Crown of Chaos

The conversation between the bald singer and Ms. Orem fully revealed a cruel fact.

Watkin is not missing, but trapped in a prison in the bottomless abyss.

What Morgan didn't tell Aaron and others was that he actually knew Ms. Orem - when a businessman's business reaches the level of the multiverse, he may come into contact with the gods of wealth in other heavens. Different heavens have different gods of wealth. God, the only difference is that in some heavens, the priestly functions such as wealth and trade may be managed by a powerful divine power, but they may also be exclusively managed by a medium divine power.

Both sides compared each other and described some details.

The bald singer's godly gold coin stained with Woking's blood was found by him in Azgrat. According to Morgan's investigation, Woking had all of his divine powers sealed by Six-Finger Graz'zt after being captured. She has now become like a No different from ordinary women, Graz'zt constantly tricked Woking into handing over his soul and godhead, so that his daughter could replace Woking as the God of Wealth.

Watkin tried to bribe the guards to escape from prison, but the fear of the pit lord soon replaced the desire for the promise of the goddess of wealth. After Graz'zt arrived, Watkin was imprisoned in Graz'zt's Silver Palace again. , suffered all kinds of humiliation and torture every day, and Morgan's blood-stained god gold coins were scattered during Woking's escape. The big devil spent a lot of money to buy them from a demon guard. This gold coin.

As for other news, Morgan himself is not sure.

His words were quickly confirmed by Ms. Holy Coin.

Ms. Orem sighed and motioned for Morgan to follow her.

"No matter what you were in life, you are already a devil now, Morgan. If it were me in the past, there is absolutely no way I would cooperate with a devil." After listening to Morgan's description, the old, bald Holy Coin lady sighed. She stood up and motioned for Morgan to follow her.

"The reason why I believe you is not only your words, but also Harana. She is my student. She has been troubled by dreams these days. These dreams prevent her from sleeping, and her health is deteriorating rapidly. There is no No remedy, magical or mundane, could bring her any relief, and we could find no cause for these dreams.”

Ms. Holy Coin took Morgan to a heavily guarded room in the Golden Spire Temple. On the way, Ms. Holy Coin described the chaotic dream scene in which the Woking Church spent a lot of money to restore the prophecy mages.

Rotten and burnt meat, smelly food and wine were placed on the table.

The screams of a tortured soul.

The sound of rapid breathing, the desperate escape and the distant sound of wind.

The trapped cries of the blonde woman and the twisted laughter not far away.

"These may be some fragments of confusion that Watkin, our Lady of Fortune, delivered when she escaped." Morgan followed the Lady of the Holy Coin with his hands behind his back. The bald singer was shocked at the investigative capabilities of the Watking Church.

He thought he would be a big step ahead of everyone after mastering the core information, but he didn't expect that he only knew more than the Waking Church.

Luckily I came early!

"After Halanna started having nightmares, I realized that this might not be an ordinary dream. After testing the magic and magic, I found that they were illusions, sacred illusions." Ms. Holy Coin Orem said tiredly : "My Lord's followers and I worked hard to find the source of the illusion. I specifically asked Ms. Li'erla about this. Ms. Li'erla told me through her pastor that this matter had nothing to do with Him, which made me sure The source of the illusion."

Ms. Orem led Morgan through a collection of golden spires worthy of a town, past a stable, several warehouses, and several office buildings. The golden spire center of the pyramid itself can be seen in the distance.

At first, Morgan thought the Lady of the Coin was trying to take him to the top of the pyramid, but she took Morgan to an adjacent building, the heavily guarded Mission Hospital.

Walking down the corridor to a separate room, Morgan saw at least one priest, one servant and several guards surrounding a curtained bed.

Faint rustling and whispering could be heard through the white silk curtains, as if a child had had an overactive dream or had burped after eating too much.

Ms. Holy Coin approached the bed and opened the curtains to signal Morgan to check the situation.

The sight before her eyes made Morgan feel very sick. The once lovely blonde beauty had turned into an abandoned relic. Her hair was disheveled and sweaty. Her eyes were sunken and her cheeks were sunken. Her lips were cracked and bleeding, as if they had been chewed. She was pale and thin. His body was soaked in his own sweat and trembling from countless muscle tremors.

