Everyone is the protagonist of his own life story, but the story is long and short, good and bad. Luo Ming feels that his life story has been many and colorful, and it will be written for a long time in the future.

In a world of gods and magic, there's nothing wrong with properly believing in fate - it's just that he suddenly thinks of the rhetoric that "fate is on my side."

Login scoffed at his analogy, and then he put on a serious face instead of Granty, and said the conclusion in a deliberately deep tone.

"There is a cult master of an organization behind him, who came here at the risk of being wanted and suppressed, and he didn't even flinch when he saw a holy warrior like Granty. What is certain is that he is not here for a small profit, and must have a big plan to obtain benefits.

Just like my mercenary wants to get a knight's collar unconditionally, he probably wants more. Maybe it's a bigger piece of land, maybe a lot of riches, or maybe a few hundred people will be asked to use it as a sacrifice to please the devil.

To exaggerate a little more, would it have been possible for him to take the usurper in the palm of his hand and turn him into his own puppet, and let the cult spread throughout the region of Miana? ”

This is not alarmist, there is no one in this world who knows how to fight for power better than the aristocracy. The old jazz naturally knew that the input and output should be proportional, but he hadn't thought of this stubble before, and at this moment, he was woken up by Luo Ming's words, and his face changed.

"Those little fuckers really dare to do it...... Which one? Or did all three of them do it?"

The old man muttered vaguely, and then he immediately stood up, "I'm sorry, but I think I have to disturb Mr. Sherlock." ”

Naturally, the two of them didn't have any opinions. Originally, they didn't want to wake up Sherlock because there was no such thing as a cultist, and they thought they could easily handle it, so they simply let the tired teenager have a good rest.

But now it's different, anyway, Sherlock is also the nominal leader of his current group, and he has to be made to make a big decision.

This is a very simple truth in the way we behave in the world. Since you are not the master, even if you deal with it properly, you are likely to be suspected of being disobedient: If one of your subordinates has done things without asking for instructions, what else do you want your boss to do? If you still fail to deal with it, it will be bent on going your own way and causing a big disaster, not to mention throwing the blame on others, or even adding a crime to the next level.

If it is those cunning and sinister subordinates, they will even leave all the big and small things to the leader to decide every time. On the one hand, they show their loyalty, and on the other hand, it is not their fault that they fail to do anything, and in the end, they can blame the leaders for their arbitrary decision.

Fortunately, none of the three people in this room were like this, otherwise Sherlock would have become an ornament sitting in the baron's chair, and perhaps one day he would have been "choked to death by drinking", "bitten by a snake", or "drowned in a bath".

Sherlock himself understood this, and when he was shaken, he only complained softly twice, and when he was fully conscious, he simply stopped complaining completely.

After simply listening to the trio explain what had just happened and their reasoning, Sherlock began by expressing his special gratitude to them.

casually promised to give more rewards and rewards to the three of them, not to be short-sighted, but to appease the three of them and stifle all signs of doubt at the root. This small interest group has just been formed, and its structure is complex, and problems can go wrong if you are not careful.

But it took Sherlock less than a minute, and after that, he immediately adopted almost all of his suggestions.

Politically and militarily, Sir Severn was more sophisticated than him, and when it came to cults, no one in the room was more authoritative than Granty, not even Miss Aya, Lomin's hidden staff—she had a good amount of knowledge, but she specialized in the arts, and from the Knights of the Radiant Blade, who was constantly fighting the cultists, Granty undoubtedly had relatively up-to-date information.

Being good is a kind of wisdom in itself. Luo Ming was also a little envious of the young man—even though Grant was ultimately Luo Ming's own follower, mixed with friendship, adoration, and some kind of affection that was still inexplicable, this relationship was almost unbreakable than that of ordinary kings and ministers.

But Sir Seven's assistance still made him covetous—although Locking was confident that he was not weaker than others in most respects, and when it came to the great principles of governing the country, he could definitely talk about it with two lifetimes. But he had no experience in practice, and if he could find someone who was familiar with this aspect of the matter to help, it would at least save him a few percent of his effort.

Of course, before Sherlock succeeded in ascending to the baronial throne, Luo Ming would not have been able to obtain a knight's title, and it would be too unrealistic to think about the uncertain future now. But there will still be a feeling of envy, which is completely undeniable.

"I can try to figure it out, but don't expect too much either......" Aya's voice suddenly sounded in his head, making Luo Ming feel warm in his heart.

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Under the discussion of the four of them now, the next thing to do was quickly decided.

Being stared at by the other three at the same time, Luo Ming shrugged: "Although I don't mind cooking a dish or two at this critical juncture, this won't solve the fundamental problem." ”

He paused slightly, and then said in an understated tone: "Let the cooks all go and prepare the meals, let them serve all the meals as soon as possible, and then we will pick a little of each and send them outside first, so that it is a reward and comfort for the brave soldiers, and the cooks will have their own part as a reward for the hard work in the middle of the night—this was told to them from the beginning." ”

There is no need for Chi Guoguo to say the following words: observe them for a while, and if no one shows signs of poisoning, let's eat them with confidence.

Granty frowned, but didn't pay much attention to it.

"Mr. Loming, I've heard that there is that kind of chronic poison that takes a long time to attack. There are also mixed toxins, which are originally harmless agents, but become highly toxic when they come into contact with another drug...... If you've been a mercenary, you should know something about this. ”