Dear Broom Knight

Arslan frowned, unable to understand how a great scholar could walk down this path… The priest bishops of the God of Knowledge were basically scholars with specific divine spells.

But scholars above level 10 also began to explore the mysteries of the laws!

At most, their research wasn't as thorough as that of mages, but proper scholars certainly understood the limitations of the gods.

The God of Knowledge was indeed born in response to a need, but who could answer that need wasn't something you could just get if you wanted it.

Of course, it was also possible that someone really had that luck, but… whether or not they could resonate with a certain law, or even perceive divinity, didn't that all depend on themselves?

If one could comprehend these things by studying the divinity of other gods, wouldn't the gods have filled all the divine positions long ago?

The laws of this world were both tolerant and cruel.

For humanity, it was truly a very perfect world. No matter who the opponent was, no matter what kind of harm they suffered, there was still power to resist overall.

The momentary displeasure or anger of any god would not lead to the destruction of a country or even a world.

Cruel, however, was for those who wanted to overcome the countless shackles binding them and climb higher step by step.

Whether it was a strong person who wanted to break through after reaching the limit, or a god who was tightly bound, every step had to be taken with caution.

One wrong move, and it wasn't just a matter of losing the entire game!

The day they lost would be the day they died.

Moreover, this world was full of poisoned bait for those who wanted to break free from their shackles.

Arslan was already very careful, even choosing an ethereal legend when setting his life goals, and he almost dug his own grave.

One could imagine how thorny and swampy the road would be for those who weren't so careful.

Those without a legacy were actually better off. Although the road ahead was a vast expanse of white, at least they wouldn't suddenly lose heart because they knew too much.

On the contrary, people like Arslan, who knew what the previous world was like from a young age, were always troubled by those resentments.

Therefore, the world was also cruel in his eyes.

But as a mage, as long as he was careful not to be controlled by greed, he could still live well in this cruel world, at least there was a path to take.

For the followers of the gods, life was even harder.

Arslan didn't think that the guys at Scroll Mountain didn't understand, even those scholars who mainly relied on divine scroll spells.

After all, they weren't people who purely relied on the gods' rewards to live their lives.

To record those divine spells on their scrolls, they still had to do the basic law decomposition.

Scholars were indeed not as powerful as mages, but they couldn't possibly not know what Arslan knew.

It wasn't that Arslan didn't believe Travis's judgment. He knew how complex his king's sources of information were.

Not only did some White Dragons communicate with him out of respect for Ruskanya… Information, if it couldn't be sold multiple times, then who it was sold to wasn't just a matter of money.

It also required an identity and status sufficient to gain the trust of the information seller.

Of course, normally, even if they traded with someone a hundred times, the White Dragons would switch to a higher bidder on the hundred and first time.

However, this was a rule set by Ruskanya: if someone offered a higher price than them, she hoped that the other party would reveal a little bit of information. As long as Travis still wanted it, they would increase their price again.

Travis's bottom price was already very high, so the White Dragons were very willing to give him this face.

When Travis's information transactions with the White Dragons became so stable, some freelance information peddlers would naturally choose to try this White Dragon King.

After all, everyone knew the White Dragons' temperament and temper. Travis, who could handle everything cleanly and perfectly, could certainly guarantee the most basic integrity and generosity.

Arslan even suspected that some gods had secretly had dealings with Travis.

There was no other way. Originally, the White Dragons and the gods were considered semi-reconciled, and they could communicate a little, but then the matter of the Lord of Ice happened.

His own son, whom he had been tricked into giving birth to, was still in dire straits over there… That was the dire straits of the Child of Ice!

The White Dragon King completely cut off contact with the gods after that.

This matter was done by the Goddess of the Night, and even the Lord of Storms, who was least afraid of her causing trouble, remained silent… Even knowing that the ally was the one in the wrong, no one would usually jump ship.

However, the White Dragons' sources of information were indeed very important… These guys flew in the wilderness all year round and could really see a lot of strange things.

