Venia, on the other hand, is a different way of thinking. As a druid, though not a radical fundamentalist, the ideas of nature and balance also dominated her thinking. So she wanted to persuade the captives who believed in the evil gods while minimizing the killing.

"Lord Earl, as we said the last time we discussed this issue, the mere use of the sword does not convert the half-civilized barbarians of the jungle, but can easily provoke them to revolt. If you kill a hundred rebels, you may have another thousand. This will not only cause new turmoil in the territory that has been stabilized with great difficulty, but also the labor force you urgently need will also be greatly lost in the process of rebellion and counterinsurgency. So I don't think it's better to take this overly aggressive approach. I believe that over time, the faith of Sivannas will influence them. ”

This kind of discussion at the dinner table has been going on many times by the two of them recently. Although Gordon doesn't necessarily agree with Vinya, he even sometimes thinks that the other party's opinion is a little naïve. But I have to say that this experience of communicating and discussing together is very good.

"Miss Venia......" said Gordon, picking out a few large thorns from the fish steak on his plate.

Although the two are engaged, they still call each other "Lord Count" and "Miss Vigna". Does it seem a little raw? Maybe. Anyway, I'm afraid it's hard to make Gordon call the girl at the table "dear" without any psychological barriers.

After all, the relationship between the two people suddenly got so close because of the sudden push of objective factors in the outside world. Rather than attracting each other, the result is natural.

Of course, Gordon doesn't hate this kind of unfamiliar relationship with a bit of **. Every time Vignia called him "Lord Count". He always felt that when those words came out of her mouth, there seemed to be some special hints in the tactful and mellow tone, which could make people's hearts crisp a little.

After delicately placing a small piece of boneless fish steak in his mouth, Gordon continued the conversation between the two men: "Blind killing does not help solve the problem of the Salo captives, and even worsens the situation. But as long as there is a purposeful killing. It's another story. ”

Although the captive semi-civilized barbarians believed in the same gods as the civilized people of Ferredon, it did not mean that their religious life was the same as that of the Ferretonians.

In the Platinum Empire. The people who worship the poisonous god Jersey are very few in number, and they are almost all hidden, operating only underground. But even so. These cult believers also have a well-established and well-organized structure. It has its own unique religious theories and regulations, and is essentially no different from large religious organizations such as the Temple of the Dawn and the Platinum Temple.

But the barbarians on the Haiwen Peninsula are different.

The Salou people, and the barbarian tribes that rebelled against Gordon with the Salou people, are still in a very primitive social structure, and their religious beliefs are the same.

Although they worship the same gods as the Ferretonians, they do not have a cohesive religious organization like the Church. The entire Salou tribe is divided into many small settlements with hundreds of members by blood and surname. And in such a small settlement. There is only one person in charge of the faith, and that is the shaman.

This small settlement is still in the primitive animistic stage. In the face of a religious organization with a complete organizational structure and theoretical knowledge, it is completely ineffective. Gordon believed that Venia would send a priest to slowly preach, and sooner or later these semi-civilized barbarians would naturally convert their faith.

It's just that if he had put a little more effort into getting rid of the shamans, the resistance to proselytizing would have been greatly reduced. When small settlements unexpectedly lose their shamans, and are unable to elect a new shaman, they will inevitably fall into chaos.

And as mentioned earlier, these semi-civilized barbarians are still in a very primitive stage of animistic beliefs, and it is easy to fall into confusion after losing the shaman priest who led them forward. At this time, it will be much easier to take advantage of the weakness.

In fact, Gordon once asked Penza, and he learned that the barbarians on the Haiwen Peninsula had a short history of believing in evil gods such as Zecil. And Zecil's power in the main material world is not too strong, and his followers have not had time to come to the Hyven Peninsula to establish a reliable religious organization among these ignorant and backward new believers.

Gordon had learned from various sources that the world of Telos was about to usher in a great upheaval. And the gods who have received the slightest bit of news, whether it is the good platinum dragon Bahamut or the evil gods, are preparing for the great upheaval and actively expanding their power.

Perhaps for this reason, Jersey is eyeing the Haiwen Peninsula.

It's just that the power of faith that these uncivilized barbarians can provide to each other is extremely limited.

