Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 775 The Kind-hearted Ancient Goddess Kalinsan
Ezra's hand on Bowen's back was still trembling, but he spoke without any mercy: "I told you, this piece of junk was bound to cause trouble sooner or later!"
You not only lost your own life, but you also spilled all of your brother's secrets!

How are you going to compensate me?

"I'll give myself to you." Bowen rubbed the top of his head again and replied irritably.

“You can’t treat what rightfully belongs to me as compensation, Bowen!” Ezra said discontentedly. “What you give me in return should at least be something of equal value.”

"Live a little longer, old man, otherwise how will I catch you red-handed!"

Bowen shook his head slightly, then suddenly asked thoughtfully, "Young Master Armes, is he truly asleep this time?"

Almes nodded: "If it weren't for the special environment here in the Noisy Sky Tunnel, and the fact that there are some passages connecting to the lowest level of the astral plane, these gods who have been dead for a long time would not be able to perceive the real world at all."

They are almost certainly not capable of being resurrected.

After all, the only hope, Ilmat, was too restricted by his priesthood; even if he was depressed every day, he couldn't save his old friend from the past.

Besides, those few don't really want to be resurrected.

For overly kind gods, eternal slumber is a kind of happiness.

"Now I understand why Master Armes said that the ancient gods like Kalinshan perished because they were too kind."

"What?" Ezra patted his back again, this time much harder... He disliked Bowen's way of speaking, which always left the audience in suspense, but he had gotten used to it over the years.

He also got into the habit of giving Bowen a hint that he was unhappy.

“He took away the artifact fragment that was fused into my soul,” Bowen said incredulously. “Then he left me a set of spells that even a scholar could use, from the first to the ninth level.”

This is a gift from the god of magic.

Even as a scholar, I can use it before I fully understand it.

Moreover, he wrote down the inner laws of this magic in great detail, and sealed them layer by layer according to my understanding, opening the next layer only after I understood them clearly.

No requirements, nothing at all...

They just gave it to me like that.

That's why I asked you, is he really in a deep sleep?

Bowen's eyes widened to their maximum: "If it's true, he gave me so much for such a trivial reason..."

The Lord of Storms they followed was already a very proper and principled god. In this situation, it was already quite good that he was able to take that thing away without causing any harm to Bowen.

That's all the apology I feel for intruding into someone else's soul without their consent.

wrong!

Bowen shook his head violently.

What was he thinking?

Gods who can do this are already extremely rare!
Most of the time, it's like your soul has become an open lounge, so what's wrong with me going to sit down for a bit?
It's his kindness that he reminded you to fix it quickly.

Therefore, the Lord of Storms, who can take away this hidden danger, and also notice that Bowen's soul might be damaged due to the stripping of artifact fragments, and restore it in time, is truly a very good god.

This is all that humans can hope for.

Karinsan, this goddess of magic, actually gave him another gift... This only proves that in his heart, taking that fragment was something he was supposed to do anyway.

Therefore, he compensated Bowen, the unfortunate soul he temporarily possessed, with an extremely valuable piece of knowledge.

A fantasy world—that's the most precious thing.

Countless people have paid the ultimate price, yet what they pursued may not be more valuable than a set of spells that lead directly to the pinnacle of magic.

Just like what Arslan and all those archmages before him who longed for magical ruins, and even many of them who perished, wanted—wasn't that exactly what they wanted?

This compensation made Bowen seem particularly important and prestigious... according to the logic of people like them who are thoroughly tainted by worldly affairs.

Therefore, Armies could understand Bowen's confusion.

Scholars in this world are already considered to have a relatively high status.

After all, with the country and the world in a stable state, there is a natural need for intelligent people to work and lay the foundation for the future.

However, most scholars can only appear in an auxiliary capacity.

Support is great, everyone values ​​it... but not many people respect it.

Violence is always the most frightening thing.

The scholars themselves could understand; after all, if it were Toril… well, there couldn’t possibly be such pure scholars there!

However, the existence of the magic network allows these scholars to survive by working part-time as mages.

Only after getting through that previous stage, relying on the magic network and his exceptional intelligence, were the scholars able to barely gain a foothold.

However, it is difficult to establish a city purely of scholars, as they are basically all based on the power of mages and churches.

