Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

In the study, the atmosphere was icy cold.

Kant looked calm, put his hand around Job's neck, and looked him in the eyes.

No force.

However, the messenger of the Broken Isles felt that his breathing was stagnant, and an indescribable terror shrouded his body, as if everything about him was in the hands of the other party.

Past, present, Future.

Life, death, soul.

He felt a sense of fear, followed by shame.

- How can you do this!

Shame, frustration, fear, shame... all kinds of emotions come to mind.

A human named Job, a noble family born in the Broken Isles, they control the commercial economy of the Western Seas, use money as a lever to leverage the national economy and people's livelihood, they believe that everything in the world can be sold, they believe that the power of wealth is supreme, they Weave a network of interests with huge economic interests, and benefit from it, and maintain the independence of the Broken Islands under the coveted countries.

In this case, there is always a dream called arrogance, which pervades the hearts of the people.

They have become accustomed to trading, ignoring the so-called morality, following their own laws, and selling everything of value, whether it is grain, cloth, prohibited smuggling, or living intelligent creatures.

They have become accustomed to the power of money. Wealth can corrupt loyalty, disintegrate constancy, make human nature ugly, make souls abandon their dignity, make kings bow their heads, and make beggars eminent, so they feel that money can do everything, And they who have money are the most powerful.

And following this idea, Jobe came to Far Harbor as a messenger.

They're going to use a magic called money on Kant.

Luster and others were detained? Redeem with money and interest.

Kant angered by food price war? Calm down with more money and benefits.

This is the creed of the Broken Isles—everything in the world can be bought with money.

If it doesn't work, there are only two reasons.

Either you don't have enough money, or you bought it in the wrong way.

Therefore, they have already formulated a strategy to calm Kant's anger, and then plan for the future. Even this time, Kant used space magic to transport a huge amount of food, which made these Broken Isles businessmen smell huge business opportunities, and they even planned to revise the previous Diplomatic strategy, try to ease the relationship with Kant.

This level of material delivery is really better than all the chariots, horses and cargo ships in the world.

Yes, greedy businessmen have something new to get their hands on.

I want to buy Kant's space teleportation ability.

And Kant's...forbidden spell.

They are already preparing chips and capital.

This negotiation is only the first step to ease the relationship - to help Kant control the country with the huge commercial advantages of the Broken Isles, to recruit him to join the Broken Isles, to give a huge amount of material, manpower and financial support, to dispel the previous unhappiness and hostility.

Then, Kant can be woven into a huge net.

After all, according to their calculations, the countries will develop special attack spells that imprison large-scale space teleportation and resist forbidden spells at the fastest speed. After these projects are successful, Kant's threat will suddenly decrease, and at that time, hunting Kant, the plan for himself has reached the final stage.

But these island owners with a good sense of business, because they have been in business for a long time, their thinking has completely changed into the shape of a businessman. They feel that everything in the world can be solved by trading—perhaps this is true in another world, after all, it is as noble as a phoenix The king must also be subject to the Silver Moon Council, the emperor of the human world must also obtain the support of the electors, and it is difficult for the kings of the country to act on their own joy and anger.

But Kant is clearly different.

He just wants to kill kill kill and grab grab grab, just like the green skin in the north.

An incomprehensible sense of absurdity mixed with fear and unease erupted in Job's heart.

To Kant, he was both jealous and contemptuous.

With the supreme power of the forbidden spell, he was able to stand side by side with other countries, but his behavior was arrogant like a nouveau riche, rude like a barbarian, without an army, no heritage, no wealth, no territory, and appeared in front of the world only a few Months, there is such a status and achievement - why!

Looking directly into Kant's eyes, Job suddenly let out a contemptuous laugh.

- He's going to use the negotiation skills of the Broken Isles.

As long as you laugh in front of your opponent and invite them to ask "what are you laughing at", you can get into your own rhythm.

Kant frowned.

Then he raised his hand and slapped his face: "You are laughing at your mother and you are stupid."

Job's cheeks were swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, but at this moment, his body's reaction was obviously faster than his brain's, and he hadn't even realized what had just happened.

After three seconds, he finally became furious. He wanted to fight back, but he didn't dare. He could only cover his face subconsciously and screamed: "What are you doing! Kant! What's the difference between you and a bandit!"

"I have weapons of mass destruction," Kant explained reservedly.

Job frantically said, "Do you think you can do whatever you want with the forbidden spell?"

"Otherwise?" Kant said in surprise: "Otherwise why don't you dare to fight back?"

"—Kant!" Jobe snapped, "You bully and coerce the Broken Isles with forbidden spells and force, and the whole world will know your notoriety! The righteous will stand up against you!"

Kant sighed: "Why did I become the villain? You are quite innocent?"

Job covered his face, and his voice was accompanied by pain: "I don't think the righteous people will wantonly humiliate the messenger, and I don't think the righteous people will wantonly use force to bully the weak!"