"This is the breath of the abyss." Morgan suppressed his nausea: "The only things that can make the devil feel sick are the things in the abyss."

"Very good, then everything is right." Ms. Shengcoin had no doubts about everything: "Make a price, devil, you can come here, it means you must have a plan, then, make a price, in order to be able to save Our goddess, we would be willing to make a suitable offer for your actions.”

"Your goddess will fulfill my prayers for me. As for the wealth in the world, these things are worthless to me." The big devil said meaningfully: "However, there may be a problem that needs Wo Jin. Church’s help.”

Morgan told the Lady of the Holy Coin about Aaron's plan to strike hard at Cyric's forces in Amn.

"The Church of Woking has always adhered to the principle of neutrality." Ms. Holy Coin frowned deeply after hearing the bald singer's plan.

Morgan's proposal undoubtedly went beyond the code of conduct of the Waking Church, but... Orem looked at Halanna who was lying sick on the bed.

For our goddess, we must make an exception!

"Okay, what kind of help do you need from us?"

"We need your support. We want to hunt down the two high-ranking priests of the Dark Sun in Amn... We also need Wojin's influence in Amn. We want to make the Church of the Dark Sun an illegal church in Amn. As for the reasons and evidence of accusations, you don’t have to worry, you only need to cast one vote in favor of expelling the Dark Sun Church on the key six-member council.”

"Time is a bit tight." Ms. Shengcoin said this, raising her head proudly: "In such a short time, we can only call 12 legends. If we are given more time to prepare, we can gather 50 legends." Legend joins the hunt.”

12 legends can be summoned in one sentence. If you give Ms. Holy Coin more time, 50 legends will gather under the call of Ms. Holy Coin!

Ms. Holy Coin may have other shortcomings, but she has a lot of money!

The Waking Church relied on its earth-shattering accumulation of wealth and dozens of trade routes to become one of the most influential churches in the country.

The foundation of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth is so terrifying!

In the ward of Golden Spire, the abyss expedition was officially finalized.

Expedition codename - Woking!

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After the Abyss Expedition was finalized, the hotel where Aaron and others stayed was changed to the Silver Valley Manor owned by the Woking Church. The wealthy Ms. Holy Coin announced that she would reimburse all accommodation expenses for the expedition team.

In the afternoon, Samir returned to Silverdale Manor first. The Harper Alliance successfully contacted Jaheira. Unfortunately, Jaheira was immersed in the pain of losing her husband. She said that it was too late today and we would talk about it tomorrow. .

Immediately afterwards, Aaron and Nestia returned to Silverdale Manor, followed by Morgan. Viconia had something to do and would not be back until tomorrow morning.

In this way, when Aaron, Morgan, Samir, Anomin and Nestia sat together at night, they suddenly found that there seemed to be nothing to do at night.

The lobby of Silverdale Manor is still decorated with splendor and splendor as is the custom of all Woking churches - it can also be called vulgar. A large number of decorations and emblems with a strong sense of wealth fill every corner of the lobby. From the gold hanging paintings on the wall, to the "Wokin's Hand" in front of the fireplace, from the gold-inlaid table made of cherry wood, to the floor inlaid with various marbles, malachite, azurite, spotted stone, and jasper, Furniture decorated with gold and copper plating, and walls decorated with sculptures, murals and embroidered curtains of various textures.

Either gold, red, or white.

"It's too bright!" As soon as she walked in from outside, Nestia complained and covered her eyes: "Doesn't our Holy Coin lady know the word light pollution? If the male drow from Menzoberranzan entered this room, your skin will blister immediately!”

"Then you may have to learn to get used to this in the future." Aaron took Nastia's hand and sat down in the middle of the hall: "Don't forget, you are already Nastia Salian, you are no longer Banre ”

"Hmph~ If I were really Salian, I should be the one sleeping in the master bedroom of your castle now!" Nestia's beautiful bright red eyes rolled her eyes gently at Aaron.

