There is no doubt that the sudden invasion of the army of Fort Santil has plunged countless towns and villages in the entire West Hartland region and even the west coast of the Feron continent into panic.

Despite the highly organized Church of Fuzor Chamberbury and his Church of Bane, the god of tyranny, and their quest for strong rule, they rarely engage in large-scale looting, slaughter, and destruction like savage monsters like orcs.

The towns that are governed by it tend to be very well ordered.

As long as they do not resist, even the property and safety of civilians can be guaranteed to a certain extent.

But for the aristocratic lords, the ruling class and vested interests who could have ridden on the heads of the people, it was a terrible catastrophe that cannot be described in words.

Because with the strong character and style of the Tyrant of the Moon Sea, he will definitely not waste food on them.

Instead, they will directly confiscate all their property and reduce them to the lowest slaves, or simply secretly execute them together with the entire family to never be a disaster.

In fact, when he captured several port cities along the shores of Longhu, Fuzor Chamberbury did just that.

As a voter of the tyrannical god Bane, he was well aware of Zuosi's intention to destroy the original ruling structure of the land through his own hands and that of Santilburg, so that he could shape a new model of governance and governance as he pleased.

This is what the Bane Church often does after supporting a tyrant to conquer a region or overthrow the local regime.

But Zuo Si's brilliance lies in successfully passing on the contradictions, allowing Santilburg to act as an intruder and villain in the eyes of the locals, portraying himself as a savior and hero, and holding on to power in a roar of gratitude and cheers.

In this way, no one in the traditional perception of the Feron Continent can question the legitimacy of its rule.

Of course, if it was just a simple act, Fu Zor Chamberbury would not have too much awe and jealousy of Zuo Si.

What really frightened him was that the other party also took advantage of the complex situation in the region, especially the ambition of Shalofok, the son of Baal, to let Baldur's Gate be the first bird, and after his defeat, he reappeared as a savior to turn the tide, and used the failures of others to deepen and strengthen the worship and gratitude of ordinary people for themselves.

When this is done, it will be swallowed in one fell swoop, along with the greatly weakened Baldur's Gate, the West Hartland region, and the Dragon Coast.

In addition to this, there is the ongoing grain dumping in Sambia, and the severe impact on the social stability of the Cormier Kingdom, as well as the huge amount of weapons, armor, and food that they have secretly obtained from unknown sources, without telling all the forces......

Due to the vast intelligence network of the Santarin Society, which spread across the continent of Faerun, Fuzor Chamberberry knew much more than the others.

The more he knew, the more he felt that this young man, who was infinitely favored by the god of tyranny, was far above himself in terms of ambition, appetite, vision, pattern, and creepy means.

While the higher-ups of the Santil Fort and the Santarin Society were still racking their brains to infiltrate and occupy one or two towns, the other side had already begun to devour more than one-fifth of the entire western coast of the continent.

If this plan succeeds, then a huge empire with a population of 10 million or 20 million and an unprecedented ruling area will be born on the continent of Faeron.

For an ambitious power-hungry tyrant, there's nothing more exciting and exciting.

The only thing that makes Fuzor Chamberberry regret is that it is not himself who is about to achieve this ambitious goal.

Of course, what bothered him even more was the increasingly excessive and explicit abnormal sexual orientation of Manson's last clone.

Although in the beginning, Fuzor Chamberbury was happy that his former most formidable rival was willing to obey him.

But as time passed, he suddenly discovered that the softening and change of Manson's attitude was not the awe of power and power, but from another strong emotion - love.

If it had been someone else, it is estimated that Fuzor Chamberbery, who felt disgusted and disgusted, would have smashed him to death with a hammer.

But for Manson, he really can't do it, or he is reluctant.

After all, when Manson gave up his original ambition and thirst for power, he was simply a super-enhanced version of the current master of the dark intelligence network, Xi Manmon.

And that twisted love also keeps him extremely loyal.

