.

But Aaron still needs the divinity of Baal to allow himself to intervene in the field of "killing". This is a very important step in the localization of his priesthood, so he proposed a deal, so he needs the cooperation of the sons of Baal to take out the divinity. Giving them the seeds of chaos is both a compensation and an exchange.

"This is why I want to save Watkin." Aaron held Nastia's little hand. It was hard to imagine that his hands were covered in blood and killing. He was called the "Shadow Master" by the Eye of Judgment and had caused numerous murders. Nastia's hands are very soft. Compared to the priestess or the princess, Nastia's hands can be described as weak and boneless.

"Is it because of the deal?" Nastia thought thoughtfully, leaning against Aaron in the snow-covered streets, feeling the prosperity of Astkara and the flying goose feather snowflakes in winter, Nastia I always find this moment so wonderful.

She never imagined she would have a day like this.

"Slaanesh once told me when he came, what is chaos?" Aaron smiled and nodded: "If there is a wish, there will be a response. This is chaos."

"In response to the wishes of the believers, this priesthood is also necessary for Chaos. The wish covers two priesthoods, one is the dream." Aaron gestured: "There is no priesthood of dreams among the human gods. It can be attributed to Buyer, and also It can be attributed to Su Lun, but for the transaction of wishes in another area, Ms. Fortune needs to be willing to let me get involved."

"In this case, Watkin has no choice but to agree." Nestia nodded repeatedly, and the dark elf sister's eyes flashed with little stars: "Suellen, Shar, now add Watkin, you are already bigger To engage in trade routes, if we are a hero and save the beauty again this time, and if we match it with my charismatic charm, I will be a goddess killer, my stinky brother~"

"Let's rescue Watkin first and then talk about it." Aaron shook his head with a wry smile: "Don't open the champagne at halftime, otherwise the "World and Kingdom" program will have to take stock of us frequently in the future."

"I want to go too!" Nestia's eyes gradually became sharp: "If you die, the meaning of my life, Nestia Salian, will no longer exist."

"Wherever I go, my sister Nestia is indispensable!" Aaron hugged the waist of the dark elf sister: "Let's go and see what happened to the mithril noble Ferdinand."

The place where the mithril nobleman Ferdinand lived was located in the Gem District of the City of Gold Coins. It was heavily guarded and guarded by masked mages, but Ferdinand was killed at home.

It is worth mentioning that Ferdinand’s death occurred at the same time as Eboud and Shaflock went crazy. Therefore, it is no wonder that the Church of Heim connected the two events, although the confessions of Eboud and Shaflock were not consistent. There is no evidence that they were responsible, but they are inevitably involved.

Afterwards, the investigation by the guards of Helm showed that Ferdinand died due to Baal's killing power, and the Holy Emblem of Baal on the ground also illustrates this.

Aaron arrived at the scene and only took a few glances before sneering.

"No need to look any further, I know who did it." Count Salian put his arm around Duchess Bode's waist and motioned for us to go downstairs.

"Who is it?" Nestia was still a little stunned.

"It's Leonard." Aaron turned his attention to the Burning Heart Knights in the City of Gold Coins. The corners of his mouth raised and his eyes were playful: "This guy is in Astkara. Others can't recognize him. As a junior, Don’t you recognize me yet?”

"It was he who killed Ferdinand while Eboud and Shaflock were going crazy, and if what I expected is correct..." Aaron paused suddenly at this point: "Okay, let's go to the trial now. Your Excellency Eye reports.”

"Are you going to report to the Eye of Judgment that Leonard did this?" Nastia showed a puzzled expression when she heard this.

After being redeemed, the dark elf sister fixed her camp in the mixed camp. To her, no rules, morals, or laws were worth mentioning. The only one she cared about was Aaron.

"No." Aaron smiled meaningfully: "We reported that Cyric's men did it."

"As the God of the Three Crowns of Death, a mad god with the priesthood of Baal, doesn't it make sense that he did it?" A drop of thick gray divinity emerged from Aaron's fingertips: "Even if he didn't do it, I It also makes it look like He did it.”

"From today on, all bad things are done by Cyric!"

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At the same time, Astkara, the city of gold coins, the golden spiers, the center of the national faith of Wojin, the goddess of wealth.

The Golden Spire is more like a completely independent town than a building. It stands impressively on the harbor of the City of Gold Coins, and its golden dome that is so splendid that it is almost vulgar illuminates all the nearby areas.

Recently, the Woking priests gathered together under the call of the Holy Coin Lady and the six gold ladies to hold a gold conference.

The Golden Conference had a total of more than 1,000 representatives, more than 150 senior Waking priests, and 6+1 highest-level bishops. The meeting was to discuss the missing Ms. Fortune.

Perhaps it was because he had seen too much of the world, or perhaps he had personally experienced the prosperity of the main city of Greyhawk and had been to Sigil City. The bald singer Morgan was not as shocked by the spectacle of the golden spire as the bureaucrats who led the way had hoped. , the bald singer was just thinking about the changes in the golden spire between the last time he came and this time.

After the disappearance of Woking, the influence of the Golden Spire has weakened, but there are still 12 large merchant families at the multiverse level providing huge sponsorship to the Church of Woking, and the Lady of Holy Coin still has dozens of trade routes starting from the south of the Sword Coast. It has the authority to tell the truth.

Morgan's visit was flatly rejected by the waiter because a gold conference was being held inside and Ms. Holy Coin did not have time.

The bald singer smiled and took out a blood-stained gold coin of a god from his arms and asked the acolyte to send it in. Then he began to enjoy the time waiting in the reception room.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, Ms. Holy Coin immediately announced the temporary adjournment of the Gold Conference without any warning. Under the puzzled eyes of 1,000 representatives and 150 Waking priests, she hurriedly left.

The young and gentle acolyte rolled into the bald singer's reception room: "Ms. Holy Coin wants to see you, now!"

"lead the way!"

The young acolyte guided the bald singer into a spacious office rather than being escorted into the halls of the temple.

A huge map of Faerûn covered an entire wall, with red and black lines delineating roads and trade routes throughout the map.

Interestingly, several black lines leave the port of Astkara and disappear into the western edge of the map, disappearing far into the Sword Coast ocean.

The route to the New World... Morgan glanced at the map, then saluted the big man sitting behind the table covered with scrolls and invoices: "How are you, dear Orem?"

"Morgan!!!"

Ms. "Holy Coin" Orem was wearing a golden long-sleeved silk shirt. The satin cloth on the table was rare among Waking priests and was tasteful and stylish, rather than just a money culture.

Ms. Orem was very old, and her gray hair was severely bald. Her thin Mediterranean hair was tied into two braids. When she saw the visitor, the pudgy old lady took off her gold-rimmed glasses in disbelief: " Morgan! It's you! But...I heard that you are already dead?!"

"Yes, I am indeed dead." Morgan took off his top hat and revealed his bald head: "Bad news, I am dead, completely dead."

"Good news, I'm back from hell."

"With news of Watkin, and with his last hope, I come to the Golden Spire, dear Orem."

"This is a rescue from hell worth 100 million!"

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