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"The best way to limit the Trenthorst Brass Book is to let it fall into an internal loop on its own. The first is to create a space that is insulated from outside feedback and does not give it the opportunity to continue to amend the bill according to its own activities......"

"The best way to get caught in an internal loop is to let it produce its own contradictory laws, but it's hard to create such a situation."

"And the easiest way for me is to ask for the help of the big snake directly and give the Brass Book a ten-year starting cycle."

"But when they realized that I had arrived, they must have already arranged a means to fight against the path of 'fate', and the serpent was busy catching another snake, and I really shouldn't have intervened at this time. There are two more angels in the Brass Book to suppress the seal, and it will not be over-activated for a while and a half, and the maximum effective range is limited to the Vorsack Empire at most, and a little farther away, Bethel Abraham and the Dead Shemale, neither of which they can think about, but I still have to worry about the Dead Shemale secretly stabbing me in the back......"

Medici touched his chin and thought intently, if he had an army and other seals at hand, it would be easy to deal with the Brass Book and the Great Pastoral Capital with the Brass Book.

But now He is empty-handed, with almost nothing.

"Hey." Medici patted his face, "Is there anything you two can do?" Of course, needless to say, I also know that the two of you can't make the Brass Book a paradox, so if you don't have anything else to say, you can leave it alone. ”

"It's the Medici who you say you can't move, what does it have to do with me Soren" and "It's Einhorn who you say you can't move, what does it have to do with me Medici", while the idea is perfect and seems feasible, but the Brass Book doesn't really enact regulations by name - that's what exposes the flaw.

As long as the Brass Book says "Hunters are forbidden", they can be temporarily restricted.

The same seal, manipulated by humans and operated entirely by activating properties, is completely heaven and earth. The experienced sequence is still more bluffing with uniqueness.

"No words." Einhorn lazily replied in his head, "Beat my descendants and count on me to help, not only can I not help but also try to hold you back, just like that, Sauron until you play your cards." ”

"I'm in pairs."

"Don't."

"You two don't fart?"

"Isn't it all done with you."

"Alright, get out of here." Medici waved the two pit teammates into the corner.

Say something weird and feel much better. After relieving the pressure a little, Medici read the small notebook in his hand, sorting out a little bit of useful information from these fragments of information.

Medici hadn't been so close to the bottom for a long time, and the last time she needed to get closer to the people at the bottom was to eat hot pot stew with everyone in the Eastern Continent. The crooked and ugly handwriting on the small notebook and the large amount of useless nonsense are simply mentally harmful, making him start to miss the little devil cubs and subordinates who are very good at accounting in "The Red of War", but the thugs and cheap workers in the civilian area are definitely not able to compare with their regular army, and Medici can only sigh with the red.

After the first round of temptation, neither he nor his opponent was willing to act rashly, not only was he not sure that he would kill the other in a short time, but there was also a powerful enemy secretly watching and trying to wait for both sides to lose, and this confrontation became very challenging.

But it doesn't matter, conspirators are good at protecting themselves, and they will not be stingy to use their brains to achieve their own goals.

"On the premise that both of them are my goal, the advantage of doing it to the Patriarch is that as long as I move fast enough, I can get one or two seals; The downside is that without the Patriarch, the junior of the Einhorn family can directly take over the church and unite all forces against me. ”

"It seems that there is only a downside to making a move on him first, it is equivalent to the two of us throwing ourselves into the net, and Loftus-Cheek is definitely the fastest......"

Loftus-Cheek is really annoyed, like a poisonous snake that is always lurking and wants to bite someone, if only this guy could explode on the spot.

Therefore, when the Patriarch Lalion found out that he was attacked, he was only panicked but not surprised, and the three of them knew the stakes in their hearts, and even, Lalion did not dare to bet on whether the emperor would save him, in case "something happened to come a little late"?

Come a little later, bring his seal and prepare to drive out the evil angel of war who assassinated the archpatriarch, and he can tearfully take over the Church of the God of War and become the dual leader of the secular and religious of Fusak.

- Although I don't know how long this power can be held, there is no shortage of people in the world who only care about holding power and not about time.

Alas.

Medici thought of a solution.

I don't know what others think, but according to Medici's observations, the world's stereotype of him is often the top of the military force and the leader of the army, as well as some kind of symbol of victory and positive war. But positivity does not mean justice, as if people always have the illusion that the god of war is always victorious, and the god of war is the most powerful on the frontal battlefield.

But actually......

Since everyone can't tell the winner by force, there is no need to use force to decide the winner.

The necessity of force is unquestionable, but it is more flexible and applicable to almost all situations than the directness of the battlefield. Dealing with the stalemate on the frontal battlefield and tilting the situation in favor of one's side in a situation of equal strength is the result of the conspiracy.

Medici turned his head and asked the demigod of the Southern Continent, who had not spoken for a long time, like a puppet dummy:

"You mentioned earlier that there are people who secretly promote the 'sea gods' of the Rorsted Islands near the harbor, are these people still around?"

