Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 928 Because of You
The words in red reappeared on the crystal tablet: "Stop messing around, let Toronto observe carefully, it's probably another alien deity."

Goddess of Wealth, who have you summoned?

The caravan leader?

"The head of the large caravan responsible for the Ice Plains, the Northland, Vargas, and the Silver Peak Duchy and Flower Dance Duchy ahead has built an extremely stable trade route for the Church of Wealth."

He is a strong contender for the title of one of the twelve Archbishops of Wealth.

I'm just a little uneasy... To accomplish such a feat under the shadow of external forces and the devil... even Travis wouldn't have found it easy!

“There is indeed a problem, but it was exposed too easily.” A red mark quickly appeared on the tablet. “Toronto, please make a list of people who have access to the gold products.”

It wasn't taken away, but rather touched.

Toronto understands what the sun god means.

The potential danger may not only lie in the gold artifacts themselves, but also in the water ripples surrounding them.

He vaguely sensed that the gods had probably been prepared for this all along.

The Church of Darkness and the Church of Wealth are indeed the places most prone to problems.

Of course, the Earth Church is not impossible.

But that probably won't happen in the North.

After all, given that the neighboring Vargas, a nation directly under the Church of the Earth, had previously attempted to invade the Northern Kingdom, Travis would certainly not allow the Lord of the Earth to test his followers on the Northern lands.

Some doors must never be opened.

Moreover, the Lord of the Earth isn't that quick-witted; he's already thinking about finding loopholes before even getting down to business.

These two goddesses...

Toronto scoffed, his fingers flying across the screen: "When I used to read myths, I always thought, 'Where could gods be so stupid?'"

"Is that gold jewelry beautiful?" A line of large black characters suddenly appeared.

"How would I know?" Toronto replied bluntly. "Why would I look at other people's used pots and pans!"

"Is it a divine artifact, or something that exhibits divine power?" This was the Sun God, who was only interested in serious matters.

“A divine artifact.” Toronto thought carefully. “A very legitimate divine artifact, the kind that even the Lord of the Tower couldn’t create.”

Although the Lord of the Tower is close to a god, he can only be considered a demigod.

He can control the power of laws and use it to control everything around him, but only against himself.

If he has something that can be used for thousands of years, it might become a second-rate artifact, but the quantity would be extremely small, and he would have to actively use his divine power to imbue it with every day.

The Lord of the Tower may have existed before, but after his original main temple was blown up by the mages, that possibility is practically nonexistent.

He is now a god, but he doesn't even have a physical body of his own!

If it were just one item, the Lord of the Tower might be able to get it through trickery and deception, but he doesn't have the ability to get two items that look like a set.

Toronto pondered for a moment and then wrote another line: "On the goldware, it seems that the gemstones are pieced together into abstract flame-shaped, leaf-shaped, or shell-shaped patterns. The gold and silver wires are also asymmetrical lace and curved compositions."

He was truly impressed with himself for still remembering the typical characteristics of the Rococo style.

It was only at this point that Toronto realized why he had no feeling for those gold and silver artifacts... Having studied oil painting and dabbled in computer art for many years, he had truly had his fill of Rococo style.

Especially in the early years, the extravagant style was prevalent... The Rococo style, which mainly used light colors and pink, was the easiest to get orders.

This type of gold and silver ware was probably not the craftsmen's original practice, so, just like him in those years when he buried himself in painting even though he didn't like it, it was nothing but gorgeous.

The black writing of the Goddess of the Night appeared and disappeared, finally leaving only one line: "Although it is not a tower, it is indeed related to a tower."

I rarely offer my opinions on the finished products of artisan gatherings, except a few times... that advisor in the tower... he mentioned to me that this style used to be very popular in his world.

The girl really liked it.

Toronto smiled helplessly... The Goddess of the Night had already hinted so clearly that it wouldn't be good for him to pretend to be stupid any longer.

He thought for a moment, then chose to ask a more valuable question: "Have the Tower and that advisor completely fallen out, or will they still cooperate in certain situations?"

"We won't cooperate anymore," the Goddess of the Night quickly replied. "The Tower, while not a good thing, isn't someone who would betray such a deep friendship for no reason."

After becoming the core of that magic tower, he maintained his existence by drawing upon the scattered souls from nature.

What he first absorbed were the fragments of the souls of the Tower's followers and archmages who perished in that catastrophe.

At first, things were alright; his will was still in control, and those soul fragments were merely nourishment for him.

But as time went on, he became increasingly unable to control himself... The fear that death brought to those people was too great, and even those mages who were willing to sacrifice themselves could not change it.

