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Chapter 499 The Conspiracy Among the Gods (Two in One)

The riot was brutally suppressed. The rioting people besieged the square in front of the palace, and the legion besieged the place almost impenetrably. Archers and crossbowmen shot arrows at the crowd, and thousands of dwarves were killed. On the square of Wangcheng, the flowing blood almost turned into a lake, and captured nearly 1 people, while the remaining tens of thousands were wounded and fled. Countless families and clans were destined to cry and riot tonight Its appearance was so sudden, even though it almost shook the entire kingdom, its subsidence was also so easy.

The king finally breathed a sigh of relief. On the next day, before the blood in the square was shed, he rewarded the brave guards and the army that rushed to help. As for the 1 captured, Kraft The VI showed a cruel face. He sentenced 3000 of them to death, while the remaining 7000 people will either be imprisoned for many years or exiled to the frontier.

The entire royal city settled down again in the sea of ​​blood, and Kraft VI was particularly satisfied with this, but the riot still left a shadow in his heart.

"Since there is a riot...is there going to be a second riot, a third, a fourth?"

After just a few days of joy after the catastrophe, King Kraft VI fell into worry again. At this moment, he finally realized how intense the contradictions in the entire royal city and even the kingdom were.

The stability after the suppression of the riots is not peace once and for all, but more like the calm before the storm.

Whether it is the gold and silver clans, the craftsmen using steam technology, or the ordinary people involved in the riots, no one is not immersed in grief or fear, and the deep anger is buried deep. It seems that except for the king, Except for the soldiers who were rewarded, there was no winner in the end of this riot.

The dwarves who have always been straightforward can hardly swallow this hatred, even if the target is the king. In the streets and alleys, the people began to arrange, discuss, and insult Kraft VI, and the name of "tyrant" spread to everyone in the royal city in a short time In every corner, even the servants and maids in the palace were talking about it.

Before Kaifu VI had time to celebrate the joy of suppressing the riot, he was surrounded by these insults. At first he was extremely angry and ordered the arrest of those who insulted the king, but the momentum of the people did not stop, but intensified, and finally forced De Kraft VI had to back down and ordered an amnesty for the prisoners being held.

Even so, it only eased the current situation.

The people still regarded Kraft VI as a "tyrant" and listed his name side by side with other tyrants in history. Under such an atmosphere, the kingdom became more and more turbulent day by day.

Kraft VI was devastated by this. At this moment, he finally realized how stupid his decision was at the time. If it was a wise human monarch, such as Emperor Deschanel, he would use clever means to appease the people. Instead of transferring all the anger of the people to himself.

"Tyrant, they call me a tyrant. I have worked hard for this kingdom. I have lived up to the expectations of my ancestors. I have worked hard for these ignorant people, and at the same time I have been devout. What a tyrant like me! They still call I am a tyrant, why? Because I did not follow their will, I let their wrath turn on me, they are so stupid, so easy to ignore my previous great achievements.

So... what if, one day, I allow their anger to be directed at someone else? "

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In the Celestial Kingdom, the gods of various factions have already started their actions, and at the same time, they have achieved different degrees of progress on the earth.

Some are going well, some are not, some are walking on the ground, and some are struggling... No matter what the original intention is, no matter what they have done, the gods have made great efforts for the upcoming changes.

On the star of Dionysus Hippos, a banquet slowly enters the middle.

Sipers is a god who loves wine, and likewise, he also loves banquets that offer wine. He warmly entertained gods belonging to his faction, such as Laren, the god of dreams, Utus, the god of storms, and Rhind, the god of victory. Os, God of Wind, etc...

There is no doubt that the goal of this faction is the faction that hopes to isolate mortals from the path of divine creation.

And they also took actions that belonged to them.

"Laron, how perfect our strategy is, no one can find a single flaw."

The god of wine, Hippos, held a maid in his arms, sipped the fine wine and praised.

"It's all the hard work of everyone, and every god present is for the joy of this success."

Laren drank the wine in his hand,

"The king invited the priests of the gods and got a perfect answer. Except for us, the gods didn't know anything about it."

When the voice fell, the gods present all smiled knowingly and raised their glasses to celebrate.

It is undoubtedly a very reasonable and fair decision to punish the chief culprit without taking sides. It is difficult for anyone to find a fault.

"Even if other gods find out, so what?"

Dionysus Hippos said with a strong smile:

"It's people who make the decisions, we're just helping."

Utus, the God of Storms, stood in the corner with a gloomy expression. He was obviously dissatisfied with the atmosphere in front of him. The intrigue between the words of Dionysus and Oneiroi was not his favorite style.

Compared with these, Utus is more inclined to act directly, for example, God descends in front of mortals on the spot, issuing life-threatening warnings, but it is obvious that doing so is useless, so Utus can only endure this banquet.

"I heard that the progress on the side of the night is not going well, and that the cursed god Icabe also suffered a failure. These news are simply the best appetizers."

While discussing other factions, Dionysus Sippos refilled his glass of fine wine,

"So next, Laren, how do we get to the next victory?"

Dream God Laren also refilled the wine in the glass. He leaned against the wall pillar and looked at the distant land with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Instead of responding directly, he asked:

"You said, the word 'tyrant' is so heavy and shameful, if a person is a tyrant, his family will be cast aside by all people.

If a person does not want to be known as a tyrant in history, what can he do to win back the praise of his people? "

Dionysus Hippos asked curiously:

"What should I do?"

Dream God Laren slowly said:

"Explore the frontiers and lands, make great achievements, and create brilliance that will be admired by future generations. In this way, no matter how the predecessors suffered under his rule, future generations will sing praises for him.

