Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 774 The Strange Mask

“It’s a bit funny to say that,” Almer said with a smile, “but Mom can think about it the other way around.”

Persephone was originally the image of Pearl as she grew up.

Although the damage to her soul has resulted in Pearl's talents being somewhat lacking and her intellect not being quite up to par... what difference could there be between her personality and hers, aside from being a little short-tempered?

The Countess hesitated for a second, then shook her head: "Armes, Persephone has her own mother."

Pearl, but I'm all alone now.

I don't know what kind of beings gods are.

But while Pearl was still preoccupied with such matters, I was only concerned with her feelings.

This might be unfair to Persephone.

But for humans whose lives are too short, the order of things is inherently important.

Armies nodded: "I know, and she knows too."

As long as you don't hold a grudge against her, that's fine.

“How could that be?” the Countess sighed. “I… well…”

"Aaaaah!" Suddenly, screams of agony echoed from the depths of the treasure trove. "Darling! No, no, darling, don't come any closer!"

Armies, come and see!

What the hell is all this stuff?!

Armies shoved the Countess toward Pearl, while he himself was pulled toward Ezra by a silken thread... The moment he entered the treasure vault, he had the Thousand-Thread Spiderweb vines pull everyone away to prevent anyone from getting into trouble.

Armies was a little frightened.

After all, he didn't sense any danger in the treasure at all... There was something that could hide from his senses!
Then, the worried Armies froze on the spot.

What made Ezra gasp and grab Bowen to climb up the nearby rune pillar was a lump of mud.

However, this lump of mud kept shaking unconsciously, and the black starlight mask hanging above its head had starlight flashing on it, with occasional shooting stars streaking across the sky... making it look like a living thing.

"Oh?" Armies looked down. "How did this thing get here?"

"What's this?" After realizing that Armies' behavior was not quite what he expected, Ezra nonchalantly jumped down from the pillar with Bowen.

"Toril, the Faerûn continent, the mask of an ancient god," Armes chuckled. "Long gone."

“And what about God?” Ezra asked.

“Of course, they all perished long ago,” Armes replied calmly. “Of the seven ancient gods of Kalinsan, only one survived: Irmat, the Lord of Suffering, who could never forgive himself and willingly bore the suffering of the entire world.”

The others perished because they were abandoned by their followers.

“Abandoned by their followers?” Bowen asked, frowning. “Like, those fallen gods in our world…”

“How could that be!” Armes sighed. “The Carinsans, because their own gods were not very effective, gave their faith to the more powerful chief god, Amannata.”

The ancient gods of Karinsanity have always hoped that their followers would be tolerant, strong, independent, and innovative.

They don't even care if believers convert.

They felt the problem lay with themselves, that they were unable to meet the wishes of the believers.

"Sounds good, but it's too... simplistic," Ezra commented calmly. "A great favor can turn into an enemy."

Too much tolerance is the seed of rebellion.

While greeting people with a smile, you also need to hold a knife in your hand to keep them in line!

Armies laughed: "So, they all perished."

Only Irmat remained, having completely shut herself off from the world.

"And what about him now?" Bowen asked softly.

“Now, he is one of the Trinity of Justice in Toril. Although not the most powerful, he is still quite capable.” Armes suddenly laughed. “But he will never be able to laugh again.”

"Why?" Bowen asked, bewildered. "Could it be that other gods..."

“Because while he shut himself off, Kalinsan was invaded by the Outer Gods.” Armes curled his lip. “Those who abandoned him, causing the fall of his friends, the Amannata who followed him, died swiftly.”

Other legitimate deities are unwilling to accept these guys' beliefs... Even in our land, I guess only the Tower would be indifferent to these things.

But, I suspect, they themselves wouldn't want to.

After all, the tower would only use them as cannon fodder.

Therefore, the ancient Carinthians would naturally not turn to the embrace of demons and devils.

They were just proud to be children of the sun!

It's not that simple to just turn to darkness.

They have to express their unwillingness and reluctance repeatedly!
Then someone went to Irmat, the most forgiving god.

Unfortunately, no matter how kind Irmat was, she couldn't overcome the scars in her heart.

He chose to close the door and sleep... At that time, the gods of Toril were still living on the earth!

