Wren didn't know how to describe the lady in front of him.

Her appearance is flawless, like the pinnacle of the most superb artist's life's work, but it is natural, and her tall figure is as high as the golden ratio, without the slightest flaw.

Her skin was supple and translucent, her long black hair was like a waterfall, tied behind her head with a purple belt, and she wore a simple and elegant dark silk robe, which was gently tied with a jewel around her waist, and you could faintly see the thin waist outline that could not be grasped, and the plump lines downward.

When she stood up, the sides of the silk robe parted and cracked, and a touch of round and slender long legs was faintly visible, which led to infinite reverie.

Wren involuntarily held his breath.

He has seen a few such peerless beauties.

In terms of beauty and appearance, Viola and Osilia are not lost to her, and her student Pelarith can also be compared.

However, they are all mortals and differ more than a notch in temperament.

The first impression of this lady is mysterious, and among those seemingly black eyes, there are colorful rays of light flowing through, dotted with starlight, as if containing infinite truth, attracting people to want to find out, and unconsciously fall into it.

Anyone who sees her for the first time will never forget it, and they can't believe that there is such a beautiful person in the world.

In fact, she is not a "man", but a "god"!

Wren recovered immediately after losing his mind the moment he entered the living room, and saw that the fire of his faith had changed direction and was thrown at the other party.

This reveals the identity of the other party.

The seemingly weak and beautiful lady is actually one of the most famous and powerful gods in the world, the goddess of magic!

Although this should only be an embodiment of her divine power, she has a power that mortals cannot imagine, and can unleash terrifying power with a single move.

The incarnation of the goddess of magic has arrived!

No wonder the aura in the castle had become so strange, as the entire castle had been incorporated into his divine domain.

Wren turned off his soul eye the moment he noticed something was wrong, so as not to blind his eyes by the backlash.

The Will to Truth also resisted the onslaught of the breath inadvertently released by the incarnation of the goddess.

At the same time, his mind remained calm and did not lose his bearings. TVmobile/

Wren saw a faint smile on her beautiful face, and could feel that the goddess incarnation had no ill will, so he entered the living room as if he were an old friend, walked in front of her, bowed and saluted:

"I've seen the lady. ”

At the same time, he politely bent down and stretched out his right hand.

It was a kiss between the nobles of the empire, and was usually used when men saw women as a sign of respect.

With Wren's current status, there are not many women who can let him kiss his hand, but this person in front of him can definitely afford it, and even, his actions are a little arrogant.

A slender and beautiful hand was raised in front of his eyes and rested on Wren's palm, and there was a feeling of warmth, which made his heart flutter, but on the surface it was very natural to lean down, kiss her on the back of her hand, and then let go.

Give another hundred dares, and he won't dare to kiss him.

Being able to touch the little hands of the goddess is enough to brag about it for a lifetime!

"Wren, you are the most daring mortal I have ever met, how dare you take advantage of a god. A tactful voice rings in my ears, with a hint of ethereal meaning, but it is indescribably good, and it is evocative to the brain.

"This is to express my highest respect for the lady. ”

Wren straightened up and met a pair of dark eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

Even without the Soul Eye, he could confirm that the Goddess of Magic was not angry, but rather a little appreciative of himself, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

There is also a detail that He calls Himself "Wren" and not a mortal.

Calling the name directly seems very kind.

This was the third god he had come into close contact with, probably the only one in the mortal world of Ehrenus, who knew something about the god's temper. They are high up, but they have their own joys, sorrows, and sorrows just like ordinary people, and the character of different gods usually depends on their priesthood.

The Goddess of Magic is known throughout the world for her tolerance, and she makes no secret of her preference for spellcasters, especially the wizards of the Empire.

This is clearly documented in the books.

In the Great Library of Wezeland, Wren found a book dedicated to the deeds of the Goddess of Magic in the mortal world, recording hundreds of people who had the privilege of meeting the Goddess of Magic, most of whom were the most gifted wizards.

In their mouths, the goddess of magic has in common the greatest thing that she has in common is tolerance and kindness, and then the supreme wisdom and brilliance, representing the truth of magic.