Therefore, Fuzor Chamberbury's heart is very complex now, and it can even be described as painful and happy.

On the one hand, he enjoys the sense of accomplishment that comes from dominating and manipulating the last clone of Manson, and on the other hand, his normal sexual orientation has a strong physiological rejection of this same-sex love.

Sometimes the Tyrant of the Moon Sea even felt that the reason why Manson's clone became like this was because Zuo Si deliberately made it out to torture him, but he couldn't find any tangible evidence.

In this way, after enduring nausea and discomfort, Fuzor Chamberbury finally sent out the clone of Manson to lead the army to advance rapidly by handing over a new task to the other party.

He hopes to push the front to the green fields on the other side of the river before Baldur's Gate has time to react.

And set up the battlefield there, break the enemy's delusion of wanting to drive himself into the sea, and by the way, crush the ambitions of Shalovok, the son of Baal.

However, just when the army of Santil Fort was frantically attacking the city as if it were no man's land, the Baldur's Gate, which got the news, also reacted quickly.

Although the last defeat caused the contradictions between the forces of several parties to completely erupt and the situation was on the same page, and on two occasions even almost broke out into civil war, it was the Nélanthel Islands that intervened to stabilize the situation.

However, in the face of a powerful foreign invasion, the Duke of Iltan, the Duke of Silvershield, the Duke of Bert, and the Archduchess Lila Jennes sat down again to discuss countermeasures.

After more than three hours of mutual accusations, bickering, and invective, they finally reached a fragile armistice.

Not only that, but these people also sent a request for help to Deep Water City and Neverwinter City as members of the Alliance of Lords of Baldur's Gate, hoping that the other party would send reinforcements to help for the sake of fighting side by side together.

Almost at the same time, an envoy was sent south, intending to go to the Nälancer Islands to ask for help, and then to the southern Amm Empire to see if he could borrow some reinforcements.

Even if there are no reinforcements, it can get some assistance in terms of weapons, armor, food, and money, or attract some adventurer mercenaries to participate, and it can also give Baldur's Gate a breather in the face of a grim form.

However, the dukes obviously did not expect that before they could send their envoys, they had already been ambushed and killed by Shalofok's gang of bandits.

Right now, this strong man in heavy armor with a strong hairstyle (bald head) was stepping on the corpse of the Baldur's Gate envoys, feeling the boiling killing divinity in his body, grinning and whispering in a voice that only he could hear: "That's right! That's it!

Violence, killing, and death will make me stronger and stronger, until I transcend mortals and inherit Baal's Blood Throne.

No matter how many heirs my father left behind in the mortal world, I am the only one who can finally embark on the path of becoming a god.

I am the prophesied Chosen One, and I will win the fear and awe of all mortals......"

"Master, what to do with these corpses?"

A human warrior with blood-stained armor approached from a distance and asked.

"Just throw it into the woods.

The beasts and trolls will help us clean up the corpses.

Remember to wipe the scene clean of the blood, then drive the cart and horses to the junction of the Supreme Wasteland and the Troll's Roaring Forest.

It is best not to leave any traces that can be traced.

At least until I get rid of the Dukes of Baldur's Gate and take control of the army, I must not let anyone know about the attack on the legations. ”

Shalofok's eyes flashed with a cold and cruel light.

There is no doubt that the divinity and bloodline of the God of Murder have deeply and irreversibly affected him.

In other words, all the sons of Baal who have awakened to the divine nature will inevitably become what they are now.

The human warrior hurriedly nodded: "Understood! Rest assured, I'll find a way to block the news and ensure that the Baldur's Gate side won't be aware of the attack on their envoys for at least a month. ”

"Very good!

Don't forget to push those shapeshifters to infiltrate faster.

Know that time is running out for us.

If it is not possible to send troops before Fort Santil fully occupies the West Hartland region, then everything will be meaningless.

And keep an eye on those octopus heads, I don't trust them. ”

Shalofok admonished in a serious tone.

"The Mind Flayer has now established a secret stronghold in the sewers of Baldur's Gate.

