After all, there are only two powerful people who have been active in the Hazy Realm all year round: the current God of Death, and the first recorded God of Death, Jaeger.

Jaeger spoke to Emiya in a confusing way, speaking in many riddles, but he still managed to convey the key information.

This incident was a world-shattering event in current Faerun—especially for Apodale.

[Before you arrived, my Lord found me and told me of her decision.] He took a deep breath. [She believed that she had lost the qualifications to enter this battle. Continuing to linger in it would only hurt those around her.]

At this moment, Apodel looked at Yin deeply.

This person was currently sleeping soundly on Metatron's back, with no intention of attending the banquet.

This glance almost made Apodel unable to keep a straight expression on his face.

My Lord told me at midnight that a paladin should serve a great path and ideals, not a specific god.

She hopes that I will give up following her and instead fight alongside the true incarnation of the Magic Web, defeat the false Omniscient One, and escort her back to her position as the Magic Goddess.

[She will no longer make public appearances or seek support from anyone, only seeking to protect herself.]

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Taking the blame again!

When he saw the appointment and dismissal order, Bayer, who had been like a fish in water on the bloody battlefield, was almost furious.

During these months, he spared no effort to help Zariel fill the front line, renovate the broken Avernus, and painstakingly maintain Avernus, which was crumbling in front of the demon army.

Just when he and Zariel had made a plan and were ready to show off their skills and give the demons a few loud slaps in the face, he and Zariel were about to be transferred.

This is the devil's ecology - he will never be able to get a position where he can just sit back and take credit for his achievements, and the only thing that will hit him on the head is a cold stone that everyone avoids.

When he saw the middle part of the appointment letter, he smiled for a moment: "Wait... have you already taken over the entire area from the Falling Star Sea to Seldu?"

Doesn't that mean they already control half of Faerun? Combined with the original Blood War Legion, conquering Faerun isn't impossible.

Moreover, the demon army's battle on the prime material plane had an additional benefit: the demons no longer had to worry about dying in battle. No matter how hard they fought, they would just return to the Nine Hells and be resurrected.

Could it be that after all the hardships he endured in the Nine Hells for so many years, he finally had the chance to reap the rewards?

Raphael curled his lips, holding a pile of heavy documents and giving them to the towering devil in front of him: "This is a note my father gave you. It records his possible insights into the future development of Faerun."

"Thank you. I will also leave a report for Lord Mephistopheles before I leave." Bayer said politely while skillfully pulling out the last few documents from the file.

The first half of the text is all well-known, meaningless nonsense. The penultimate document is a seemingly important misleading trap.

This is our devil's document management.

Soon, Bayer knew why he was fortunate enough to receive this appointment order.

With a dark face, he opened the most important page and asked, "What is Zariel's reaction to the appointment and dismissal order?"

"She's very unhappy," Raphael said seriously. "You know, in her opinion, the material plane is a source of troops, not a battlefield."

"Very good." Bayer pointed at the report and said in a more serious tone, "I also think that the material plane is not a battlefield."

A battlefield is one where you can win!

And in the corner of that page of the report, Mephistopheles wrote the following rumor in miniature text:

Emya of Lunya returned to Toril with the entire Halrua. The main force of the Cyrans, originally stationed at the old site of Halrua, disappeared. The twenty ghost dragons and thirty skull dragons that Cyrans had deployed around Halrua were hunted down and annihilated by the strange crystal ship in a day—or, more accurately, an hour.

Seventy-one Former Residence

Sig had some rare free time - although strictly speaking there were not many situations that required her to work around the clock - but having no work at all and having work at any time were two completely different states after all.

She had already gone to bed with her clothes on.

Then, when she opened her eyes again, she was back in front of the familiar gate.

Almost subconsciously, she pushed open the door of the Miril Temple of the Twin Hymns, with the mentality that wealth and status are like walking in the night in fine clothes, and said, "Big Sister! I'm back!"

To her surprise, her visit interrupted the hymns and music that went on day and night in the temple, attracting the attention of everyone present.

The Temple of Miril is a small temple that can only be located in the outer city area. It has almost no rooms, so Sig can see everything in the temple at a glance.

The atmosphere of Miril's religion is quite unique among the numerous religions in Feren - because he is a bard, the god of music and musical instruments. Therefore, every time he praises, he can pull the entire temple to participate, creating an astonishing momentum or noise.

Because they are playing almost all the time, being interrupted by external factors is a normal phenomenon in the temple. They have even begun to study how to turn various external interruptions into part of their performance.

Therefore, Sig was quite surprised that this visit attracted so much attention.

