Bayer said: [Then it would be better to set up these portals to Hell around Eltoril as a last resort.]

"It is near Elturgard, but it is not a portal to Hell. Our forces are too valuable." Mephistopheles replied, "It leads to the Abyss—let the mortals play with the demons."

If I reach that point, will I be considered a success or a failure?

"Of course it's a failure," Mephistopheles said without hesitation.

【Then you are more credible than I thought.】

Bayer angrily interrupted the interdimensional communication with the Devil Archduke and adjusted his mood.

Mephistopheles was on Zariel's side, which was not surprising to him.

Inferring from the results, Zariel's arrangements in Elturgard were actually almost perfect. All the flaws she had revealed before were to cover up for Mephistopheles.

Craig's student, Michael Craig, was sent to Baldur's Gate after it was discovered that he was a son of Bhaal.

In order to make it easier for Raphael to kill Emilia and her group, Zariel's subordinates sent a false message.

These two actions are actually not a huge flaw - as long as Emilia and his group really died in Baldur's Gate.

But no one anticipated that this seemingly surefire operation would ultimately lead to a series of cascading failures, ultimately spreading the collapse to Elturgard. Even though Zariel ordered his men to withdraw promptly, the collapse ultimately led to a complete collapse, destroying even Elturgard's crucial triple defense of livestock souls.

Emia of Lunya.

In just a few months, the young mage had successfully climbed into the top ten of Baatezu's blacklist - those on the same list as him were several times older than Emiya.

As a result, the appearance of Emiya made Bayer realize that something was wrong.

Sue the deceased.

When Batezul first came up with this definition, he did so with an attitude almost like popping champagne.

Since the Arcane Scourge, no such beings have appeared in the years since. All mortals have been lost in despair.

During the period after the Arcane Plague, the demons once felt that some strange power in the land of Faerun had almost disappeared, and it had become the land they were familiar with - people were struggling in ignorance and confusion, fighting, hatred and war were everywhere, and it was a breeding ground for demons.

A few pieces or even half a piece of dry wheat cakes that are about to mold or have already molded can buy loyalty, scaring away a group of bandits can buy the rest of the villagers' lives, and even making a group of wailing people die quickly can immediately reap their afterlife.

That vibrant, thriving world was still vivid before their eyes. At that moment, the devils only regretted not having hundreds of hands to throw large numbers of souls into the Styx. The once incomparably treacherous land of Faerun instantly transformed into a blue sea.

Therefore, like Zariel, who truly helped restore order to a land, tried to cultivate kind and upright people here, gave them a glorious life, and only took away their behavior patterns after death, she was once suspected by the demons. Was this the result of her remaining angelic heart?

It was considered extremely patient for someone like Mephistopheles to spend decades building up his power in an attempt to quietly capture the plans of the newly resurrected god.

As a result, accidents began to happen.

Overnight, Feren seemed to have once again become the devil's burial place.

It's back, it's all back.

That wonderful feeling came back.

No matter how thorough, rigorous, and well-planned a plan is, it will be torn to pieces and trampled underfoot for various reasons, whether absurd or reasonable.

Only one thing is certain - everyone can only stare at the result in amazement, watching the world they are familiar with being easily crushed by a group of people who came out of nowhere.

At present, the only people who seem to have done such a thing are a single team including Emiya - although they have successfully used the two strongest archdukes under Asmodeus as stepping stones.

Hopefully, this is truly a fluke, and not a precursor to Faerun's recovery from nearly a century of chaos.

Hopefully he's not the third victim.

The psychological preparation is complete.

Bayer took a deep breath.

Compared to the total lack of response in the past few days, Emilia responded this morning with an unusually crisp and clear attitude.

The time for negotiation is tonight, right now.

Next, it was time to prove the wisdom and strength of the former Grand Duke Avernus.

However, as soon as he stepped into the east gate of Eltoril, Bayer couldn't help but feel confused.

It should be night now.

