In the following month, Penny didn't know what was going on in the outside world, and could only vaguely judge that a large number of troops from the righteous camp were gathering in the south, and the military forces in the Netherworld City had begun to move frequently, and perhaps a large-scale war would break out in the near future.

After a month of meditation and insight, Penny also gained some understanding of the arcane rituals above the Netherworld—it would take another month or two for the corrosive curse against the outer layers of the source to fully take effect. At that time, Mystra's divine power would be attenuated to its lowest point ever due to the malaise of the Source Sea.

Penny was already clearly aware that the source power of the world was becoming more and more unstable.

Whenever he thought about this, Penny couldn't help but sigh that perhaps the Prophet Imaskar was right - even if Mystra wanted to stop Shar's actions, it would be a difficult thing to do at this time.

In the space of a month or two, the electors of Mystra may not be able to muster an army strong enough to storm the Netherworld.

After all, considering the traffic conditions of this era and the harsh environment of the Enook Desert, if you want to shoot down the Yin Ghost City floating high in the sky, it is not enough to have a large number of people.

At this time, the surname Panneso no longer cared about this real big thing, and focused all his energy on the Key of Isil Aaron, as long as he broke through Beria's mental defense, then it would be easy to get the whereabouts of the Key of Isil Aaron, so he concentrated on playing the role of a Yin Arcane scholar who was good at storytelling, and every day between the library, the Arcane Hall, and the temple, the pace of life was extremely simple, even when he was an apprentice in Serge, his life was not so monotonous.

Occasionally, he would try to speed up the process within his control, such as today when he told two more stories to Alexia, causing Belia to wait outside for an extra moment, which caused the wizard to see Belia's expression very ugly when he walked out of the arcane hall, until the wizard walked out of the arcane hall, she was still staring at the door, as if she saw Alexia sitting inside through the door panel and the wall.

The wizard stood silently beside her until she turned an inexplicable gaze to him, "Are you telling her a story?"

"Yes. Looking at the gloom on Beria's face, the wizard's heart skipped a beat, but he forcibly suppressed the discomfort.

"I see...... "Beria nodded stiffly and said no more.

Today's story sounded a little jerky, Beria hung her head slightly as usual, her fingers slid up and down the armrest of her chair, she didn't pay attention to the content of the story, but noticed that the man's words were no longer as smooth as the previous days, and seemed a little forced.

This discovery made her heart flutter.

Is it time for the story to be finished?

Her heart thumped, and her right hand squeezed the arm of the chair tightly, making a squeak—I don't know if it was bone or wood.

When he can't tell a story, kill him.

Her empty gaze fell on the Arcane Scholar's face, and her mind kept recalling the past month, only to find that she couldn't bring up the slightest murderous intent in any way.

Why is this happening?

The difficulty of breathing forced her to hold her chest, tilt her head and breathe deeply.

Kill him, kill him, kill him...... He has no more stories, no more stories, no more stories...... No...... I don't know when, the story is over, she took a deep breath again, looked down at the Arcane Scholar, and whispered, "Tell one more." ”

She sensed the anticipation in her tone.

As long as he has the next story, she won't kill him...... The stories of the past month kept pouring out of her mind, the emotions that made her want to stop...... It's not just a little sentimental...... She didn't want to kill this man.

At this moment, she sadly found herself compelled to admit it.

"No...... Ms. Mayer. ”

When she heard the ghost man's words, she felt sick.

She asked incredulously, "What?"

"No, Ms. Mayil, I ...... Not a person who is good at making up stories. Penny smiled sheepishly, "Stories from anecdotes from all over the world...... That's all......"

In fact, he doesn't remember many stories from his previous life, plus some interesting legends he has heard in this life, and there are not many goods in his stomach.

What's more, even if he knew more, he couldn't go on...... A month or two later, Sazastan has resurrected Pendrim and is ready to re-create.

If you don't have time to grind foreign workers, you have to solve it quickly.

He looked at Beria Mayer and knew that this struggle was taking place in the hearts and minds of women voters.

Through her nervous and hesitant expression, the wizard knew that victory and defeat were in Beria's thoughts.

Although he was sure of victory, he also had to take the risk of possible defeat.

Kill?...... Don't kill?

"Really?" Beria said in a sluggish tone, as if absent-mindedly asking again.

The Arcane Scholar was silent.

Silent...... Penny could clearly hear the dull breathing of both sides and the sound of his own pounding heartbeat.

Beria's expression was filled with despair for a moment, and the weakness exposed in the past ten days seemed to crush her reason in an instant.

She trembled and raised her hand to her forehead.

As if the unbreakable contradiction was accumulated in her heart, she sighed: "Tell me anything, or start again, the story of Snow White, right...... It starts with this story......"

Beria said this slowly, raised his head and took a long breath, as if a boulder heavier than a thousand pounds had been removed from his chest.

She really couldn't kill him.

She thought with some resignation that this man had completely penetrated into her weakness.

