Oleg stood alone in the courtyard for a moment, and finally followed his father's footsteps to the study. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Sergei did not close the door tightly, through a crack in the door, Oleg could glimpse two people sitting in the study, one of them a girl in a black dress seemed to be Tamara, the handsome young man in rich clothes on the opposite side had never seen it, recalling his father's hint just now, he immediately guessed that this person was Andreya who infiltrated Kitland City disguised as a man.

"I'm sorry, I was delayed for a while because of a little triviality, and I apologize for being late." Sergei politely said a few words and sat down across the tea table, "How are the two ladies talking?" ”

"It's basically agreed, Tamara and I represent the Dragon's Eye and the Naraku Order respectively, and the two families will join forces to help you drive out the Beowulf couple and his group of Kod believers, and when the situation in the city calms down, the Kod Sanctuary will be converted into the Temple of Tiamat, the Mokesh Temple can be retained, but Mokesh can only receive a lower sacrifice as a subordinate god of my lord." Andrea looked indifferent, coldly fiddling with the beliefs and future of the Kitlanders as bargaining chips.

"And what is Miss Tamara's request?" Sergey then asked.

Princess Naluo shrugged her shoulders and smiled bitterly: "The right to speak in terms of faith has been taken away by Andrea, I have no choice, so I have to work hard to help you deal with financial affairs, the government and commercial institutions in Kitland City must be assigned to my name for management, including but not limited to coal and iron mines, steel mills, large arenas and mercenary guilds, in addition, I will also set up a bank in the name of the Twilight Fund to coordinate and manage the city's financial exchange business, and finally the tax department will also be handed over to me for management, I believe that I will soon help Kitland City recover, Become more prosperous and powerful. ”

"Religious and economic affairs have been divided between you, and what am I left of?" Sergei's words showed a hint of displeasure.

"Hehe, you can sit on the throne of the lord of your dreams, isn't that enough?" Andrea didn't give her master the slightest face, sneering and ironic.

Sergei's cheeks twitched slightly, and then he asked: "Then who is in charge of the army?" ”

"With the Naraku Order and the Dragon's Eye in charge, Kitland City doesn't need to worry about security at all, 40,000 active-duty soldiers are too much, it's useless to raise them, waste money and food in vain, it's enough to keep 4,000, and other active-duty soldiers will be discharged on the spot and sent to mines or factories for re-employment, compared to dancing knives and guns, they can create greater value in their new positions." Tamara cut off ninety percent of Kitland's standing army with an understatement, and then pushed a piece of paper in front of Sergei, "That's roughly the case in principle, now you can sign it." ”

When Oleg saw this scene, he was almost so angry that his veins burst. Is Andrea and Tamara, two greedy and vicious women who carved up the city of Kitland in a few words, and whose father, as the owner of the land, is not even qualified to participate in the negotiations, and will be forced to sign the contract full of brutality and oppression?

"Excuse me, two ladies, wouldn't it be too much for you to divide the interests in this way?" Sure enough, Sergey protested.

"Hehe, is it excessive? Mr. Sergey, you don't seem to have figured out where you are at the moment. Andrea sneered, and the words she said were as cold as a knife: "The biggest crisis for you and all the believers of the old gods at present is not external pressure, but the collapse of the inner faith, unless you abandon the faith of the old gods and seek refuge from the true gods, it is impossible to really compete with the Kord believers represented by Beowulf, you have no priests, no magic, you suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death when you are alive, and there is no certainty about the belonging of the soul after death, how can you use magic to heal injuries and relieve physical pain, Even the true God believers who resurrect the dead and recreate life fight? You don't know where your soul will go after death, you are not sure if you have an afterlife, you must be afraid, greedy for life and afraid of death, how can you confront those true God believers who are not afraid of sacrifice and can enjoy eternal happiness in the kingdom of God after death? There is only one way to change your fate: abandon Mokesh and convert to the true God, and look all over the mountains of Lucia, where there are only two influential true god beliefs, Kod and Tiamat. If you are not willing to bow down to Beowulf, then you can only take refuge in Tiamat. ”

"However, Tiamat is not a god of universal significance, her followers are probably dragon-blooded creatures, and without dragon's blood, she would be a lower species in Tiamat's system of believers, a servant caste, with neither dignity nor an ascent path, which is unfair to me and my family." Sergei argued.

"There's never a free fairness in the world, you'd better not get an inch!" Andrea's face sank.

"Mr. Sergei, if you think that there is no future in believing in Tiamat, why don't you convert to our lord Naraku?" Tamara interjected with a smile, "No matter whether they are young or old, noble or lowly in blood, no matter what race or skin color, everyone is equal before death. ”

"Naraku's faith is too dark, it lacks positive motivation, and the living believe in death, so why are they still alive? Wouldn't it be better to simply die? Andrea shook her head and sneered.

"Your understanding of my bishop's oracle is still too superficial, but we don't worship death alone...... Tamara tried to further elaborate on her beliefs, but was interrupted by Sergei raising his hand.

"Two ladies, let me ask you more, you only think about your own interests, but don't forget that there is a war-torn fortress in the Northlands, why not bring Hexsto's followers in to share in the city's wealth?"

"Haha, Mr. Sergey, you don't say this like a Mokesh follower, but like a follower of Hextowe." Tamara covered her mouth and chuckled, a cold and cunning look appeared in her beautiful eyes, "The cake is so big, the more people who share it, the less everyone will get, the three of us have enough to control the situation, why give up our cake to that group of robbers who worship Hexstowe?" If you want me to say, not only should this cake called 'Kitland' not be touched by the war-torn believers, but in the future, they should also join forces to snatch the territory occupied by the Grande party and drive the group of madmen to the south to create chaos, so as to kill two birds with one stone, and it will be easy to fish in troubled waters, just like the strategy against the orc tribe in the first place......"

Sergei raised his hand and interrupted Tamara's words again, which made Princess Naraku unhappy, and the smile on her face turned cold. However, Sergei's next words surprised her even more, so much so that she forgot about the previous unpleasantness.

"Miss Tamara, how long has it been since you had contact with your father?" (To be continued.) )