Kant tutted: "Then why are you a messenger here?"

"Because you detained our people and confiscated our property and funds in Bibo Province!"

"Then why were they detained?" Kant said coldly, "Your people are making waves in Bibo province with money, raising food prices, disturbing the foundation of society, and disregarding the hungry people..."

Jobe protested: "We are businessmen! Businessmen seek profit, buy low and sell high, since ancient times! The previous thing was just a normal business behavior, and your brutal lynching is interfering with our right to free trade!"

"No, it's called hoarding, it's called speculation, it's a crime, and I've made the law."

Kant smiled at Job's dissatisfied gaze.

"Okay, don't you want to reason, then I will reason with you today."

"Broken Islands, I didn't even know where you were before. We can say that we had no grudges in the past, but how did we end up with grudges recently? After the paradox element was announced to the world, idiots all over the world wanted to share a piece of the pie, except Outside of the Three Kingdoms, you have the most fun dancing in the Broken Isles, you have organized fleets large and small, and you want to enter the territory of Goethe to make a lot of money..."

When Job heard this, he said: "We admit that this approach is not very appropriate, but didn't you also cast the Forbidden Spell to prevent the fleet from going to sea? We will also..."

"Oh." Kant said, "Okay, I remember, you wanted to hurt me, and when you approached me, I threw a stick. You were too painful and scared, so you could only give up and leave in despair, so Your logic is - although I wanted to hurt you, but because you were ready to hit me with a stick, I didn't do it. I saw that I couldn't find it cheap, so I left, so this is the end of the matter, if I do it again To be held accountable is to bully people, and it is to be unrelenting, is that the way to say it?"

Job was speechless.

"Don't feel embarrassed, I've seen the world, and shameless double-standard logic like yours is not without precedent, or most of the world is like you."

Kant waved his hand: "Okay, let's put this here first - you said that after I threw the forbidden spell, the two sides were even, and then you sent people to deal with food prices, what do you say?"

Having said that, Jobe simply did not hide it.

Besides, this matter, the Broken Islands has a lot to do with it.

"Does your Highness feel that you have no responsibility at all?" He gritted his teeth, "What did you tell the nobles of Far Harbor a few days ago? To make Far Harbor great again, to regain its position as a trade hub... Since all of this has been revealed. Hostile situation, then why can't we do it?"

"Oh, I understand again."

There was no anger on Kant's face, and he nodded: "We said that to achieve the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, you feel that we want to destroy you, and you feel that we want to replace you, so you don't allow it, just hear it. Take the initiative to bully us and make us lie on the ground forever - does that mean?"

Job said blankly, "What?"

"Take history as a mirror." Kant sighed, "Look, I already knew how to deal with you."

The messenger groaned in his heart.

"Don't you want to talk? You can talk. I only have three requirements."

Kant raised three fingers in turn.

"First, in this economic war in Bibo Province, the overseas funds from the Broken Islands are involved, and the participants in every link, including those who make decisions, mobilize funds, and express support, the Broken Islands must all Arrest and execution must be carried out under the supervision of the special envoys of the Tribunal, and all the property of all prisoners shall be handed over to Sigoethe as compensation.”

"Second, the economic penetration of Goethe by Bibo Province over the years, including Goethe nobles, officials, soldiers and people from all walks of life who have interests in you, the Broken Isles should unconditionally provide all the lists to the Far Harbor authorities, and place you in Goethe. All related industries are delivered to Sigoethe unconditionally.”

"Thirdly, the Broken Isles are loyal to me, and I will take 50% of all business and shares. From today, you must fully cooperate with the Western Seas Commercial Center to relocate to the far port, and play your role and value. The following new city construction and large-scale development strategy will add to the building blocks to prove that they are worthy of my forgiveness and tolerance - if you do well, my future shogunate may have your place."

After hearing the second half of the first sentence, Job's face changed completely.

He resisted listening to the last one, and his face was already full of anger and smirk.

"This must not be..."

"Shh."

Kant shook his finger: "It doesn't matter what you said, bring this to your island owners."

"The island owners will not agree to such a request!"

Jobe said angrily: "His Royal Highness Kant, this is not the way to negotiate at all. If you feel dissatisfied, you can make a request. We will quell your anger with sufficient sincerity. You should put forward constructive conditions, not here. To vent his anger by offering a sky-high price that will never be fulfilled..."

"Why isn't this constructive?"

Kant spread his hands and said: "If I capture the Broken Isles, then your life, the life of your family and all your property will be for me to claim, all your business is mine, and I can also get your list, and now I allow you Is it unfair to take the initiative to surrender and give you half of it as a reward for understanding current affairs?"

The messenger sneered: "You can still keep half of your property by surrendering yourself. It seems that His Highness Kant, who has enough soldiers and food, doesn't have to send a large army to go out, which is enough for you to pay half of the bargaining chips."

