Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 597
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"The best way to limit the Trunsoest Brass Book is to let it fall into an internal loop. First, set up a space that is isolated from external feedback, so that it does not have the opportunity to continue to amend the bill based on its own activity..."

"If you are stuck in an internal loop, the best way is to let it generate contradictory laws on its own, but such a situation is difficult to create."

"The easiest way for me is to directly seek help from the Orochi and give the Brass Book a ten-year start cycle."

"But after they realized that I had arrived, they must have already arranged ways to fight against the 'destiny' path. The big snake is busy catching another snake. I really shouldn't intervene at this time. There are two more in the Brass Book The angel suppresses the seal and will not be over-activated for a while. The maximum effective range is limited to the Fusac Empire at most. If it is further away, Bethel Abraham and the dead demon, neither of them can match them. I think, on the contrary, I have to worry about the dead demon stabbing me in the back..."

Medici touched his chin and concentrated on thinking. If he had an army and other sealed objects on hand, it would be easy to deal with the Brass Book and the Great Shepherd holding the Brass Book.

But He was now empty-handed, with almost nothing.

"Hey." Medici patted his face, "Is there anything you two can do? Of course, needless to say, I know that it is impossible for the two of you to create a paradox in the brass book, so if there is nothing else You don’t have to say anything if you want to say it.”

"The one you said is not allowed to move is Medici, what does it have to do with me, Sauron?" and "The one you said is not allowed to move is Einhorn, what does it have to do with me, Medici?" Although this idea is perfect, it seems It's very feasible, but the brass book won't actually promulgate regulations by name - this is the flaw.

As long as the Brass Book says "Hunter activities are prohibited", all three of them can be temporarily restricted.

The same sealed object, manipulated by someone and operated entirely by activation characteristics, can achieve completely different effects in the sky and on the earth.The experienced sequence [-] is quite bluffing when it comes to uniqueness.

"Nothing to say." Einhorn lazily replied in his mind, "You want my help when you beat my descendants. Not only am I helpless, I will also try my best to hold you back. That's it, Sauron is in your hands. "

"I'll make a pair."

"No."

"No farts, you two?"

"You've let me go all the time, right?"

"Okay, then get lost." Medici waved his two cheating teammates and sent them into the corner.

Say something weird and feel better.After relieving the pressure a little, Medici read through the small book in his hand and sorted out a little bit of useful information from these fragmentary information.

Medici has not been so close to the people at the bottom for a long time. The last time he needed to get closer to the people at the bottom like this was when he ate a hot pot of stew with everyone in the Eastern Continent.Reading too much of the crooked, ugly handwriting and a lot of useless nonsense in the little book was simply damaging to the spirit, and made him miss the little devil kid who was very good at accounting in "War Red" and the little devils who each had their own abilities. Subordinates, but the gangsters and cheap workers in the civilian areas are definitely unable to compare with their regular army. Medici can only look at the red and sigh.

After the first round of testing, neither he nor his opponents were willing to act rashly. Not only were they unsure of killing each other in a short time, but there was also a powerful enemy secretly watching and waiting for both sides to suffer losses. This confrontation became very serious. Challenging.

But it doesn't matter, conspirators are good at protecting themselves wisely, and they are not stingy in using their brains to achieve their goals.

"Under the premise that they are both my targets, the advantage of attacking the Patriarch is that as long as I act fast enough, I can get one or two sealed artifacts; the disadvantage is that without the Patriarch, that Ai The juniors of the Yinhorn family can directly take over the church and unify all forces to deal with me."

"It seems like there are only downsides to attacking him first. It's like throwing ourselves into a trap. Chike is definitely the fastest..."

Chick is so annoying, like a poisonous snake always lurking about to bite someone. It would be great if this guy could explode on the spot.

So when Patriarch Larion found out that he was attacked, he was only panicked but not surprised. The three of them knew the stakes well. Even Larion did not dare to bet on whether the emperor would save him. "I'm a little late for something"?

