The Magic Book Finally Became a Divine Artifact

Telly sat down properly and looked down at the little goddess before him.

For a dragon in its growth phase, nothing mattered more than eating, sleeping, and having fun. Telly was no exception. He felt nothing for Aglaia's beauty and only found her a bit troublesome.

As for gold, silver, jewels, and Divine Artifact treasures—were those merely things? They were life itself!

Still, Telly had some sense. He knew that although the one before him looked thin and small enough to swallow in one bite, he absolutely could not beat her. He could not even handle Ambur, much less Aglaia, who was obviously stronger than that lunatic.

After thinking for a moment, he took out that book again and said in his most sincere tone, "Would you like me to introduce Ambur's traits and weaknesses, beautiful lady?"

Telly felt truly pitiful. The last time he had been this polite was when he had wanted to trick his mother into giving him a giant gemstone.

Aglaia folded her arms and glanced at Telly, then nodded readily. "How did she end up becoming someone nobody respects? I remember my father saying that she was a goddess cursed by her own followers?"

"Generally speaking, for anyone who made a living at sea, alcohol was the source of life.

I remembered why I had such a terrible impression of that goddess.

At Dagger Beach, there was a strong liquor called Philian Reserve. Sailors had given it a name: Bitch Queen's Revenge. My father loved drinking, and he basically had every kind of alcohol available on Faerûn, so he had specifically gone there to buy it once.

When he came back, he actually said that its nickname was indeed well deserved."

Aglaia's expression froze.

She was actually quite accustomed to Gods being cursed, but that