They think they don't know what they do.

But in fact, the location there has long been locked by me.

Whatever their purpose, if they do the slightest suspicious move, we can launch a surprise attack to wipe them out. ”

As he said this, the human warrior's eyes flashed with an abnormally strange red light.

As one of the first mortals to follow and consider Shalophok a god, he has gained special powers from the powerful son of Baal.

Through this energy, which is not even divine power or divine magic, he can not only ignore the mind control of the Mind Flayer, but also release some spell-like abilities, which are far more powerful than ordinary ordinary warriors.

Many powerful creatures who want to develop their beliefs and sects, but do not have the ability to bestow divine magic, actually use this method to exchange the loyalty of some key members of the sect, and then use this as a basis to expand the number of believers, and finally achieve the goal of becoming great gods.

If the master of the service succeeds in becoming a god, then these backbones have the opportunity to become the spokesmen of the gods in the mortal world—the elect.

Shalovok had obviously read about it from some of the books in Candlefort, so he also gathered a group of subordinates who were willing to regard themselves as gods and serve as the backbone of the church to develop their faith after the canonization of gods.

Of course, these people are just thugs who have been given special powers.

Through the connection between spirit and faith, Shalovok can intuitively feel the thoughts and inner world of believers.

Therefore, compared to some other partners, he trusted these subordinates who had no reservations about him, and a satisfied look quickly appeared on his face.

"Very good.

I promise that when I become the god of killing, you and the others will be rewarded unimaginable.

By the way, what is going on with Grion's adopted son, my half-brother?

Hasn't he shown up yet? ”

The human warrior shook his head slightly: "No, not yet.

I've arranged for the bounty hunters to lay a net on Arms of Kindness and Bergoust.

Whether he goes north or south, he will inevitably die in the end.

Of course, if you're unlucky, you might now be the food of the beasts of the forest.

In addition, near the Friendly Arm, there seems to be a very powerful white bear.

Tazok's bandits lost dozens of men there, so much so that they did not dare to approach the area for fear of being attacked by straying into the territory of this powerful beast. ”

"A white bear? How could there be a polar creature like a white bear south of Baldur's Gate? ”

Shalovok was slightly stunned, but quickly replied disapprerovitically: "Don't worry about it, it's just a beast that acts on instinct anyway, and it doesn't pose any threat to us."

The number one goal now is to kill my brother.

His death will make me stronger by converging the divinity and divine power in my body towards the nearest Son of Baal.

When my divinity and divine power exceed a certain threshold, it will be enough to confront the chosen person of Bane, the god of tyranny, Fuzor Chamberberry, or even kill him in battle. ”

"Is it really okay to leave Waterdeep City at that? As far as I know, in the style of those masked lords, such a matter as the attack on the envoys will certainly not sit idly by, but will send adventurers or entrust the Harpist League to investigate. ”

There was a hint of concern in the human warrior's tone.

"Humph! Don't worry, Waterdeep has more troublesome crises to deal with right now, so you can't worry about that. ”

In saying this, Shalovok did not hide his schadenfreude in the slightest.

As he described it, the masked lords of Waterdeep were gathering for the first time since the establishment of such a political system, without a single member absent.

Even the nobles, who had been given a small number of privileges, sent representatives to attend, observe, and express their opinions and opinions, and the leaders of the guilds, who wielded great power, were also invited to the castle palace.

Because everyone present knows very well that this is related to whether the miracle city under your feet will be able to continue its current glory and prosperity in the future.

As one of the very few people whose masked lords have been 100% identified, Kelburn and Leila are also present.

Although they were Chosen Witches and Legendary Mages, they didn't need to resort to these boring means to hide their identities or fear being attacked by their enemies, but they still wore helmets that covered their faces, wore robes that symbolized their status, and wore amulets engraved with the sigil of Waterdeep.

Pierguelen, the only lord to appear in public status, was holding a trade alliance agreement from the Church of the Goddess of Fortune and reading its terms aloud to everyone present.