Kant didn't seem to hear the sarcasm, nodded and said, "You're right, I really should have charged a little more. After all, if I don't fight, I'll also lose."

Job wondered, "What loss?"

Kant looked at him and smiled slowly: "If I don't fight you, a stinky fish and a rotten shrimp whose strength is not weak, and whose strategic depth is almost equal to nothing, where can I go to find a whetstone for training troops?"

The man in purple showed a look of consternation. He wanted to say something, but at this moment, Kant shouted: "Come on!"

The door was slammed open, and two persecutors in black robes fluttered and strode in!

Kant said lightly: "Take it away."

Judging from the size of the elf's rebels, they stretched out their palms and held Job's shoulders on one side. The iron pincer-like restraint and the battle-hardened murderous aura instantly dispelled all desire to resist. The Broken Islands The messenger then felt panic - what did Kant want to do?

He said loudly: "I am the messenger! I am the messenger of the Broken Isles! His Royal Highness Kant! This is about reputation and fame! It will make your…"

Condrey ignored him and walked straight out of the study.

The two persecutors followed behind with Jobe on their backs.

Going all the way down from the third floor, walking out of the gate, the guards on both sides stood at attention and saluted, Job's mouth was blocked by a rag, he whimpered, looked around, and then saw him in the corner of the front garden His entourage and partner, Ruhl's sturdy and dark body struggled feebly.

The scene was **** and terrifying.

The cruel elf crushed Ruhl's chin and stabbed a long iron nail into the opponent's tongue. Two spellcasters waved the light of magic beside him, one for life healing, and the other for awakening and wise.

Immediately afterwards, he was held down firmly, and the dying and desperate burst of power was suppressed by the more powerful elves. A persecutor raised his mace, aimed at the lower body of the strong man, and slammed it down.

Seeing this scene, Job did not even accuse and anger Kant, nor did he have any idea of ​​standing up for his companions. Boundless fear suddenly came to his heart, and he realized a terrible thing.

—Kant heard their previous answer in the carriage!

He looked at Kant with extreme fear in his eyes.

A jeep was parked in front of the manor house.

Kant sat in the co-pilot, the driver was Hong San, and the two persecutors pushed Job into the back seat, one on the other, sandwiching him in the middle, restricting all his movements.

"Let's go."

The car started slowly.

It was the first time that Jobe took Kant's alchemy vehicle. If it was normal, he would have quickly realized the convenience and business opportunities of this thing, and tried every means to obtain exclusive sales rights.

But now, he has no such mood.

The scenery on both sides kept receding. They left the manor and drove along the wide and flat road to the far port. Job tried to say something, but his mouth was gagged, so he could only whimper, and then even this right was denied. , because the elf beside him choked him warningly.

He could only close his mouth to show his understanding, and the elf released his tong-like hand, and then Job heard that Kant, who was sitting in the front row, had a few words with the people around him in Sindan.

Then he saw Kant reach out and press a few times on a panel similar to an alchemy console in the center of the body, which seemed to turn on some kind of button.

"We are ordered to cause chaos in Bibo province..."

He heard a familiar voice.

Luster!

Job showed a look of horror, but he looked left and right, Luster was not in the car, the voice came from a strange device in the center of the car, the owner of the voice belonged to his acquaintance, the young owner of the Vuitton Chamber of Commerce in the Broken Isles. Ster, one of his missions this time is to redeem the other party.

At this moment, his voice came from the alchemy device.

"Fried high food prices..."

"A large number of civilians starved to death..."

There was extreme weakness, fear and collapse in his voice, like a confession after a brutal torture, no matter how big or small, there was absolutely no calm and demeanor of an elegant and noble son.

"Inciting a riot..."

"Spreading rumours..."

Job looked out of the window blankly, because he heard the same voice outside the window, overlapping with the words in the car, as far as it was close, like an illusion.

He looked out the window. Between the bright buildings of St. Francis in the far harbor, pillars were erected. At the top of the pillars, a magic device like a morning glory was fixed, and a huge amount of sound was released, flying alchemy puppets one by one. Wandering around, also tied with a magnifying device...

The huge sound was getting closer.

That was the angry cry of people.

"Criminal! Criminal! Criminal!"

"Punish them! Punish them!"

Through the car window, Jobe saw the angry people on the street, they were waving their fists, yelling, insulting the cold-blooded people of the Broken Isles, clamoring for revenge and war.

Like a herd of bloodthirsty sheep.

He saw corpses hanging from long pillars, swaying gently with the sea breeze. Revenge and punishment have been the main theme of the city these days. The intelligence pointed out that Kant has been executing this food price war these days. The main participants of the , no matter whether the other party is a noble or not, how high the title is.

He heard voices other than confession on the loudspeaker.

