For the next few days, Edwin Van Cleef did not look for Misr again, as if he was just a passer-by, not taking a cloud with him.

However, the matter of the Masonry Brotherhood is fermenting in Stormwind.

Even one morning at dinner, Rice Shan and Greenhill heard Lady Orris, the owner of the Gilded Rose Inn, gossiping about the Masonry Brotherhood in an exaggerated tone.

In the eyes of this conformist lady, the masonry brotherhood's plight, while worthy of sympathy, has turned into an unforgivable criminal.

The rooms in Stormwind prison are the perfect place for the stonemasons.

As an innkeeper, Ms. Orris, who was barely on the side of the big capitalists, even complained about why the masonry brothers didn't lower their salary requirements a little, or accept installments and other forms of payment.

Ms. Orris didn't know that the stonemasons were too much in debt for the promised salaries.

But even if they knew, they would only complain that the stonemasons were greedy and didn't swallow the elephant, and everything was self-inflicted.

The butt decides the head, and this kind of thing exists in any world.

"Rich people" like Ms. Orris are not well represented among the residents of Stormwind, and the percentage of people who share Ms. Orris's views is not very high.

The majority, however, sided with the Masonry Brotherhood and blamed all the blame on the treachery of the nobles.

However, they are all just talking about it, and they feel like a politician at the wine table.

The politicians didn't know that if Stormwind's finance department did pay the full amount to the Masons Gate, it would be the military who were demonstrating.

The plot of the game, which is known through the perspective of God, is an unknowable secret for most Stormwind residents.

Those who know don't talk much, and those who can become wine table men are some ignorant people who think they have the truth based on rumors in a few words.

"You know, Greenhill...... In fact, it is very simple to fool people. Listening to these table warriors, Mi Shan remembered the keyboard warriors he had seen on the Internet.

"Flickering?" Greenhill, who was forced to sit across from him by Misr Shan, wondered.

"Ahem, that's about what it means to be deceived...... No, it shouldn't be that extreme. Misr suddenly found himself at a loss for what Greenhill meant by the word "flickering."

Sensing Lord Missar's entanglement, Greenhill immediately said, "I know what it means, my lord. ”

"Thank you." Knowing that Greenhill was giving himself a step, Mi Shan, continued the topic just now and said: "For the vast majority of individuals, they will pursue the spiritual level after satisfying their physical needs. ”

"And the easiest and most direct way to pursue the spiritual level is to realize that you are special."

"Recognize yourself as special?" Greenhill gave a thoughtful expression.

"Well, all living beings are drunk and I am sober, and only I have the truth." Mi Shan nodded: "That's about how it feels, and it's simply described as being able to maintain a sense of superiority in front of others." ”

"Superiority?" Greenhill found himself feeling as if he felt the same way...... No, it's always felt that way.

"I'm bored to tell you this, in fact, it's just a sense of superiority, no one is special, as long as we are alive, we can still think." Mishan began to pick up the private goods in his words.

“…… Adults, you are supposed to be superior by nature. Greenhill said immediately.

"Stop, stop, don't talk about superiority for the time being, let's get down to business." Mi Shan hurriedly said: "If you want people to believe what you say, don't throw away the truth or what you want others to believe in the first place. ”

"If you do that, you will give people a subconscious distrust."

"The best thing to do is to throw out an outcome that is completely opposite, but enough to arouse public opinion, and then reverse it at the right time."

"Even if the reversed thing is false, it can gain the recognition and trust of many people."

After saying that, Misr paused slightly, giving Greenhill more time to understand and accept.

"Is this how your hometown is advertised, my lord?" Greenhill had the same expression.

"It's not so much a propaganda method as a hype method." Mi Shan raised his head and looked out the window of the hotel restaurant and said:

"For example, if most of the residents of Stormwind think that this unpaid Masonry Brotherhood is the fault of the nobles."

"Suddenly, there was a gossip that all of this was the words of those masonry brotherhood lions opening their mouths, bribing those unscrupulous nobles to make Stormwind promise a high salary, and then sit on the ground and share it."

"Then ordinary citizens who don't know anything will easily believe this conclusion?" Greenhill said as if he had an understanding.

Well, because many people subconsciously hope that they are special, that they are a minority, that they are defenders of the "truth". Mishan nodded and said:

"It's called spiritual pursuit."

When he said this, anyone could hear the mockery in Mishan's words.

Just like Mi Shan said before, in fact, Mi Shan, who said this, was just pursuing a sense of superiority.

"Is that so? That little black dragon, would he do such a thing? Greenhill asked.

"Don't you have a memory of that?" Mishan wondered.

"I don't have any memory of that, and when I showed up at North-County Abbey, it had been several years since the Masonry Brotherhood had degenerated into the Defia Brotherhood." Greenhill said.

"Maybe it will be done, maybe it won't, who knows?" Mishan shook his head and said.

In the quiet days before the storm, except for going out shopping every day, sorting out that messy program with Greenhill in the hotel.

By the way, the two also briefly sorted out the process of how the Brotherhood of Stonemasons became the Brotherhood of Defia.

Through Mishan's understanding of the game's plot, and then contact Greenhill to know...... In reality, Greenhill, who took more than a month to get the Brotherhood of Defia, must not just take on a few tasks and run errands.

Among the materials sorted out, there has always been a name that keeps brushing his own sense of existence.

Countess Caterina Presto.

Whether it's promising the masonry brotherhood a salary that Stormwind would never afford, or instigating the aristocracy to refuse to pay that salary that's exaggerated.

Behind the scenes, there is the shadow of this countess.

Misr Shan, who is the player, and Greenhill, the future Silver Lord, certainly know who this countess is.

It is the "little black dragon" in Greenhill's words just now, the king of the black dragon, the daughter of the Deathwing Nesario, and the black dragon princess Onexia.

The task she received from her father was to make trouble in the Stormwind Kingdom and weaken the power of Stormwind as much as possible, and judging from the Brotherhood of Defia, she did a pretty good job.

The troublemaker who was chopped by Greenhill that day was most likely a subordinate of this little she-dragon.

“…… In fact, when she was a mount, she had a good personality except for often taking deep breaths and being scary. Greenhill said to Misang.

"......," Misson remembered, having spent a lot of time brushing Grimhill's Onexia mount.