Dear Broom Knight

A certain goddess probably held a deep grudge for her years of hiding in the Temple of the Night, so she had a deep memory of the Dark Moon, the Night Goddess's favorite... not in a positive way.

It's not that Lorry knew so many people, but the two Dark Moons who had been to his territory were among them, and their positions were in a relatively remote area.

And the main dancer standing at the center of the fan-shaped formation was also one that Lorry had seen in the Dark Moon Church's records... the high priest in charge of managing the Dark Moon, whom the Night Goddess had always favored.

Dark Moons are almost all like her.

Arrogant, confident, and haughty, looking at everyone with a 'who do you think you are' expression.

The scene of this kind of person wearing a dancer's outfit and doing a lap dance in front of you... when your life is not in danger, who wouldn't want to take a few more glances?

This feeling transcends gender.

Who told them to look at anyone inferior to themselves with that kind of idiot's expression!

The more you know it's fake, the happier you probably are to watch.

If you really saw a proud person fall to this point, most normal people wouldn't feel happy.

But if it's fake, it's different... this thing isn't a real-life image, so you can't use it to spread rumors.

That feeling of schadenfreude is truly spontaneous.

Don't talk about the inferiority of human nature; anyway, he was never a good person.

Alas... Lorry sighed slightly, and a whirlwind carrying sparks flew out of his body, directly crashing into the mist surrounding him.

It's enough to watch the fun for a while; you can't really get hurt for the sake of watching the fun.

He wasn't willing to even get a scratch.

The fire wheels, rotating like car wheels, grew larger and larger, turning from the size of a palm to the size of a carriage wheel in a matter of seconds.

After a dozen fire wheels revolved around Lorry for a large circle, although they failed to completely break the mist, there wasn't a trace of moisture within a meter of Lorry.

He had to thank the Lord of Storms for constantly causing destruction in the Northern Territory.

Although Lorry failed to obtain certain, um, special divine power crystals, he still observed the formation and sweeping of divine power storms many times.

He even saw their sudden disappearance several times.

If the young Lorry only felt the Lord of Storms's power, the Lorry who had gained some understanding of the laws in recent years saw the combination of law runes and their mutual restraint and cooperation.

It was really interesting.

Each rune was like a sprawling octopus.

The runes that liked a certain rune would open their tentacles and try to hook it back.

If they even loved each other very much, they would even raise their suckers and face each other, never to be separated again.

Although they could still be opened if the power was sufficient... that powerful attraction couldn't be suppressed by someone who couldn't even control the laws, someone who could only splash a little water in a certain river of laws.

At least Lorry couldn't do it.

Of course, if they hated each other very much, they would wave their tentacles and try to knock each other away to a place a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

Dislike is dislike; even if a rune was covered with a coat that prevented its tentacles from extending, it would still try to spit at the opposite side rather than let it linger nearby.

Even if the opposite side was a clingy dog that couldn't be driven away, it would never give it a good look.

When Lorry gradually stretched the fire runes, which were very fond of the wind runes that made up the wind wheel, into spokes like those on a bicycle wheel, they happily stretched out their tentacles and held hands with the gap runes, sucker to sucker.

The more energy they absorbed, the stronger they would become, and they wouldn't loosen their claws due to external changes... When similar fire wheels were put together, they would automatically fly along the set track.

Even if this track would make them fly farther and farther away, they would happily run at high speed.

Until Lorry chanted a counter-spell, kicking out the energy that drove them to become stronger and stronger, they would return to their original form.

As Lorry summoned them more and more often, the magic energy that constructed the runes began to develop inertia... Until now, Lorry only had to gently flick his fingers and make a fixed gesture, and they would automatically put themselves together.

But he could do this because Lorry understood the laws of wind and fire the most.

Of course, the Wind-Thunder Wheel was also good for him.

It's just that the Rain Goddess clearly knew that Lorry was good at wind and thunder magic, and this magic, which was a bit similar to heavy water, was also a bit restrictive to the thunder system, so Lorry didn't intend to use it at all.

The Rain Goddess was clearly a little surprised, but she didn't care much about that little flame, just turned her wrist to make the charm in the mist stronger... She seemed even more unwilling for Lorry to break free from her illusion.