Eltoril had lost its sun companion, no longer needing the wondrous triple daylight hours. Night should have fallen upon the city.

But why is Eltoril still so bright?

The place where Banri originally was should have become an empty shell.

He raised his head.

I saw a sky-blue sphere floating quietly in the sky above Eltoril.

It spreads its light over the entire city like a companion sun, but its light is far less aggressive than that of a companion sun.

Like the moonlight on a summer night.

Is that guy Selûne's illegitimate child? Could it be that he was raped by Shar and the Moon Goddess gave birth to him out of hatred? Bayer sighed.

But he never dared to say this out loud.

Bayer had not come to Eltoril in his true form—that was the premise of the deal. Quite the contrary, Bayer now appeared as the gentle beast that Mephistopheles had carefully selected.

Bayer himself had no taboos about the appearance of the Pit Fiends - the Pit Fiends looked strong and ferocious, and ignorant people often misjudged the deep wisdom hidden beneath the muscles.

However, the wise muscular man is now not very satisfied with the negotiation venue set up by Eltoril.

He was clearly picking on Bayer himself - not allowed to carry weapons, not allowed to sacrifice his devil's true form, and not allowed to disturb the lives of the people of Eltoril.

Although these conditions are somewhat condescending and far from respectful, they are not unreasonable either.

But why didn't Eltoril even do the basic cleanup?!

The entire Eltoril seemed to be completely unaware of the ongoing negotiations. People were coming and going on the avenue, and Bayer had to step aside from time to time to make way for those who could kill four or five ordinary people with a slap!

Even when he finally squeezed onto the mountain road leading to the administrative district, he looked up and actually saw two women walking hand in hand affectionately in the garden area of ​​Eltoril!

One was dressed in a moon-white gown and had a delicate face, looking like a pampered lady. The other was much fuller-figured, wearing a long linen dress, her hair full of haphazardly arranged flowers and vines—she looked like a peasant woman who had left the fields for the first time and had deliberately but clumsily dressed herself up for the big city.

How did these two people end up together? If this was a disguise to monitor Bayer, then it was a bit too poor!

Even when Bayer just reached the first floor of the administrative area, he saw a beggar.

...Maybe a beggar?

He was a middle-aged man who looked elderly.

His clothes were tattered and patched, and his body was covered with scars.

However, there was no begging container in front of him, and he did not say any words of begging.

Instead, he focused on observing his surroundings.

If anything, the other person standing next to the beggar looked more suitable for begging.

He was an old man who looked quite old, and his clothes were also worn out.

But it is worth mentioning that no matter where he is, the old man's condition is extremely poor. He should no longer be able to move alone and needs someone to take care of him.

There were strips of cloth tied around his eyes, suggesting he was blind. One arm was bare, revealing he had only one arm.

People with this level of disability are truly suitable to be beggars.

But strangely, this disabled man stood firmly on the heights of the administrative district, overlooking the city, with a terrifying fighting spirit surging from him - even though he had no eyes!

Maybe it was an illusion - these two old men who looked like they were begging were obviously not paying attention to Bayer, but their eyes seemed to sweep over Bayer's entire body.

…………

Not right.

Something is very wrong with this place right now.

Bayer paused.

The wisdom gained from struggling in hell made the big devil think of something, and then he broke out in a sweat.

He raised his head and met the eyes of a red-haired wizard in the upper echelons of the administrative district.

This should have been a time for both parties to release their energy and strive for the initiative in negotiations, but Bayer felt as if he had been pardoned and rushed into Tom's temple as if he was running for his life.

That stubborn red-haired wizard is now as cute and approachable as a pile of soul coins at the mercy of others!

I know this brat will go find a notary, but there's no need to bring so many people in!

To make matters worse, Bayer had just rushed into the gate of the Temple of Torm when he unfortunately collided with a tall old knight.

This old knight was strong and well-armed, and just happened to be blocking Bayer's way, intentionally or unintentionally.

