My teacher is a deity.

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Night City.

Before Lilith's altar.

Painful cries echoed continuously.

Mansa stood very far away, his face showing apprehension.

The Blood Demon is back.

But the return of the Blood Demon instantly enraged her. She knew very well that this monster had completely lost its last vestiges of humanity, and at the same time, it had advanced to the fourth rank.

"Did this guy go out and massacre the entire city?"

"No, that's not right. Even if you slaughter a small village, it will be difficult to break through that barrier."

"And given how much pain he's in, could it be that this guy killed the Starry Night Witch?"

As Mansa thought this, she couldn't help but yearn even more for the divine grace bestowed upon the Blood Demon.

There is a natural barrier between the third and fourth orders.

That barrier separated hardworking ordinary people from those with talent, and the gap between them was even greater than that between a first-tier individual and a mortal.

This barrier is usually referred to as the upgrade verification.

All mages will continue to advance their skills as they learn them, and eventually they need to make a breakthrough in the path they are best at.

This is the price of the path of magic: it starts easy and then gets harder. The path of magic allows all mortals a glimmer of hope, but the final test cannot be passed simply by memorizing.

The divine magic system of the gods is the opposite.

They require believers to give something and walk in the divine path in order to transcend the ordinary and attain sainthood.

Mansa wished she were the former, but in reality she knew she could only be the latter.

She had no special talents, so she longed even more for divine blessings.

"Bishop, we have ultimately won this war."

"not necessarily."

Shadow Bishop Harrison stood at a great distance, quietly watching the Blood Demon go berserk, watching him struggle with the last vestiges of his sanity to endure Lilith's blessing.

"Sargeras's fourth rank was due to patricide, which Lady Night loathes. This trial is far more painful than the usual advancement of vampires."

"Parent-killing?"

Mansa's eyes widened slightly, as if she had heard some very important news.

But Harrison did not reveal any further information.

"What did those guys say?"

"Your Excellency, the other bishops are very interested, but do we really want to share this cake?"

If we could monopolize this divine grace, we would surely gain the Duke's favor.

"madness!"

Harrison turned his head and looked at his greedy subordinate with disdain.

"You think everything's over? Let me tell you, half the people who walk a hundred miles die at the ninety-mile mark."

"I'm sure Edith, Ryan, these guys will react quickly and launch a full-scale attack, biting us like mad dogs."

"Prepare the teleportation array immediately and bring them to this banquet."

Mansa quickly lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.

But just as she was about to leave, Harrison suddenly called her back.

"Wait, where's Vichy?"

Why haven't I heard anything from her?

"Well, we really don't have any news about her, but at this point, Bishop, is it really necessary for us to go looking for her?"

Dispersing your forces is a major taboo, Bishop.

".......Too."

Harrison looked away, but for some reason, he felt uneasy.

It seemed as if he had forgotten something in a corner of his memory. Was it Vichy?

It should not be.

No matter how talented they are, or how blessed they are by Lilith, they are still nothing more than ants that have not yet grown up.

Maybe I'm overthinking it, but I can't afford to make any mistakes.

With this in mind, Harrison planned to strengthen the defenses. Once the agreement between the Empire and the Silver Spear Duke was finalized, he would be the primary contributor, and reaching the sixth rank would be just around the corner.

After ten years of waiting, the delicious fruit is finally about to ripen, and we cannot allow any accidents to happen at this time.

"Mansa, prepare the offerings. Let's see what wishes we can make this time."

"bishop?"

Suddenly, Mansa's expression turned quite serious. She looked down at the surrounding followers to make sure no one was listening to their conversation.

She took another step forward and whispered:

"We have no more offerings. In this godforsaken place, we can't find any offerings that can reactivate Night City."

She pointed to the giant dragon nailed to the altar. The pool of blood flowing from the dragon was nearly dry, and making a wish to Lady Night with such a thing would have serious consequences.

"No, we do, if necessary."

Harrison looked around at the congregation.

They rushed about, seeking only a sip of holy blood before the altar.

But in reality, they are also sacrifices to this shadow bishop, if needed.

"The cost was too high; it took us so many years to build this branch."

"Don't put the cart before the horse. Don't you want to advance to the fourth tier?"

Mansa struggled and hesitated.

In the end, a compromise was reached.

"Yes, Bishop."

She responded softly and left Night City.

Harrison's eyes reflected her retreating figure, his gaze devoid of any emotion in the gloom.

......

at the same time.

Adventurer's Hall.

Gabo was sitting in the tavern, drinking alone.

The surroundings were glittering and magnificent, bustling with noise, and filled with the aroma of steak and ale.

But when he drank it, he only tasted bitterness.

He revealed Vichy's location.

Even though he was suppressed by a fourth-tier vampire and his brain was forcibly dug out.

But once it's been exposed, it's been exposed.

The middleman position that we worked so hard to achieve is about to disappear, isn't it?

Gabo thought to himself.

At that moment, the adventurers suddenly stirred up a commotion.

He turned his head and saw that it was the city defense army.

"Where is Gabo? I have a mission for him."

Soon, a path parted in the crowd, and at the end of the path, Gabo glared at them.

"What more do you want? Isn't it enough that I've betrayed you!"

"Don't worry, you're not being disloyal. She specifically asked for you."

"What?"

The city garrison soldiers didn't say anything more, and simply handed Gabo a notice.

Gabo glanced at it curiously, and his previous dejection immediately vanished. He used both hands and feet to quickly leap onto the tavern's stage.

"Hey! Hey! Look this way!"

"There's a world waiting for us to save! Brothers!"

Everyone was stunned, wondering what had gotten into Gabo all of a sudden, and why he was suddenly spouting such nonsensical things.

Saving the world? Them?

A group of second-rate adventurers, a group of gamblers who die for money?

But Gabo's enthusiasm remained undiminished, and he continued to shout loudly.

"Brothers!"

From now on, all spell templates, including those I provided before, will be paid for by the city defense forces, as long as we can break through to the bottom of the dungeon within a week!

"The time to make a fortune has come, brothers! Let's show those Shadow Children what we're made of!"

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

In an instant, all the adventurers in the room were in an uproar, and everyone's eyes lit up.

The spell templates that Gabo provided before were really useful. I heard that many high-level adventure groups went so far as to go deep into the Red Marrow to drag out the Golden Scale Dragon and beat it up just for those spell modules.

With such a reputation, how could you miss this limited-time event?