Hilda turned her head, but her shoulders and body did not move, and suddenly there was a strange movement on her body as if a wooden carving had turned into a living person: "They have become the law that 'forbids the sacrifice of evil gods'. ”

After saying this, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and a blush appeared on her face:

"There was still a man alive, but he couldn't afford to treat his broken hand, so he had to put snow on the wound. But he was so afraid of the pain that he had applied it for too long, and the flesh on his arm fell from his bones like jelly during the fire, and this morning he bled to death. ”

"His arms are all bones, and I don't have a living corpse like this."

"Then I'm really late to ask." Medici wasn't too sorry, "Your Rose School's hobbies are still so twisted and perverted. ”

Hilda was a little embarrassed: "Thanks, I think you're cool too." ”

Although he had heard it many times, the Medici was really not very interested in the hobby of the Rose School and the craft of making living corpses: "What did the sea god promise, and they sacrificed to him?" If I'm not mistaken, the legend of the god of the sea is only a local belief in the Rorsted Islands, and now that the news of the death of the god of war is tightly covered by the church, and the Inquisition is not an ornament, why do they risk their lives to secretly worship the god of the sea? ”

"A merchant from the Rorsted Islands is not a missionary, but he says that he can get fish by worshipping the god of the sea on the islands. The port was taken over by the nobility in winter, and they were not necessarily caught worshipping evil gods, but without work, they would freeze to death in a day. ”

"So, is the merchant gone?"

He said that he ran a charity school, and he only stopped by to buy some special whale meat...... I guess I didn't expect that someone would really hear his preaching. ”

Hilda shrugged her shoulders and was surprised:

"Probably a lot of people secretly sacrificed...... Then one or two lucky fish were caught, and the name of 'Poseidon' spread quietly in the harbor area. I don't know how long it took to pass when I found out, but it was probably a month ago. But it didn't work, and when they reached a certain size, the billboards made them all disappear. ”

After hearing this, Medici thought for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face.

"No, it's nothing, I think, there should be a lot more people who want to secretly worship the sea god now than before."

"Because so many people have died, it proves even more that the sacrifice of this guy is effective. We should do this by getting your people to secretly spread the belief in the god of the sea, tell the stories of those who have succeeded in harvesting, and encourage them to sacrifice secretly. ”

Hilda wasn't very surprised:

"I understand your desire to cause trouble, but this will only make more and more people who can be used die against, right?"

"How is that possible?"

Medici gestured.

"You just ask them to draw a sea snake on the ground, and they can draw it, just use their hands to hook a long twist on the snow."

"Then put something to eat in front of this thing, half a loaf of bread, and half a bottle of wine."

"-I'm taking out the food at home for refrigeration, how can I secretly sacrifice to the evil god? As for this one painted on the snow, how can you tell that this is a snake, this is my idle and nothing to dig a spoonful of snow for a snowball fight, how can it be considered a holy emblem? The Sea Sacred Emblem doesn't look like this. You see that the neighbors around us are doing this, we have believed in the god of war for generations, is it possible to say that this street is now secretly worshipping evil gods? ”

"The ritual is the process of reciting the name of the emblem and then putting on something that pleases the gods. Although the brass book says that it is not allowed to recite the honorific name in its entirety, it should not be taught to make up a few symbols and pray casually. ”

Hilda looked at Medici:

"Looks like you're experienced catching cultists."

"Of course."

In the Third Age, it was not only about catching cultists, but also about making enemies of all the faiths in the world.

"Okay, I'll let them do it, but in this case, the announcement ...... If the brass book you mentioned reacts, every time the terms are updated, it can make the potential Poseidon believers make up their minds a little. ”

Hilda touched her chin as Medici thought, and the yellow headband swayed from her dark brown hair.

She looks to be in her twenties, but she actually behaves a little younger: "You also need me to go to the harbor to control some fish from burrowing into the hands of those lucky ones." I didn't go to school, so it's good that the strategies you said worked. ”

"It's not something you can learn in school." Medici said with the attitude of a subordinate who didn't look very smart, "Unless you go to a military school that we run." ”

Hilda nodded:

"You're helping it increase its followers, do you know the god of the sea?"

Although it is a "sea god", many high sequences also know that it is just a sea snake that was lucky enough to devour the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 3 and did not get out of control, and it is not a god at all, not even a normal sage.

It also has little wisdom, and only knows how to use its own power to violently intimidate believers, and even attack believers, forcing them to believe in themselves. Even shelter is limited, let alone expected to have any effect on the rebels other than a force deterrent.

Medici thought for a moment and corrected her:

"Yes, and you should call Him as such."

"It's promoted?"

"The sea snake you know is long dead, and the current 'sea god' is a real god."

After Medici finished speaking, he immediately began to mumble something that others couldn't understand: "Add some followers to that kid, occupy the public opinion field by the way, and spread the belief of the 'fool' by the way, and then he will have to give me some assistance after he finishes the secret puppet city...... Not much, at least help me stop the dead shemale, and it's better to just let him blow up the 'Conqueror' trait......"

"That's right."

Medici suddenly thought of another thing:

"Go to the tall guy who has bought a lot of weapons and food and won't bargain yet."

"I suspect they are my acquaintances, and after contacting him, try to tell my name and see how the other person reacts."