After listening to Gordon's explanation, Vigna nodded, then raised her glass: "You convinced me. ”

She didn't take a big sip of the fresh, refreshing fruit wine, but let the emerald green wine slightly wet her red lips. Gordon's throat shook slightly, and suddenly there was an urge to pounce on it, like a butterfly, greedily sucking on the moist and seductive petals.

It's something that can't be helped. Because now, Gordon's body is close to the "critical point" of explosion.

In order to dissolve the divine power of the god of hatred in Venia's body, Gordon has been drinking a special potion for nearly two weeks. This elixir is made of dragon blood, dragon meat extract, dragon brain cortical gland, dragon stomach secretion, dragon liver, etc., plus many precious alchemy plant materials.

After Gordon's body absorbed the ingredients in the potion, and with the help of "Deep Self-Hypnosis", a newly mastered six-ring spell, he successfully turned into a "Dragon Vein Warlock".

Of course, the bloodline power of the legendary red dragon in his body was of no use other than to inject it into Venya's body at the right time to help her dissolve the divine power of the god of hatred. Even, this kind of external force has also brought some side effects - it makes Gordon's male ** hope extremely high.

Dragons are inherently lewd.

The preliminary preparations will be completed in two days, and then they will be able to help Vigna "heal". But the closer he got to the critical moment, the more difficult it became for Gordon to bear it.

"Your Excellency, this dinner was very nice and pleasant. But since I have made concessions to you in dealing with the Salous, are you somewhere else to compensate me? ”

Seeing the girl with her hands on her cheeks, looking directly at herself across the dining table, Gordon's heart couldn't help but speed up a little. I don't know if it's because of the dragon vein power in his body, or if Vinia's light purple eyes are too seductive, he feels as if he has suddenly become a virgin, and he has lost his resistance to beautiful women.

"Please." Gordon stretched out his hand and gestured to please.

"Don't be so strict, I just want you to come to my room in a moment. I have a little thing and need your help. ”

"No problem."

When Venia saw Gordon's consent, she got up with a smile, picked a bright and plump blue cherry from the fruit bowl, put it to her lips, and walked to the door with a gentle lick.

When the slender shadow disappeared from sight, Gordon breathed a sigh of relief. He remembered that after Venia was betrothed to him and moved to Seacliff Castle, he would often talk to Lady Dinah and the priests of Lilya. I don't know if it's for this reason, this female druid, who showed her shyness when she first met Gordon because she wore a close-fitting dress, can now show her style from time to time.

Although the two are now engaged, they have always lived separately. And because of physical reasons, Venia finished eating every night, took a shower, and went to bed early. It's the first time I've taken the initiative to invite after dinner like today.

After the servant came to clean up the plates, Gordon passed the time with a random book before arriving at Venia's bedroom.

Venia had just come out of the bathroom with a puff of water vapor behind her. She wears a robe made of pure white light gauze, which is simple but still perfectly complements the charm of the woman.

Gordon gave a strange expression. He remembered that Venia had worn such a garment—not in reality, but in that fantasy world in the Vesura. And the night this girl put on this robe, she gave birth to something very wonderful and worth recalling from time to time.

Seeing Venya's dress, he already knew about the other party's purpose tonight. But this girl is so proactive, which is a bit unexpected.

Venia played with her wet black long as she walked over to Gordon.

"Sit down." She gestured to the sandalwood chair in front of the dresser.

Gordon did as he was told. Anyway, since the woman took the initiative to invite, then he can wait and see. Sometimes being in a passive position is also a good experience.

Vignia opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine and two goblets. As her arms lifted, the loose-sleeved robe slipped down, revealing her clean arms. The wheat-colored skin glows with a dewy glow after bathing, giving it a unique beauty.

"It must feel good." Gordon thought to himself.

He saw Vignya pour two glasses of wine and said, "Vinia, you know I don't drink. ”

Who knew that the female druid poured both glasses of wine as if she hadn't heard him. Then, she picked up a wine glass, tilted her head and poured it all the dark red liquor.

That's right, it's really "poured".

This method of drinking was neither reserved nor aristocratic and elegant, and she even allowed the brightly colored wine to flow down her neck, soaking her white gown.

After drinking in one gulp, Venia fell into Gordon's arms with drunken eyes and crimson cheeks. She exhaled like a blue and said like a dream, "Lord Earl, I want you to do a small favor tonight. That's what helped me forget the terrible things in the mountains of Wesula......" (To be continued......

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