Chapter 157: "Persuasion"
On the upper floors of the castle, Frederick was stunned when he learned of the intentions of these men.
At his aristocratic level, of course, he knew what it was like to be extraordinary, even the most mysterious pagan psychic from the East.
But when the living psychic was standing in front of him, he immediately developed a certain great fear.
It was an extreme fear of being faced with an unknown force and suddenly completely unable to protect itself.
"Please do not worry, Your Excellency. Your mind has not been tampered with by me. Medea smiled and said, "The fact that you can still doubt whether your mind has been tampered with is the best proof that I don't have the ability to activate it against you." β
Frederick was silent and smiled, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. β
That's right, if the other party is going to do it to himself, then logically, he will not tell himself about it.
Even though he was still afraid, the count quickly suppressed the trembling in his heart and looked at the problem again from a purely intellectual level, and the result was obvious:
"I don't know if what you're saying is true or not."
"Even if it's true, I won't grant your request."
"Guys, go back! As if you had not said it, I had not heard it. β
Frederick said righteously, in a categorical tone, with a righteous demeanor that did not give the slightest room for argument.
Nuo and Medea showed completely speechless expressions.
Because the two of them had passed through their ability to read minds, they heard the earl say quickly in his heart:
"Listen, the names I'm talking about next are the most anti-war old stubborns in the clan...... Please brainwash these people thoroughly, and then the next few names are wallgrass...... It's also a matter of trouble for you to transform their undetermined will, and it's easy to say that the reward or something will be paid. β
"What price can you afford?" Medea's voice rang in his head.
"Money." The earl said directly in his heart, "According to the market price, the price of the transcendent will be raised by 20%, provided that what you do is seamless, and it must not be seen by people." β
"Deal." Medea read the price he had offered.
There is no way, the Sauron family is not a big nobleman like the Weissbach family, let alone potions, and even how many spiritual materials can be taken out is a problem.
But it's good to be able to knock down a huge sum of money. The earl was quite sensible, and knew that money was not as good as potions after all, so he took the initiative to make up the difference.
And so the crowd began to act.
Although most of the parts still have to be imported from Solomon City, and most of the profits are earned by the Solomon Company, the remaining little income is the financial foundation on which the Solomon family depends.
"So there's no value in rushing outward!" The aristocratic old man in charge of the factory said angrily, "I'll tell you so, the upstream supply chain of our factory is basically from Italy and Canada, and the goods are transported by the southern route." β
"Today, the family has taken action and embezzled the Duke's territory in the Duchy of Swabia; Tomorrow the Duke will come with an order, and the southern lords will immediately control our freight, and our factory will have to stop production if there is no supply! Do you know how much our factory loses every hour of downtime? β
"It is precisely because your supply chain is heavily dependent on the stability of the South that it is all the more necessary to conquer the South as soon as possible." Medea said with a smile, secretly activating the ability to implant thoughts, "Now in the Duchy of Swabia, due to the lack of rule of the old griffin, you are not the only ambitious family. If the lords of the south go to war with each other, will the communication routes be interrupted? β
"This ......" The aristocratic old man subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.
"In the final analysis, pinning the security of the supply chain on the security of other territories is itself an unreliable behavior." Medea continued, "I heard that the Count of WΓΌrttemberg in the north has garrisoned Rutlingen, 15 kilometers from here, right? As long as a hurried march comes, your factory will not be able to keep it~"
"Humph! That fishbone count who only knows how to jump up and down! The old man snorted coldly, obviously a little weak-hearted, "Our Falcon family is not afraid of his ridiculous motley private soldiers!" β
"Even if you don't want to expand outward, but you stand in the way of other people's expansion, won't you still be dragged into the quagmire of war?" Medea followed the temptation, "Since sooner or later we have to fight, why don't you take the initiative into your own hands?" β
Her voice was like a demonic word, implanting some kind of bewitchment in the heart of the aristocratic old man:
Yes, if you have to fight sooner or later, why not take the initiative? After defeating the army of the fishbone Earlland, you can take advantage of the situation to occupy the city of Stuttgart, where it seems that there are several rival factories......
Seeing that the aristocratic old man was speechless like a demon, Medea was slightly stunned, and went to find the next target with Aske and the others.
The next target is a certain baron of the Sauron family, a devout believer in God, whose biggest hobby is playing with a microscope in his study, studying the profile of single-celled organisms or something.
When he learned of the intentions of a few people outside the door, he asked the butler to welcome everyone in, and said:
"My reason for opposing the war is simple: it would be against God's will."
Medea was visibly stunned, and then smiled, "I would like to hear about it." β
"Isn't that obvious enough?" The middle-aged baron said indifferently, "The Holy See is God's spokesman on earth, and the Holy See supports the Duke of Franconia to punish His Majesty. At this time, if we cause chaos in the rear and block the Duke of Franconia, we will not be able to get along with the Holy See. β
"To be disobedient to the Holy See is to disobey God, and to suffer terrible punishment in the future."
Your ability to talk nonsense is also terrifying. Medea was scolding in her heart, and said with a smile on her face:
"When did His Majesty the Pope say that he supported the Duke of Franconia?"
"It's a well-known fact." The middle-aged baron pulled out a stack of newspapers from the newsstand next to the bookcase, but it was Pravda, published in the city of Solomon, "You see, the Holy See has publicly declared its support for the Wolf family. β
"That's the Wolffs, not the Hohenstaufens." Medea pointed out the problem.
"Everyone knows that the wolf family and the griffin family have forged an alliance in this civil war." The middle-aged baron said.
"Really?" Medea pretended to be puzzled, "But the Holy See's support for the Wolf family will not naturally continue to the Hohenstaufen family with the alliance between Wolf and Hohenstaufen~"
She activated her ability again, and said skillfully: "You are also a nobleman, and you should know that 'the vassals of my vassals are not my vassals', so how can the alliance of my alliance be my alliance'?" β
"If the Holy See also supports the Griffons, then a statement should be issued at the same time to endorse the two families when they form an alliance, but I am not aware of any similar statement by His Majesty the Pope."
"This ......" The middle-aged baron was obviously a little shaken by the effect of his psychic ability, "but this does not mean that the Holy See does not support the griffin family......"
"The Duke of Franconia is old and childless, and he only has one daughter under his knees, you should know, right?" Medea said leisurely, "With the power of the Holy See, isn't it easy to help him have children or something?" But why does the griffon family still have no heirs? β
"I have heard that the Duke of Franconia chose to cooperate with the Wolf family in exchange for the Holy See providing him with medical support for IVF." The middle-aged baron pondered, "Thus obtaining an heir." β
"In other words, the Holy See is only making deals with him, not providing him with support for free, and there is a world of difference between the attitudes behind the two." Medea spread her hands, "Thinking about it from another angle, if your Falcon family controls the Duchy of Swabia, will the Holy See consider trading with your family instead?" β
"Hmm......" The middle-aged baron was finally moved. Suppose the Holy See and the family have a close relationship of support......
Wouldn't he have been able to visit the city of Solomon from time to time to listen to the bishops' wonderful sermons and explore the wonders of God's creation?