Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 757 Armies Who Came Without Bringing Anything

Watching Katarina finally land like a missile, dizzy even though she didn't explode, and the pitiful swan boat that looked like it was about to fall apart, Lowry suddenly smiled.

AO, do you dare to put something good that can hook up with the strong in some hidden corner of Toril?

Although the undead can't use anything, they can take anything!
Moreover, the things they handed over, especially the strange objects from the evil side, were all given to Shar, who seemed to understand everything at a glance.

Although AO is relatively lenient with his two daughters, he can't possibly let them know everything about his schemes!
Who knows how much destruction Shar can cause in there!

Although the High God Toril had used Shar a few times in the past, he always did so cautiously by sending out a message and simultaneously arranging for another god to take the lead.

He dared not place all his hopes on Shar.

After all, Shar's goals and what he wanted were not on the same page.

And Shar, who only respects him and has no fear of him, is absolutely capable of doing things that she knows AO doesn't want her to do.

AO can only try to elevate his covert schemes to a higher level.

The gods of other worlds are probably in for a rough time.

Lowry genuinely thinks this result is great.

Why always use the bloodshed and calamities of the human world as a backdrop for the ascension of a certain deity?

Does that mean that once the gods like Toril set foot in the stars, they would learn to care for humanity?

Totally impossible.

The harsher the environment and the more tragic the sights, the less a person who becomes a god will care.

They just think that's how humans are destined to be.

Indeed, there are flowers that bloom amidst hardship... but AO cannot cultivate them.

The kindest god he could raise was the Silver Moon Serene, who would easily bring about the destruction of an entire city.

Therefore, Lowry truly believes that the next two hundred years will undoubtedly be the safest time for Toril.

The main problem was that he couldn't determine the origins of the undead, or how long the game they were 'playing' would last.

We can only try to think in the short term.

What if it's a world where everyone's a gamer?
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Armies, standing in the Wind-Howling Labyrinth, is carefully tending to the seasick Countess.

Logically speaking, a level 16 Grand Knight should not be prone to seasickness.

But who could blame Karix for being so excited by his flattery!

Lord Destroyer exerted all his strength, delivering the object to its most precise landing point at almost the maximum speed required to ambush the material plane.

It crashed straight down.

Ezra, who wins by physical strength, is alright... Of course, he won't show it even if he's in pain.

Bowen had an eggshell-like protective shell on his body. Although he was bound by the restraints and bounced a dozen times, he was not affected in any way.

Only the Countess, who was trying to protect Pearl from the middle, was most affected.

“Mom…” Pearl was extremely sad.

She was really not affected at all.

Persephone's awakening has gradually led to the deification of her body.

"Why that expression?" The countess, finally recovering, sat up straight. "Just because you say you're fine, does that mean I can ignore you?"

Besides, I was just caught off guard for a moment.

But the grains you gave me earlier were very helpful; I could feel the energy spreading through my body.

"Would you like some water, Mother?" Armies carefully took out a small silver pot.

"Take it back!" the Countess shouted sternly.

Almes paused for a moment, then put the beautiful silver pot inlaid with turquoise back into his storage ring.

Then he realized, "Mom, this isn't Greek."

It's a unique item that I commissioned Lowry to make specifically for me.

Otherwise, one cannot easily replenish water in the noisy tunnel; one can only do so by finding an area with normal gravity.

Even in a windless area, a noisy tunnel is still terrifying.

The only result of taking the water out is that it will dry immediately.

Those who come here to take risks usually bring some water droplets or ice particles in case of emergency.

However, biting into these water droplets directly in your mouth feels extremely uncomfortable, like falling into a river and not being able to close your mouth.

And the small ice particles are even worse... Most people's dimensional pockets don't have a vacuum insulation effect.

The small ice particles that never melt are either magically formed or, in a less desirable way, fragments of ancient ice.

There was some moisture, but the chill to the bone was far greater. Given the chance, adventurers would still seek out areas with true gravity to replenish their food and drinks.

Armies certainly had ways to find these places, but he didn't intend for his parents to have to wait until then, so he never reminded them of these things.

However, Ezra and his wife, both former soldiers, along with Bowen, had clearly made prior preparations.

Not only did he eat enough magical food to last for several days, but he also barely drank any water, only replenishing it when he was sure that Katarina was also eating and drinking.

Armies wouldn't say much in such a place.

He knew his parents were very reluctant to cause him trouble.

Even if these are trivial matters, which Armes would willingly endure, it is still unacceptable.

So, only now has he taken out his specially made water bottle, which he had carefully prepared.

The Countess pursed her lips: "Did Lori choose this for you?"

Armies hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It was me. I chose the design myself."

Perhaps because Lori already knew his identity, Armies lowered his guard somewhat and directly chose his favorite design... a very standard Greek silver ewer inlaid with gold and jewels.

The Countess smiled gently: "Since you like it, you can use it at home from now on."

Don't make it so you have to be so careful even in your own home.

Now, there's no need for that anymore, right?
However, I overreacted just now, please don't take it to heart.

“Mother, it’s all for my sake, how could I think that way?” Armes replied gently. “Don’t worry, Mother. I didn’t bring any of those things from the past into this world, including Hermes’ artifacts.”

"Well...well..." The Countess stammered twice, still unable to convince herself, "Then we should still bring it, right? Safety is the most important thing!"

“Hermes doesn’t have his own artifacts, unlike Athena,” Armes laughed. “His mother was a forest nymph who had no interest in worldly affairs, so everything he has is a gift from Zeus.”

It works, but it's useless.

The Countess couldn't help but sigh.

Anyone who has worked understands what this means.

Just like the seals she held when she was in charge of the army, and those powerful siege tools.

She didn't own the property at all, and she couldn't choose for herself; she had to use whatever was given to her.

Even though she felt she preferred the group next door.

However, it's alright once you get used to it.

But if she didn't like it, she didn't like it. When she left the army and returned all those things, she didn't feel much attachment.

"You...not even a little bit?" Ezra couldn't hold back any longer. "For so many years, you didn't give yourself anything..."

He swallowed his next words after a sharp glare from the Countess, but couldn't help muttering, "There has to be some fun to pass the time! Otherwise, how can we get by?"

“I am very good at music.” Armies smiled. “I invented the seven-stringed lyre.”

However, all the seven-stringed lyre in this world can be transformed into magical artifacts with my blessing.

I am the seven-stringed lyre itself.

Ezra suddenly realized: "Oh~ I knew it~ Baby Spider..."

Then Bowen elbowed him, interrupting his words.

The Countess glared at her instantly.

How could she reveal the magic her son had never used in public before!

Ezra was a complete idiot! A loudspeaker!

Ezra clutched his ribs in pain: "Ouch! It hurts so much! I know..."

Armies glanced at his father's hand, which was completely misplaced, and tactfully steered the conversation back on track: "Mom, don't worry that I'll completely give up all my interests just because I want a new life."

Those are all paths I've walked.

What I don't want is the burden of responsibility and emotion that Hermes carries.

But that doesn't mean I'm giving up all the wealth I've worked so hard to earn over the years.

However, some of these things came from the blessings of Zeus, from the harvest of Mount Olympus, and even... from the offerings of the Greek people.

I can't take those with me.

Only Hermes could use that.

It is also Hermes' best tombstone.

It is a portrait of the life of the celestial son who went from being a shepherd to a god of eloquence.

(End of this chapter)