Mystra's Sword

Mystra was rather frustrated to be declined by Roland. She heaved a sigh. "Other goddesses seem much luckier than me. The man that they're interested in is their believer, friend, and companion. I've finally met someone who is rather capable, yet he wants nothing to do with me except earning money and reputation with me."

She spoke in a slow and gloomy tone as if Roland were really a terrible man.

Roland secretly chuckled.

Born in an information world, he had seen countless girls manipulating the guys who were in love with them. He didn't think he could see through all of them, but he certainly wouldn't fall for this one, whose expression was obviously insincere.

"We are merely cooperating with each other."

Roland had truly intended to earn more reputation and money through Mystra, but it was a win-win.

It wasn't like he didn't pay anything.

Sacrificing spells could benefit the development of the Church of Magic.