Dear Broom Knight

Lowry vowed that he would never again criticize certain novels for being unbelievably stupid.

Especially when he was researching Dungeons \u0026 Dragons, he was almost always angrily cursing, 'Where's the brain?'

"Is the first step to becoming a god to abandon your brain?"

"Why is the lower body still there when the brain is gone?!"

"The planner is just a moron. To create conflict, both humans and gods are written as idiots. After being stabbed, instead of stabbing back, they ignore the person who stabbed them and go to destroy the world?

Even someone from a mental hospital wouldn't be so illogical."

"Oh, you have to abandon your brain to become a god, and you can't have intelligence to believe in one, right?"

Lowry actually knew that there were boomerangs in every world, but he didn't want the kind that came back and hit him in the head.

He didn't even want to recall what he was drawing and cursing in his previous life.

The pleasure of that time has all turned into the embarrassment of now.

After all, the believers of the gods in this world, if placed in the world of Dungeons \u0026 Dragons, probably wouldn't even be enough for the two most notoriously stupid evil gods, Malar and Umberlee, to play with.

In the past, he always wanted to explore with the white dragon Ruskarnia to see if his world was in the so-called multiverse and which famous world it was closest to... Now, Lowry completely doesn't want to know.

He felt that it was better not to look into the universe.

With the combat power of villains in fairy tales and the intelligence and reaction speed of Team Rocket, there's really no need.

Although he knew that these things he saw weren't necessarily what they seemed on the surface... the old schemers hiding behind the scenes all had their own plans, but at least some of the villains really had only that much intelligence.

Lowry even involuntarily lowered the Ice King's intelligence by a few points in his mind.

Then, trembling, he tried hard to tell himself not to be stupid... Maybe the other party was deliberately using the Ice Dog King to reduce his sense of existence!

He wouldn't forget what happened to the Montes family.

Lowry flipped out his memo and stared at the title page of the exquisite copperplate book, reading it word by word:

When you think others are fools, idiots, and morons, that's when you're about to do something stupid.

In order not to make your mother cry, never underestimate anything, even a dog!

Taking a deep breath and gulping down a bottle of mint water, Lowry finally calmed down.

He even changed to a more distant position above the white clouds.

Anyway, his eyesight was good, and his ears were even more sensitive.

Turning his head to look at the cold moonlight shining on the cliffs across the white clouds, Lowry patted his chest with relief.

Fortunately, the Night Goddess, who also serves as the Moon God in this world, obviously has no interest in pets.

But, if it's the Moon God... then it's not a question of whether you can kill them or not.

It's the kind of thing that can disgust you for the rest of your life even after you die.

Lowry, whose understanding of the multiverse remained in the early days and whose magical goddesses were all Midnight, who had just been consecrated, still had some goodwill towards the Earth God system.

He had only vaguely heard about Midnight's misfortune time and time again... The craze for Dungeons \u0026 Dragons had already passed at that time, and Lowry had to change his accustomed traditional oil painting style of plump breasts and buttocks to a Japanese style.

Although he was still painting goddesses, even valkyries had to look like they were missing two ribs.

His usual flexible but powerful waistline would only lead to doubts about whether the waist was too thick and short.

However, the chest curve cannot be reduced.

The legs must be thin enough, and the thighs must look attractive.

Lowry himself didn't know how he had persisted in that trend back then... Many of his old friends would rather take on borderline erotic commissions than suffer this kind of anger.

Some special 3D comic websites in China are full of familiar styles at a glance.

Lowry, after thinking about it, still couldn't convince himself to jump into this sea and turned to drawing traditional Chinese paintings with an oil painting style... This kind of painting, although still slender as willows, has enough clothes and is thick enough, and doesn't need to emphasize certain parts.

Although changing the style is hard, at least the people are still people, not monsters with distorted proportions.

He only accepts pure oil painting commissions of truly non-human beings... Otherwise, Ruskarnia wouldn't have been so mesmerized by his paintings that she couldn't move.

That's the strength of drawing dragons for a full five years! And they were all giant oil paintings.

When that trend passed and everyone's aesthetics began to return to normal, live-action dramas like Game of Thrones and some simulation games became mainstream. Naturally, Lowry no longer cared about the Forgotten Realms, let alone other things like Greyhawk.

Therefore, the gods in the multiverse in his mind are a bit sick, but they are really normal.

Acting crazy and being crazy are two completely different things.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so frightened by the Ice Dog King's antics.