Then Karinsan was greeted by the elemental gods of fire and air.

Elemental monsters that start at level 10, are everywhere at level 20, and are at least level 30. They are both enemies and tacitly cooperate to kill each other for fun.

By the time Ilmat realized what was happening, the Kalinsans had suffered heavy casualties, and even the earthly kingdom that once belonged to his friends had become a vast desert.

Kind people don't shift the blame onto others; they bear the burden themselves.

Ilmat believed that it was his resentment that led to Karinshan's tragic fate. Therefore, he led his few remaining followers in a war of rebellion against Karinshan.

Furthermore, they swear that they are willing to suffer, to take on the burdens of others, and to bear the pain they endure.

He transformed from a deity who encouraged tolerance and patience into a god for the oppressed and unjustly treated.

The largest hospital in all of Torreir, Kalinsan, is what he left for the country.

Unfortunately, in the end, they were still exploited by those in power.

Although the benevolent god is willing to let his followers heal everyone, he cannot force the city rulers in front of his hospital not to charge tolls.

Therefore, he could only send his followers out to save people.

Then, the hospital gradually fell into the hands of those with ulterior motives.

Ilmat didn't know how to handle the situation until he met Tyr.

Unfortunately, even Tyr could only barely maintain a superficial peace and couldn't control the undercurrents beneath the surface.

People with principles really have a hard time surviving in Toril.

"Then why did you send your friend?" Ezra couldn't help but press.

“Greece is a place where people with no moral compass can hardly survive,” Armes chuckled. “Besides, things have changed there now.”

If it were the old Toril, Amannata would inevitably become a powerful god after his resurrection.

It's even less likely that Amboli will become normal.

hiss……

That sounds amazing, it gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. Thank goodness I wasn't the one going.

"What kind of mentality is this?" Ezra asked Bowen, pointing at Armes openly.

"Just like how you would support me in pursuing Daly, but when you found out I might get married a year before you, who just got engaged, your first reaction would be that I'm holding you back, it's the same thing," Bowen replied calmly. "I hope my friends are doing well, and I'd go to great lengths for my brothers."

But if there are only a few pieces of candy left on the table in front of you... and your brother eats one more piece than you, you might as well stab him with that knife.

Ezra pursed his lips and gave a dry laugh: "My son, of course he'll look like me!"

Then he immediately changed the subject, pointing to the puddle of mud: "So, this thing belongs to an old friend of Irmat's?"

“Hmm, Chista, a very strange magic god.” Armes immediately chimed in, “His magic includes both divine and arcane arts, but not those ‘natural’ magics.”

He possesses a wild and untamed magic; wherever he goes, energy abounds.

Armes made a pointed remark, without mentioning the most interesting thing about this god: if there was a dimensional portal near his wild magic, it would always be fully charged.

"After his fall, were the artifacts useless?" Bowen slowly walked forward and asked with a serious expression.

"Some of the unique divine spells are unusable, but the basic abilities are still there." Armes looked at the puddle of mud and answered expressionlessly, "At least, primordial energy can definitely activate it."

But the spirit of the artifact is probably already in a deep slumber.

Bowen looked down and asked, "What about this puddle of mud?"
Could it be a decaying idol?

"Did this treasure vault belong to some powerful ancient Karinsan?"

“Of course not.” Armies denied it outright. “The Kalinsans have sold themselves out so cleanly, how could there possibly be a powerhouse of this level!”

Those who came afterward were all taught by Ilmat!

Amannatha had many high-ranking arcane followers who nominally worshipped him as their main god; they took the opportunity to steal it.

"You mean, those guys who killed the goddess of magic, Toril?" Bowen asked, tilting his head.

“That’s right,” Armand Stein replied honestly.

"What is that thing down there? Why does it have enough energy to sustain the remnant soul?" Bowen was very curious.

“It is the remains of the god of slimes,” Armes replied with some difficulty.

"which one?"

"The earliest one."

“As long as it’s not Guannard.” Bowen sighed. “It’s not that I look down on him, it’s just that he’s a bit too stinky.”

In the beginning, the Mud Plane only smelled of mud.

It has an earthy smell, but it's not actually smelly.

Then he looked at Armies: "Thank you for telling me the ending."