Rumors are the most effective, meanest, most vicious and lowest-cost smear ploy in the world.

Especially when it is aimed at a person, it can always produce unimaginable terrible power, and it can even say that the black is white, and then the white is black, until the person who is rumored has a mental breakdown and has a strong suicidal impulse.

In fact, because the channels through which people receive information are not really in their own hands, they can easily be fooled and lame and become propagandists and accomplices of rumors.

Unfortunately, no one in the Faeron Continent has yet to truly realize the power of rumors, so when rumors appeared in the city that Lord Nasir had caused the plague, the soldiers in charge of maintaining order did not pay much attention to it.

After all, the plague was so terrible that almost everyone had lost a loved one or two and friends, so it was only natural to vent their dissatisfaction with the rulers.

However, within a few days, the spread of the rumors began to widen, and the number of people involved in the discussion increased, and the attitude of the citizens began to become strange.

It wasn't until one day that a young boy threw a stone into the head of Lord Nasir, who was out to inspect the people, causing a violent clash between the populace and the guards, that the rulers of Neverwinter realized the seriousness of the problem.

Immediately after, the Bishop of Tyre, the god of justice, and the Paladin, tried to explain to the angry populace that the rumors were simply not true.

But it's too late!

Under the secret promotion of Zhang Cheng's sect, the already precarious situation collapsed in an instant.

In the end, the poor Lord Nasir could not even control the location of the center of the city, so he could only hide in the castle and close the gates, hoping that Waterdeep would research a cure as soon as possible, and then calm the people's anger and resume his rule.

But he had no idea that just as he entered the castle to cut off contact with the outside world, a terrible purge broke out in the Black Lake area.

Jessie Tiefflin, who came from the Beggar's Lair, led his assassins to sneak into the homes of the believers of the God of Justice or the die-hard supporters of the Lord of Nasir, using the sewers in all directions, to mercilessly cut down the roots.

When the dust settled, Zhang Cheng no longer disguised himself as the underground king of the Beggar's Lair, and held a party in Mandaon's name to elect the new ruler of Neverwinter.

His excuse is very simple, it is the content of rumors, and by the way, he also points out that the Lord of Nasir, who is hiding in the Castle of Neverwinter, is an out-and-out scumbag, who only knows how to protect his own life, and does not care about the life or death of the people, and is not worthy to continue to rule the city.

As a responsible and sympathetic aristocrat, he was willing to donate all the food in the storehouse to ensure that every family would have at least one meal a day ration.

I have to say!

Spreading rumors to seriously injure opponents, and then wooing stupid people through a large number of seemingly selfless donations, this shameless routine is about to be played by politicians, but every time it is used, countless people will buy it.

As a result, it is not surprising that a boy who looks only thirteen years old on the surface has been elected by everyone to become the new Lord of Neverwinter.

As for poor Nasir, of course, he was ruthlessly abandoned, and even more than half of the guards defected on the spot, no longer willing to support him.

For ordinary people facing the double threat of plague and starvation, whoever can provide food and antidote will choose who will rule them.

Therefore, under Zhang Cheng's deliberate ignorance, the sect that took him as a belief secretly expanded rapidly, and in just half a month, it actually included more than half of the population of the entire city, and even began to continuously squeeze the living space of the Church of Tyre, the God of Justice.

Eventually, a declaration of expulsion signed by nobles, merchants, and townspeople was sent to Lord Nasir, who was hiding in Neverwinter Castle.

This former great adventurer and great warrior picked up the parchment scroll with a trembling hand and looked at it from beginning to end, then slammed the table and roared in rage: "Bastards, traitors! How dare they! This city was founded by my own hands! No one can take it from me! Where is my army? I will put down the rebellion! I will arrest them all and hang them!"

"Hanging? Are you going to hang more than half of the city's population? It's not us who betrayed the city! It's you! Look at the way you look now, where is there still a little bit of courage that defied hardships in those days. From the outbreak of the plague to the present, he has been hiding like a coward. Neverwinter doesn't need such a lord, we need a leader who can truly lead us out of pain and despair. The messenger representing Zhang Cheng raised his chin high, and his tone was full of contempt.

"Lord Nasir has been trying to find a way to rid the plague!" he has sent a plea for help to Waterdeep, and it won't be long before the archmages come up with an antidote. Erebes, who was standing on the sidelines, couldn't help but stand up for his allegiance.

"Sorry, ma'am, we can't wait that long. In addition, there is one more thing I need to officially inform you that the city will no longer worship Tyre, the god of justice, and you and your god have been banished. The messenger sneered and said something that made many people present angry.

You must know that it is a very humiliating thing for a god to be expelled from a certain place, and if you don't get it right, it will trigger a series of chain reactions.

"Are you serious?" a bearded bishop asked aloud.

The messenger nodded without hesitation: "That's right! This is the will of all the people of Neverwinter! You have failed the city! You have failed the citizens who live here! Now, we don't need you anymore! Please leave!"

"Very well! I promise you'll regret your stupid decision today!" the bishop jumped out of his mouth word by word, exuding a powerful divine energy from all over his body.

"Regret? no! The only thing we regret is that we didn't get rid of you incompetents sooner! ”

With that, the messenger turned and walked out of the castle gates with his head held high.

Through the long corridor, you can vaguely hear the enthusiastic cheers of the people waiting outside, as if they have won a big battle.

"Damn, why did this happen?" Lord Nasir kicked over the table, his eyes bloodshot.

He couldn't believe why a self who was quite loved by the people could suddenly be hostile to the people, and even reduced to the extent of being expelled.

"Calm down, my friend, there must be some conspiracy behind this matter, don't we have a month to go? Let's use this month to solve the plague once and for all, and then investigate this boy named Benny, and find out who he really is, and whether there is a demon or devil in the lower planes behind it. ”

"Yes, we must first solve the plague! Prove that we are not incompetent!"

"I personally went to Waterdeep to see how far the antidote had been developed. ”

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