Dear Broom Knight

Chesca knew very well that her territory's current status was beyond the easy reach of ordinary people.

In recent years, even if there were still those who wanted to plot against Green Maple Territory, their aims and methods were mostly to 'give it a try,' or simply to borrow some influence.

Such things were unavoidable, not just for Lowry, but even for existences like the White Dragon King or even the gods.

As long as Lowry didn't expose any weaknesses from now on, basically no one would dare to bite.

She now handled matters much more calmly, and didn't need to deal with those outsiders with false pretenses.

Of course, the level of things that could make her panic had also become higher… Little Chesca never dared to dream of this level when she was a child.

She couldn't help but sigh: "Baron, the box of things hidden in your alchemy warehouse seems to be glowing.

It's not very obvious, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

If I hadn't happened to go to that corner to get some mithril scraps, I probably wouldn't have noticed."

The main reason why some intermediate magical items in Green Maple Territory were stronger than similar products from the outside world was that they contained a lot of Lowry's discarded handmade materials.

Although he wouldn't be extravagant enough to use top-notch materials to make ordinary furniture like tables and chairs, he wouldn't even cherish the scraps that splashed out during cutting.

But these things were still quite valuable outside, and Lowry had no interest in testing other people's character, so he directly put them into his exclusive warehouse in his alchemy room.

When needed, the apprentices could apply to Chesca, and she would take them out.

Lowry hesitated for a moment before asking softly: "What color is the light?"

"Hoo…" Lowry shook his head, "It was going to happen sooner or later anyway."

The reason why he chose the artifact belonging to the Silver Moon from so many artifact fragments was naturally because he discovered that the Night Goddess was carrying a large piece of Silver Moon artifact fragment that had obviously been activated.

After confirming this, Lowry felt a suffocating atmosphere, and recalled a joke from his previous world: a certain country had been using a special method to send greeting signals to the outer space beyond the Earth, waiting with passion for the day when they could hear a distant response.

Then, finally one day, something gave a response through this signal transmitter: Hello, I have indeed arrived, bringing my, cosmic battleship.

That artifact had been awake for too long.

Ms. Selune probably had listened to thousands of years of 'hello, hihi, how are you,' but she had her own things to do… escaping from her own younger sister's scimitar, and incidentally retrieving those divine powers she had left behind in the past.

She couldn't spare time for a remote little backwater place for the time being.

Anyway, her artifact was useless.

Selune didn't have a recycling system; she could always find something she liked better.

Lowry took a deep breath, but with his understanding of Toril, Selune should be considered a relatively easy god to deal with.

She was just chaotic, but she was indeed very kind.

Moreover, although she probably wouldn't like the Night Goddess's harmonious three aspects so much, she wouldn't hate them either.

The Night Goddess's maxims also conformed to Selune's position… She naturally had a filter for all kinds of moon gods, and even the evil ones could be given a little opportunity, let alone the Night Goddess, a neutral being whose bottom line was higher than that of Toril's kind gods.

At most, they would add a little chaos to this world and find some fun for themselves.

Anyway, if the sky fell, there would be taller people to hold it up, and it wouldn't be his turn as a little mage to be in trouble.

Lowry pondered for a while before saying: "Don't do it yourself, find a little girl who hasn't started formal cultivation to dig out those shining fragments in the box, and put them in… um… that pearl sapphire jewelry box in the second cabinet of my collection room.

Oh, before doing this, give her a glass of milk."

So many animals had mutated, and cows naturally had also evolved.

The cows in Lowry's castle ranch not only produced a lot of milk, but also had a clear and rich milk flavor, without any goaty smell.

His understanding of Selune was relatively superficial, after all, the people who asked him to paint back then seemed to prefer Shar more.

But since he wanted to understand Shar's evil and beauty, he inevitably couldn't avoid her extremely chaotic sister.

After reading that ghost story, Lowry could naturally understand why the children liked Shar more.

Even if she did all kinds of evil and killed innocent people.

Especially the people of that country, they could better understand Shar's anger at having their homeland occupied.

