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Klein, who successfully hunted Chunas Korg, now has a demigod-level secret puppet, which is something he once never imagined.

With great interest, he let the other party use some of the simplest "twists", and after getting past the addiction, put away the new secret puppet.

Crane was not in a hurry to sacrifice the items he had obtained to Fort Upper Source, but patiently went back to his room to wash up and prepare for bed.

Soon, he lay down on the bed, and Chunas Korg was twisted into a mass of flesh by him and placed into the body of Nyuni, who was wearing the "Blood Flower" ring. When he was done, he stared at the delicate ceiling of his bedroom, and his heart was full of special emotions.

"I got a lot of information...... Useful intelligence. ”

"There is no turning back from the bow, and although I think I have already made up my mind, there is always an inexplicable worry......"

Crane sighed and closed his eyes.

He knew what he was worried about.

In the long run, George III's becoming a god is very beneficial to the kingdom of Rune, and now the contradictions between the gods have intensified to the point that he can see that one more god in the kingdom of Rune is one more combat power, and the people are one more guarantee of life safety - not to mention all people, at least most people can be protected.

"Now the battle power between the gods is expanding, well, or involution. The anchors within the kingdom of Rune are basically divided, and only the new land can give the upcoming 'Black Emperor' enough people and anchor points. After George III became a god, he would definitely attack other countries with the god of thunder...... In this regard, I would venture to speculate that the country attacked by George III may have preserved the sequence one of the 'arbiters'. ”

"George III will gain a new anchor through the war, and will actively seek the sequence one and uniqueness of the adjacent path......"

"The Black Emperor may also have his own instincts, and if he can't become a true god of the dual paths, it means that he will be firmly suppressed by the god of thunder...... Forget it, I'm just guessing, but war should be indispensable. ”

Klein thought of another aspect, his eyebrows tightened, and he even lost his sleepiness a little.

In the same way, if George III failed to become a god or died, other nations would also try to attack Rune...... However, with the current God of Thunder, a foreign invasion is unlikely, unless it is the one who replaces the God of Steam and Machinery......"

Thinking of this, Klein relaxed slightly, but felt even more uncomfortable in his heart and couldn't breathe.

He could not forget the glimpse he had at Trier, when he saw the empty foreign capital, when he heard Ms. D say that the total population of Intis was now almost only one of Trier's original population, and when he saw people living in stacked shipping containers and improvised tents, burning the relics of the deceased day and night......

He had never felt so frightened, and the anger that followed made his hands tremble.

These images gradually overlapped with other tragedies he had seen in the past, he thought of the big-eyed little girl of the Southern Continent and her disabled uncle, of the plantation life in Richardson's mouth, of the people who roamed the wilderness in rags, who had no idea where hope was, but who could not stop, and death was infinitely lengthened by numbness.

Disasters and pain are never far away.

Death and grief have also been with us all.

Klein felt as if his eyes were heating up, and the emotion of grief made him feel the urge to cry, but he laughed anyway.

He could still feel the pain, he hadn't been able to turn a blind eye to these things...... He was delighted and doubly saddened by the humanity that still existed. Crane smiled and covered his eyes with his arm, although he had gained divinity, fortunately his feet were still on the ground.

The ability to feel the pain of others, to remember that he is only a human being, is his anchor.

The essence of his humanity.

"Am I supposed to hate the God of Thunder too? Hey...... His great flood destroyed a nation in just a few minutes. ”

It was the death of millions, if not millions, or even the destruction of a country.

In contrast, it seems that even George III, who only sacrificed less than 100,000 people, seemed merciful.

The reason why Klein felt creepy was very simple, because Beckland was also the capital of a country, and if the god of thunder dared to do this, it meant that the other gods dared to do the same - his eyes were still hot, and his arm covered his face, and he didn't take it down for a long time.

"Hehe, it's useless to be angry, it's even more useless to be afraid, I haven't become a god yet, I don't want to think about it yet."

"Well, my ultimate goal is to prevent George III from becoming a god, and the current destruction of the godhood ritual is only part of it."

"Not being able to give birth to a god for the time being won't greatly weaken Rune's national power, after all, he hasn't become the 'Black Emperor' yet. If this ceremony is successfully stopped, George III will be wary and may not try again anytime soon, and I can seize this time to continue working on my promotion...... Well, I guess it won't be too long, but it's not the first time I've faced this kind of urgency, haha. ”

After a moment of silence, he suddenly muttered to himself:

"What the hell am I trying to do?"

"Why would I do such a thankless job?"

After a few seconds, Klein smiled self-deprecatingly.