"You ......" When Penny finished telling four stories and was about to leave, Beria raised his hand, as if he had something to say, and quickly put it down, sighed, and waved his hand to let the wizard go.

Penny did not stop and slowly walked away from the temple, and Beria looked at his back and sighed until his mood turned into darkness.

This emotion was an ordinary mood for her.

She remembered that this gloomy mood had always seemed to paint her mind a thick dark gray, but she didn't feel any discomfort, only that when someone showed her a brighter color, it illuminated the gloom of the background.

How could she have wiped those bright colors with her own hands?

Raising the corner of her eyes slightly, she noticed that someone appeared in the room at some point, and was about to sit down on that chair:

"You're troubled, Beria. ”

Beria's eyes flashed, and with a wave of his hand, the chair disappeared without a trace, and the person who was sitting up sat empty, and when he was about to sit on the ground, his posture stiffened, and he was fixed in the air, and the face of the ghost looked at Beria with a strange expression: "Belia, you don't seem to welcome me?"

"How so? Beria looked at Revaran Tanshur and said in a light tone: "You are welcome to visit here, but you can't sit on that chair just now...... Let's use this one......"

A more ornate chair appeared on the other side.

Revaran's expression changed, and he seemed a little embarrassed, but he quickly returned to normal and sat down on the chair, staring at the empty place that had almost made him sit just now: "Uh...... Sir Mayer, you seem to have some bad feelings for that ghost......"

"Not good? I think it's good. Beria gave Ryvaran a strange look, "Besides, it's my private business, Lord Ryvaran. ”

There was a cold air in the cold tone of the water, vaguely dissatisfied.

"I'm just strange that there will be a compatriot who can put you up for a month, I remember that the former temple apprentices who wanted to serve you, the one who supported you the longest, was driven away by you in only fifteen days, Mayil, so it seems that this compatriot is really not a simple person......" Revaran smiled meaningfully, "A mid-level arcanist who has just been promoted and is still sorting through books in the library......"

"Perhaps, it seems that I need to repeat, His Excellency Bishop Revalan Tanshur. Beria strengthened his tone: "This is my private matter. ”

"Your Excellency Mayer, you have no personal affairs!" Revaran Tanshur frowned, although he said something that should be said in an emphatic tone, but his tone was unhurried, and with a pleasant voice, it didn't sound harsh, but the dark current hidden in it made this sentence sound cold: "Don't forget your identity, you are the one chosen by my lord, the messenger of her will to carry out her will on this land!

Beria Mayil gasped violently.

The Yin Prince's words made her unable to find a reason to refute.

"Your every move will affect the future of the development of our entire church, you are involved in thousands of believers and Your Majesty's influence in this world, Mayer, your life has long since lost to you, so what is the private matter?" Revaran Tanshur frowned, and continued to rebuke in that cold tone: "Especially now, Your Majesty's great plan is advancing, and the great battle to capture the Heart of the Spell is about to begin!" In such a tense time, each of us must give our all and there must be no slackness, Your Excellency Beriameil!"

"I keep that in mind. Beria's expression was instantly serious: "I am willing to give everything for Your Majesty, and I have not slackened at any time!"

"But that ghostly man has put me and Your Majesty in danger, Mayel. Revaran Tanshur narrowed his narrow eyes: "Your weaknesses have been mastered, and many superfluous things have appeared in your heart that His Majesty does not need, all thanks to that man!"

"I ......" Beria opened his mouth to defend himself, but was quickly stopped by Révaran Tanshur in a stormy tone: "Don't think that it is useless for the future, many of His Majesty's faithful apostles have turned away from His Majesty's teachings for similar reasons, not to mention that this man has become your weakness, if she stands against us, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"No!" Beria stood up excitedly: "He's a ghost man!"

"I have several brothers who are ghostly people, hmph! You know which ones~ including Hajhorna. Revaran Tanshur shrugged.

Beria breathed violently, his chest fell together, and he raised his hand to press his forehead.

"What do you want?" she asked in a low voice, calming down.

"Kill him, Your Majesty demands his death!" Revaran Tanshur's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"It couldn't be, he just told me a few stories. Beria panicked: "What's more, I'm closer to Your Majesty than you, why haven't I received her edict?"

"Now it's me closer. Revaran shook his head: "This is Your Majesty's test for you......"

Beria sat back in her chair and bit her lower lip tightly.

It was no longer possible for her to kill him herself.

Now she knows this very well.

"Well, you didn't pass the test. After a long time, Revaran Tanshur sighed: "But it doesn't matter, you can still be your chosen one, Your Majesty has forgiven you." ”

Beriameil opened his eyes blankly, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, did Revaran Tanshur come here to warn him?

How could His Majesty forgive her so easily?For the untested believer, Beria knew how tragic the fate was, because she had stood out from the trials when she was a child...... Wrong!

An astonishing sensitivity made her stand up and shout in the direction Revaran had left, "Wait! what are you going to do?"

Revaraan's figure flickered twice, and vanished not far from the door.

Beria rushed out quickly.

(To be continued)