"It is impossible for me to completely abolish the slave trade, my king cannot, and neither can I. Drew said that although he was furious to learn that the plant that could turn a man into a beast and waste was spreading throughout his country, the slick and sometimes very tough man was furious that he supported Rosada, Tyre, and Ilmot, and the priests of Chati patrolling every inch of Tara's land, and it didn't matter if they were willing to pull it out, smash it, or burn it, Drew supported them and issued the paperwork accordingly. He even asked his knights and ministers to dwell with him in the royal court for a while, to discern whether they were no longer free from the control of this "tobacco"—the fact filled him with depression, and the number of people who had become accustomed to (must) enjoying themselves once or twice a day was twenty-three out of ten, many of whom had been gifted or seduced by the earl. He shuddered at the thought of what terrible things these people would do to him because of the persecution of "tobacco".

The reason for this is that after passing through several villages with his adventurers in simple clothes, Drew discovered that many of the slaves were not necessarily taken from the war, but that many of them had just accidentally drunk a glass of so-called "ouzo" or tasted it curiously Hookah, and those who had treated their own wounds or diarrhea with an extremely effective and inexpensive medicine (both of which were common among the poor), some of them had heard of it, but as the people before them, their short-sighted eyes could only see the low price and immediate effect of the drug, and no one could deny the pleasure it could bring to those who lacked pleasure—but unlike the priests of Gredy, when they still wanted this "ouzo", "hookah", and" medicine", its price is no longer so approachable.

First the produce of the field, one or two things that barely stood of value, then the husband betrayed his wife, the wife sold his children, the elder brother betrayed his brother and sister, and at last they were left alone, and they sold their liberty for the marvelous plant—and in Tara's law it was lawful to buy and sell, and when a debtor could not pay his debts, he became a slave of the debtor— And the merchant is smart not to give them what they want directly, but to give them gold coins and let them use them to buy that kind of "tobacco" from another merchant. And so on and so forth, until a lord, a lord, suddenly found that the number of his people was so low that it was not enough to even cultivate the fields, and he either bought slaves from the merchants with a lot of money, or he was left with the only way to conquer the outside world— And on this continent, except for Grenada, a country where monarchs and gods are united, the power and prestige of the king are divided among the lords he divides, and more often, he is more like an arbiter, the leader of a tribe, and it is simply impossible to be arbitrary and arbitrary if he wants to say everything like the former Falun Emperor.

Even if he could solve the problem of lack of labor, or "tobacco", he would not be able to directly hurt his courtiers and knights because of such a thing, they were his pillars, and although his people were equally important as the pedestal, if the pillars collapsed, he would not even have time to wait for the pedestal to collapse.

"Then just talk to them. The black-haired spellcaster said calmly, his hands resting on the armrests of the high-backed chair, his fingers were unusually slender and slender, his skin was white and almost transparent, and his expression was indifferent, even in front of a king, he had never grovelled, in line with most people's imagination of a powerful mage— Drew had two mages behind him that he had recruited, but they had also made it clear that their strength was no match for the Lord, and even if they were willing to do their best for that commission, there was no guarantee of Drew's safety in front of him, and if Drew wanted to get out of this room intact, it was better not to provoke him easily. But what he asked was also something that Drew couldn't fulfill. Rather than make him angry that he was deceived and mocked afterwards, it is better to explain it to him now, but although the lord listened to his words, as long as he saw those unchanging black eyes, Drew knew that his position still did not change in the slightest.

"Say to your lords, your knights. "It's no longer a human problem," he said, looking at Drew, "it's not just a matter of gnomes, dwarves, or elves, orcs, giants, or goblins, but you may have noticed that this plane is in turmoil, just as there is always a sign before a storm comes, and the seabirds have lost their tracks, and the clouds are pressing down on the sea...... Not only you, but also Vinito, or somewhere else, the conflict between the spokesmen of the gods is becoming more intense, do you think that there will be few beings like the Count anywhere else?"

"Isn't it?" said Drew reluctantly, "our king, I mean, the one to whom I was once loyal, who, at a very young age, was full of longing for eternal life, health, and beauty— Of course, I'm not saying that we don't, as long as we are humans, we will envy the gifts of elves and other long-lived races, but we also understand that just as flowers will wither, leaves will fall, and rivers will dry up, human life also has an end, this is the cycle of nature, and it is also our destiny, although we are a little unwilling, but we also know very well that in order to escape this fate, the reward we pay may be far greater than what we can have, if we must forcibly reverse and give up, then only pain and sorrow await us- But His Majesty didn't think so, I think he had gone mad in the years leading up to your arrival. ”

