Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 638 It’s all the same
Lowry really admires that senior who is good at making trouble.

Although it sounds simple, Amaunator, who could plot against Lansendal to such an extent in Toril, where all the enemies were except for the free Kasuth, was definitely very difficult to deal with.

However, Lori guessed that the senior probably first attacked the fate of the Goddess of Magic... Only if the turmoil in Toril was not serious enough to cause serious damage and a god willing to do dirty work was urgently needed to take the throne, the fish in troubled waters that Amaunator could catch would be so small.

He stared at the Cup of Life on the screen again and confirmed a slight confusion in his heart: the Cup of Life was probably no longer Amaunator's own regular water cup.

Although this thing is still in the shape of a cup, it does not absorb other energies and convert them into vitality as in the previous legends... instead, it stores things in the cup.

That's all human blood!

Although this kind of magic cup must have another space, the blood did not directly enter the cup, but when he did so, it would inevitably be contaminated with some breath.

Even if Amaunator could not give up the artifact of the past because he was not as powerful as before, he could not drink water from this cup again... This sun god has always looked down on mortals.

He can't be called a racist, but he only looks up to capable people. In his eyes, the rest are only fit to be slaves.

It is possible that something went wrong when he was plotting against Lansendell, and he might even have accidentally exposed his purpose.

Lansendar, the Lord of the Dawn of Toril, is a naughty ancestor who is arrogant and takes advantage of the world.

Lowry felt that even at his most mischievous, he didn't have half the skills of that guy.

If he finds out, the outcome will be dire.

Hmm... this hybrid creature hates the smell of ice dog shit so much... Could it be that Lansendel used this thing to store feces of something?
Lori suddenly touched his nose.

He suddenly remembered something.

The reason why he could easily enter the ice dog's lair was because this creature created by the Lord of Ice actually contained a trace of extremely thin dragon blood.

In the multiverse, another not very clean creature that can often be found around dragon lairs is called the Kobold.

Their filthy smell can drive humans into idiots, but the dragon closest to them can always ignore it.

This is not because the dragon blocked its extremely strong sense of smell.

Instead, any smell produced by dragon-like creatures would be filtered out by the diaphragm in their noses, leaving only the most important smell of information.

Although Lowry is a humanoid dragon, he still retains this characteristic.

So, don’t think that the dragons who live on the same mountain with the gnolls are unclean. The ones that smell disgusting are just outsiders who come to visit their mountain.

After all, the inside of his dragon cave was still very clean...the kobolds responsible for cleaning his cave had to wash themselves clean in the water before entering.

If you are an attentive person, you will notice that for dragons that like to raise dog-headed men, there must be flowing water next to the cave.

It is obvious that the gnolls are much more lethal than the kobolds, and they are the ones who will always be placed at the outermost group.

Because dragons can smell their stench.

Of course, one other thing is also certain.

That is, whether it is an ice dog or a dog-headed man, the reason why they stink so much is also related to dragon blood.

The physical characteristics of dragons ensure that they are clean, and even though they have strong heart power and extremely fast metabolism, it will not affect their own taste.

However, their body structures are similar to those of animals. After all, ice dogs and dog-headed men use large amounts of meat to satisfy their body needs, but they cannot change these defects.

Even because of the slight dragonization of their blood organs, the stench has some subtle similarities.

Lori took a deep breath and tried to suppress his colorful imagination... He was already suspecting that the reason this monster jumped out was because the cup of life, which served as a metronome, was too sensitive to a certain taste.

hateful!

Can't help it.

He really wanted to know where on earth Amaunator's beloved golden cup had been sent to, to end up like this!
Travis, who had analyzed everything with Ruth Kania in his spiritual sea, suddenly asked: "Lori, Ruth Kania asked you, is the cup of life smelly or fumigated?

What special information are you two communicating? Is there a difference between the two? "

Stinky... is the feeling of the general public.

Xun refers to the dragon's pheromones.

Ruth Kania should have also thought of the special nature of the ice dog's smell.

She must be very sensitive about this.

After all, the dragon blood on those ice dogs has nothing to do with her.

Lori thought about it and said, "It's more likely that he was smoked."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Travis wondered.

If this matter only concerned Lowry, he wouldn't have to know the truth.