If he comes a little later and is fully prepared with his sealed artifact to drive away the evil war angel who assassinated the Patriarch, he can tearfully accept the Church of the God of War and become the dual secular and religious leader of Feysac.

——Although I don’t know how long this power can be held, there is no shortage of people in the world who only care about holding power and not time.

Ouch.

Medici thought of a way.

I don’t know what other people think, but according to Medici’s observation, the stereotype of Him in the world is often that of the top of the force and the leader of the army, as well as a symbol of victory and positive war.But positivity does not mean justice, as people always have the illusion that the God of War is always victorious, and that the God of War is the most powerful on the frontal battlefield.

But in fact……

Since we can't decide the outcome by force, there is no need to use force to decide the outcome.

There is no doubt that force is necessary, but compared to the directness of the battlefield, conspiracy is more flexible and adaptable to almost all situations.In response to the stalemate on the frontal battlefield, when the situation is evenly matched, the situation will be tilted towards one's own side. This is why the conspiracy was born.

Medici turned to ask the Southern Continent demigod who had not spoken for a long time and was as silent as a puppet:

"As you mentioned before, there are people secretly promoting the 'Poseidon' of the Rhoad Islands near the port. Are these people still there now?"

Hilda turned her head, but her shoulders and body remained motionless. Suddenly, a strange sense of agility appeared on her body, as if the wooden sculpture had turned into a living person: "They have turned into the law that prohibits sacrificing to evil gods."

After saying this, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and a blush appeared on her face:
"There was originally a man alive, but he had no money to treat his broken hand, so he had to apply snow on the wound. But he was too afraid of the pain and applied it for too long. When he was roasting on the fire, the meat on his arm was like aspic from the bones. Up and down, he bled to death this morning.”

"His arms all turned into bones. I don't have such a living corpse yet."

"Then it's really too late for me to ask." Medici was not too sorry, "Your Rose School's hobbies are still so twisted and perverted."

Hilda was a little embarrassed: "Thank you, I think you are cool too."

Although he had heard it many times, Medici was really not very interested in the hobbies of the Rose School and the craft of making living corpses: "What did Poseidon promise? Did they sacrifice him? If I remember correctly, the legend of Poseidon's true body It’s just a local belief in the Rhoside Islands. Now the news that the God of War is dead has been tightly covered by the church, and the Inquisition is not a showpiece. Why are they risking their lives to secretly sacrifice to the God of Poseidon?”

"A businessman from the Rhoside Islands is not a missionary. He just said that he can get fish by worshiping the sea god on the islands. The port is taken over by the nobles in winter. They may not be caught if they worship the evil god, but without work, they can get fish in one day. Will freeze to death.”

"Is that so? The businessman has left?"

"He said that he runs a charity school and came to Freezing Port for a short stop to buy some specialty whale meat... I guess he didn't even expect that someone actually took his preaching seriously."

Hilda shrugged, not surprised:
"Probably a lot of people secretly offered sacrifices... Then one or two were lucky enough to catch a fish, and the name 'Poseidon' spread quietly in the port area. I don't know how long it took when I was discovered. It happened about a month ago. But it was of no use. After reaching a certain scale, the notice board made them all disappear."

After listening, Medici thought for a moment and a smile appeared on his face.

"No, this is nothing. I think there should be many more people who want to secretly worship the Poseidon now than before."

"Because so many people have died, it proves that sacrificing this guy is effective. We should take action in this regard and let your people secretly spread the faith of Poseidon, tell the stories of successful harvests, and encourage They offer sacrifices secretly.”

Hilda was not very surprised either:
"I understand your desire to cause trouble, but this will only lead to more deaths of people who can be exploited, right?"

"how is this possible."

Medici gestured.

"Just ask them to draw a sea snake on the ground. Let's learn how to draw. Just draw a long winding strip on the snow with your hands."

"Then put something to eat in front of this thing, half a piece of bread and half a bottle of wine."