A small table was placed in the center of the hall, filled with the highest level of banquets here in Amn, including meat, fish, cheese, fresh fruits (including some types that Aaron had never seen before), freshly baked Queen's bread and chilled wine on a large silver platter.

The servant of the Holy Coin Lady indicated that the five people could enjoy it without restriction. At this moment, the financial resources of the Woking Church finally showed their fangs.

A few people sat down and chatted while eating.

"The plan has been finalized, and Ms. Holy Coin promised to use the church's resources and financial resources to help us go to the bottomless abyss." Morgan sat down gracefully, and the big devil clasped his fingers with interest: "Raphael needs a little time to prepare. Then we can travel to the first level of Hell from the 'Devil's Tip' shop in Baldur's Gate."

Nastia's beautiful legs were crossed in a pair of long boots. Snow had fallen on some places on the surface of the leather boots, which made a clattering sound along the flashing silver chain. The thin heels and pointed toes were like two sides. As touching as a sharp knife, in a private environment, the dark spirit sister untied her gorgeous silver hair. With her legs crossed, her thighs wrapped in black aurora stockings rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound. Her cold and peerless appearance There was a hint of sarcasm in the message: "How to do it specifically? Are you and the big devil going to roar towards the moon together?"

"Morgan is a big devil, and he is not Mara's werewolf." Samir sneered and raised his glass: "As for the lycanthrope, I think Aaron is more familiar with it than you. Su Lun has many lycanthrope believers."

"No, we will not roar towards the moon. We will open the portal through a special method. We will enter the endless ladder from the portal and reach the first level of hell - Avernus from the ladder." Morgan With a serious expression: "I don't think I need to explain to you in detail what should be done."

"In my opinion..." Nastia said coldly as her long legs changed positions.

"I'm not asking for your permission, madam. If you plan to go with us, then you must listen to me." Morgan spread his hands: "If you don't trust me, you don't have to participate."

"Okay, Nastia." Aaron patted Nastia's palm gently: "I do want to go to hell once. I want to see the River Styx, and I also want to know something about Hell. Riel’s thing.”

"Yes, Zarrell, I remember she had a close relationship with Eleanor?" Samir smiled.

Nestia's eyes became sharp, and the Dark Elf sister was filled with jealousy when she thought of the Reverend Suellen who picked up Aaron for nothing and enjoyed all of Aaron's favor.

Why should she?

"Shut up, Samir." Aaron motioned for Samir to shut up: "Since we don't have to be busy tonight, what should we do?"

"Can we refine our plan?" Morgan leaned back in his chair.

"It is best to complete the plan until the legends of the Holy Coin Lady are in place, and Jaheira, Imoen and others will arrive tomorrow." Aaron shook his head.

"Then let's play cards!" Samir immediately took out a few card packs from his body: "This is the latest work of the Wizards of the Coast that I found in the Deepwater City market. You see, this is 'land', this is special Logo, this is 'Guardian Angel Avacyn'!"

"It seems complicated, and I don't want to spend hours learning about a game I'll never play again." Nestia objected.

"Or, we can have a drink." An Nuoming said.

"Then you all drink, I have something to talk to Aaron about." Nestia rolled her eyes, and the charming dark elf sister pulled Aaron away from the long table and came to the stairs: "Their suggestions are too boring. Now, Aaron, let’s do something more interesting.”

"What's more interesting for us to discuss alone?" Aaron blinked.

"Love." Nestia's captivating scarlet eyes never concealed her strong desire: "I just took a look and the bedroom upstairs is not bad, it is enough."

"Wow, you are really direct." Aaron hugged Nestia's waist.

"I have passed the age of being shy and reserved, my dear, unless you beg me?" Nastia poked Aaron's chest with her index finger: "There is no rush for drinking, we can join them in two hours ,How about it?"

"In my case, it might take five hours!" Aaron found that he had no reason to refuse.

"Keke~ It's indeed Aaron." Nastia leaned on Aaron's chest: "Don't worry, I brought a lot of stockings this time, it will definitely be enough."

"Come on, my dear." Sister Dark Elf grabbed Aaron's big hand and pressed it on her belly through her shirt, with endless tenderness in her eyes: "I can't wait to turn into a puff~"

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