Deszel, this is a very interesting guy.

He's the priest of Heim, and in terms of rank, he's the next high, and he's the number one guy in the 'big family' of the Temple of Heim in Neverwinter, which focuses on order.

Speaking of which, Faerun's god system is still relatively primitive, the gods of various camps love and kill each other, unlike Ayaroke, who was invaded by the undead plane and jumped in the face, almost all the gods of the evil camp entered the astral realm to raise their corpses, and the gods of the good camp and the neutral camp finally survived that gray period with the help of Anonymous.

Therefore, if the natives of Ayarok were to face Faeron, he would not have imagined that a god-abiding god could not care about evil or good, or that he was more interested in 'maintaining the ruling class' than anything else.

For the sake of order, Heim is a god who doesn't mind using good or evil minions.

So, no one in Deszel's camp cared at all, and no one would have thought that the priest of the Temple of Heim would be behind the plague.

So, when this guy was defeated, Lady Erebeth did not hesitate to torture Deszel - as a paladin of Tyre, this lady obviously could not forgive Deszel for what he had done.

In the original work, because Deszel took away the antidote and escaped, Vanswick lost his last chance to live, his negligence is actually not a big fault, but the fault is that he is an advisor to the lord, there is such a madman in the temple, the lord should have suppressed it, but Vanswick did not find out about Deszell's conspiracy, so the original good situation was turned around in an instant, the antidote was lost, and the anger of the people needed to be vented; the loss of relatives, the nobles needed an answer; in the face of the disturbing lords, the lord needed a substitute for the dead ghost; and just now there appeared such a madman's temple…… It takes an ending that is lifted high and gently falls.

Lady Erebeth was transferred on another mission, and Vanswick had no protector and had to be put on a gallows by the spectators who needed him to die.

Simple and rude, direct and effective, whether it is Faeron or Ayaroke, the dead people always like to watch the once high old man being organically combined with gallows and ropes, and the so-called thin body swaying in the wind, this is the truth. And for the rulers of the two places, the life of the grass is nothing more than a gesture, especially the life of the dead ghost, which is just the price of a bottle of healing potion, and it can be solved with a neck up.

Because of this, Madame Erebeth despairs of this world, and eventually degenerates from a paladin to a banshee, until she reaches her true end in the subsequent episodic story.

"But this time, at least Deszel didn't steal the antidote. Mingen looked at the strategy and said, the virtual pen in her hand was dealing with the follow-up strategy: "Considering that we have rescued Neverwinter, in fact, the task has been completed, and it has nothing to do with us how those guys want to torture that old man, Marceau, when will we leave." ”

"In half an hour, at least give Mrs. Erebeth a little time, she said she wanted to talk to me a little more. Considering that the lady wanted to pry an answer out of Deszel's mouth, the kitten thought it would be better to give her some time.

Here the kittens and girls are sitting on the park benches, and the girls on the blankets are happily arranging picnic props - considering the fact that they are already the heroes of Neverwinter, in fact, these picnic foods are given by the citizens, and the catcubs can only say that everyone in the Black Lake District is really rich.

"Anne has been getting more and more open lately. ”

Ming'en beside her made the cat cub who was enjoying the sun turn her head, and the girl crossed her legs, as if she had a feeling: "Marceau, when you didn't know before, Anne was always cautious, for fear that you would find out her secret." ”

“…… Oh, yes. Marceau thought that in the past, this girl would be chased and cut down by orcs...... Please, now that I think about it, I only feel that the acting skills are rushing to my face - if you count all the blessings, Annie's strength is only over 30 points, not to mention half-orcs, heroes and gods can break their wrists and scold their mothers, trolls can hang and fight casually, and they are chased and cut by half-orcs, this kind of power is only 20 in front of Annie, I am afraid that it is a waste.

"You're really popular...... Minn turned his head and smiled at the kitten, "I remember the first time I saw you." ”

"I'm being dragged into the bathroom by Anne, right? Marceau sighed, this kind of black history is simply impossible to look at.

"No, it was when you saw each other in the hall after taking a shower, and I always thought that the first time we met was when you had wet hair and sneezed while Anne pressed her hair and wiped her hair with a towel. Minn said this, she glanced at the girls on the blanket, and then turned to look at Marceau: "Marceau, I figured it out, just like you, if I could do it all over again...... I'll come to you with my sister too. ”

“…… Minn. Marceau licked her lips, feeling that the, who was short of words, could only wait for Minn to continue speaking.

