There are a few changes, and I'll come back in half an hour.

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Glenn had to make a choice to avoid an almost tragic end, unfortunately his master was not the kind of spellcaster who would study spells, copy scrolls, or teach his disciples in his tower, but rather a passion for travel and adventure, Cremar had dark eyes, sometimes as lifeless as the dead, sometimes as innocent as a child, the only thing in common was that they were always greedy, they were like a never-ending sea, seemingly calm but in fact surging。

The Otherworldly Soul glanced at Gülen, he had also heard about the relationship between Gülen and Meimi, the two men and women had recently become unusually intimate and simple, as an Otherworldly Soul who had lived for nearly thirty years in a plane that required both men and women to remain physically and mentally one, both legally and morally (at least during mutual interaction or the continuation of marriage), this state made it feel pleasant and comfortable, to be honest, although there was no lack of the existence of many women and one man and many men and one woman in its scattered memories, they could barely endure it when it was a curiosity or an exception, but here, a woman was actually only because she was Flo's priestIt has to live like a cheap prostitute, which makes it so uncomfortable.

- Do you really think so?, the former undead suddenly said, but I don't think so, my cohabitants, they are on the verge of extreme danger, especially Memmy - perhaps you should remind Gülen that his mother was an expelled Flor priest, and he knew what would happen to a priest who turned his back on Flor.

- But emotions are hard to control, argues the otherworldly soul, who from the bottom of his heart feels that Glenn and Memmy are indeed a natural and happy enemy, although they do not make their relationship clear. But the lich's cohabitants were pleased with the change, Glenn was no longer so gloomy and reticent, and Mame was no longer so mean and presumptuous—to the otherworldly soul, he thought the latter was even more radiant and cheerful than she thought she had fallen in love with Baldwin, and she probably didn't realize it. When she gave her love to Baldwin, she was humble, humble, she knelt at Balwin's feet, too low for the former paladins to see her eyes, but when she and Gülen were together, they were equals, Gülen didn't have to hide her jet-black hands in front of Memi, and Mame didn't have to pretend that she was as pure as snow, they couldn't just see each other's bright surfaces. You can also see the filthy and filthy heart, drink blood wine mixed with fresh lamb's blood together, and tell some crude and low-grade jokes and stories, and you can enjoy yourself anywhere without avoiding people's eyes and words.

- The lich gave only a slight sneer.

- Is there no way to do it?, the soul of the other world asked.

- Yes, the lich replied cheerfully.

――Can you tell us?

- Replace Flo as the god of love and lust, the lich said slowly, so that you can revise the original doctrine - you can tell your priests. They can also marry men and reproduce like ordinary women. And then......

- And then?

-- And then you'll find that your pastor has run out overnight. Your temple is in ruins, your power is diminishing, and there are few believers left, and as a god, you will die in a hundred years. The Godhead is shattered, the Divine Fire is extinguished, and what remains of your divine body will become a giant reef in the Sea of Chaos, if there is a god or human interested in your priesthood. This ending may be a little earlier.

-- But......

-- Flo's doctrine is already considered gentle and merciful among the gods, and any violation of the doctrine, even if you are just an ordinary believer, will be judged as a hypocrite, let alone a priest who follows the gods? Her priests are disobedient, for it means that their faith is flawed or even rebellious, and it will shake the foundations of their power, as I said before, the priests and believers who indulge themselves are dead, their names have been lost to the river of time, their temples have been reduced to a pigsty of slaves, and their will will will never be carried out by a single person. It would be more correct to say that this is not death, but death, you see, more pathetic than some human beings, because for those who come after them, they do not exist, they did not exist, they did not exist now, and they will not exist in the future.

So, if you don't want to see something you don't want to see, the lich continues, you'd better make a difference, and I suggest you choose Gülen, the icy waters of the Far North Sea will still clear his mind.

The Otherworldly Soul sighed, it didn't think it would be a pleasant job at all, and what do you want him to say, Gülen wasn't so obvious right now, he gave Mei Mi expensive gifts, he didn't forget to leave a silver coin every time he spent the night, he didn't stop the other men from entering Mei Mi's room, could it still go over and tell him that he had better change the bed? That would be a little too stupid.

- Wait, the spirit of the other world said, we're going to the Far North Sea, right, Kerry Ben said, even if the god of fate keeps smiling at us, it will take us almost a year, maybe a year from now, Meimi has found another boy worthy of her liking?

- The lich "looked" at it, and who told you that Plum would be left here?

The otherworldly soul flicked in surprise, for some reason, its body had gained a lot of weight in addition to being more solid, and it had seen the sea no longer like a translucent fish, but like a jellyfish or an enraged pufferfish, and the lich thought that if he could, it would be a good shape to use as a cushion on his favorite bone chair.

- Memmy is also going with us?, the otherworldly soul who doesn't know that she has become a cushion reserve asks in surprise, but she's just a priest of Flo?!