"The king of Vinito is for his country, or for his family, and the king of Tara is for himself, not for the nation, but for us, for the gods, it is no different. The Otherworldly Soul said, "Although for the rest of my ranks, the slave trade is a step back, a disgrace, a ...... The things that make their good hearts and perceptions unbearable, but what I want you to tell them are not only these, or rather, these are not at all able to shake the minds of the vast majority of them— Even if they don't rely on the so-called tobacco, the deformed and superficial prosperity that tobacco brings is enough to make them deaf and dumb, and if you really ask them to stop the slave trade, I think the most loyal of them is to go underground or forbid the people of Tara to trade with each other, but you know, it doesn't last long, after all, the people who can't get rid of tobacco control are cheap, but to get slaves from the outside world, their prices are much higher, and even soIt is also impossible for them to completely abandon the cultivation and circulation of tobacco - do you remember that the Count was too large for him in the war? I have thoroughly studied this plant on the Dragonfire Islands, and when mixed with potions, it can minimize the degree of human autonomy, he will become sluggish, insensitive, and exceptionally docile and obedient, but at the same time, the energy in his body will be completely stimulated, and in just ten years, he can work day and night like a tireless cow and horse. And on the battlefield, they don't have the fear of injury and death, as long as they are given that kind of thing, even if they have their stomachs out, their eyes are blind, their hands and feet are severed, they can still bite the feet and throats of soldiers with their teeth, we have already seen these things, haven't we?"

"So...... What you say is even more unworkable. Drew whispered.

"Then tell them," said the souls of the other world, "that they are shaking not the foundation of humanity, or of all living beings in this main physical plane, but of the gods. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Drew said confusedly.

The souls of the other world were silent for a while, as spellcasters, especially the powerful, the older ones, and some of them were elves, dragonborns who may have even crossed the thousand-year process, they were very familiar with the war of the gods a thousand years ago, and some of them even knew the cause of the matter- The consequences of the gods' negligence in their duties, as well as their covetousness for the power and authority of the gods, were also quite tragic, and the original gods not only lost several of them, but they were also stripped of their original powers, or in other words, forced to connect with the human, humanoid faith, and they had to start to pay attention to the main material plane and the tiny ants on it, instead of treating it purely as a playground or a laboratory, as before.

This means that the stupidity of these human beings is curtailing the power of the gods—slaves are always meager and wavering in their faith, and their desire for food and water is far greater than their reverence for the gods, especially for those who are bewitched by tobacco, and do they have anything in their minds other than the smoke and the sweet smell and the pleasure that comes with it? Although there are millions of followers in this plane, even the gods cannot imagine the consequences of accumulating sand into towers and armpits into furs.

This may be precisely because thousands of years ago, with the demise of Falun and several ancient empires, slavery also declined.

But it needs to be mentioned that if the slave trade and existence are revived again, it may not be the evil gods such as Shirek, Musk, Kauha, etc., who will be shaken the most, because their faith does not come from these ordinary humans in the first place, and their believers are either thieves, assassins, or evil mages, or giants and orcs like Kausha, or like Talos and Talona, their followers manipulate darkness and evil, and of course they will not fall into it easily, and the worst of all are unsuspecting mortals, or some negligent spellcasters, like Alva decades ago, as well as some priests from Rosada.

In the battle of the gods—the souls of the other world could almost expect that this battle of the gods would not only affect the kingdom of God, in the heavens and on the earth, but also directly on the main material plane—and their followers would fight against each other, not only with their own strength, but also with mortal swords and poisons— Wars between nations, wars between kings and lords, wars between lords and knights, just like what happened in another plane, many tragic things related to religion, in this land that is no longer a stranger to him, tragedies will happen again and again.

After hearing this, Drew let out a long sigh, "I beg your pardon," he said, and his voice was hoarse, "I really don't want to thank you...... What you presented to me wasn't a pretty picture – I even hope it's just a curse on you. ”

"Unfortunately not. The spirit of the other world said, "Get ready, we don't have much time." ”

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The ugly chicken stood in the middle of the field, a cobalt blue butterfly resting on her outstretched eyebrows, gently flapping its wings, bringing a slight itch, the ugly chicken waved his hand, trying to drive it away, but the butterfly only paused, then moved from the other direction to the corner of her eye, and began to suck the tears that oozed from her because of the violent change in light.

There was a cry and howl in the distance, some mortals were driven out by the paladins of Rosada, they did not want to leave their fields, but their lords had allowed the priests of Rosada and Ilmote to remove in his territory those plants that would bring wonderful hallucinations and terrible consequences, these plants were at the feet of the ugly chickens, and the morning light covered their furry leaves and branches with a bright golden color, and after a month or two, they would bloom bright flowers and bear fat fruits, the white pulp that flowed from the fruits would solidify in the air, and after harvesting they were mixed with potions or medicines, it will become a poison that turns a healthy person into a monster.

Those mortals know, maybe they know, maybe they don't, but for them, giving up wheat, sweet potatoes, and other crops that can fill their stomachs, and planting them will get more gold from the merchants, so they won't think about it, and even if they do, they won't make a better choice.

A Rosada priest prayed to the morning light, and then he gestured, and the scorching flames engulfed the crop, and the flames puffed down at the people with smoke, and then rose into the air.