Who Exactly Is the Evil God?

Elise rarely asked Anse to do anything. The fact that she had suddenly brought this up meant this person was far from ordinary and had to be treated with caution.

Perhaps she also intended to win her over.

"What's her name?" Anse asked.

"Brynhild. An elderly, kindly Elf. She was studying at Candlekeep back then and often came to—" Elise explained with a smile, her face carrying a trace of nostalgia.

"Does she have a way to revive Stol?" Anse knew that was the real reason Elise had invited her.

"Hard to say." Elise's expression darkened.

After a brief silence, Anse comforted her. "I'll make another trip to Traveler's Respite in a couple of days. I should be able to find something. I've always had good luck."

Back when he played games, resurrection items had been abundant and commonplace. Reality, however, was completely different.

Everyone valued their lives. Resurrection-related items were in far greater demand than supply, their prices remained high, and often, even having the money did not mean one could buy them.

He suddenly thought of those Chosen of the Evil God. His own method of obtaining divinity had been rather unusual, but other divine chosen should have gained spells or traits attached to a portion of divine power. Perhaps some of them possessed the ability to revive the dead.

If Stol could be revived and the two of them worked together, their odds of hunting Chosen of the Evil God would rise dramatically.

It wasn't possible that every Chosen of the Evil God was Legendary, right?

Since they were waiting for someone, the two did not go out after breakfast. Instead, they stayed in the room, studying the finer points and practical applications of magic.

Mostly, Elise asked questions while Anse answered them, explaining everything in great