Although she had done so many wicked things, she wasn't really the type with a strategic vision.

It's just that the divine quality was despicable enough, and the gods and white dragons she encountered were indeed not very bright.

A certain Night Goddess really relied entirely on the contrast of her peers; if it were Shar of Toril... forget it, that world would probably have been destroyed before Lorry's transmigration.

He couldn't help but sigh: Studying these runes is really a very interesting thing.

The more Lorry understood the laws, the more he became addicted.

He really hated these old guys who forced him out of the rune world.

If this Rain Goddess behind Rosalind continued to focus her attention on the Icewind Dale, Lorry would never have thought of exposing her.

Of course, he only suspected it before.

Compared to the people of this world, Lorry understood the personalities of those goddesses of love and lust a little better.

These goddesses, even if they were corrupted by the influence of dark lust, liked to enjoy life.

They cherished their bodies exceptionally, unable to accept even the slightest imperfection.

In order to bathe in the Evergold Pool that could keep them eternally young and beautiful, those goddesses who schemed against each other and were pretentious every day about who was more beautiful and more popular were even willing to accept becoming a member of another goddess's alliance.

Everyone understood that even in the loosest alliance, the one who was always mentioned first was the most important.

They wouldn't needlessly seek trouble for themselves, let alone accept their skin becoming rough due to harsh environments.

The true goddesses of love and lust would never give up living in a more prosperous and comfortable place to become the queen of a certain country.

What they wanted was adoring eyes, praising gazes, and unattainable desires... never to become the ruler.

For the goddesses of love and lust, becoming a king's favorite concubine and enjoying life in the envious gazes of others was stronger than being the queen of a man who had to put in countless efforts to retain.

They wouldn't even care about the identity and age of the person who favored them... as long as they were strong enough and could listen to them and give them the most luxurious enjoyment.

Lorry felt from the beginning that Rosalind's choice was wrong.

If she played some palace intrigue in the Northland Palace, or even had an affair with her nephew... um, even harsher, got together with a certain queen, Lorry could understand.

Therefore, Lorry had a feeling that the one controlling Rosalind was a god who was groping on the path of love and lust.

Then, what in the Icewind Dale could attract her?

It certainly wasn't Alex.

If it was just a local goddess who had absorbed a fragment of the divine personality from a goddess of love and lust from another world and obtained a part of the divine duty and divine power, then the one in the Icewind Kingdom most likely to get her attention was the remnant soul within the body of the Lord of Ice.

Regardless of the reason, in the very beginning, especially when he had just been conferred as a god, the one who clearly had the upper hand was the true Lord of Ice.

It could be seen from his attitude towards Ruthkania and her children.

Although this guy wasn't very bright, he still knew who he was.

Lorry didn't think that the Lord of Ice had any feelings of father-son or sibling love because of that kind of behavior.

The more likely reason was that after knowing his own shortcomings, the Lord of Ice left himself a little way out.

Although the White Dragon King didn't pay much attention to him, he didn't completely abandon him either.

For the sake of this little maintenance, the Lord of Ice wouldn't do anything superfluous.

At the level of gods, they would consider more.

But after Rosalind went there, the Ice Church clearly became chaotic.

The will within the Lord of Ice's body clearly became stronger.

But why?

Lorry thought for a long time before turning his suspicious gaze to Rosalind.

Of course, some of Travis's actions also gave him a lot of inspiration.

However, there were still some things that made him unsure... until he saw one of the four high priests of the Night Church appear in front of him openly.

The Night Goddess really didn't like him.

But Lorry could feel that it was just a kind of hating the crow because it was on the roof of the house.

When it was convenient, the Night Church would naturally trick Lorry, but it would never reach the point where a high priest with top-level combat power would appear to personally strangle him.

Otherwise, how could the Night Goddess have allowed Lorry to leave at that time?

If she had really gone crazy, Lorry didn't believe that Travis and Professor Arsaran would risk their lives to save him.

Retaliating against the Night Church afterwards was certain, but... apart from Lady Agresive and Ceska and others who were willing to give their lives for loyalty, no one would willingly sacrifice themselves for his life.

Therefore, he was so cautious at that time.