Lowry silently put the memo recording his motto back into the storage ring on his left hand and continued to observe the battle on the mountain... First, cancel Comprehend Languages.

He felt that the madness he had just gone through was all caused by the irritability aroused by the scolding. After returning to pure dog barks, he seemed much more comfortable.

Then, Lowry turned his head and began to look for Alex, the guy who should have been the protagonist but was invisible on the battlefield.

Huh?

Holding the broom handle, lowering his body, and furtively urging the broom to fly in a certain direction, Lowry looked with great interest at Alex standing in a dilapidated place with a desolate and beautiful scenery, and the girl opposite him wearing a white short robe, revealing a section of resilient and slender waist, and a small section of round and snowy thighs tightly bound by leather boots, outlining just the right amount of flesh.

Although this girl has a pair of clear, melancholy brown eyes, she is obviously the sweet and lovely type.

Well... her acting skills should also be good.

At least Alex's eyes, who was blocked at the edge of the cliff, were obviously a little shaken.

I don't know if he was worried about being kicked down, or if he was really moved by a certain girl.

However, it can be seen that Alex must have done something to offend this girl before.

It is estimated that when they were young boys and girls, there was a little haze, and after discovering that the other party was a member of a cult, he immediately reined in at the edge of the cliff.

It is estimated that even his mother sent him to the Northern Kingdom so readily because of this girl with a first love temperament.

So, what kind of identity would an Ice Snow cultist who even the arrogant Icefield Queen didn't directly strangle to death have?

"I, thought you wouldn't come." Alex frowned and said after a long silence, "At least, not because of a conspiracy against me.

As the Ice Snow Saintess, you can't refuse.

The Ice Dog King is not qualified to command you."

He hasn't had a love affair with the Saintess of the Night Church, but he already has a regrettable first love with the formal Saintess of the Ice Snow Cult!

You're really something, Alex.

"I, why wouldn't I come?" The Ice Snow Saintess said softly.

Her voice was completely different from her sweet appearance, like a frozen mountain spring. It sounded a little crisp, but it was full of sharp taste.

She turned her head and glanced at the battlefield: "I heard you have a new love, so I came to see.

However, it doesn't seem to be the case?"

Her eyes slid over the two Dark Moons, but didn't stay on them at all. It was obvious that she knew that these two wouldn't be the type Alex liked.

"It seems that your love always ends in failure!" The Ice Snow Saintess showed a mocking smile.

"At least she will never become my enemy." Alex replied quickly, "And she won't take such a good identity to be a Saintess for a cult!"

"How lightly you say it!

How can you, who have the Northern Kingdom King as a backer, understand the sorrow of a noble daughter of the Icefield Kingdom living worse than a woman who raises dogs in a cult!"

"I don't think so." Alex stared at her, "What you can't accept is just not being able to control power.

If it weren't for the help of the Ice Snow Cult, you wouldn't have been able to appear in my sight at all.

I admit that what I like is the real you, the ambitious you who is completely opposite to your appearance, but definitely not you with an abyss behind you.

I don't care if your approach to me originated from a calculation, but, Isabella, I don't accept being dragged into the darkness by you."

Saintess Isabella nodded casually: "No problem, that's your freedom.

But, whether I can catch you to my side is mine..."

Before she finished speaking, she twisted her body, grabbed a priest's hammer, and smashed it directly at Alex.

Alex, who obviously didn't seem to be prepared, also summoned his pair of silver-shimmering long swords and small round shield at the same time, blocking the opponent's attack without hesitation.

Well... full ice resistance shield, and the long sword also has magic-breaking properties.

Most of the buffs that Saintess Isabella had been stacking on herself for so long seemed to be useless.

But she obviously not only added a speed blessing to herself, but also added some chaotic proverbs specifically targeting orderly creatures to her hammer.

There were two times when Alex couldn't block the Ice Snow Saintess's extremely fast strikes with his shield, and he obviously froze for a moment.

But it was only for a moment. The long sword he held would soon emit a faint blue light and wake him up directly.

These two can also be considered another kind of evenly matched?

Lowry suddenly believed a little that Alex really liked his Valera, although there was definitely more meaning in using her, but the goodwill must be real.

If your first love is this kind of girl...

Then he shook his head vigorously again, quickly throwing the wild thoughts out of his mind.

Turning this matter back to a serious court moment... Since she is a noble daughter, why does she need the help of a cult to approach Alex?