Chapter 613 Give Him an Offer He Can't Refuse
"So, my dear guest, what do you plan to bet on?"
Mo Cheng forcefully changed the rules within the [Field], which made Morris a little wary, and at the same time turned the topic to another direction, a direction that would allow him to safely escape from the gambling game.
No matter what bet Mo Cheng proposed next, Morris would refuse it outright, and thus the gambling game in the [Field] would not be able to begin.
Morris couldn't figure out what Mo Cheng was, but he knew one thing very well: if he rashly entered into the gamble, he would be the one to suffer eternal damnation.
In the past, most people who were pulled into the [Field] ended up in irretrievable destruction, and Morris even took pleasure in it at one point.
He didn't want the fun he had seen in the past to happen to him.
"It seems that you don't want to bet with me. Well, that's quite wise. So what can you do to avoid betting with me?" As if he saw what Morris was thinking, Mo Cheng's words were like a sharp knife, cutting through the defenses of the man in front of him bit by bit. "It's not a direct rejection, which means you are not the master here. You need me to report the bet before you can refuse the bet with other excuses."
"If it's as I think, then you should have relatively little power over this place. In other words, if I offer you an offer that you can't refuse, the one behind you won't give you the power to refuse."
Mo Cheng was like a hungry wolf that discovered the weakness of its prey, pressing forward step by step. He knew that the next step was to show his fangs.
Make him an offer he can't refuse.
“Pah, pah, pah!”
Morris raised his hands and praised without reservation, "Excellent, extremely wonderful. You are the only one who has gained so much information in this place for the first time in thousands of years."
"Yes, I have the power to refuse a bet, but when the stakes are huge, I really don't have the power to refuse."
"But..." Morris said in a low voice, "Do you have that bet? The last time I made a bet that was closest to being irresistible, the Archivist and the Arcane Scholar from Candlekeep joined forces and put everything they had on the table. I could have refused, but I didn't. In the end, they both lost, everything."
"Of course, when they lost in the end, they didn't intend to fulfill the bet and seal me in the book. I was sealed for a long time, but their fate... hehe."
Hearing about the last gambling game and how Morris was sealed, Mo Cheng couldn't help but frown.
The two professions of arcane scholar and archivist are not common ones.
Arcane scholars are dedicated to elevating the study of magic to the level of a discipline. They are not interested in developing new spells or exploring the special uses of spells, but rather strive to understand the basic process of spell formation and the principles of the inner workings of the magic network, which are the basis of all magical constructions.
The first arcane scholars were born in the dusty library of Candlekeep, where they tirelessly read manuscripts left by wizards who died thousands of years ago, trying to find the most basic principles of all magic. But even Candlekeep's collection is limited, and not all magic developers are interested in recording their development experience. So arcane scholars spread out into the wider world, observing and recording all kinds of magical skills they can find. Their practices gradually spread, and then some wizards who had never been to Candlekeep also adopted their methods and similar techniques to use magic.
By gaining a deeper understanding of magic and recognizing its underlying principles, arcane scholars become experts in the art of metamagic. Their spells are more powerful, last longer, and can be cast more quickly than comparable spellcasters. Arcane scholars are also better at explaining how magic works to the common people, and those who travel with an arcane scholar can benefit greatly from their knowledge and be protected from many magical harms.
Arcanists do not limit themselves to studying a particular kind of magic; to truly understand the craft, they believe that all manifestations must be understood, and thus all arcane spellcasters can join their ranks equally. Of course, the insights of sorcerers and bards are especially appreciated by arcane scholars, as these spellcasters rarely have the patience to sit down and discuss the deep workings of magic.
The profession of arcane scholar can be summarized in one sentence, which is to study the nature of magic, just like scientists studying theoretical physics.
Archivists are researchers of scrolls who study almost all ancient texts in search of ancient traces.
Compared to ordinary priests, archivists are more like historical researchers, and their biggest goal is to restore the original appearance of all history.
For them, perhaps the scrolls that record these teachings are more interesting than the teachings themselves.
This is where the comes from - although many of them are indeed priests, they are also people who bow to archives.
They will search for clues about the past in any church text and travel around the world in search of ancient sites and lost records.
In a sense, archivists are researchers of history and explorers of the secrets of God.
Some gods are really annoyed by the existence of archivists, especially when a certain archivist digs up a god's dark history hidden in history. Some gods who care more about the past, to some extent, dislike the profession of archivist.
But on the other hand, archivists are also loved by many gods.
Morris' words gave Mo Cheng some reminders, letting him know what kind of bet he should make if he wanted Morris to be unable to refuse the bet.
Mo Cheng condensed his voice into a line and sounded it in Morris's ears. Because the bet he mentioned was too shocking for others, he did not intend to let irrelevant people know what he had betted.
"My bet is the fragments of the original prayer, and the secret of Baal, the Lord of Terror, and the information about who took [the thing] after his death."
After Mo Cheng announced his [bet], this area began to move spontaneously. Morris only felt that his consciousness was suppressed to the edge of his body, and a powerful and irresistible consciousness took over his body.
The only thing Morris could control was his eyes, and there was disbelief in his eyes, because the scrutiny on betting in this place was absolutely strict.
In other words, the news that Mo Cheng said, whether it was the fragments of the original prayer or the whereabouts of [that thing] after the death of Baal, the Lord of Terror, were confirmed to be true news.
The gambling game began.
