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On the outer walls of the minaret, layers of runic spell seals are perfectly integrated into the floating murals, and it is impossible for any mortal who has not lit the fire to distinguish them from the murals depicting the exploits of the gods.

Somewhere in the tower, there was a woman's accommodation.

The whole room is covered with crimson brocade embellished with gold flowers, and the light stripes and faint fragrance always tell the skill and identity of the maker.

The Flower Elves, a race long since perished with the fall of the goddess Sif, are the best weavers and the best craftsmen.

In the recess of the room, there was a chair-shaped object with several swords flowing with a faint halo.

The scabbard is gilded, hollow patterned, and the hilt is inlaid with dazzling gemstones, like dewdrops, like rain tears.

A glass lamp hung from the ceiling, its shape and color were charming, and the light inside was not an alchemical circle, but a true flame cut from the sun.

Trampled under the feet is an ankle-down, Carvel-Roman-style carpet made of Golden Fleece, a specialty of the Goddess of the Bright Moon during the ancient gods, and the weavers are still flower elves, and only their dexterous hands are worthy of such materials.

This is the kingdom of the "god of planting and growth" Lilokaman, and it is full of connotations that make other gods jealous.

However, such a luxurious abode did not belong to Rilokaman, whose dormitory was a large hall next to a tower, which he had built for his beloved.

Shiny black leather boots stepped over the soft carpet and stood in front of Karelia.

The lady, who was still in deep thought, raised her forehead and smiled at her lover.

Like the valley blooming with a lotus, like a goddess descending into the mortal world, it is beautiful and incomprehensible.

"You're here, hehehe, you still look good here. ”

Karelia's voice is like a mountain spring beating on the pebbles, crisp, agile and refreshing.

The lover's ridicule left Rilo Carman speechless.

Although his body is not an old figure like the incarnation, but a heroic and extraordinary prime of life, there is not much difference between him and the incarnation in terms of dress—coarse linen clothes and straw sandals.

This agricultural dress is obviously not suitable for meeting beautiful women, so every time he comes, he will change into a solemn dress.

It is precisely based on this that Karelia will make fun of her lover's clothes from time to time.

"Nereno is in, and you'll be able to get out of this damn place soon. ”

There was uncontrollable excitement and a slight imperceptible madness in Rilokaman's words, and he was completely unsteady as before.

"I think it's nice to live here, but at least it took a lot of effort. ”

The woman's slender fingers gently brushed her lover's cheek, and the jewel-like eyes softened the softness of the gold.

"No matter how good a place is, you will get tired of living in it for tens of thousands of years, but it's okay, you can see the outside world in no time. ”

Rilokaman stroked Karelia's sky-blue hair, and the expression between his brows was full of pity and pity.

"It's enough to be by your side, but what's the boredom. ”

Karelia didn't ignite the divine fire, and tens of thousands of years were enough time for any mortal life to wither away in time, but she was still alive and well, just like the day the two first met.

The tower has cut off time, and in this way, the beauty that has tarnished the stars has been preserved to the present day.

Every time he saw his lover's smiling face, the tired Rilokaman felt that everything he had paid was worth it.

"Will he go the way we imagined?"

Even after many discussions, Karelia was still a little uncertain about the subsequent development of the matter.

"Of course, he can't escape the temptation to be promoted to a powerful priesthood such as 'record' or 'history', so he will surely die. ”

"But ......"

"You don't understand, my dear," Rilokaman patted his lover on the back and said with relief, "The priesthoods of 'civilization' and 'knowledge' are too grand, and whoever chooses dies, and the related priesthoods of 'recording' or 'history'...... Hmph, is it really good-natured that Lord Jaeger is good-natured?"

"Lord of Death?" Karelia was a little puzzled, "What does this have to do with His Highness Jaeger?"

Rilokaman did not solve his lover's doubts, even in his own kingdom of God, he did not want to talk too much about the right and wrong of death.

After a pause, he continued to explain his plan: "I will try my best to persuade the other Crowns to let go of their control over the Temple of Knowledge and give Nelenor the most room to develop." ”

"Unlike the other gods, Nereno has no background, and in order to get enough self-promotion as soon as possible, that guy will definitely vigorously promote the spread of magical knowledge among the common people. ”

"At that point, mages will no longer be a scarce profession, after all, there is already a large enough population base to support it. ”

"Do you think he'll continue to develop civilian mages?"

"Why not?"

"Because ......" Karellia stopped talking, and after a while, she said the basis of her guess under Rilo Kaman's encouraging gaze: "Hasn't he suffered enough from a civilian mage, the benefits are completely disproportionate to the pay, and this is simply destroying his foundation for gaining a foothold in the Star Boundary in the future!"

"Thy wisdom shines as brightly as thy beauty, my dear. Rilokaman teased.

"Whew-"

The coquettish Karelia took a sip of her unorthodox lover, and her fair face flushed.

"I'm going to create a sense of urgency for him," Rilokaman continued, recovering his seriousness, "and he had no choice, because he didn't know that the path he had chosen was a dead end!"

"So what should I do?"

There was also a rare eagerness in the lady's voice, and it was clear that this life of life and death was not as good as she described it to her lover.

"Wait!"

"When?"

"Wait until he completes the promotion of magical knowledge, and wait until he is killed by the backlash brought about by promotion!"

"At that time, it was the opportunity for you to become a god!"

"Divine ......"

"Don't worry, I've already prepared everything, as long as the time comes, you will become a god with the two priesthoods of 'magic' and 'knowledge', and at that time, medium divine power will definitely not be your end. ”

"Then why has no one ever used the priesthood of 'magic' to become a god?"

"Didn't I say that the base number of mages is still too small, and the relevant basic knowledge has not been widely disseminated, and the condensed 'recognition' is still far from the level of helping the gods to resolve the rules. ”

"Then I'm ......"

"Nereno will do it all for you, Your Majesty the Goddess of Magic, Carrelia. ”