Even if someone accidentally contradicts the goddess and behaves presumptuously, He will not be angry.

Of course, this is a great deity after all, and when the vast majority of people face the gods, they are submissive and trembling, and some people can't even stand on their feet, and their ugliness is exposed.

Wren summed up the experience of these people and came to a conclusion.

That is, the goddess of magic is more appreciative of mortals who are brave and resourceful, and have far more wisdom than ordinary people, even if this person is not his own believer, he will show enough tolerance to treat the other person as his friend, and discuss magic and knowledge together.

He may be the one with the deepest magical knowledge in the world, but he is not omniscient, and there is much knowledge that He does not understand.

All in all, let the goddess of magic see her sparkle.

Wren knew very well why the goddess descended into an incarnation, and he must have read the plan he had written, and sensed the huge potential behind the plan.

He tried it a little, and sure enough, he confirmed the rumors.

The goddess of magic took a serious look at Wren, and Wren also took the opportunity to admire this existence admired by countless mortals, she was both beautiful and young, at first glance she was only in her early twenties, and her youth was infinite, and on closer inspection, she felt that she looked like a mature woman, and her smile was infinitely charming.

"Ma'am. Wren saluted again.

Mortal believers generally refer to the goddess of magic as "Lady Mystery", but when it comes to actually confronting Him, all they need to do is call her "Lady". It wasn't until she sat down again that he sat down across from him, very relaxed.

"Highest respect...... "Verjeestrian said lightly, "I can't tell you what respect you have for me from your past experiences. ”

She clasped her hands to her chest, outlining the thrilling ups and downs.

At the same time, the legs under the robe were folded, revealing a white and tender calf, and Wren realized that she was barefoot, but her face seemed to be smiling, and her tone was like interrogation. The meaning of her words is very clear, she has already done some research on Wren, or she has been paying attention to Wren for a long time.

This made Wren's heart skip a beat, and his eyes swept over her beautiful scenery quietly.

"Madame, my mother is your most devout devotee, she taught me from an early age to dedicate myself to Madame and to the greatest radiance of wisdom, and it is because of my mother's guidance that I have embarked on the path of pursuing magic. Wren said movingly: "In my eyes, there is no doubt that the lady is the greatest god in the world. ”

"Really?" said Vijestrian noncommittally, "when was the last time you prayed to me?"

"Uh......"

Wren was speechless.

The last time I prayed seemed to be half a month ago.

That night I rested in the Red Dragon Castle, and when I was taking a bath, I remembered it, so I prayed two sentences by the way, and I didn't even finish the prayer.

For the first two years, he had been wearing Loshi's "strife mark", and in order to wear away the mark, he would pray once a day, even two or three times, during that time. Later, when the mark was gone, he would pray only once every ten days and a half months, perfunctory.

Sometimes I put my faith behind me when I was busy, and I didn't pray for up to three months.

By the standards of believers, Wren is reluctant to even be a shallow believer, and if he is lazy, he can be classified as an unbeliever, and if he is taken by an abyss evil god, his soul after death may be dragged into the abyss.

Wren couldn't help but feel apprehensive, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Pray to me every day from now on. Vijeestrian admonished, and when she saw Wren nodding her head like a chicken pecking rice, she smiled with satisfaction, as if the previous question was just a joke. She shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, her fingers flicking out streamers, forming a stack of golden pages in the air between them.

It was the plan that Wren had written.

The pages of the book flipped quickly, and each page was filled with words.

"I have received what you asked Anthy Vodaus to pray for. The goddess of magic straightened up, her face becoming formal, "Whose idea was it for the Dragonborn to give up their faith in Bahamut?"

Wren replied truthfully, "This is Her Majesty Emilys' own thoughts. ”

"She has a heart. ”

Vijeestrid responded lightly, but Wren could see that the god was duplicitous.

From the time she proposed the plan, to ask for the help of the wizards of Weizeland, to the entire war process of landing in Congatro, she was watching from the sky, and she didn't know how many small movements she did in secret, and there was his shadow everywhere.