The voice belonged to an old man.

"It's time to show our true strength, the Broken Isles underestimated our resolve..."

The vehicle passed the angry crowd, passed the corpses on display, passed the angry voices and the convicts of the criminals, and drove all the way to the southeast corner of the city, stopping slowly beside a gladiatorial arena.

When someone opened the car door outside, Job felt an unprecedented panic.

He struggled, trying to express something to His Royal Highness Kant in the front row, but the perpetrator just pulled it lightly, and he fell out of the car like a chicken. There were alienated hounds barking outside the car, and there were black people standing around. The robe, he was picked up and dragged to the entrance of the arena.

A frenzied sound came from it, all of which were the tyrannical roars of men.

Crying for death, punishment and revenge.

Like a dead dog, he was dragged into the arena. He looked around in horror and found that it was full of people, everyone was panicking and fearful, or crying or wailing loudly.

And the audience stage is full of ragged pariahs, everyone's clothes are so shabby, but everyone's face is bloodthirsty.

A big man like Jobe used to sit in the best private room in the arena of the Broken Isles, watching the rude and brave fighters fight **** battles below, while he, his friends and his girlfriends were chatting and laughing. Comments - but now, everything has turned upside down.

He saw Luster of the Wiedon family, the flattering attendant Ona, many acquaintances, the observers sent to Bibo Province, and the employees of many chambers of commerce.

"Lust!"

He rushed to the heir to the Weedon family and shouted: "What is this! We..."

The other party's handsome face was covered in blood, but he was just smiling foolishly.

The people around also lost their minds completely, just howling.

They are all proud people who have dominated the business world and stirred up the situation with huge amounts of funds and materials, but now they collapse like pigs and dogs, feces and urine are flowing, weeping and begging.

Like the meanest maggot.

And the pariahs in the audience were laughing wildly, mocking and joking.

The food chain is upside down, and this dislocation of identity feels absurd, like a monkey on a crown, like a farmer on a throne.

Obviously, no one is in awe of these big men.

The people at the bottom, who have been bullied and despised, are now showing bloodthirsty malice.

On the highest platform, Kant looked at this scene and sighed silently.

Hong San stood beside him and said, "Your Highness, or else..."

Kant shook his head and said, "There's no need to... It's better to be ugly than to bow and kneel."

When he said this, he glanced at Hong San: "It's not about you."

Hong San smiled: "I know."

"It can break their fear and let them lose their fear of the nobles. Today's matter is done." Kant said, "The next time is to temper them... If you want to live a good life, you have to fight with your own life. Yes, wait for my alms? There is no such good thing in the world."

"Yes."

"Then..." Kant said, "kill it."

The metal iron is sonorous, the force arm rotates, the firearm is in place, and the ammunition chain rotates.

The turrets of the high platform above the arena hummed and turned.

In the middle of the arena, Job finally pulled the rag in his mouth, and he said loudly: "His Royal Highness Kant! I was wrong! Please don't do this! I am willing to tell you..."

The next moment, his shouts were drowned out by a violent roar.

The flames spewed and the gunpowder burst.

The strong light and smoke suddenly rose, the large-caliber ammunition shuttled like lightning, the tracer bullets pierced the air like light arrows, and in an instant, like a death scythe swept through the crowd, the speculators and economic prisoners from the Broken Isles shattered, broken. The body pulled bloodshots one after another, and the scorching high temperature sealed the fractures of the limbs, burst, cut, and separated.

In an instant, this two-hundred-year-old arena ushered in the bloodiest scene.

The heads exploded like watermelons, and the bodies exploded and shattered. Amidst the countless deaths and screams, a purple figure dodged, fell, and crawled helplessly.

Job witnessed the most brutal death up close.

The familiar figure shattered and shattered, and he saw Lust's handsome face distorted and burst, he howled, he crawled, but the deadly projectile seemed to avoid him on purpose, shining in the shuttle of the tracer. Next, the ray of death began to stroke along Job's body.

He listened to the whistling of the wind and the explosion in his ears, and watched the blood flow into rivers and flesh and blood, as he rolled and ran between the blood plasma and the minced meat, he was so tired that he fell to the ground. harm.

And in the auditorium, the middle-aged men who had signed up after hearing His Highness Kant's recruitment notice had already vomited into pieces, mixed with fear and nausea. Such a scene was like hell.

Life is so fragile.

so fragile.

The flower of death eventually withered, the light and shadow disappeared, and the sound was silent.

Kant looked at the **** execution ground and said lightly: "Look at the quality of the applicants, record their reactions and qualities, and pack up and pack the prisoners."

Jobe sat in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, smiling madly.

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PS1: Ah, find time to play Lance 10 in the past two days... I have to say, under the political correctness trend of European and American devils in recent years, Japanese devils can be called the light of human rationality, Jing Jinzi.