Almost every time a message is recited, it immediately triggers a fierce quarrel and discussion.

Since Waterdeep's political structure is a special ruling structure based on the guilds of various trades, whenever a guild finds that its interests have been damaged, it will inevitably jump out and express fierce opposition.

This also means that Waterdeep City is not at all like the Silvermoon Federation and Neverwinter, where there is a central government with a relative concentration of power that can directly make decisions.

"Quiet!

Please be quiet and listen to me first!

I must warn you!

This trade alliance is unlike any of the organizations we've been a member of before!

It is not only extremely binding on the franchisee!

Any breach of contract after joining will be extremely costly!

And the last few have a certain military alliance nature!

In other words, it is not possible to join or withdraw casually, and you must be extra cautious. ”

Pilgalen stood on the podium in the center of the hall, and in a hoarse voice stressed to everyone present the importance of the matter.

Since DR took over the title of Public Lord from Byron's daughter, Lestin, known as the "Masked Lady", in 1311, he has led the city through many crises.

Even on the eve of the Year of Turmoil, the success of stopping the massive extradimensional passage that suddenly opened over Waterdeep and the large number of gargoyles and tengus flying out of it could wreak havoc on the city.

In addition, they have to deal with terrifying monsters such as the dark elves, eye demons, and mind flayers that rush out of the leyline maze from time to time, as well as the illegal trade they engage in in Skull Harbor, especially the slave trade.

But these crises are far less terrible than the current paper trade alliance treaty in Pierguelen's eyes.

In particular, the emergence of the airship, a revolutionary air transport vehicle, directly destroyed the land transportation system originally composed of horse-drawn carriages and rivers.

No matter how hard the latter tries, it is absolutely impossible to compete with the former.

This means that as long as you don't join the Trade Alliance for a day, you won't open a fixed trade route between other cities and Waterdeep.

Merchants had no choice but to continue to use primitive and costly modes of transportation to participate in this fundamentally unfair competition.

Perhaps the maritime trade will not be affected much for the time being, but the land trade will be quickly seized by other towns, thus losing a large amount of market share.

To make matters worse, Waterdeep is not a country, just a relatively large port city, with no legal de facto dominion over the villages and towns in the surrounding radius.

The latter was originally willing to follow in his footsteps for the sake of following Waterdeep City and having a mouthful of soup to drink.

However, if there is no airship route to Waterdeep, it is difficult to guarantee that these villages and towns will not turn against each other and join the trade alliance as independents.

If this happens, Waterdeep's influence will shrink dramatically, and many of the internal conflicts caused by unemployment and inability to make money will quickly erupt.

"Aren't we the Tower of Order? And there's also an air dock where you can dock magical ships. Can't we build our own air transport system? One of the guild leaders stood up and asked loudly.

The mage representative of the Tower of Order immediately rolled his eyes at the idiot who knew nothing about magic, and sneered and asked, "What do you think magic is?"

A few skewers of barbecue on a copper plate on a roadside stall?

Or can a gold coin buy a cart of cabbage?

Anything that has anything to do with magic can never be cheap!

The cost of a magic ship, the materials alone may be as high as tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gold coins!

Not to mention the eight rings, nine rings, and even legendary magic that may be used in it.

Its price and scarcity mean that it can't be manufactured in large quantities.

Even if it is manufactured, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can afford.

Also, as far as I know, most magic ships don't have a load of one-fiftieth of a large airship.

So don't be whimsical!

I've been on one of those airships, and I can tell you responsibly that with the knowledge, magic, and technology that the Tower of Order currently possesses, it would be a pipe dream to replicate it. ”

"Damn! So according to you, we don't have the slightest room for bargaining except to sign that agreement? Another guild leader asked with some reluctance.

"I'm sorry, but as much as I don't want to discourage your self-confidence, the reality is that is.

We must join the trade alliance to ensure that trade on land does not continue to shrink.

