"Will you accept me?"

Hared III was obviously stunned for a moment.

Because he will never forget that just a few minutes ago he almost died in the hands of the other party.

"Why not?" Zuo Si asked meaningfully. "There is no hatred between us. The previous killings were just because of different positions. Now that we have common goals and enemies, we naturally have a basis for cooperation.

Isn't it?"

"Then can you help me resurrect my dead companions?" Hared III cautiously asked.

Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "Of course!

I am not Elminster, so I have no scruples in this regard.

But the premise is that you have to show enough value.

If your performance during the year is good enough, I will give you a wishing spell for free.

As for whether to use it to resurrect dead companions, or to gain strength or wealth, that is your own business."

"Deal! From now on, you are my master, and I will be your sharpest sword against the Harpers and Elminster."

With that said, King Hared III knelt down on one knee and saluted.

His move immediately revealed sadness and pain in Elminster's eyes, and he suddenly raised his head and asked: "This is also what you expected, right?"

Zuo Si replied very simply: "Well, that's right!

I said that I have many special skills to deal with you idealists who are not afraid of death.

How about it, do you now understand what it feels like to be hated by the person you saved?

But don't worry, this is just the beginning.

If you don't try to change yourself and give up those beliefs you stick to, similar situations will happen often in the future.

I will let you keep making choices between ideals and cruel reality until you can no longer bear it and have to give up some principles.

Today you chose your ideal, so in reality you will lose a friend forever.

And this friend will become your very painful enemy in the near future.

I am a very fair person.

Since you want to leave an unhealable scar in the place where I rule, then I will leave an abscess in your heart that will hurt whenever you think of it.

Not only will this abscess not disappear slowly over time, but it will become bigger and bigger.

It will always haunt you like a nightmare, leaving you without a moment of peace.

Finally, I wish you good health and that no matter how much pressure and blow you endure, you can get up and fight against me again and again.

Goodbye, great Elminster, I hope you have a good dream when you go back and lie in bed."

"Your level of evil really makes my skin crawl!"

The Great Sage of Shadow Valley was trembling slightly all over his body, and he didn't know whether it was because of anger or fear.

But one thing is certain, that is, he can definitely feel the naked and undisguised malice from those words.

If people like Manson, Sazastan, Fuzoul Chambery, and Sammaster want to destroy Elminster's body and life, then what the leftists want to destroy is his spirit and will.

and faith.

The latter is ten thousand times more vicious than the former.

Especially the kind of psychological control and insight into the evil of human nature are very close to the deepest essence of evil.

It is not the lowest form of expression such as violence, killing, destruction, and indulgence of desires, but it is integrated into the realm of spiritual and philosophical thinking.

Zuo Si smiled disapprovingly and shrugged: "I can't help it, who makes me a supporter of the view that human nature is inherently evil.

In my opinion, a qualified evil person should never make most people feel intimidated or fearful, and should act like a madman and vent violence unscrupulously.

Instead, he behaves politely, elegantly, and gracefully, exuding a unique temperament that makes people feel fascinated. No matter where he goes, he will definitely be the center of attention.

He can make his subordinates willingly sacrifice their lives for him with just one word, and he can also make the opposite sex fall in love with him with just one movement and look.

When explaining one's own thoughts, everyone will listen attentively and give warm applause whether they agree or disagree.

Even if you use violent means to kill, it will make people feel that it is a horrific and bloody art like performing a stage play.

Real evil should be a restrained and profound form of self-expression.

From this perspective, most of the people in the evil camp on Faerûn are actually still engaged in superficial competition for interests."

"So you're going to set an example for them?"

Elminster raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Haha, I have no interest in setting an example for anyone. I just think their understanding of evil is too low-level and boring.

Okay, that’s it for today’s exchange.

It's getting late, and I have other things to be busy with."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si put on a posture of seeing off guests.

Elminster glanced at Hared III, then sighed slightly, activated the teleportation magic and disappeared without a trace.

Within a few seconds of his front foot walking, Shane VII appeared out of thin air and asked in a slightly playful tone: "Is it really okay for you to stimulate Elminster like this? Aren't you afraid that the new Magic Goddess will come to you?

Trouble?"

Zuo Si sneered and asked: "Why are you causing trouble for me?

I haven’t done anything that goes against the teachings.

Confrontations like this caused by differences in ideas are very common in many divine churches.

What's more, he came to trouble me first, and I just reacted passively.

In addition, you made a mistake, that is, God needs me, not that I need God."

"You are indeed the only known planeswalker in this world. You are really confident."

Shane VII's pupils shone with envy, and at the same time, his inner desire to obtain a spark and become a planeswalker became stronger.

"Don't worry, dear friend.

The longer you wait, the more choices you have.

I now have three extra sparks on hand.

Two of them are green, which tends to be natural, and the other one is red and black, which is death and destruction.

Although this initial color does not mean anything, you can slowly adjust it according to your needs and preferences.

But if the fit is relatively high, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

And after becoming a planeswalker, you have to go through a period of learning to slowly adapt to the new way of casting spells."

Zuo Si obviously saw through the thoughts of the demi-lich next to him at a glance, and immediately gave him a reassurance.

As soon as he heard that there were three sparks for him to choose from, Xia En VII suddenly became extremely excited and excited. He couldn't help but ask: "Where did you get so many sparks? Aren't planeswalkers supposed to be rare?"<

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Zuo Si responded bluntly: "Of course through plundering and killing! Do you think the planeswalkers are all friendly to each other?"

"I see, I think I understand."

Shane VII undoubtedly had a very high level of intelligence and instantly realized that these sparks most likely represented the deaths of the three planeswalkers.

However, he is a demi-lich and can be resurrected indefinitely next to the phylactery, so he is not too worried about death.

The only uncertainty is that if you are killed after obtaining the spark, will the spark be taken away or will it be reborn with the body?

If it's the former, then Shane VII will have to consider killing a planeswalker first to seize the opponent's sparks after gaining a certain amount of power.

It has to be said that in terms of preparing for a rainy day, few people can compare with this demi-lich who faked his death and hid for hundreds of years.

Of course, Zuo Si didn't know what Xia En VII was thinking.

After chatting casually for a few words, he left with Harid III on his own.

……

At the same time, far away in the blacksmith shop in the northern town of Bergeost, Aberdare and his team were going bankrupt for the first time in their lives.

Because the white bear cub—Attio took advantage of the time they were choosing weapons and chewed up two sets of valuable full-body armor placed on the shelf beyond recognition.

There is basically nothing left on the upper body, and only the iron boots and greaves below the knees are still intact on the lower body.

"One...how much does a set of full-body armor cost?"

Aberdare asked in a voice with a hint of liver pain.

"Hey! It's not expensive, only two thousand gold coins."

Tyrone Furlong, the owner of the blacksmith shop, grinned and showed his white teeth, with the word "happy" written all over his face.

You must know that not many people can afford full body armor, and almost every one of them is a rare big customer.
To be continued...