Ride and Cut

　　 Richard combined his own life experience to verify a little bit, and he has to admit that Sauron's statement is indeed reasonable. Now it is an impetuous age. Good goods are worse than shouting, sincerely.

　　The income-generating plan was declared bankrupt, but to Richard, who mastered the ironware trade, he didn't really care, so he could just talk about it and adjust the atmosphere.

　　The topic of easy and freehand brushwork ends here, and then the real game meat.

　　 Richard and Sauron glanced at each other, each smiled, and at the same time scolded each other as cunning and ghostly, and withdrew their entourage in a tacit understanding.

　　 "Lord, I have to thank you."

　　 Richard is the illegitimate son of the old Marquis of Orlando. From the perspective of the traditional aristocracy, the sordid relationship between him and the Orlando family is actually very shameful.

　　 After all, this world is realistic. In the face of conflicting parties with such unequal positions of power, it would be good for ordinary people to do nothing to help each other.

　　 But what did Sauron do as a lobbyist for the Orlando family? With a big wave of his hand, he generously provided interest-free loans, and the amount was far above Richard's psychological price. In private, he even sent his own illegitimate son to show his favor. This attitude is not a second-to-five son, but it is also very subtle.

　　 Without him, the green light will be given all the way, Lord Lord's journey of pioneering will not be as smooth as it is now.

　　 "I guess, you want to know why." Sauron took out a gold snuff bottle inlaid with gems, poured a pinch of brown powder on his palm, and leaned up with his nose to take a double breath.

　　 A bright red appeared on his face and neck, and his whole person was deepened and excited a lot.

　　 "I really want to know." Lord Lord is really curious.

　　 He was always ready to shout "Don't bully the young man" and then went on it alone. He didn't think he was lonely.

"Three reasons-first, they are all born of illegitimate children. I have some sympathy." Sauron pulled a cushion behind him, lay half on his back, and looked at the sky with his eyes wide open. "Second, Orlando My family is still a little bit powerful in Southern Province, and I can’t reach out to us, so even if I do some tricks, they won’t be able to find out.”

　　 It may be because of the hot weather. Sauron moved his lips and rubbed the sapphire ring on his index finger with his thumb. Lord Lord suddenly felt a steady and cool breeze coming towards him, and it was a lot cooler.

　　 "What about the third?" Richard knew that the third must be the most important.

　　 The first two items only provide implementation possibilities, but the realization of any behavior requires one to be possible and the other to be driven. There is still a lack of drive.

　　 Just like Lord Lord usually tidying up Nehru, the various reasons are to provide possibilities. The real driving source is actually "it depends on you." Therefore, if Nehru wants to deal with less, he must either fight for less stupid things, or find a way not to betray the lord so much.

　　 Unfortunately, the hardships and frustrations he suffered may not be enough. I haven't figured out this simple truth yet.

　　 "Listen to me." Sauron stretched out **** and shook his head, pulled away the topic and asked something irrelevant. "Do you know that we have two factions in Pompeii over the years."

　　 "I don't know." Richard shook his head.

　　 Although he is a nobleman now, he is incomparable with traditional nobles in opening up a noble information channel. Lord Lord basically smeared his eyes at the upper level, not to mention the secret of factional struggle, even the name of the current crown prince is not clear.

　　 "Couldn't it be the two princes vying for the throne?" He responded with a grimace.

　　 Richard vowed that if Sauron dared to nod his head, he would definitely turn his head and leave immediately. Fighting for the throne and failing to fall on his head Richard, why go wandering in the muddy water.

　　 Sauron turned over and sat up, looking dumbfounded, "We have only one Royal Highness in Pompeii, who will fight with him? Besides, your Majesty is still very young and strong, and is far from the time to abdicate. You should not be too rich in imagination, okay."

　　 Richard smiled twice: "Which two factions are they?"

　　 "One group tends to the Holy Light Church, hoping that Pompeii can be accepted by the diocese. The other group is more inclined to the goddess of ice and snow and does not want to have too much ties with the Holy See."

　　 "Oh." Lord Lord nodded clearly.

　　 Holy Light Church is currently the mainstream sect in the entire human world, and most of the ancient beliefs that were once prosperous have been crowded out.

　　 At present, about one-third of all human countries, large and small, have the word "Holy" in front of their country names. This is a symbol of their piety and a symbol that the Holy Light Church has almost dominated the world.

　　 The reason why I have to say it almost is because in Pompeii, the northernmost country, the largest area, and the second most populous country, the Holy Light Church is still in the ascendant, and the goddess of ice and snow is the object of the people's faith.

　　 There are many reasons-first of all, it is indeed related to the climate. In the northern part of Pompeii, severe ice and snow disasters often occur in winter, which is objectively conducive to the spread of the belief in the goddess of ice and snow. Richard has a deep understanding of this. He can still see the evangelistic organization of the Holy Light Church in the southern province.