"——I was taking out the food at home to refrigerate it. How can I secretly sacrifice it to the evil god? As for this painting on the snow, how could you tell it was a snake? I dug a spoonful of snow to have a snowball fight when I had nothing to do. , how can it be regarded as a holy emblem? The Poseidon emblem doesn’t look like this. Look, the neighbors around us are doing this. We have believed in the God of War for generations, is it possible to say that this street is secretly worshiping the evil god?"

"Sacrifice is just like this process. You recite the name to the holy symbol, and then put something to please the gods. Although the brass book says that you are not allowed to recite the name in full, you can just make up a few symbols and say some prayers. , you shouldn’t need anyone to teach you this.”

Hilda looked at Medici:
"It seems like you have a lot of experience catching cultists."

"Of course." In the third era, it was not only about catching cultists, but also about being enemies of all faiths in the world.

"Okay, I'll let them do it, but in this case, the announcement...if the brass book you mentioned is reflected, every time the terms are updated, it will make the potential Poseidon believers a little more determined."

Hilda imitated Medici's way of thinking and touched her chin. The yellow hairband on her dark brown hair swayed.

She looks to be in her 20s, but her actual behavior is younger: "You also need me to go to the port to control some fish from getting into the hands of those lucky people. I have never gone to school, so just think that these strategies you mentioned are useful. ”

"You can't learn these things by going to school." Medici said with the attitude of a subordinate who doesn't look very smart, "Unless you go to the military school we run."

Hilda nodded:

"You are helping it increase its followers. Do you know Poseidon?"

Although it is called the "Poseidon", many high-sequencers also know that it is just a sea snake that was lucky enough to swallow the Sequence 3 extraordinary characteristics without losing control. It is not a god at all, not even a normal saint.

It also doesn't have much wisdom. It only knows how to use its own power to violently intimidate believers, and even attack believers to force them to believe in itself.Even the shelter is very limited, let alone expecting it to have any effect other than force deterrence against the rebels.

Medici thought for a moment and corrected her:
"You know him, and you should just call him 'him'."

"Is it promoted?"

"The sea serpent you knew has long since died, and the current 'Poseidon' is a real god."

After Medici finished speaking, he began to mutter some words that others could not understand: "Add some followers to that kid, occupy the public opinion field, and spread the faith of 'The Fool'. When the time comes, he will conquer the city of Secret Puppet" After you're done, you have to give me some assistance... not too much, at least help me stop the dead demon, and it's best to just let him use the 'Conqueror' characteristic..."

"correct."

Medici suddenly thought of another thing:
"Go find that tall man who purchased a large amount of weapons and food according to the information and doesn't know how to bargain."

"I suspected that they were acquaintances of mine. After contacting them, I tried to tell them my name to see how they would react."

"What if he reacts?" Hilda asked.

"If he reacts, tell him, um..."

Medici cleared her throat and whispered solemnly:

"The Holy War He wants is about to begin, and as promised, you should follow in its footsteps."

"Nonsense, His Highness Si'a never told us this when he was still alive."

"Only the propaganda effect is achieved by the gods. Don't digress. If I guessed correctly, these people are real descendants of giants, with an average height of two meters and four meters, and all of them are extraordinary. Then, we can start spreading the word The news is that they are the chosen ones of God, noble guests from the hometown of the giant family, and they are the true masters of this country. And their god is the god who will soon replace the God of War to protect this country..."

TBC
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December 12th, before the New Year.

In the early morning, Viscount Conard arrived in Pulitzer Harbor in a carriage and began to wait for the relative who came from afar.

He was quite disdainful of this relative in his heart, but the reward given by him was really generous.

As an old land aristocrat, when he was addicted to the glory of his ancestors and realized the importance of shares and industry, there was no longer a position for him to squeeze in to get a share of the new industry.

At first he didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until his land income became less and less, and one day he even discovered that he couldn't part with the [-] gold pounds that was used to maintain the family castle in his fiefdom, that Viscount Conard woke up from a dream. Immediately following the shock, he had to "donate" one of his family's collections to the art museum for a fee at the beginning of the year, earning [-] pounds, thus maintaining his dignity last year.