Otherwise, Amm in the south, the restored Shane Empire, and traditional allies Neverwinter and the Silvermoon Alliance will be more than happy to eat away at the markets that originally belonged to us.

Because the cost they need to pay to transport the goods to the designated place now may be only a fraction or even a tenth of the cost of our land transportation.

In fact, since the opening of airship routes in large numbers, our trade volume and tax revenue have been rapidly reduced, and now only two-thirds of the original ones are left.

It is estimated that in another month's effort, except for those places that are no more than three days away from Waterdeep, the rest of the market will be lost.

At that time, we will be faced with thousands of unemployed people and a rapidly deteriorating social security environment. ”

The head of the guild in charge of trade has come forward to speak out clearly about the serious challenges that are currently being faced.

Especially when the seemingly glaring statistics were announced, many of the guys present who were shouting for a second to persevere to the end fell silent.

Seeing this, Leila immediately lowered her voice and asked her husband beside her: "The new type of transportation that Soth has made has really such a big impact on traditional transportation?" ”

Kelburn nodded slightly, and explained in an unhurried voice, "Much bigger than you think."

He centered on those large towns and built an air traffic network that covered the entire West Coast.

In other words, the carriage would only have to take on the task of transporting goods from these towns to nearby villages, without having to risk crossing the trade roads full of monsters and dangerous beasts.

Because of their speed, cheapness, and safety, many large merchants who only do wholesale business have abandoned the traditional animal carts.

If I don't think of a surprise, the driver's industry will slowly shrink in the next few years.

It will also affect other related industries.

The good news, however, is that many of the previously expensive luxury goods are now falling in price at an unimaginable rate.

Fresh fruits, vegetables, and meat, which could not be transported to distant areas for sale, can now be transported and sold as commodities on a large scale.

Wherever the airship routes are covered, the living standards of civilians have been greatly improved, and there are also more opportunities to make money.

In particular, the Silver Moon Alliance, which was previously geographically isolated from the outside world, has achieved an economic leap in a very short period of time.

Erasdra now counts his money happily every day until he cramps as long as he sits in the palace and deals with daily civil disputes.

It is also said that she intends to expand the academy to cater for the large number of people who have traveled from the south to learn magic and other knowledge and crafts in airships.

After all, in terms of education, Silvermoon City is one of the very few cities in the Northland that can compete with Waterdeep City.

That's the second point I want to make.

Airships break down the geographical isolation of people and make cultural exchanges between them extra frequent.

Some historians have even begun to claim that this is a sign of the beginning of a new era. ”

"If there are so many benefits, why do these guild leaders still oppose it?"

Leila subconsciously frowned.

"Because of power and interests!

If they join the trade alliance, many of these people will lose their existing rights and influence.

On top of that, Waterdeep will completely lose the right to independent coinage and taxation.

This would undoubtedly significantly weaken the independence of the city as a whole.

It may even be eroded little by little, and eventually become a vassal or even a puppet of the trade alliance like other towns.

And Soth, who really controls this organization behind the scenes, will be above everyone else, becoming the emperor of the entire Northland and even the West Coast.

Erastro was clearly aware of this.

But as long as the people of the Silver Moon Alliance can live a better life, she obviously doesn't mind that she may lose her existing rights in the future.

But not every ruler is as open-minded as she is.

You see, mortals have little resistance to the temptations of power. ”

When he said this, Kelburn had an undisguised disdain in his tone.

Needless to say, the targets of his disdain were the short-sighted guild leaders, as well as the nobles and masked lords who were also fiercely opposed.

Leila raised her eyebrows in surprise: "So...... Is it true that Ilminster said it during his visit yesterday? ”

Kelburn nodded slightly, "Yes." It's no secret that in fact.

Do you know?

Just yesterday in a conversation with Ilminster, I officially announced that I had quit the Harpists League and intended to create an organization that was more in line with my philosophy.

On top of that, I went to meet with the Moonsea Tyrant Fuzor Chamberbury and made a secret deal with him.