- You have something in your plane called an adventure novel or a game, where the former undead don't answer questions, and in general, novels and games tend to have a main character, and the protagonist will gradually gather his teammates around him. Mages, thieves, priests, archers, warriors, etc., etc., and then they can start their adventures. Okay, tell me, have you ever seen a supporting character in a novel or game jump out and say, sorry, I'm too fragile and incompetent, so I refuse to participate in the next adventure, yes? maybe, but this character loses the need for his existence. There will be no ridiculous good life waiting for him, and he will meet either death or a more tragic end than death......

Don't you think, my dear cohabitant, since we left the Sea of Chaos, no, since I stepped into the astral plane, and you were dragged into this plane, hasn't there been an invisible hand that has been pushing us in the direction we set? Instead of sitting here and discussing how to snatch a legacy of a metal dragon from a group of red-robed warlocks that may have long since disappeared.

If there is still a context to Birdwin's affairs, then Gülen. How many times will the fingers of fate have to pluck the threads of silk to make him meet us, first he must escape Drake's revenge, escape the curse of Kranvo, the god of death, escape the noose of the new Norman king, escape the axes and minions of the orcs...... So many coincidences, so many opportunities. And just so that he could meet us, so that we can see what follows, that he should have been killed by the new king, or imprisoned forever - for example. Poured red-hot lead water into the iron box containing him, or there were other methods and places of detention, but no, they let him appear to us again, and we fled together, in that little village, in that damned underground swamp, it was he who stole the all-important dimensional bag from the waist of a half-dragon, half-devil, what was in this dimensional bag? Even if the half-dragon had been struck by our spells, Glenn was only a human, and even if he were a brilliant and brilliant thief, he would have been able to survive unscathed.

You should feel familiar, my idiot, in the game you once played, the identity of the half-dragon is an NPC, and his dimensional bag is the item that can be picked up, and the dragon grammar book in the dimensional bag is the condition for triggering the next mission, and you, and me, are the characters, the manipulated characters, and we have no right to choose, because no matter how many forks in the road we take, we will eventually take the designated path- And the people around us, Carey Ben, Glenn too, Berdwin and Leona, and Memmy is no exception, you may not want to believe it, but you can try it and see if the final result will be changed.

- But Memi is not strong, she can't even compare to Leona.

- It's not for her or you or me to decide, and the lich said coldly, I won't interfere with your decision, because I also want to see if your power can change the story that has already been written.

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"It's going to be cold today. ”

"Why," Ostal asked, "is it because autumn is too hot?"

"Isn't it?" said Gersh, "and everything is balanced, and when autumn is hot, winter is colder, the deer are gone, the wolves are starving, and the days are as bright as the nights are dark." ”

The orcs had a bitter spring, a sad summer, and possibly a hungry autumn, and a bleak winter—in the spring, because they had not been able to get enough food and slaves from Thundercastle, they had to trade all the things that the human traders would be interested in for jerky and wheat, and the hateful human merchants had to rob them of their gems because they had broken so many soldiers' relationships in the battle of Thundercastle, and the hateful human traders had robbed them of their gems. When it came to gold and pyroxene, they couldn't even bother with a sufficient number of orcs to deter and stealthily rob them, they could only watch as the human army was laden with deep ruts in the solid ground and left calmly - leaving only the barely subsistence food and emaciated slaves of the Orcs, which had been inspected and selected at the insistence of Gersh, before the human merchants had mixed sand with wheat and stuffed mud in the jerky, even the slaves they had sent. With the epidemic with the epidemic all. With the epidemic with the epidemic all. With the plague with the plague

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Today's winter will be cold. ”

"Why," Ostal asked, "is it because autumn is too hot?"

"Isn't it?" said Gersh, "and everything is balanced, and when autumn is hot, winter is colder, the deer are gone, the wolves are starving, and the days are as bright as the nights are dark." ”

The orcs had a bitter spring, a sad summer, and possibly a hungry autumn, and a bleak winter—in the spring, because they had not been able to get enough food and slaves from Thundercastle, they had to trade all the things that the human traders would be interested in for jerky and wheat, and the hateful human merchants had to rob them of their gems because they had broken so many soldiers' relationships in the battle of Thundercastle, and the hateful human traders had robbed them of their gems. When gold and pyroxene were met, they could not even bother to deter and plunder them with a sufficient number of orcs, and they could only watch as the human army was loaded with deep ruts in the solid ground and calmly departed - leaving only the barely subsistence food of the orcs and the emaciated slaves, which had been inspected and selected at the insistence of Gersh, before the human merchants had mixed sand with wheat and stuffed mud in the jerky, and even the slaves they sent were plagued.

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They couldn't even bother to deter and plunder them with a sufficient number of orcs, and they could only watch as the human army was loaded with deep ruts in the solid ground and left calmly - leaving only the barely subsistence food of the orcs and the emaciated slaves, which had been inspected and selected at the insistence of Gersh, before the human merchants had mixed sand with wheat and stuffed mud with jerky, and even the slaves they sent were carrying the disease.

――――(To be continued.) )