After all, what the predecessors suffered, future generations do not have to suffer, right? "

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As a scholar, Belvan had little to do with the riot. His relationship with the Gold and Silver Clan was normal, and he was not a group of craftsmen who used steam technology. In fact, Belvan was panicked and confused that day. At that time, he was doing research, and suddenly he heard a burst of shouts, and then the whole palace was in chaos. Belvan wanted to find someone to find out what happened, but in the palace No one can tell.

By the time Belvan got a general idea of ​​the whole situation, the riots had subsided for several days. He and a group of scholars hid in the palace for a few days. He did not witness the sea of ​​blood spreading across the square with his own eyes, but he heard many cruel and bloody stories from his mouth. In fact, more than 1000 people died in the suppression of Kraft VI.

When he learned of this, Belvan was a little unbelievable, and then sat on the chair and retched. Goosebumps appeared all over his body. This is a disgusting, painful, and regretful emotion.

The reason is that Kraft VI is not an abstract, high-ranking king to Belvan, but a person who is benevolent to him. He funded his own research and met with him many times. His son was his proudest student. Undoubtedly, Kaf VI was one of the few people Belvan was close to, but it was such a person who used cruel and bloody methods against the people of the kingdom.

For example, a good man's benefactor, a good man's closest friend, commits a felony, and commits a crime of massacre due to a moment of anger, how complicated, how embarrassing, and how embarrassing will that good man's mood be? of tangle and pain.

But what can Belvan do? He is just a scholar serving the royal family. He can neither interfere in political affairs nor change the king's thoughts.

These days, Belvan’s face has been filled with gloom. More than 1000 people died in the square in front of the palace. Every time he thinks about it, he feels unspeakable torture, even though he secretly donated to the victims many times , and went to the Artisan Temple many times to sacrifice to the great Heris, but he couldn't get relief from it.

"Mula, what your father did...ah..."

In front of his students, Belvan sighed and hesitated to speak.

Prince Mulla frowned and said softly:

"I know my royal father has gone too far..."

Belvan seemed to be stimulated, and shouted:
"Too much? Is it that simple?!"

The teacher's reaction was beyond Prince Mulla's expectation. The latter opened his mouth wide and stood there in a daze.

Belfan realized that he had lost his composure, and he slowly restrained his expression. Looking at Mulla's appearance, he suddenly understood that it was difficult for the latter to empathize with him.

The master-student disagreement arose so suddenly that Belvan didn't know how to deal with it yet.

Belvan just sighed deeply, and said slowly:

"Go ahead with our research, there's nothing we can do anyway.

Mulla... Anyway, I hope you take this as a warning. "

After finishing speaking, Belvan turned around and returned to his own research with a group of scholars.

The riot that shook the kingdom did not cause much disturbance among this group of scholars. After all, their work had nothing to do with it, and their weight was not enough to influence the kingdom's political affairs.

Through the joint efforts of scholars, the research on the path of divine creation has reached a new stage. The framework that Belvan set at the beginning has been gradually filled. Their greatest achievement is the five paths of divine creation. These five paths of divine creation The first-level to second-level research has been perfected, and the corresponding promotion ceremony is far more stable and complete than before.

There is no doubt that this result was reported to King Kraft VI at an extremely fast speed.

"Their success exceeded my expectations."

Kraft VI listened to the eldest son's report and sighed softly.

Mu La echoed:
"Father, the teacher will not disappoint your expectations."

Kraft VI did not reply, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, the king suddenly changed the subject and said:
"After that riot, the complaints and reactions of the Gold and Silver Clans were particularly intense."

Prince Mulla nodded and said:

"Of course, those craftsmen, no matter what, still have to rely on their father's reward. Without money, their inventions will be difficult to maintain.

And those gold and silver clans are different, they think they have never received your favor, and they have their own mines, farms, towns, and even armies, so naturally they can't swallow this breath. "

Kraft VI bitterly said:
"Yeah, so I'm going to do my best to appease the Gold and Silver Clan.

But how can I appease him?Gold and silver?They have no shortage; machinery?What they hate most is steam technology; towns?They have enough territory in their hands... After thinking about it, there is only one thing that can temporarily calm their grievances. "

Hearing this, Prince Mulla couldn't help asking curiously:

"What is it?"

Kraft VI said slowly:
"Power...the power of the divine creation path."

When the voice fell, Prince Mulla shuddered.

"Do you know what the people call me now?" Tyrant", "hypocrite", "bitch", they are so ignorant, if so, let them be ignorant, anyway, when the time comes, their praise will wash away abuse.

Let's use this power to win over the Gold and Silver Clan, appease the Gold and Silver Clan, and ease the atmosphere full of conflicts, until finally, we will complete my feat—recovering the Helong Mountain Range. At that time, no one will call me for a tyrant. "

Kraft VI spoke very fast, and in front of his eldest son, he unreservedly confessed his plan, which was an idea he had been brewing for a long time these days.

Prince Mulla kept shivering. He didn't know why. He felt that the father in front of him was a little strange, crazy and persistent. This was an emotion he had never seen in his father.

But no matter what, Kafu VI had made up his mind. He grabbed Mulla's shoulder and spread out a roll of maps in front of Mulla. He seemed to have planned the attack route and all the preparations for the days of preparation.

"In the next two years, we will first vigorously build steam trains in several major towns, and then mobilize three legions within two months. Yes, next year I will send someone to Deschel, and from there Ask for support and assistance to pull Golan's northern border army..."

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