He began to change, valuing himself more and more, and no longer willing to share everything with the tower.

The Lord of the Tower has tolerated him for so long, and even now still gives him a chance; this is the greatest respect he can show for friendship.

However, he would never again acknowledge that person as his friend.

The reason we've always referred to him as an advisor is because the Tower has 'erased' his name.

The Tower Master chose to erase that name forever, to make it a sacrifice for a friend he trusted. So, Toronto, don't worry about Pat.

Her unwavering commitment to friendship could even thwart the will of the Tower Lord… This was the Tower Lord’s favorite quality.

As long as he has any sense left, he won't hurt Pat, who allows him to reminisce about the past.

Toronto was taken aback.

The goddess of the night is so... understanding.

Then he realized that this was the first time he had chosen to remain silent since he was tricked by the Goddess of the Night on the cliff, when he had caught her red-handed.

Toronto simply felt that it was inappropriate to casually criticize other people's relationship stories.

But the goddess of the night seemed to think he was a 'good person' because of this.

Tsk, how unethical, is he a sentimentalist?
Toronto sighed inwardly, but didn't bother to say anything more.

He was somewhat surprised by the outcome of the Tower staff's report.

There are many stories in the fantasy world, but this is the first time he has ever heard of such a major drawback as soul absorption.

Toronto has some doubts, because the souls of the Tower's staff do not belong to this world.

Unlike his reincarnation, the Tower Advisors seem to have been resurrected through a body.

Although the aura and part of the soul were from elsewhere, there was an outer shell belonging to this world outside of Doron's soul. When he successfully awakened, even the aura transformed into the appearance of this world.

But that aide was different.

Not only is his spiritual light still the same, but even his soul hasn't changed much.

The world's will will not deny his existence, but it will certainly not approve of him either.

Those who are out of place, once they lose the protective shell of their bodies, will inevitably see their souls, which are not favored by this world, quickly dissipate before the River Styx is officially opened.

That is like sand that cannot be held, light that cannot be grasped, and time that cannot be locked away.

The more gaps he fills, the more of his lost self he proves.

The Lord of the Tower was right; those were no longer his friends.

However, he couldn't deny that his friends had become like this entirely because of him.

But, does the Lord of the Tower have such a big conscience...?

Toronto slowly came to understand the meaning of the Goddess of the Night: the Lord of the Tower would let Pat go because he felt that Pat was his true love.

Pat's loyalty to friendship is the same loyalty he, the Lord of the Tower, holds to friendship.

So, if one day he chooses to stop tolerating a staff member who is no longer the person he used to be, it's not his fault.

Pat, aren't you still sticking to your friends' side?

Even after Toronto figured it out with the help of the goddess of the night, he still couldn't understand this bizarre way of thinking.

But... never mind, if he could really understand the concept of an evil god, I'd probably be doomed too.

As long as you know Pat won't get into trouble until the very last moment, that's fine.

That's fine too.

"What is that person doing now?" After confirming that the Goddess of the Night's desire to communicate had ended, a line of golden text appeared on the tablet.

"They're looking for someone, they should be looking for me," Toronto responded.

"Your aptitude is indeed very suitable to be a water god." The cyan words slowly appeared.

Brown text then appeared: "What good would it do him to become the master of the water maze?"
Because of the suppression of the rain, the water god will certainly not be able to appear before the world restarts.

Afterwards, with the world's will in charge, these..."

"Have you forgotten the purpose for which we created this labyrinth?" the Lord of Storms retorted. "Water is a major component of the world."

While each country has its own anchor points, what if it could ensure that it controls a sufficient number of waterway anchor points?

With Toronto's exceptional water resources, he could definitely influence the emergence of three or four anchor points!

“There’s no need to think so highly of me,” Toronto wrote, somewhat bewildered.

"That's not a compliment; he means that if you were juiced, three or four people could probably develop natural water-based talents." The Goddess of the Night's words were extremely sharp. "He doesn't know who you are, but he may have sensed the Gezar bloodline in you."

What wonderful, natural ingredients!

Toronto blinked: "So, the capital of the Northern Kingdom still has Gezar?"

“A bloodline that the gods and the church leadership desire, how could the nobles not want it?” The golden lettering of the Goddess of Wealth looked terrifyingly cold. “If it weren’t for fear of you, Gezar’s fate wouldn’t be as comfortable as it is now.”

However, enough temptation can still lead some Ghazars to choose to sell themselves.

Among the nobility, especially among branches of their different surnames, there were many children who had just reached adulthood.

(End of this chapter)