Therefore, the appearance of the White Dragon King Travis really played a big role.

Arslan, who had once helped Travis create many magical secret rooms, was still aware of this in his heart.

Therefore, he would never doubt the information that Travis said himself… Although their king was also used to spouting nonsense, he was still quite reliable when he was serious.

Arslan thought back and forth for a while before asking again, "Are there any more outsiders appearing?"

"It should be a joint effort from both sides." Travis smiled slightly, "We have one here too."

"Who?"

"You know where Laurie's purple eyes come from, right?" Travis replied calmly, already figuring out that his consumption was still bearable.

"Laurie saw it?" Arslan asked quickly.

"Not really. The direction he suspects might be wrong. After all, his sources of information are relatively limited, and he doesn't know as much detail." Travis shook his head, "But Laurie is a smart kid. Even if he's holding back a little, he's made everything clear that needs to be made clear.

Someone like me knows where he's from as soon as I hear it.

They're all old friends."

"Sebephia, it doesn't seem… to that extent, right?" Arslan asked in confusion, "They're following behind the First King under the nose of the Lord of Storms!

There's no way that one couldn't see it."

"That kind of creature isn't as simple as you think.

Even if Sebephia has been quiet and stable for ten thousand years, and there has never been a single problem, it will be directly controlled when it appears at the source of its bloodline." Travis sighed.

"Then… Laurie!" Arslan stood up instantly.

"Don't think wildly." Travis pressed his shoulder, "If Laurie has a problem, I'll be the most worried.

Ruskanya still has three children at his house!

Laurie inherited the bloodline from the other side. I guess the blood of Gezall and the Montes family still had some effect.

Tsk~ Someone once said that Gezall's wind is the wind of the storm, and it might not be nonsense."

"Ah? Ah? Ah!" Arslan made a few inexplicable exclamations, "Your Majesty, don't say things that invite a beating just because the Lord of Storms' attention is all on Vargas!"

"Tsk~ I used to be just like you and didn't believe it at all." Travis curled his lips, "After all, we know how Gezall joined the Storm camp back then.

But this time, the things that the Schroeder family and that high priest stirred up made me still can't help but think in this direction."

"This divine incarnation of the Lord of Storms has been wandering in the north."

Travis said plausibly, "Clearly, he's the only one who stays on the earth, but the Storm Cathedral has to put on such a big show to summon his descent.

That level of sacrifice can even summon the Goddess of the Night!

Furthermore… about the things that Schroeder did… Don't you think that the Lord of Storms, and the Storm Holy Land, reacted a little too quickly?"

"That's not interesting to say." Arslan stared at his king with a look of melancholy, "You can just tell me directly if you don't want to say it or can't say it, don't treat me like an idiot, okay?

Pat left Yagris a particularly complete love letter.

Although Laurie didn't say it so carefully, he also reminded me a little that the reason why the Lord of the Tower was able to play in the Northern Kingdom for so long was all because he sent those messes to the Lord of Storms back then."

"You're just pretending to be stupid, Arslan." Travis glanced at him, "Normally, would a guy like the Tower even have the guts to appear in front of the Lord of Storms?

To talk about something, it must be because this topic can attract the attention of the Lord of Storms from the beginning.

Heh~ Although the Lord of Storms is indeed a relatively righteous god, it's not that easy for him to immediately understand the things that these people are doing.

You should understand, Arslan!

For the gods, even if they have a sense of justice, they can't feel the sorrow of the weak.

Just like the Goddess of the Night's scheme against the White Dragon King… You also have a feeling, right? The White Dragon King is only angry about his son, who is bound to be a burden to him, and not about being schemed against itself.

Some things that make us extremely angry, they can't feel.

Only the mass death of the people is a terrible thing for them that must be dealt with immediately."

Arslan was confused for a few minutes… According to Travis's statement, the Lord of Storms did react too quickly in Gezall's two incidents.

Then he quickly realized that Travis was still fooling him.

In this day and age, it's really miserable to be a court archmage and be deceived by his own king as an idiot every day!