Perhaps, I just want enough power...... I want the power to be able to make some changes, the power to at least be able to protect people, and not to live trembling in the majesty of the gods.

He adjusted his mood, controlled his facial expressions, and prepared to fall into a quiet sleep.

A dreamless night.

……

Inside a two-bedroom rental home in Beckland's East End.

Hugh sat in a chair that was not stable enough, looking out the window in a daze, his expression unusually gloomy.

Furth took a sip of water, walked over to Hugh and sat down, blocking her view: "You seem to have lost motivation all of a sudden?" ”

Is that answer that you don't know what to do next? Is it because the king is something you can't touch? ”

Hugh's eyes moved, and he slowly came to life and said:

"Whether it's restoring my father's reputation or revenge, when faced with a king, there is so little hope that I can't think of any way to accomplish something like this......"

"That's because you're still too weak, and when you have Sequence 4 and become a demigod, you'll find that there is a way, but it's more dangerous!" "Besides, you can take advantage of others, like the Sherman's watchman, who also wants to know who Viscount Stafford is loyal to, and must be interested in the King's secrets." ”

"Sherman......" Hugh repeated the name, and his mental state suddenly returned.

"The watchman was one of the killers of Sherman." Hugh said quite seriously.

They had found a place to bury Sherman, and Firth had flipped through "Lemanor's Travel Notes" and requiemed them.

Furth nodded immediately:

"Yes, that's why she was driven to investigate the King's secrets and touch the potential risks.

"Didn't you say she was probably monitoring our previous residence? Then we will take the opportunity to return there in disguise, and throw a piece of paper into the mailbox, and write that Viscount Stafford is loyal to King George III, and that George III is hiding a great secret, so that I believe that he should be able to see it. ”

Hugh thought about it carefully, nodded solemnly:

"Okay."

After exchanging what to do next, Furth stood up and pointed to the patina cross:

"We have been helped by Mr. 'Fool' many times, it's time to show our hearts, and I'm going to sacrifice it to Mr. 'Fool' now, do you have no opinion? ”

"Nope." Hugh replied without hesitation.

……

At noon, Richard pushed open the door and stared at the sun outside, feeling a strange sense of confusion.

"I feel like I've been in a bad mood, my emotions are out of control, and I can't be happy at all."

"Is this a potion effect?"

The bound god left a seal around him, not allowing his spirituality and emotions to affect the outside of the room, or the entire city would have been dragged into chaos and madness by his spiritual power.

He snorted, pressed his eyebrows, restrained all kinds of impulses, good or bad, and walked out slowly.

He hadn't been out for half a month to breathe, and he now desperately needed to know the situation of the country and the impact of the divine war.

The weather is getting colder, but this is a little change for the southern continent.

However, the chaotic currents, uneven rainfall, and changes in fish movement caused by the war of gods will cause the economy of coastal cities to suffer a devastating blow. The battle between the two gods also caused a heavy rain to fall on the rain clouds over the southern continent, and it only took a moment to splash water from the wind and sun to the sky, and everyone within the rain range was forced to take a bath in an instant.

In the next year or even several years, the port cities must be prepared to not catch fish, nor can they be prepared for long-distance freight, and unfortunately the more prosperous territories in the highlands are all ports, and the civilization gap between the north and south continents feeds overseas trade, and the imported goods are basically good things. The higher-ups in the Rose School and their brains are trying to figure out how to deal with this problem, but they can only think of the simplest way to think of the rest of their brains - just turn spiritual things into food, don't you see that the cell is still very crowded?

"I think that's a bit too extreme."

Barranca wanted to veto the proposal, but for a while he couldn't come up with a better plan to recuperate, and looking at his subordinates who were becoming more and more self-free, he had begun to miss the puritanical precepts of the ancient highland kingdom.

I have to say that in the absence of foreign enemies, the Highland Kingdom is really able to do it without leaving a trail unturned.

At this moment, many fishing boats are returning to the port one by one, which is almost impossible to catch fish. It was not yet noon, but there were already many idlers in the port, the doors and windows of the shops were open, the shelves were empty, and the proprietors were dozing off on the counters.

When a fishing boat approaches, if there are a few fish hanging in the net, the surrounding fishermen will look at it with envy.

The city was filled with an air of sorrow and numbness.

Someone knocked on the door of the store, and the half-asleep boss was so startled that he rubbed his eyes and looked at the visitor, only to see that it was a rare tall man in the highlands, with an angular foreigner's face.

The boss was excited, and he came to his senses in an instant.

He stood up at once, smiling behind the counter, stammering a few words of Fursack that he had heard to greet the guest.

The guest looked at him, and said nothing, but asked casually in a fluent Highland dialect:

"What else is there for sale now?"

