There was a sudden silence in the secret room, and Michael and Roland fell into deep thought.

McGonagall didn't say anything, he probably knew a little more than the two of them, but he wasn't sure if he was right.

"If it was the former, then the previous world would have been completely destroyed under the scourge of the old rulers, and there was a very long fault line in the world civilization, and then it took a long time to develop into what it is now." Michael frowned and said, "But, can those guys really live for such a long time?" ”

"If they're strong enough to destroy the world, and somehow get through this long time, I don't think it's something incomprehensible." McGonagall said calmly, "Moreover, the tribes are like leeks to them, cutting stubble after stubble. ”

"Uh...... That's right. Michael opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"If it's a complete fault line in the inheritance, then who did it? If it is the ancestor of all races, knowing that there are terrible demons, shouldn't he warn and warn the younger generations? Roland raised his own questions.

"The dragon clan believes in the dragon god, the demon clan believes in their respective demon gods, the orc clan believes in the beast god, the elven race believes in the god of life, and almost all races have their own gods and spirits, forming a strong faith.

Assuming that the strength of these gods is determined by faith, the Doomsday Rulers become powerful by controlling the various races to believe in themselves, and the evil gods have very powerful means of demagoguery, and can easily corrupt and control those who are mentally flawed.

The best way to rid the continent of Nolan from the Doomsday Dominator is not to alert everyone to it, but to completely forget about it, so as to sever ties with him. Therefore, the gods of each race may have erased all records related to it and everyone's memories in the Nolan Continent after sealing the Doomsday Ruler at the same time. McGonagall frowned slightly, "These are my inferences. ”

"Most of the gods of the various races only exist in legends, and although they can receive some supernatural gifts, whether they are really gifts from the gods or not, even now I can't make a sure judgment." Michael shook his head, thought for a while, and said, "As for the power of faith, if the gods really exist, then maybe they really exist, otherwise there would not be the phenomenon of worshipping gods in all races." ”

"These two inferences, if it is the latter, at least the tribes still have gods to protect them, but if it is the former, how to deal with the Doomsday Ruler who has begun to stir up has become the most difficult thing." Roland frowned.

"Either way, the most important thing for us at the moment is to immediately put an end to the potential hegemony of the various races, alert the entire continent to the emergence of the Black Mist, and try to find the Doomsday Ruler, kill it completely, or impose a more complex and strong seal." McGonagall said solemnly.

Michael and Roland both nodded, and as McGonagall said, this was what they could do at the moment.

"This is the stone statue that Rex handed over to me, the stone statue obtained at the site of the Eba tribe back then, it should be the evil god that the Eba tribe worshiped and worshipped at that time." McGonagall took out the stone statue from the crate and placed it on the table.

"Why did this ugly thing become the totem of faith of the Eba tribe?" Anmichael glanced at the stone statue, only to feel a trace of depression rise in his heart, and quickly looked away.

"This is exactly the weirdness of it, if the tragedy of the Eba tribe spreads to the entire Nolan continent, it must be a human tragedy." McGonagall put away the statue, its presence making the chamber cold and eerie.

"The Grey Temple will bring the investigation of the Black Mist and the Doomsday Ruler to the highest level of authority, and will fully investigate and monitor it." Roland said in a deep voice.

Michael also said: "The City Lord's Mansion will try its best to establish contact with all ethnic groups, and communicate this matter with all ethnic groups in a restrained manner, without definite evidence, I am afraid it will be difficult to completely disappear the signs of hegemony among various ethnic groups." ”

"Okay, I will continue to pay attention to this matter, and if I think of anything, I will also contact you in time." McGonagall nodded.

The three of them had a brief discussion about the Black Mist and the Doom Dominator, but there was too little information to discuss anything substantial.

Still, the three of them agreed that convincing evidence must be produced before the peace talks between the various ethnic groups, so that the various ethnic groups can come together to fight against a common enemy that may arise.

"Boss Mai, I heard that you kidnapped the best winemaker in the Fak tribe back?" Out of the secret room, Michael looked at McGonagall and smiled.

"It's not abduction, it's her willingness." McGonagall looked at Roland with a smile, "Speaking of which, she is still an informant of the Grey Temple, but with her ability, it is really a waste to stay in the Farke tribe for the rest of her life, so I asked the Lord Roland for someone." ”

"Old Sim is the best informant of the Grey Temple in the Fak tribe, and Boss Mai has caused us a lot of losses to the Grey Temple." Roland also had a smile on his face.

McGonagall took her leave, and Dix personally sent him back to the dining room.

"An investigation by the Department of Property?" Michael looked at Roland and lowered his voice a little.

"It's almost over, and judging by the results, you need to rehire a lot of people." Roland pulled a piece of parchment from his bosom and handed it over.

Michael unfolded the parchment and looked at it carefully for a while, his face became darker and darker, and after a long while, he put it down, and said with some annoyance: "These guys are really insatiable, and they have a little power in their hands, and they really regard themselves as officials, and they make the property rights department look like this under my nose!" ”

"These can be investigated, and as for the deeper transactions that are hidden, if necessary, the Gray Temple can also be dug up." Roland was quite calm.

"Not only the property rights department, but also the Marquis family, they have really not spent less money and energy to operate over the years, and they all regard the City Lord's Mansion as their own, and they can open whatever certificates they want!" Michael frowned.

"Over the years, because of Bennet's relationship, many of the Marquis family's properties have also begun to drift between black and white, and if they need to be rectified, they can be broken at any time."

"Then let's investigate it well, and don't let Bowen hurt well, he's afraid he's forgotten who he is." Michael said with a cold face: "The warehouse has just been a little empty recently, and the development of steam locomotives is a very money-burning thing. ”

"Yes, I'll have them start an investigation into the Marquis family when I get back." Roland nodded slightly.

……

"Minister, are you satisfied with the little beauties who sent you to your house last night?" In a luxurious box, Bowen looked at the middle-aged man opposite who was trapped in the bag of two beauties, and asked with a smile.

"Well, the foreign language is good." The middle-aged man nodded with a satisfied face, and his hands were a little restless as he walked around the two beauties in his arms.

The corners of Bowen's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at the man and continued: "The final ruling on those properties and properties of that Bennet......

"I'll give you the approval tomorrow." The middle-aged man waved his hand, his eyes fell on Bowen's body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Old rules, you are seven, and I am three." ”