Immediately, the temple's bishop, a female elf, stepped down from the altar with a smile and, in full view of everyone, embraced Sig. "Miss Gelong, the temple's most outstanding harmonizer, has returned so soon? Are you going to brag about your adventures to us again? Although I've always believed that playing musical instruments and singing and then taking the normal team member's share—this isn't entirely your credit. You should thank Emilia more."

Sig smiled happily and said, "Luck is also a part of strength! Who made me join Emiya before she even gained momentum?"

"Looking at your smile, did you make a lot of money this time when you went to Abel?"

"How much I earn isn't the key," Sig said mysteriously. "The key is, I've made up my mind to be with Boss Emiya! We'll never be apart for the rest of our lives."

"He proposed to you?"

"Then I would agree immediately, but unfortunately it's impossible." Sig straightened his hair and said angrily, "Miss Yin is always one step ahead of others. When she doesn't have to work, she doesn't work. Only when she can work, she really works hard... - Emiya is a complete workaholic. The gentle and virtuous housewife is destined to be impossible for her to be together. The more bitter and resentful someone is, the closer they are to him."

"What happened?" The bishop walked to Sig's side with a smile on his face, and all the band members had put down their instruments and sat around Sig with the enthusiasm of a crowd of spectators.

"What he did isn't the point." Sig held up two fingers. "The point is, he felt that those of us who didn't get official positions in Halrua were at a disadvantage, so in the end, he gave us his entire share of the spoils! My wealth instantly quadrupled!"

"Don't want the spoils, transfer everything?!"

The reaction of the surrounding Miril members far exceeded Sig's expectations.

They exclaimed in unison.

However, Sigg's sensitivity to sound made her feel very uncomfortable.

This exclamation was very lifelike, but Sig still felt that the emotion conveyed in the voice was wrong.

As expected, contempt... this emotion actually dominated the majority.

The bishop then glared at the believers: "If you paid more attention to music and sound, you could find such generous employers!"

In her expectation, this sentence should certainly cause exclamations - but the emotions should be shock, envy, and even jealousy.

Life in the Temple of Mirriel in Baldur's Gate is not affluent. Their livelihood is almost limited to playing in taverns or even on the streets, and they only receive invitations from rich people occasionally.

It is no exaggeration to say that Sig can now buy hundreds of Miril Temples by himself - even including the musicians in them.

This wasn't the first time this kind of conversation had happened—only this time, the reaction was very wrong.

Sig shuddered slightly, lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes covered her eyeballs.

When she looked up again, her expression became even more passionate. "Actually, dividing the spoils is a small matter! This kind of lifelong contract depends on how we get along with each other!"

"Look at some employers. They're stingy with their wages, never give any compliments, and constantly find fault. Whenever they offer a promotion, they'll pull someone else up to annoy you, making it hard for you not to work and even harder for you to do. And then you usually have to put on a smile—and in the end, they still take less than half of my work as salary, and I still have to thank them! Is this even legitimate in this world?"

At first, the believers nearby just responded in a work-like manner, but as Sig spoke more and more, they couldn't help but nod their heads sincerely.

"Yeah yeah!"

“I don’t know when this kind of life will end.”

The bishop wanted to pretend not to hear, but seeing that the topic was completely dominated by Sig in a few sentences, her brows slowly frowned.

She pursed her lips, endured for several minutes, and finally shouted, "Those ordinary musicians under you think the same way!"

The content of the words is not important, what is important is the attitude.

In an instant, the Temple of Mirriel, which had been noisy just now, became as quiet as a lonely winter night.

Sig raised his eyebrows and immediately rushed forward to grab the bishop's sleeve and shook it violently. "Okay, Sister Adela! Now even the Temple of Miril is going to spoil the fun? The bishop of the Bard God is the first to violate the rules! He must be punished!"

Bishop Adela's expression turned bitter, and he could only say, "Well, what do you want?"

Sig replied without hesitation, "I've been away for so long, I didn't realize you guys had started conducting your own orchestras. Where are you working now?"

"We..." Adela sighed, "It's a long story."

"Then tell me slowly." Sig had no intention of letting her off the hook. "From what you've been complaining about before, could it be that you've been ripped off by your customers?"

"There is no such thing."

"No?" Sig smiled brightly, looking like he was enjoying the fun. "No, then what were you guys complaining about? Those sighs didn't sound fake."

"..." Adela glared at everyone present, and finally rolled her eyes before continuing, "...It's just the same thing - they agreed to let us lead an orchestra, and we worked happily for a few months, but just as we got those idiots with five fingers stuck together and only mouths to breathe to play, they were immediately kicked aside by the patrons, and finally had to come back here in disgrace."