The boss was stunned, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and because of this dialect, he had a great impression of the guests, and took the initiative to reply: "There is nothing to sell now, you tell me what you want to buy, maybe I still have it here." ”

"Is there any smoke?"

The boss shook his head, but thinking of the hand-rubbed cigarettes in his house, he nodded hesitantly: "There are still a few pounds of tobacco." ”

The guest nodded and asked, "Is there any seafood?" ”

The boss laughed and pouted outside: "Then you have to be able to catch it first." ”

The guest frowned slightly: "It's completely unavailable now?" ”

"It's okay, but I don't have enough food at home, and I still expect to take it out?" The boss was a little surprised to know about the current situation of the port, but he still shook his head, "I won't hide it from you, I don't have anything else to sell, no flour or wheat, just some home-dried sea salt, and my own tobacco, if you don't want it, then I can't do anything." ”

Fisherman's own sea salt? It should be more appropriate to call it sea salt crystals...... There are a lot of harmful substances, and the quality is very low and turbid......

The guest muttered for a few seconds: "How much flour do you think you can change for something at home?" ”

The boss was stunned again.

The boss suddenly reacted to the meaning of this sentence, and asked with some expectation and some trepidation: "You, you, you have a way?" I still have two children at home, and if I continue like this, I can only starve to death, and if I sell them, our family still has a way to live, and the children can also have something to eat......"

After saying that, he regretted it a little, worried that he had misunderstood the meaning of the guest.

The guest nodded without surprise: "Now the law does not allow it, I don't do human trafficking, but there are batches of wheat in my field that have not been sold yet, and my family wants to eat some seafood, so let me come here to ask." I want all your sea salt and tobacco, do you have any seafood from other houses? ”

As he spoke, he dug into his pocket, and actually pulled out a handful of yellow, plump wheat.

"Whatever counts, I'll take it all, I'll wait for you at the port."

The boss was disappointed at first, then nodded sharply and rushed out of the shop through the small door.

The guests observed the shop in four walls, helped the owner repair the collapse of several houses so that the small house could last for another twenty years, and then grabbed a spirit and rolled it into a sack of wheat, and walked out to the harbor to wait for others.

The shopkeeper rushed out the door, and hurried to another shop in the town that he knew. There was a dozing middle-aged woman sitting behind the counter, and when she saw her neighbor rushing over, she greeted with a smile: "What's so urgent?" ”

The boss Fei also ran over, slapped it on the counter, rummaged around, and startled the middle-aged woman:

"Hurry up, take out all your things!"

The middle-aged woman looked at him in disbelief:

"You've switched to robbery? What are you robbing me for, robbing the old Flay next door who is always against us! ”

Only then did the boss realize that something was wrong with his words, and quickly organized the language to repeat what had just happened. The middle-aged woman's eyes widened in disbelief and asked, "Aren't you afraid that a liar is coming?" ”

"Can a liar see my stuff? The sea salt was full of sand and dregs, and I couldn't filter it myself, and the smoke was so choked that if anyone else but me could bear it, and whoever liked it would take it. ”

As soon as she said this, the middle-aged woman also hurriedly stood up, counted the things that were still in her shop, and found a small sack of dried seafood and dried fish yesterday, and a smile suddenly appeared on her dark face, but after seeing the boss's envious and disappointed expression, she put away her smile again. She didn't hesitate, took out a small bag on the spot, grabbed half of the wheat, and stuffed it into the boss's hand.

"What are you doing here!" Surprise, hesitation, and joy mingled in the boss's face, and he wanted to push the things back, but his arms gripped the dry goods uncontrollably.

"Take it, you still have two small mouths to eat at home, and I will feed the whole family without hunger."

The middle-aged woman did not give him a chance to refuse, quickly packed up everything with her hands and feet, ran out barefoot, and ran in the other direction.

The boss hurriedly shouted: "Go to the square!" ”

"I know!" The middle-aged woman responded, "I'm going to inform Old Fry!" He hadn't eaten in three days, and he didn't know if he was still panting! ”

The boss was stunned, clenched the small pocket in his hand, gritted his teeth, and began to knock on doors from door to door.

The guest's wheat was limited, and if he told one more person, he would take less, and he knew so, but he still insisted on awakening the whole dead town.

……

"What do you think of this fish for five pounds of wheat?"

Richard bargained earnestly with the fishermen in the harbor, but alas, no matter how much he shouted, others would only nod their heads excitedly.

The fisherman he bought the fish was also nodding vigorously, if the fish were replaced with wheat, and the wheat was beaten into flour and made into dry food, the family would be able to eat a little bit of water every day for a long time!