But he could also understand why Westerners thought Selune was better… That place needed Selune's kindness regardless of the cause and effect.

Otherwise, what to do?

They were not originally the natives of that continent!

As beneficiaries, who would have to explore what this place should have been like?

So they could only use the saying that the present people are the most important to gild their faces.

Regardless of whether they created these gods under some mysterious inspiration, or whether they accidentally entered a fantastic and magnificent world in their dreams, but, in their perception, Selune was the one who best fit the image of the Virgin Mary.

This was the most convincing logic for himself.

Even now, when he had existed longer than in his previous life, Lowry still firmly believed that the previous him was the most real.

Lowry was of course very satisfied to get such an opportunity after sudden death, but, in theory, their world should not have games and novel stories related to gods.

Lowry had been struggling with this for a long time, but the dragon's inheritance made him feel the weight of history.

This was something that could not be fabricated.

If the universe where Lowry was now was real, then it should be that the multiverse might pass its existence to other worlds in a dreamy way.

And the people who could accept these perceptions must be able to understand and accept the underlying rules of the fantasy world where the weak are prey to the strong and bloodlines are supreme.

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And what the people of their country accepted might be the knowledge from another fantasy world.

Therefore, even if they came from different countries, the stories of the Greek pantheon could be perfectly embedded in the legends of Toril.

But in this fantasy universe, there could never be legendary stories of 'man will conquer nature,' 'the foolish old man removes the mountain,' and 'are kings and nobles born with a special seed?'

Everyone had a origin, even if they didn't, they didn't reach the highest point by their own strength… They would always be favored and promoted by a certain god at some point.

Mages were already the most grassroots existence among them.

And what gave them this opportunity was a glimmer of hope given by God: talent and wisdom far exceeding ordinary people.

If that was the case, then Lowry could understand.

He should even thank the Mechanical Realm artifact spirit for bringing him to this world that was similar to and different from Toril, where even the gods were completely different.

Otherwise, he would have been even more crazy when he was a child.

Maybe his understanding was still problematic, or not comprehensive, but at least in this way, he could convince himself.

As long as he could convince himself, Lowry was a very stable and down-to-earth person.

Especially when he only needed to work hard to support himself, he was even more stable.

Even if he would probably witness a certain Silver Moon Goddess that he had painted dozens of times with his own eyes on the day when the world restarted in the near future.

Although she didn't understand why Lowry did this, Chesca still didn't ask any more questions and directly followed his instructions.

She knew Lowry very well. If she could know, Lowry wouldn't just give orders, but would explain the reasons in detail to her… This way, next time she encountered the same thing, Chesca could handle it herself without having to ask him again.

As for the little girl… Chesca looked up and thought, whose child in her castle happened to be under four years old?

Time flew too fast, and the little girls who were taken into the castle by her from their parents' hands back then were now all mothers.

The living pressure in Green Maple Territory was not great, and the environment was very relaxed. Boys and girls would naturally come together when they reached a certain age.

Have children, and then raise them.

On the left side of the castle's orchard, not far from the city wall, the area had changed from a few small buildings at the beginning to several rows now.

The small square where only servants used to train had also begun to have children's voices… Regardless of whether the children showed talent or not, they would start basic training at the age of four.

And the earliest children had already come out of the awakening formation, and had even gone to their respective places according to their talents.

I don't know if it's because the servants' original talents were not too bad, it's just that they couldn't cultivate from childhood like the children of nobles or rich people… Four years of basic training in advance could indeed help children tap into and enhance their talents.

Otherwise, there was no need for nobles to let them work so hard when they couldn't determine their children's talents.

It could be said that the commoner children who performed the worst in the awakening formation might have a little better talent than the noble children who barely passed.

Of course, this didn't make much difference for superior talents or even medium talents.

But for low-level talents, it was a world of difference.

For example, those people in Green Maple Valley who had trained for more than 20 years and could only become level 3 knights, and those who could only seek a future by working as servants in the castle… The gap between them was just this little bit.

In this case, the servants of course paid more attention to the children's training.

It was not easy to find a suitable child.