"There are such wicked people?" Sig was shocked. "Then at least you got the compensation, right? For such an outrageous thing, didn't you ask the Tyr Church to seek justice? Didn't our Lord punish you?"

"Ha..." Adela shook her head. "If the Tyr Church could crush all injustices, there would be no lower planes and evil churches in this world. Sig, what are your plans next? The situation seems very tense now. Can you still help?"

"Of course I can't help!" Sig snorted. "We estimate that in the next period of time, all kinds of spies will probably come to Sword Coast in droves. We have to be more careful in our dreams from now on!"

At this point, Sig blinked, as if waking from a dream, and suddenly pulled Adela's sleeve: "By the way, Sister Adela! Since you have returned to Baldur's Gate for the next period of time, don't go out again!"

Adela's eyes finally lit up: "...Why?"

Sig looked around for a while, even checking that the gate was closed, before walking back and motioning for everyone to put their ears close. He whispered, "There used to be a lot of Cyran mages at the Halrua ruins, right? Now, he's been replaced by Emya and the others back to Abel, but this replacement is only temporary. Abel lacks everything except dragons. If Abel's dragons are discovered by a large number of red-robed mages, who knows how much Cyran will expand his undead dragon army when he returns. If you go out and happen to run into a Cyran mage who has returned, there won't even be any corpses left of you!"

This news was truly shocking, leaving the believers present looking at each other in bewilderment. Adela also turned serious, "Do you know how long it will take for them to return?"

Sig replied, "About a month, I guess?"

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"Puha!" Sig jumped up from the bed.

Everything was as familiar as before. She had not jumped off the Platinum at all. She had already visited the Temple of Mirriel during the day and there was no need to go again.

She fell into the trap, but fortunately, she came to her senses halfway through, otherwise God knows how much more information she would have been tricked into revealing.

Is she still dreaming?

She carefully opened the bedroom window, took out a gold coin that she used as change from the dimensional bag under her pillow, and placed it outside the window.

She hesitated for a while, but put the gold coin back. She took great pains to turn the dimensional bag upside down and finally found a copper coin. Only then did she overcome her inner fear and threw the copper coin out of the window.

Even so, she still closed her eyes tightly and loosened her fingers.

The copper coin fell from her hand into the clouds, and she felt as if a piece of flesh was torn from her heart, and the pain was excruciating.

When she finally calmed down and confirmed that everything was the same as before, she believed that she had left the dream.

The next second, the Seraphic Servant Metatron flapped his wings and flew to her window, sighing outside: "...Xige, what are you doing?"

Miss Gelong was so frightened that she almost hit her head on the ceiling. After calming down, she immediately asked cautiously, "Just in case... where are we going?"

Metatron tilted his head slightly, a faint silver light emanating from his body, and he immediately reacted: "I see, you've been hit by a dream-altering spell... You need me to prove that I'm not part of the dream, right?"

The Seraph sighed, "We are heading towards a portal to the Astral Plane.

"I've previously shown you my Mage Tower in Mount Celestial Realm, and now...

"Yin plans to take you to the Chaos Sea, to her former home."

Volume 7: The Magic Net and the God of Time

The name of the incarnation of the magic net

"The one who invaded your dream is the same person who invaded Emiya's dream."

Even though Yin was still in her loose pajamas and half asleep, she had already come to the conclusion before she even opened her eyes: "The marks are exactly the same."

This answer caused a commotion in the early morning on the Platinum - Emiya had not yet forgotten the dream she had just a few months ago.

That dream was actually carried out by the great devil Bayer himself. Emiya almost failed to recognize his flaws.

Mars pondered for a moment and murmured, "I think the problem is not that the devil is trying to invade the dream... At most, we have been a little lax in the past few days, and the mental shield should be maintained again -"

The problem is that the demon trying to invade is actually Bayer.

They were unaware of the changes in the demons' deployment. But common sense would have it that Bayer had severely tricked Zariel a few months ago, causing the demons to suffer heavy losses.

According to the devil's style, Bayer should have been severely punished and demoted, and might have been turned into an ordinary pit demon.

It's only been two months, and he's still in charge of Emeya's group? Can a devil be promoted so quickly?

However, Yin seemed completely unconcerned. "It doesn't matter who's in charge of this. By now, even if Asmodeus were to take the field himself, it wouldn't be surprising. Bayer being in the material plane? That won't change anything."

She looked ahead of the Platinum.

They were flying fast in the sky at this moment, and the scorching sun in the early morning was approaching them quickly.

"Haaa." Emiya sighed.

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