During the collision, the old knight remained motionless, while Bayer almost fell to the ground.

The old knight had no intention of apologizing. He lowered his head slightly and said in a tone that sounded like a volcano about to erupt: "—Next time, walk more carefully."

"Yes, you are right." Bayer took a few steps back without hesitation. He no longer tried to go through the main gate of the Temple of Torm, but fled towards the side door.

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Emiya and his companions were certainly prepared to negotiate with the great devil. However, at this moment, Miss Yin was looking down at the garden area to the north, as if she was looking at someone.

However, the only people in the garden area right now were the couple strolling around.

She unconsciously uttered a name: "...Ganus?"

"What?" Emiya had just met Bayer. "I didn't hear clearly."

Silver blinked and replied in the same questioning tone, "What? Did I say anything?"

Mars, at this moment, showed off his sketching skills brought by his origins in Candleburg - he was concentrating on using his pen to depict the appearances of a large number of people around the administrative district on paper.

Emilia sighed and asked again, "What are you drawing again?"

Mars replied, "The latest image. I believe that if these sketches are accurate enough, they can be equivalent to fourth-level knowledge on the Instrument of Atheism—"

"What knowledge?"

Mars replied without even looking up, "A record of the evolution of the appearance of the incarnation of the gods."

Two days of leave due to serious illness

Sorry, my throat suddenly became itchy a few days ago. I thought it was simply because I didn’t drink enough water...

As a result, over the past few dozen hours, I went through the standard upper respiratory tract infection process - it became increasingly itchy, I started coughing, had a low fever, and had phlegm.

Anyway, I've recovered somewhat today, and should be fully recovered within two days. I'll resume updating when I feel better.

The Most Luxurious Negotiation Table in Chapter 86 (V)

"...Are you really going to let us do it?" Sig breathed, his long ears twitching slightly. "The Amaunator Church, which was once the most arrogant, actually got stage-frightened when they heard that Bayer was the one coming to negotiate."

"It's normal to be nervous when fighting a demon," Emilia said calmly. "Unlike us, they represent an entire church."

Moreover, Bayer is definitely the most dangerous among the famous demons.

Bayer climbed up step by step from the lowest level of the devil.

This meant that, in this dangerous hell, Bayer was an absolute hexagonal warrior. Perhaps his upper limit of force wasn't high enough, but other than that, there weren't any obvious flaws—at least not flaws that would be easily caught by outsiders.

The Emia team is essentially a group of homeless and unattached adventurers with almost nothing behind them.

Even if they lost to Bayer at the negotiation table... so what? A group of young people who had just reached adulthood lost to Bayer, it didn't seem like a big deal.

But the Rising Sun Church, a church that was at the most critical stage of its rise, failed to achieve a complete victory at the negotiation table, which was obviously a huge blow to their reputation.

However, the withdrawal of the Church of Lathander brought about a considerable chain reaction - the Church of Torm, the Knights of Hell and the Church of Tyr also did not attend the meeting.

The achievements of these three forces in this war are not necessarily greater than those of the Church of Losander, and they are unwilling to take advantage of this in the negotiations - they would rather allow Emya and his group to negotiate with the devil on their behalf.

Emiya didn't know whether to praise their strength and their trust in Emiya and his group.

The morals are so high that it makes people's scalps tingle.

However, Emiya and his companions were not completely isolated and helpless.

The druids didn't care about this so-called face issue - not to mention, the two forest rings worked together to destroy almost all of Bayer's arrangements, successfully annihilating tens of thousands of burrowing nymphs and turning the final battle into a small-scale elite battle.

Even after several days, the continuous roar of the Thunder Summoning Spell still echoed in the ears of almost all the people in Elturgard.

Therefore, the Archdruids from the two circles and the High Harvest Lord from Chauntia all attended the meeting with confidence.

"Clap."

The visitor made no effort to conceal the sound of his movements. Even the pace of his movements could be described as somewhat panicked.

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