Richard bent down and used a borrowed bucket to scoop up a precise pound from the sack at his feet.

When the fisherman without a container saw it, his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he hesitated to put his two hands together to pick it up: "I, I'll run a few more times." ”

"Oh, it doesn't have to be."

Richard pulled up his sleeve to the joint, reached in and dug into the sack of wheat, and in the midst of the astonished gaze of the crowd took out an iron pot from the sack that seemed to be old, and he filled it with wheat, exactly five pounds.

"I think this fish is very good, I have been using this pot at home for a long time, and this time I happened to sell it together."

The fisherman had only used such a good iron pot when his family was at its richest, and for a while he was a little slurred: "Okay, I, I'm still ......"

"You don't have to pay it back, just go back and cook some batter to eat, I'm going to throw it away anyway." After Richard finished speaking, he ignored the other party's expression, waved his hand, turned to the other fisherman with anticipation written on his face, and looked at the old fishing nets that he still had a little catch, "How much are you willing to sell to me?" Do you buy them all? Well...... Three of them weren't too big, but there were still a few shells, ten pounds of wheat, and they couldn't be more. ”

The fisherman nodded frantically, for fear that a little slower would lower the price of the lavish guest - but it was okay to lower the price! Even if it's only two pounds, he'll sell it!

Richard nodded, and watched as the fisherman dragged an iron bucket from his old fishing boat, emptied the water, and carefully washed it (still not very clean) before placing it at his feet in anticipation.

Richard pondered for a few seconds, then set the fish aside, bent down and picked up the bucket and shook it a few times. He shook the bucket once, and the deep-rooted stains and rust fell down like rain, and after a few shakings, the bottom of the bucket and its surroundings were covered with filth. Richard emptied the bucket of dirt, weighed exactly ten pounds for the other man, and prepared to go to the next buyer.

He looked at the other fishermen who had no catch, their eyes full of envy and jealousy, and he did not think of a better way for a moment.

But how much can be done at the moment, let them have food to eat first, and then talk about it if they can live...... The ground shook slightly, and Richard glanced out, and a group of people ran in the distance, led by the boss just now. It's just that the other party is now holding a small bag of dry goods in his hand, followed by many people with goods, and the wrinkles on his face are piled up with a smile.

Seeing the other party's smile, Richard also felt a little, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, regaining a little of his original feeling.

So he pointed to the small pocket in the other man's hand and took the initiative to ask the boss:

"Do you sell them all?"

The boss nodded vigorously: "Sell!" All sold! ”

"And the sea salt and cigarettes at home, I brought them all! You see, how much can it be sold? ”

On the way here, he had already seen the fishermen who had left with the wheat, and he was very worried about the food that the people around him had received, and he was worried that the guests had finished changing the wheat before him, and he was relieved to see that there was still a bag full of wheat at the other party's feet.

Li checked his mood and thoughts, glanced at other people out of the corner of his eye, and said with a smile:

"Dry goods are easy to preserve, I want them, twenty pounds, what do you think?"

He saw the bursting smile on his boss's face.

The people around were boiling, the numbness and dead silence were swept away at this moment, and almost everyone suddenly came to life.

"My lord! I'm here! I have fresh mussel shells here! It's that big a fist! A hand was raised in the middle of the crowd.

Not to be outdone, someone shouted: "I have dried fish, dried meat, and a lot of seafood here!" ”

"I have handicrafts, wind chimes made of shells...... a faint child's voice came to his ears.

Richard raised a hand, and the people around him fell silent, nervously waiting for the words of the generous guest.

I just heard the other party say:

"I want it all!"

TBC

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"Really, the strangers brought a lot of wheat?" Someone else said, "Then why don't we do a vote?" Anyway, no one will come here, and it will be ...... by the sea."

"Say no more!"

The boss's heart beat violently, and the yellow and clear wheat flashed in his mind, and then he sternly interrupted the fisherman with a bad heart: "You don't sell it, don't say anything else!" ”

"Don't you want to? Don't your children want to eat? That's wheat, do you know how long you can eat it? The man asked rhetorically in very seductive words, "I'll do it for you, give you the big head, and I'll get it!" ”

The boss's eyes widened suddenly, and the huge anger startled the fisherman, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

"If you don't sell it, forget it, I'll be blind." The boss squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and turned away angrily, "People like you will be punished by the bound god sooner or later!" ”

"I sell, I sell! Hey, don't be angry! ”

The frightened fisherman hurriedly took his small bag and followed, and said softly: "I said the wrong thing, okay, I repent!" I'm bewitched by demons, don't take it to heart - I'll never say it again, praise Yong, no, praise the bound God! ”