Chapter 59 The Mistweaver who was fooled twice
Yeats remembered that in the plot of Troll Warlord, after Ogg’s mother died, he met a Mist believer on his way back to the troll tribe. .
The man's name is "Eral the Mistweaver", a four-ring illusionist, half-elf, whose gender is a mystery, and like all Mist believers, he enjoys deception.
This group of chaotic neutral fun-lovers are opposed to murder for the purpose of deceiving people, because it violates the teachings of the Mist Goddess and will fall into the camp of the Shadow Prince.
Ogg's simple character is suitable for Mist believers to make fun of.
"People are stupid to begin with, and yet they still fucking tease them."
Yeats complained in his heart and glanced at the "Flawless Lie" he had just received from the Goddess of the Mist on the panel.
"Why do I always feel that this person was deliberately arranged by the Goddess of Mist..."
Yeats shook his head. With this spell at his side, his success rate in deceiving Mist believers would be greatly improved. improve.
Not to mention, Yeats also knew the [Female Mysterious Taboo] which was only circulated among the senior officials of the Mist Sect.
Since it is difficult to determine whether two high-ranking people would lie to each other, when they tell the truth, they will swear by the name of 'Kirigakure', which is one of the common names of the Mist Goddess.
Swearing to the name is one of the few ways to judge that they are telling the truth.
"The status of a Mist believer who is qualified to participate in causing chaos on the night of the lunar eclipse is certainly not low."
Yeats thought secretly: "Perhaps he can be used by me to deal with the shadow beast! "
Yeats asked the snowy owl to help find traces of magic. He walked slowly toward an alley in the direction it gave, and suddenly saw a tavern at the corner.
Yeats opened the door and walked in. The environment changed rapidly, and the surrounding area turned into a cemetery lined with random monuments.
The fourth-ring spell, illusion, can create an illusion that changes the terrain and environment.
The atmosphere is eerie, filled with the smell of decay, and the low tones of cemetery bells echo in the air.
Yeats's face remained normal and he said calmly:
"To be deceived by others, you really brought discredit to the Mist Sect."
The sound echoed in the air, and a crow with blood-red eyes stopped on the tombstone.
Yeats stared at the crow and said coldly:
“If you don’t show up, I will spread your story and make the rest of the congregation laugh!”
< br>For the Mist Cultist, being deceived is more uncomfortable than killing him.
Behind Yeats, there was a faint sigh, and a cypress tree in the cemetery transformed into the image of a tall and thin mist cultist wearing a silver-plated mask and a cloak.
"Excuse me, why are you looking for me?" The voice was weak.
Yeats: "..."
It turns out to be at the back.
I was embarrassed. I stared at the crow for a long time.
‘Mistweaver’ Ailal slumped his shoulders and felt depressed.
I originally found a troll who was very suitable for deception, but someone set up an illusion before I could, and it made me look like stars.
Now I was forced to show up again, and the other party said that they would spread the news that I had been deceived.
If this spreads out, how can I gain a foothold in the Mist Sect in the future? !
Why don't I deceive him first... Just as Ailal was making plans, he was slightly startled.
Yeats shouted coldly: "Open your eyes and take a good look at who I am."
Airal raised his eyes to look at Yeats and was silent for a long time.
His tone gradually became weird: "Yesterday, the Warrior of Winter Lake City who exposed another believer's lies, was you?"
Yeats said calmly: "You know, I was Why do you want to expose her?”
Without waiting for Elal’s answer, Yeats asked and answered:
“Because I shoulder the mission conveyed by the goddess of mist.”
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"As the envoy of the Mist God, I came to Winter Lake City in order to implement the oracle of the Mist Goddess and spread chaos among lies and illusions."
"That believer was smart, but he didn't know that he delayed the Mist. The goddess’s plan, I had no choice but to expose her lies and make her shameless to enter the kingdom of the goddess of mist!”
The “impeccable lie” comes into effect automatically, and every word of Yeats sounds convincing! .
The God of Mist? I’m still the High Priest of the Mist! Elal cursed.
They are all liars, you can lie to your brothers, but don’t lie to yourself!
Having said that.
I have something in the other party's hands, and I have to find a way to make him swear not to tell me about being cheated.
Ailar looked Yeats up and down and said, "You call yourself a divine messenger, but where is your mask?"