"And if he reacts?" Hilda asked.

"If he reacts, tell him, well......"

Medici cleared his throat and solemnly whispered:

"The holy war he wants is about to begin, and you should follow in the footsteps of the war, as promised."

"God babble, His Highness never told us this when he was still alive."

"The gods are talking about the propaganda effect, don't digress, if I'm not mistaken, this group of people is the real descendants of giants, with an average height of two meters and four, and all of them are extraordinary. Then we can start spreading the word that they are God's chosen people, noble guests from the homeland of the Giants, and that they are the true masters of this country. And their god is the god who is about to protect this country in place of the god of war......"

TBC

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December 25, before the New Year.

Early in the morning, Viscount Conrad arrived at Port Plitz in a carriage and began to wait for the relative who had come from afar.

He was quite disdainful of this relative in his heart, but the other party gave him a lot of money.

As an old landed aristocrat, when he was indulged in the glory of his ancestors, he realized the importance of shares and industry, and there was no place for him to squeeze in the new industry.

At first, he didn't think so, until his land income became less and less, and even one day he found that he couldn't get the 100,000 gold pounds fixed for the maintenance of his fiefdom's family castle, Viscount Conrad woke up like a dream, and then five thunderbolts hit the top, and had to "donate" one of his family's collections to the art museum at the beginning of the year, and obtained 50,000 pounds, maintaining last year's dignity.

But since then, his decency has been like a hole, and the more he fills it, the more he fills it.

There are always countless places to spend money, but the money is getting less and less.

This year's banquets, salons, costumes, and food and clothing were still of the same standard as in previous years, and the servants had even hired a few more, and the hole in the treasury was getting bigger and bigger like his decency, and Viscount Conrad only stared at his books in the dead of night. Subjectively, he didn't want to face the ledgers and his own financial crisis, but in reality he had to fold his fingers and calculate which of his family's humble collectibles he was going to sell next—and before he sold them, he would put it away, and joke to his guests that he was tired of looking at it.

Lowering the bar is impossible in any case.

Luckily, just as he was worrying about the expenses for this year's New Year, a relative in Fenerport wrote a letter.

Although this relative does not have a title, the tone of the letter is extremely flattering, and he should not know that he thought that his noble relative had receded his hairline by two centimeters because he had no money. The letter was to the effect that his newly grown daughter would enter the social arena of Beckland, find her future betrothed, and become a nobleman, hoping that Viscount Conrad would be able to act as an introduction to the girl for the sake of his relatives.

None of this is important, and it was only the bargaining chips of relatives that made Viscount Conrad read the letter:

The other party was in the grain business in Fenerport, invested in steel and banks, and was very wealthy. Although he was only a baron, he was very wealthy, and he was willing to pay 300,000 pounds to send his daughter to Viscount Conrad as a daughter who was raised in a foreign country in poor health.

If the marriage can be successfully introduced, the other party boldly said that he could give another 200,000 pounds to Viscount Conrad as a thank you.

In Rune, a donation of 500,000 pounds to the state could already buy a knighthood.

For the sake of the money, no matter how much Viscount Conrad hated this mud-legged relative, he pinched his nose and wrote back to express his willingness.

He had to sigh that the sacrifice he had made was too great to let the daughter of a wealthy merchant and commoner bear the glorious surname of his family.

"Sir, the ship is coming." The valet spoke.

I actually came by boat...... Viscount Conrad was even more disdainful, but there was no expression on his face, just nodded.

Of course, he wouldn't get out of the car to greet him, and he didn't even want to see this commoner girl who had no noble blood but wanted to pretend to be a nobleman. But for the sake of the 300,000 pounds that the other party carried, he had to at least meet with them, say a few words, and express his concern.

The valet got out of the car with the gift to pick up the young lady, and he sat motionless in the carriage, waiting for him to directly fill the hole in this year's finances, and let him hold a decent and status-worthy New Year's party that could dispel the rumors of the "economic crisis".

After a while, he heard the voice of a young woman not far away.

Somewhat curious, he opened the curtain and looked at it, praying in his heart that the girl would at least not look so ugly that she would lose her face.

Soon, he saw his valet, and he also saw the girl with a wide-brimmed hat standing beside him.

It was a girl with blond hair and brown eyes, her face was a little round, not very beautiful, but her facial features were upright and delicate, she was very gentle when she smiled, and she spoke softly and slowly, which made people involuntarily want to be close.

The other party's blonde hair was coiled in a regular manner, wearing a goose-yellow dress skirt, and the fine gauze grid on the wide-brimmed hat hung down, adding a bit of mature and mysterious temperament to her.

A personal maid with the same blonde hair followed behind the young lady, with a low brow and a young girl.

Not bad...... Viscount Conrad was a little satisfied, such a girl didn't seem to cause trouble for herself, and it was easy to introduce marriage. A commoner girl, if she can marry a baron, she can already be grateful to herself and give the 200,000 pounds with both hands.

He was in a good mood, reached for the letter in his hand, and glanced at the new identity that had been prepared for the other party:

"The youngest daughter who was raised in a foreign relative's house because she was young and frail,"

"Miss Susie Conrad."

(End of chapter)