William Gives Up Sole Possession of Faerunriel

Hill considered it for a moment. He felt that Waukeen would probably still have to pay compensation.

Bane and the Evil Dragon were both incredibly difficult to find.

Yet Waukeen still needed to spread her faith in Faerûn.

This world had offended so many Gods.

Even if the Gods of the Good Alignment let her off, Mask, the God of Thieves, and Cyric, the God of Intrigue—those eternal enemies—would not mind taking the opportunity to strike her a couple of vicious blows.

And even if Faerûn's Gods had not appeared in this world themselves, their subordinates had all come.

Why would they be willing to lend Waukeen a hand?

There was also the Berserker Alignment.

Even if the northern ice fields and the Wilds had no followers of the Goddess of Wealth, what about the coast?

Her followers probably would not even be able to get within thirty kilometers of the shore.

Whichever ship they boarded would surely sink.

Whichever coastal city they visited would be guaranteed daily typhoons.

Did she no longer want maritime trade?

Hill fell silent for several minutes. In the end, he could not conceal this world's true danger just to vent his momentary anger.

If William discovered the mountains' secret but did not know who the real enemy was, he might very well doom not only this world, but Telashir as well.

No one dared say for certain just how powerful the Chromatic Dragon Queen was.

Faerûn might not care, but Telashir could not withstand even a single breath of her fire.

Hill took out a new map and marked the Rune points again.

At the top of the map, he wrote a line in five colors—white, black, green, blue, and red: Bloodline Protection.

He handed the paper to Liszt and told him to arrange