The silver-plated mask is the status symbol of the Mist Sect, no matter what Yeats Even though he was talking too much, he couldn't take out his silver-plated mask to confirm his identity.
But the woman’s mysterious taboo is enough to prove her identity, Yeats said slowly:
"In the name of Mist Shadow, the Mist Goddess orders her followers to take off their masks when performing major activities. Only by mixing truth into lies can lies be convincing." Ailaer's heart trembled.
Mist Shadow, the secret of the Mist Goddess, is one of the most secret secrets of the entire Mist Sect. Only senior personnel are qualified to have access to it!
Knowing this secret, the identity of the other party is more likely to be confirmed. Airal stared at Yeats, full of doubts, and found that he could not see through the depth of the other party.
In his eyes, Yeats was just like a mortal who had not opened the Tree of Life!
"It's impossible that he hasn't even opened one link."
Elal thought to himself: "That means that his illusion is still better than mine..."
Thinking And here, the identity of the envoy, which is full of doubts, seems to be somewhat credible.
What's more, the illusionist swears by the fog and shadow to endure great psychological pressure.
Even if the Mist believers are good at lying, they will not lie in front of the gods they believe in!
Airal lowered his posture, softened his tone, and said:
"In the name of Mist Shadow... I didn't know that there was an illusionist like you in Winter Lake City this time. I would like to ask, Mist Shadow What is the goddess’s plan?”
Yeats glanced at Ella: “You really want to know?”
A trace of enthusiasm flashed in Ella’s eyes. The tone was as usual: "Being able to listen to the oracle of the goddess of the mist is the pursuit of everyone who believes in the mist, and I am no exception!"
Yeats' tone was serious: "Well, I can tell you, but you Need to keep the secret and participate in this operation.”
Airal kept an eye on it and said cautiously: "Master God Envoy... If I complete this operation, can you not spread my... ahem, mistakes?"
"You mean, You were deceived, right?" Yeats smiled.
Elal nodded quickly.
"This... depends on your performance." Yeats pretended to be profound.
On this matter, I can eat you for the rest of my life!
"..."
The unremitting lies, the shadowy secrets, and Yeats's incomprehensible tree of life, all made Ellar gradually become convinced.
When Yeats cryptically revealed his plan for this trip, Airal was completely convinced and felt a strong shock in his heart.
The Mist Goddess wants to provoke the Moon Goddess and the Night Goddess into a war! ?
Yes, this is exactly how the goddess behaves!
The illusionist who knows this secret is undoubtedly a divine envoy!
Ailal bowed his head respectfully and said, "Please give me your instructions, the envoy of God."
He really believed it! Yeats nodded slightly and said:
"I need your help to deceive a three-ring mage out of the mansion, trap him in the illusion, and create opportunities for my actions."
"Three rings?" Ailaer remembered the handle left in Yeats's hands and boasted without leaving any trace: "I understand, a mage of this level, why don't you bother me, Lord Envoy, to take action!"
Yeats: "..."
Will he win?
Those are not ordinary three rings, they are the chess pieces of the goddess of the night.
Yeats did not regret for a moment that Airal was deceived, and said: "Do you have any gold coins with you?"
"There are about fifty, what's the matter?"
He is a poor man like me... Yeats complained in his heart and said sternly:
"Performing miracles requires a lot of gold coins as casting materials. Although your money is far from enough, it is also a tribute to the goddess of the mist. , leave it to me."
Elal: "If you are short of money, Lord God, there is no need to tell such lies, I will just give you the money..."
Mist Believer A liar by nature, even when facing his own people, Airal was not disgusted with Yeats's clumsy lies just now, but felt kind to him.
“Ah haha, you saw through it.”
Yeats smiled happily, took the gold coin purse, and said casually: "In the name of Wuying, what is your name?"
"In the name of Wuying, sir, my name is Airal."
Yeats smacked his tongue secretly.
Damn it, you tricked a four-ring illusionist!
The strange aura poured into the body and was absorbed by the panel in an instant, and the prompt sounded immediately.
"As an envoy of the Mist God, you deceive the followers of the Mist Goddess."
"You have obtained the favor of the Mist Goddess."
"You have learned a new spell: Laughter"< br>
"Laughter: Level 1. Specify a creature you can see within the casting distance and make it laugh wildly."
Yeats: "..."
The goddess of mist seems to be happy to see her followers being deceived?
(End of this chapter)