"I know that your guilt for us is actually an unacceptable apology for me and my sister in another world. The girl rested her left hand on her cheek, with her knees and elbows as support points, and she looked at the kitten: "But, we can accept your feelings, we have known each other since childhood, we are friends, relatives, and lovers, right?" ”

"Yes!" replied in the affirmative.

Yes, whether it is in the previous life or in this life, the girl in front of her and her sister are important components of the softest part of the kitten's heart.

"That's it, Marceau, are you ready for next year's ring?" a smile appeared on Minn's face.

"It's ready. Marceau said that it was all right, and that the all-handmade rings had been put into small boxes and were waiting for that day.

I still remember when I was young, I made a vow with the girls to exchange rings next year.

Well, wait a minute, considering that the number of girls is increasing, the kitten's fingers are no longer enough, are you considering putting a few on the tail?

No, the tail can't be taught, let's put a few more on the fingers, I didn't think that Ben Meow would also become the Lord of the Rings.

With this delusion in mind, the kitten and Minn noticed Lady Erebeth walking out of the temple, and without saying a word, Marceau stood up and walked over to her, while Minn followed Marceau half a step behind.

Although they were of different heights and different steps, the kitten and the girl walked together half a step away from Lady Erebes.

"Ma'am, it looks like your work has come to an end. The kitten smiled at the lady.

"Thank you, Mr. Marceau, for how you can see that Deszel has a problem. Mrs. Erebeth asked, curious.

"Every time we go to a region, there are always Assassins with us, and the only ones who know where we are going are you, Vanswijk, and the guards who opened the door for us, are Deszel. Naturally, Marceau would not say that he had a strategy: "Every time we come back with the evidence of the Assassins, I can sense that Deszel is a little uneasy...... You know, my perception is high. ”

“…… I see, Vanswick almost made a big mistake this time, but thankfully you guys. With that, Lady Erebeth said, the guard behind her immediately handed over a small box.

"Thank you, ma'am. "Marceau knew that the box was supposed to be the alchemy recipe.

But he didn't need to stretch out his hand, Mingen smiled and reached out to take the small box.

"Are you leaving?" asked Lady Erebes.

"Yes, ma'am, after this picnic, we are about to return to our own world. The kitten nodded yes.

"You are always welcome in Neverwinter, and if you have the chance to come back, please come to my house and I will prepare a sumptuous dinner for you. Mrs. Erebeth's smile was full of sincerity and expectation.

Marceau naturally responded to this sincerity and expectation: "Yes, ma'am, we will definitely return to Neverwinter when the time comes." ”

At this point, the guests and hosts were delighted, and Madame Erebes left the square, and Marceau and Minn joined the picnic army.

It was only then that the kitten opened the system bar and confirmed a large number of new contents.

'Dear players, you and your squad have overfulfilled the contents of the Legendary Spacetime Dungeon: Neverwinter Nights, changing the fate of Erebeth and Farnswick, and you and your squad members have one more legend. ’

Ben Meow and the girls who shovel will one day spread their fame all over the continent!

'Dear players, you and your party members are both members of the Adventure Party 'Sword and Rose', your Adventure Party has one Legendary degree in the Faeron Plane, and all members have a Respectful starting reputation in Neverwinter. ’

This reward is not bad, it seems that the opening of the Faren plane is only a matter of time, but the level conversion of the two sides, as well as spells, etc., it seems that it is difficult to travel across the plane, and it is very likely that the normal game on the side of Feren also needs a new account character.

'Dear player, you stopped the conspiracy of Deszel and his allies, and you received unkind attention. ’

Of course, it's normal for this meow to do something to make these guys hold a grudge.,It's just one thing to hate.,Whether you can take this meow's life is another thing.,And relatively,This meow also hopes that your neck is hard enough.,Can block the sharp blade.。

'Dear player, Ciric noticed your words, but Anonymous stopped his peep for you. ’

Hahaha, Shirek this two hundred and five.

'Dear players, you and your squad will automatically return to their original plane after thirty minutes. ’

Ah, thirty minutes to go.

Looking back at this, the cat cub took the barbecue handed over by the long time: "Love and food, how can you live up to it." ”

Then I was overwhelmed by the grilled fish and meat skewers that the girls stuffed over.