But Travis didn't think he had the right to know the information that Ruth Kania could share with Lori.

"It's not really a secret." Lori thought for a moment and said, "But I can't tell it to you.

I guess Ruth Kania planned to tell you later, after all, this information was of no use to you before."

Travis understood immediately, it was a racial trait again, but it was the type that was not easy for a lady to say. It was normal for Ruth Kania not to tell him.

He immediately laughed: “Then I just need to know the result, Ruth doesn’t need to tell me so much.

There is no difference between her knowing and my knowing.”

Lori glanced at him and said, "You seem to be much more relaxed recently."

It was obvious that the road he was going to take from now on would be much more difficult than the previous hundred years.

Travis spread his hands and smiled relaxedly: “But, Lori, I have no responsibilities anymore!

The feeling of just being responsible for yourself is really different.”

Lori frowned slightly, a little puzzled: "Aren't there still so many people following you?"

"It's different, Lori." Travis shook his head, "Country and family are responsibilities that cannot be neglected at all.

But those subordinates who know what I am going to do but still follow me are either one with me or want to take a big gamble.

But, they are all people who know what they are about to face.

I don’t need to lead them forward with ignorant expectations.”

He looked at Lori seriously: "Isn't this how you lived before?"

Lori said, not understanding why: "I don't have any budding ambitions here."

"But your men all know that if they want a peaceful life, they can just follow you." Travis laughed, "It's all the same.

They can't then later complain that there's no future in following you.

Those behind me cannot think it is my fault just because they die halfway.

No regrets on this move! Lowry."

"That's right." Lori still felt something was wrong, but he didn't care about what Travis's men thought, so he didn't bother to think about it. "As long as you like it."

Travis couldn't help but glance at him.

“Hahahahaha!” Ruth Kania burst into laughter in his spiritual sea, “It’s a wonder that Lori would pay any attention to you!”

"It's so difficult!" Travis sighed helplessly, "He really has no curiosity at all, and he doesn't have any desire."

"Lori is a wizard!" Luskania said after she had laughed enough. "Unless he encounters an obstacle on his path to becoming a wizard and has to stop and look at the scenery elsewhere, he will not be attracted by worldly desires at all."

"It's not like I don't know a standard mage." Travis snorted, "Arsalan is the mage with the simplest worldly desires I've ever seen.

But he wouldn't be as cold as Lowry.

You, is there something you didn't tell me?"

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago? His bloodline is quite special." Luscania replied impatiently, "He is born to love gold, silver and jewelry, not those things that are full of desire."

"Gold, silver and jewelry are not desires?" Travis asked back.

"You are just making up excuses." Luscania replied coldly, "That is the instinct of a dragon. What does it have to do with desire?"

Travis was speechless for a moment, suddenly not knowing how to respond to such a righteous answer.

Fortunately, the monster on the screen that had been setting fire crazily showed some new movements.

"He finally realized that something was wrong!" Travis said with great admiration.

If you are a bit normal, you won't launch a group attack when the shield wall on the opposite side is so stable.

No matter how high the damage of fire spells is, the single attack with the same mana must be stronger!
Otherwise, who would study single attack?

But the monster was very persistent in setting up the wall of fire, trying to drain all the mana of Mal and Komlan.

Of course, it may be because he himself has never had this experience, so he has no idea how terrifying it is to have someone who can take energy replenishing potions according to the timing of the drug resistance.

Even for Travis, he can only pinch as much as his minimum mana bottom line, instead of just drinking as long as he still has mana.

That thing is really expensive!
Even if there is a wizard who can make this kind of potion around Travis, it still requires resources and mana!

Even if he was a king, he couldn't let his followers waste his mana in vain.

Every bite is money!

But if someone else was there, it would not have taken so long to determine that the war of attrition was meaningless.

After all, the shields in Mal and the others' hands never glowed dimly from the beginning...even after they had held them for nearly an hour, the light did not waver at all.

It is conceivable how confident they are about the amount of medicine they have.

"Lori, how long can... Mal and the others hold on?" Travis tapped Lori's shoulder and asked cautiously.

"Why do you ask such a self-humiliating question?" Ruth Kania in his spiritual sea made a strange voice.

(End of this chapter)