It's not impossible for a single scholar to reach the highest level; a part-time mage could start at level 20. The more turbulent the region, the harder it is for a scholar specializing in magic... After all, how many people possess the talent to deduce the workings of laws simply by looking at the sky?

An ordinary scholar needs at least a stable environment where he can focus on his studies.

This is too difficult!
With more people, there are more problems. Those who lack combat power and are prone to attracting troublesome scholars naturally fall into the category of trouble.

Almes always believed that the work of the Lord of Knowledge of Toril was at most half as worthy of his divine office.

In some respects, Ogmar was not as good as the cautious Lord of Knowledge in this world.

He was able to become a powerful god so easily because the world of Toril was inherently powerful, and its knowledge related to laws was top-notch.

Ogmar received the most precious resources from the very beginning. He didn't even need to carefully spread knowledge like other gods of knowledge, making more people understand the value of knowledge... He only needed to collect new knowledge.

Moreover, it's not urgent; it's great to have it, but it doesn't matter if we don't.

He will certainly reward those who contribute, but not much; at most, it will be an exchange of goods for goods.

Whatever level of knowledge was given to him, Ogmar would exchange it for knowledge of equal value.

And then, those who slack off will not be punished.

Toril's Candleburg, where he exchanges one book for another, is a testament to this belief.

It's not wrong, but it's not exactly positive either.

Therefore, the followers of Ogmar did not explore the New World as diligently as the followers of Dawn of Ransendal, the Lord of Dawn.

Many Toril gods don't really recruit scholars.

After all, they have no interest in enlightening the people first and then seeking faith.

Only fools would place all their hopes on the mercy of the gods... Toril's original pantheon, apart from the original twin moons, the earth, and the gods born from the war between the two sisters, was mostly the result of AO's interference.

The native gods mostly perished early because of AO's messy actions, and were unable to form a proper system belonging to Toril.

AO may have been planning an experiment, so they sealed off piece after piece of land, allowing gods to be randomly born on each piece of land.

Some are luckier, at least their laws are formed from the laws of the entire continent.

Some people are unlucky, like Karinsan and others, who were born in a certain region within the continent.

They are completely different from gods who are born with legitimate divine power.

They were only demigods, and then officially became gods with the support of intelligent beings... The Kalinsans were too few to even guarantee the basic base of weak gods.

The Ancient Goddess Kalinsan was too confident in her position among the people... Unrestricted kindness to anyone will never bring good results.

People who are spoiled are most adept at turning the tables.

Therefore, in the end, only Ilmat, who was not very dependent on faith and never became a true god, was left, walking on the continent of Faerûn as a demigod.

With Tyr's help, Irmat must have had some communication with her old friends.

Even if a god falls from grace, some of his spirit will remain.

As long as you have the artifacts they once used, you can connect with these spirits.

Although Amannatha's resurrection wasn't exactly a conventional path, it essentially followed this path of spiritual response.

The Karinsan Old Gods, it seems, collectively rejected the possibility of resurrection.

After all, some of them would be very suitable to serve as Tyr's servants, and Tyr would be overjoyed if they were willing.

He was even willing to rename his own Order of Justice for this reason.

Unfortunately, the ancient gods of Kalinsan didn't want to suffer that pain, so they preferred to just keep sleeping.

Otherwise, this magical being Star wouldn't have acted so...indifferently just now.

If these were gods who wanted to be resurrected, then Bowen was simply a vessel that delivered itself to their doorstep.

But Chista not only didn't do that himself, he also dismantled the back door left by others.

Toril truly doesn't deserve such a kind and upright god.

They deserve only the kindness of the silver moon, and only the peace of the spring.

"Do you want to take this mask back and use it?" Ezra examined Bowen several times, and after confirming that he didn't have the ability to see what was wrong, he finally turned his attention to his son. "At least it's a complete artifact, and in your words, it doesn't have any aftereffects."

"I... I will not use the weapons of other gods." Armes carefully organized his words. "After all, I have a past life. If I'm not careful, I might be lured out by external energy and bring out some shadows of my past."

'Snapped'!
The countess, who had been standing behind with a frown, shoved her foolish husband onto Bowen: "Ignore your father."

Bowen doesn't have the ability to use an artifact of this caliber.

Armies breathed a slight sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)