　　 But more importantly, Pompeii's temperament is slightly different from other countries. Not only faith, but also some other things can't get into a pot. Specifically, such as: military, politics, folklore, art, terroir, blood...and others.

　　 "You and Wenger belong to two factions?" Lord Lord looked suspicious.

　　Although he had never dealt with the half-parent Marquis Wenger, he wanted to come to the Marquis of real power and his IQ would not be low enough to penetrate the floor. How could he entrust political opponents to help.

　　 "No, no, no." Sauron waved his hand again and again, "Little Wenger is the one who resists the Holy Light Church, but the mage doesn't believe in gods, so I am a secular-that is, neutral."

　　 "Masters generally don't smoke." Richard pointed his finger at the snuff bottle in Sauron's hand, which was more irritating than ordinary tobacco. For the mage pursuing the sublimation of reason, the excitement itself should be eliminated.

　　 "It's not snuff, giant **** brain powder." Sauron put the container back into his robe, and lightly nodded his forehead with his index finger, "Relieve my migraine."

　　 Migraine is regarded as an occupational disease in the mage group. It is the result of weak body and intense use of the brain.

　　 "Tell you a secret, I don't actually believe in any gods." Richard looked at Sauron's face, waiting for him to be surprised.

　　 After all, there has never been an exact record of the true God coming, and the so-called miracles seem to be difficult to convince the public. With the experience of Lord Lord growing up under the red flag, he made him believe in something that didn't exist or not, and it was a dream.

　　 But this time he was destined to be disappointed.

　　 "I have investigated you a long time ago. Unbelievers like us are too rare among the nobles of the kingdom." Sauron scratched his gray hair, "It is precisely because the rare species are worth protecting, that I decided to help you."

　　 "That's it?" The person who was astonished was Richard. The reason was so casual that he couldn't believe it.

　　 "Otherwise, what else will I show you a whole scene of court struggle?" Sauron picked up his teacup and drank, then smiled at him, "Some things don't need to be complicated, because the truth is simple."

　　 "Wait, you don't want to pull me into the neutral faction, do you?" Richard was back on track after being taken off-track by Sauron.

　　 "I have this idea." Sauron nodded calmly.

"Damn! Don't even think about it!" How could Richard not know that as long as disputes are involved, the neutrals will be both sides. His poems are really good."

　　 Sauron shrugged, "If you have to stand in line one day in the future, I personally recommend that you choose the Holy Light Church."

"why?"

　　 Sauron fumbled for a moment and took out three metal pieces in his palm, "Look at this."

　　 Richard came over and looked at it. It was Pompeii's gold, silver and copper coins. He thought there was something special in it, but careful observation was only the most common coin.

　　 "The Holy Light Church is going to pay for me?" Lord Lord can only guess like this, his nose suddenly heavy with excitement, he has never encountered such a good thing.

　　The silver bullet offensive may have a mediocre effect on other nobles, but it is definitely a hit against the lord of the mountain fort.

"Master Richard, what is in your mind?" Sauron covered his face and said while sighing~www.readwn.com~ I mean—their exchange ratio is one gold coin to ten. Two silver coins, one silver coin for twenty-four copper coins. In fact, Pompeii has the ability to adjust the currency weight to adjust the ratio to a figure that is easier to calculate, but it has not done so. "

　　 "It's because the ice and snow goddess has 12 wings on her back, and she has 24 envoys sitting down." This common sense, Richard still knew.

　　 The clergy of the Church of the Goddess of Ice and Snow mastered very sharp ice magic. They are not small in Pompeii, and the current currency value is the result of their struggle with the royal family.

　　 "Yes, but calculations are not very convenient for the market." Sauron smacked his lips regretfully, "God has twelve wings, but we only have ten fingers."

　　 Richard nodded in agreement. It was not that he had never experienced the life of a commoner, so he naturally understood how troublesome it was to use.

　　 "The influence of the Ice Goddess Church on the world is too deep, and now His Majesty Sagre of Pompeii is a powerful and rough monarch."

　　 "At least I have developed mathematics. Even a three-year-old child knows that 12 times 24 is 288."

　　 Richard threw the gold coin into his pocket while talking nonsense, returning only two silver and bronze to Sauron. It is nothing more than a dispute between theocracy and the kingship, and the lord of the mountain fortress who is still nesting in the wilderness does not intend to worry about it.

　　 "I said, you are now considered a person of fame and status, do you have to take advantage of this small advantage?" Sauron shakes the two coins in his hand, dumbfounding.

　　 "Poor." The lord looked confused, "Mosquito legs are also meat, and I still owe you a thousand gold coins."

　　 "It's a thousand and one now." Sauron said quietly.

　　 "Damn!" Richard quickly threw the gold coin back with a flick of his hand. "You are also considered a person of reputation and status. You have to care about a gold coin?"

　　 "You said, mosquito legs are also meat."