But since then, his dignity has been like a hole that has been patched up more and more.

There are always countless places to spend money, but the money is getting less and less.

This year's banquets, salons, clothing, and food and clothing expenses are still the same as in previous years. He even hired a few more servants. The financial hole is getting bigger and bigger just like his dignity. Viscount Conard can only do it in the dead of night. Only then will I be in a daze looking at my own account book.Subjectively, he was unwilling to face the ledger and his own financial crisis, but in reality he had to count his fingers and calculate which humble collection at home he would sell next - before selling it, he He would put it away and joke to the guests that they were tired of seeing it.

Lowering standards is impossible under any circumstances.

Fortunately, just when he was worrying about this year's New Year expenses, a relative in Feneport wrote a letter.

Although this relative did not have a title, the tone of the letter was extremely flattering. He probably didn't know that the relative he thought was noble had already receded two centimeters in his hairline due to lack of money.The general idea of ​​the letter was that he wanted his daughter, who had just grown up, to enter Backlund's social scene, find her future betrothal partner, and join the nobility. She hoped that Viscount Conard could serve as the girl's introducer for the sake of relatives.

None of these are important. The only thing that made Viscount Conrad read this letter was the bargaining chip of his relatives:
The other party was in the grain business in Feneport and invested in steel and banks, so he was very wealthy.Although he was only a baron, he was very wealthy. He was actually willing to pay 30 pounds to send his daughter to Viscount Conrad as a daughter who was in poor health and raised outside the country.

If the marriage can be introduced smoothly, the other party generously offered to give Viscount Conard another 20 pounds as a thank you.

In Loen, donating 50 pounds to the country can already buy a knighthood.

For this money, no matter how much Viscount Conard hated this relative with mud-legged legs, he pinched his nose and wrote back to express his willingness.

He had to sigh, the sacrifice he had made was too great, and he actually wanted the daughter of a wealthy businessman and commoner to bear his family's glorious surname.

"Sir, the ship is coming," the valet said.

Actually coming by boat... Viscount Conrad felt even more disdainful, but had no expression on his face and just nodded.

Of course he wouldn't get out of the car to greet her, and he didn't even want to see this commoner girl who didn't have noble blood but was pretending to be a noble.But considering the 30 pounds the other party carried, he had to at least meet with him, say a few words, and express his concerns.

The valet got out of the car with gifts to pick up the young lady, but he sat motionless in the carriage, happily waiting for the opportunity to directly make up for this year's financial hole, and also allow him to hold a grand event that was decent and worthy of his status. , a New Year's party that can dispel rumors of "economic crisis".

After a while, he heard a young woman's voice not far away.

He was somewhat curious, so he opened the curtains and took a look, praying in his heart that this girl would at least not look very ugly and embarrass himself.

Soon, he saw his valet and the girl wearing a wide-brimmed hat standing next to the valet.

She was a girl with blond hair and brown eyes. She had a round face and was not very beautiful, but her features were straight and delicate. She smiled very gently and spoke softly and slowly, making people want to get close to her involuntarily.

The other party's blond hair was neatly coiled, and she was wearing a goose-yellow dress. The fine gauze mesh on her wide-brimmed hat hung down, giving her a mature and mysterious temperament.

A maid with the same blonde hair followed the young lady. She had a low eyebrow and looked like a young girl.

Not bad... Viscount Conard was somewhat satisfied. Such a girl seemed like she would not cause trouble for him, and it would be easy for him to introduce marriage.As a commoner girl, if she can marry a baron, she can already be grateful to herself and offer the 20 pounds with both hands.

He was in a good mood, took out the letter in his hand, and took a look at the new identity that had been prepared for the other party:

"The little daughter who was raised with relatives in a foreign country because of her young and frail health,"

"Miss Susie Conard."

(End of this chapter)