"That's what you guessed." Magul was not prepared to continue to hide his identity, and Ben Saba's words saved him from having to worry about how to explain it.

The other party admits to be generous, but Sherlock is a little at a loss, he has seen a big scene in this game, high-level NPCs, monsters, voters he has never seen anything, but meeting a living god, even if it is just an incarnation, is still enough to make him ecstatic.

For, as evidenced by numerous intelligences, the incarnation of the gods is one of the necessary and even one of the most important conditions for the elect's task.

"I'm in trouble."

"What's the trouble." Sherlock subconsciously replied before he suddenly remembered that now was not the time to think about the electorate's mission, and the calamity girl's kiss just now didn't know what consequences it had brought to Mirro.

"Ben Saba's weakness, senility, sluggishness, stiffness, confusion, fear and the sixfold curse of doom can only be lifted by Temorrah except herself." This is not the first time Magul has encountered this kind of curse, and it is quite tricky to lift any of them, let alone release six at the same time on one person.

"What then?" Sherlock and Millou have been staying for a long time, and their relationship is naturally a little bit stronger, and they can't help but worry in their hearts.

"Temorrah hasn't been to Ferron in years, so I'll have to try my luck with her priest, and in the meantime, I'll seal her away with the Hypnosis to prevent the situation from getting worse." Magul sighed and couldn't do anything, he had just recovered to medium divine power, and he couldn't forcibly disarm the spell of Ben Saba, who was also a medium divine power.

After unleashing the Wind Sleep Technique and stabilizing Mirlu's situation, he turned to another matter, the practice of the Storm Shuriken.

Sherlock didn't expect the two to meet again so quickly, his Wind Thunder Shuriken had already reached the last step, but the balance of the three forces was really not something that could be found in a while, and he could only use it according to the results of his best experiment.

He was full of apprehension, but Magghe, who was watching from the sidelines, was surprised at the moment, he knew how difficult the training plan he had set before, in just seven or eight days, the other party had actually practiced to the third step, far exceeding the predetermined standard in his heart.

"It's not bad, for the sake of your kid's hard work." Maggie grabbed Sherlock's right wrist holding the Wind Thunder Shuriken and said, "Join Mystra's mystical fire." ”

Sherlock guessed that the other party had the intention to guide him, and immediately mobilized the silver fire attached to the Sword Chosen Guardian, and this newly added power was carefully manipulated by Maggie and fused with the power of wind and thunder to form a new energy body.

Filling this energy into the spell frame, a near-perfect shuriken appeared in front of their eyes.

"Remember that feeling." Magul slowly let go of his hand, and when he saw that Sherlock was still in the form of a shuriken, he knew that the other party had successfully mastered it.

The three colors of red, blue and yellow were completely fused together, forming an orange-yellow color like the alternation of the sun and moon at dusk, which looked gentle and harmless, but above the blade, the power of the three elements of wind, thunder and fire was enough to destroy anything that stood in its way.

"It's a pity that your fire elemental power doesn't come from your own power, otherwise this spell would really be perfect."

Magule's words are indeed true, it is not his own strength, no matter how powerful it is, there is a sense of strangeness when it is used, and there is a slight gap in fusion.

"By the way, Maggie, you said before, when I fuse the three powers perfectly, there is still room for further strengthening."

Sherlock looked at the Dusk Shuriken in his hand, thinking about its power and the means to further strengthen it.

"Do you want to strengthen the space further?" Maggie pondered for a moment and said, "On the Cape of Storm Mountains to the west of Cormier and the Thundering Peak to the northeast, there is a temple of Mount Dakol, and if you can take out the stone sword fragments hidden in them, you will know what to do next." ”

The Cape of Storm Mountains and Thundering Peak, both within Cormier's territory, did not conflict with his next itinerary, although the other party did not explicitly say that this was the task of the elector, but Sherlock had a strong premonition that when it got those two pieces, it would be the moment he set foot on the road to the electorate.

Of course, the most important thing at the moment is to save Mirro, and after learning that Sherlock has a friend who is a priest of Temorrah, Maggie takes the two of them to the nearest portal and teleports directly to Arabell.

By the way, the portal is also in the priesthood of Sandakor, and Maghe, as his incarnation, has no problem taking a few people to teleport for free.

At the teleportation point in Arabel, the two sides parted ways again, and Maggie did not want to go to the Lady's House anyway, leaving alone to track down the whereabouts of the Church of the Winds.

Sherlock could guess a thing or two about this, just like the blue-haired girl Bensaba said, her sister, the goddess of luck Tymorrah, had at least ten-figure male and even female deities in her endless years, and countless mortals were seduced by her.

The god of travel and exploration, Shan Dakor apparently couldn't resist the charm of Tymorrah, but like his countless predecessors, it didn't take long for this spark-filled love affair to come to an end.

If it is placed in the real world, a woman like Tymorrah is an absolute green tea template, but who makes the family take green tea to the extreme, and the Forgotten Realm doesn't seem to care if she is a or not, the private life of the last goddess of magic is not much better than that of Tymorrah, and it is still not praised by countless people.

Therefore, everyone who has had a relationship with Temorrah or God will not feel shame after being dumped, but will feel a kind of guilt for the former, thinking that they have not done well enough to be worthy of the love of the other person.

This was further demonstrated after the death of the previous god of justice, Tyr.

Tyr is the last lover of Tymorrah, he is not the deepest and craziest one in love, more often than not, Tymorrah pursues him, but in the end he gives his life for the other party.

Since then, Temorrah has remained incomprehensibly sad and chaste, and no one on the continent of Ferron has seen her again.

Legend has it that the goddess has been trying to resurrect Tyr.

These hidden messages are certainly not available through normal channels, but if you are a pastor or even a candidate for the electorate of Tymorrah, it is not too difficult to understand.

Of course, none of these identities are related, but there is just one person in his friend list who is satisfied, and that is to take over the commission together.