If he didn't want to make trouble, the Drogon Castle Dynasty would never have been restored so easily.

Emily proposed to convert, precisely guessing the goddess's intentions and deliberately pandering. Otherwise, He would not have seen this plan and immediately descended to himself in the incarnation.

"You can tell the Dragonborn Queen that I can accept her faith. Vijeestri said indifferently, "But the premise is that she must convert the beliefs of the people of the entire Duchy of Zogenburg within a hundred years, and she is not the only one. ”

"The gods of Bahamut and Congatro, she doesn't have to worry about it. ”

"You can just do it. ”

"If the Dragonborn Queen can execute well, I can give her a voter seat and make her my voice in Congartro. ”

The elect are God's chosen ones!

Wren was a little surprised, he had the impression that all the Goddess of Magic's chosen ones were spellcasters, with wizards being the majority, followed by mages, and a very small number of warlocks.

Emilys is a Dragonborn Apostle.

This transcendent profession casts spells with blood and instinct, and although it is very strong, it does not have a deep study of magical knowledge, and does not belong to the real caster, which is inconsistent with the teachings of the goddess of magic.

And He promised Emily the Chosen One, an absolutely great gift.

Wren hurriedly got up and said loudly, "I thank Madam for Emily's help." Rest assured, Madame, that in not a hundred years, but at most fifty years, the fifteen million people of the two principalities of Zhurgon and Augustus will surely offer their allegiance to Madame. ”

A smile appeared on Vijeestrid's face, clearly pleased with Wren's answer.

"Sit down. ”

"Now let's talk about you. ”

Wren sat down a little confused, and before he could sit down, he heard him continue, "Have you seen Ban Erkou?"

He almost jumped, his mind racing.

Who in the empire doesn't know that the goddess of magic is the most hostile to the black emperor Banerko, and the relationship between the two gods is complicated, and it is rumored that they were already enemies before they ascended to the gods.

Wren didn't dare to hide it, "Yes, I have seen His incarnation on the Plateau of Sain, how could the lady know?"

"Hmph. ”

Vijeestrid snorted coldly, her face frosty, but not against Wren, but because she thought of her most hated mortal enemy.

"I didn't know that, but when I saw you, I smelled the disgusting smell of Banrkor. She stared at Wren, "What did he give you?"

Wren was stared at by a god.

It's not because I'm afraid that the goddess of magic will do it to me, or because I'm worried that the other party will be angry with me, but because I have the most invisible thing in my head, that is, the mutated mobile phone. Although he turned off his mobile phone as soon as he discovered the identity of the goddess, with the power and divine power of the gods, if the mobile phone is exposed and attracts attention, it will be over.

"Ma'am, He gave me this. ”

Wren immediately took out the Iron Crown from the dimensional space to divert the other party's attention.

"For mortals, that's all he does. In order to make you take the bait and fall into his clutches, he is willing to give up so much divine power. Verjeestri had a look of surprise, and then a little relieved, "You didn't wear it?"

"I don't dare. Wren replied sincerely.

Yes, sometimes it takes more courage to refuse temptation. Verjestrand complimented, she looked at the Iron Crown on the table, her eyes flashing with disdain and hesitation, "You can keep it." ”

"Ma'am?" Wren was stunned.

"Destroying it will alert Banrko. Verjeestri sneered, "He must have set some kind of conspiracy trap for you with this Iron Crown, maybe he was waiting for me to take the bait." I'd like to see what he can do this time. ”

Wren heard it.

It's a wrestling between two powerful gods, and you're caught between them, falling victim to the struggle, like a goblin who breaks into a two-headed dragon and is doomed if you're not careful.

What does it have to do with me if you want to fight? Why do you want to pull yourself a weak mortal!

Wren resented in his heart, but he didn't dare to refuse.

Vijeestrid seemed to see Wren's thoughts, and smiled slightly, "Banrkor gives you the Iron Crown, and I won't be stingy, this is your reward." As she spoke, she took out a crystal bottle and floated gently in front of Wrende.

At this time, Wren did not have a soul eye, but he could see that there was a strange demon soul in the crystal bottle, and his eyes immediately widened.