And almost ninety percent of sorcerers were atheists, without faith. Compared to most people of this era, sorcerers' ideas were closer to modern people's: power above all, self-interest above all.
Legend has it that the strongest sorcerer once captured three Djinn at once, using them as his personal 'rechargeable batteries,' making these otherworldly spirits, who could be called 'realm spirits,' help him in battle.
Of course, this was only because sorcerers had not encountered truly powerful deities. Those they had encountered were, at most, powerful nature spirits with magical abilities.
The true deities in this world are, for example, the Goddess Melitele, the Goddess Freya, the Goddess of Death, or the God of Destiny.
Conceptual deities like them, who do not appear in physical form and occasionally manifest miracles in the world, are the truly powerful ones.
As for the Lady of the Lake, the Goddess of the Wilderness, certain Spring Goddesses, Mountain Gods, Beast Gods, and the Lady of the Woods, etc.
Their true forms are indeed just powerful magical creatures. It's simply that they have lived long enough to wield more and more wondrous powers, far exceeding ordinary magical creatures.
Just like the Dryad Queen among the Dryads, if she lived even longer and her power grew stronger, perhaps she could call herself the Goddess of the Forest and gather the faith of followers.
Sensing Francesca's attitude, Guilliman didn't mind and even somewhat agreed.
He was pretty much the same.
To him, a transmigrator, deities were not exalted beings, but merely creatures more powerful than ordinary humans.
With the Deep Blue System's assistance, his path to godhood was clear and definite.
One day, he too would reach that level.
"However, I think your elven race could also try to accept outsiders."
"Like these trolls, succubi, vampires, halflings, and even dopplers."
"Of course, you could also try to accept some humans. Humans are not a monolith; there are good and bad, kind and evil."
"The elven population is difficult to increase. Races like these, with intelligence and the ability to communicate normally..."
"Are all potential partners for cooperation."
"If you could persuade a hundred trolls, or even several higher vampires, to fight for the elves, they would be a fighting force no weaker than a human army."
Guilliman articulated his thoughts. He was a pragmatist; anything with benefits could be tried, unconstrained by so-called traditions and rules.
So, in his eyes, there wasn't a severe racial divide, only people who were good to him and people who were bad to him, friends or enemies.
He wondered if Francesca was listening.
Perhaps it was because the surroundings were so beautiful, or perhaps because being able to speak freely and equally with someone today was a rare experience.
In any case, the Elf Queen was in a very good mood today, even humming a melodious and pleasant tune.
Guilliman also felt good. Being with a high-quality woman like Francesca, no matter what they did, his mood was always quite pleasant.
After about ten minutes, accompanied by the rustling sound of dressing.
Francesca's voice rang out again.
"I'm done bathing, my gentlemanly Witcher. You can come over now."
Hearing this, Guilliman quietly let out a breath. The past ten minutes had indeed been a bit difficult for him.
He almost couldn't resist using his out-of-body skill to secretly watch the Queen bathe with his soul.
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