The city of Stunbuch, built by Casagrande I, did not initially leave a place for any temple. The three-storied pagoda that could not be built may be the only temple he needs in his mind for the Eternal City.

The temple of Jora, the goddess of dawn, was built more than a hundred years ago in the east of the city, near the pier, and was the residence of a wealthy merchant who offered his fortune to the god he believed in on his deathbed. Although the location is excellent, it is less than one-fifth the size of the temple of the god of water. The hall of the front hall has no walls, but is supported by slender white stone pillars, and the ceiling is also inlaid with crystals, tilted at a clever angle, so that the first rays of dawn can fall unhindered on the goddess and stretch out forward, like the palm of the right hand that receives and gives gifts.

Such an architectural style was familiar to Ed—the style of the elves, but closer to the distant light of the North, Miaz-Weiss, than to the Grivar across the water.

There are no more people in Ston Buchi than there were more than they did more than 100 years ago, and the temple is now surrounded by crowded dwellings. Because it could no longer expand outward, the apse hidden by the hedges seemed a little crowded, and even the flowers and trees had no place to stand, and most of them could only cling to the stone pillars and walls, but because there were not many of them, they were also very well cared for at this time, but they were not overgrown with weeds like the temple of the water god, and it was close to being barren.

The old priest didn't say anything again, and when he returned to the temple, he remained silent. When the guests were seated, he shrank in the corner, holding a cup of tea and began to squint, looking drowsy and delirious, making people wonder if it was he who said that sentence at that time.

Of course, Ed couldn't force anything, and York was a little helpless. Fortunately, they don't have other problems to solve.

Skyl Mond calmly followed up on the temple, but that didn't prove anything - the "Laval" had been in and out of several temples and had been treated as a guest, and even a powerful character like Icabold hadn't noticed anything wrong.

Ed had actually come to believe that he was real. But the mage happily opened his palm and held it high with a "I don't mind if you all come and smell it" with a "I don't mind" expression.

Isis shook his head. York apologized for his offense, then used two different spells to verify the offense, and got the same result.

The mage is indeed himself.

"What about your companion?" asked a pastor who wanted to know what many people wanted to know.

Mondstadt's expression was a little indescribable.

“...... We have no power to bind each other's actions. "In other words, I don't care what they want to do or where they want to go – we don't count as 'companions,' just barely standing together because we have the same name." ”

Ed heard his frustration and bowed his head silently, remembering what "Mondstadt" had just said to the priests. If the white-robed priests looked like a flock of geese that were always together but had their own thoughts, the mages probably ...... Like a flock of crows that scatter and fly away as soon as something happens?

"But you know where they went and what they wanted to do. Iss revealed a little impatiently, "Since you are not companions, there should be no pressure to betray them. ”

Mondstadt looked at him even more indescribably.

"The word 'betrayal,'" he said, "is not used that way." ”

But he answered Is's question anyway: "I don't know where they went, but I can probably guess what they want to do." ”

He was silent for a moment, looking out the window. The so-called "walls" of the temple are mostly large floor-to-ceiling windows, and there is almost no need to light any candles in the room, except for the areas covered by vines and plants, where the bright moonlight pours down.

"It's all spellcasters, I think you're more or less aware of it," he said, "and the moon...... Something woke up. ”

"Magic Moon. Ed whispered.

Mondstadt smiled meaninglessly, "Magic Moon...... It's a good name, but it sounds like it's another source of magic - but it's not. The power it awakens has always been there, around us, in our bodies or souls, but it was hard for us to feel it before, as if there was some barrier that kept us out, let alone controlled. And when it rises, it's as if the curtain has been lifted and the barrier has shattered...... It's as if the hidden treasure has lost its protection, and everyone can take it for themselves. I have to admit that this is an irresistible temptation for a mage. ”

It's a temptation that is hard for anyone to resist.

"My 'companions'," said Mondstadt's tone as sarcastic as as pride as sarcastic as he said, "even the waters of the Sea of Nothingness dare to take a sip of it, let alone the clear and sweet spring water at your fingertips." They were probably anxious to find a place where no one was to disturb them, and to study the crisis facing the world...... As long as they are strong enough, what problem can't be solved?"

Ed stole a glance at Is. However, more than a month ago, he thought about how to teach more people how to control the power of the world itself, but in the end he put it aside. For Isis said: "The world does not have its own consciousness like the gods, it will not tell you what you cannot do, and when it begins to punish your greed, it itself must be on the verge of collapse." For Sean warned him: "Unchecked power is dangerous, no matter where it comes from." Because Alan asked him, "How many so-called 'gifted' people can there be......?"

However, he also remembered Naria's support, and remembered that she rolled up her sleeves with great vigour, and said, "Isn't it a good thing to have his own power as if the farmer in the village had his own field and no longer had to pay rent to the lord and the king!"

That's certainly a good thing. It's just that they weren't prepared.

His plan was indeed rootless, arrogant and self-defeating. But now, the towering tree that had been planted for a long time has appeared in front of the people without hindrance, and if nothing is done, it is probably possible that this tree will be plucked every leaf as Iss fears...... Someone uprooted him.

He vaguely understood why the old priest had said, "It's not the right time for it to come back." Its temptation to distract them and disintegrate their already weak unity is not necessarily not an opportunity—at least for now, they have a common enemy who can put aside their disputes and natural greed for a moment and master the right methods for the sake of a right goal.

But the question is, whether he, Ed Singh, has enough prestige and power to dominate it all.