As of today, I have parted ways with Ilminster for good. ”

"What! Are you serious? Does this have anything to do with Soth? ”

Lyra's pupils dilated, and she seemed a little unable to believe that the words came from her husband's mouth.

After all, almost all the voters of the goddess of magic will join the Harpists League to varying degrees, even Samast, the founder of the original Dragon Worship Cult.

"It's related, but it's not relevant.

Mainly, I'm fed up with the self-righteous behavior of Ilminster and the harpers.

What's more, this time, I'm on Soth's side.

It seemed to me that his way of bringing together the otherwise loose and chaotic Northlands in as bloodless a way as possible was a once-in-a-lifetime good thing for the civilian population.

Anyone who tries to sabotage, to stop, is a sinner in the truest sense of the word. ”

Kelburn did not hide it at all, and made his position clear in a generous manner.

In fact, he had already had very serious differences with Ilminster in terms of ideas, ideas, and camp tendencies.

It's just that because there have been cases of voters like Samast directly defecting to the enemy, the black rod has always been very restrained in this regard.

But this time the conversation broke up unhappily, and Kelburn was completely determined to stick to his ideas rather than continue to compromise with the No. 1 voter.

"Damn! Surely this is the beginning of a split or even hostility within us? ”

Leila instantly expressed intense concern.

Ilminster is an old stubborn and will never change the decisions he makes.

In the same way, Kelburn is also a very principled person.

The most terrible thing is that Zuo Si has never shown mercy to the enemy's subordinates.

Leila couldn't imagine what it would be like if the three of them fought.

But Kyleburn smiled and comforted: "Relax, things are not as bad as you think."

I had already contacted Soth just before I came to the meeting.

He said that he welcomed Ilminster as his enemy, and assured that it would never be seen as a game of confrontation.

Even for the sake of the goddess of magic, she will never be killed. ”

Leila didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this answer, so she lowered her head and sighed helplessly, deciding to talk to her other six sisters later.

At least in this matter, they must be strictly neutral, and must not get involved and let the situation worsen.

But what the voter couple didn't know was that at this moment at the Arms of Friendship Hotel, Zuoth and Ilminster were sitting at the most inconspicuous table in the corner, gossiping like no one else.

I don't feel that the two of them are enemies who are about to become opponents, but it is like an old friend who has not seen each other for a long time.

"You are behind the invasion of Fuzor Chamberberry and Fort Santil?"

Ilminster smoked his pipe and said tentatively in a tone of uncertainty that was not very sure.

"Hehe, don't you already have the answer in your mind?"

Zuo Si neither admitted nor denied it, but gave the other party a meaningful look.

Ilminster couldn't help but laugh, and sighed as he laughed, "Well, maybe the storm is right."

She warned me that if this matter is your hand, then there will be absolutely no trick left.

Now it seems that even if I knew the truth and told everyone out loud, I am afraid that no one would believe it.

But I'm a little curious, how on earth do you get someone like Vouzor Chamberbury to obey you?

As far as I know, he's not the kind of guy who would bow down to anyone easily. ”

Zuo Si replied very simply: "It's actually very simple.

As a constituent and pastor, all of Fuzor Chamberbury's strength and power comes from the God behind him.

As long as I can deal with the tyrannical god behind it, then as a servant, he can only obey.

I obviously know better than this Tyrant of the Moonsea what Bane wants. ”

"So you're now the Dark Lord's chosen one?"

Ilminster's old face was shocked with an indiscouraging shock.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to answer that question head-on."

Zuo Si chose to avoid it very cunningly.

For when he first presented his new definition of tyranny and tyranny to Bane, no one else or God was present except for the elect of Fuzor Chamberbury.

So the outside world does not know his true relationship with the tyrannical god and his church for the time being.

But Ilminster had clearly confirmed this in his heart, took a deep breath and continued to probe: "I don't understand, why do you go to such great lengths? Isn't it possible to directly conquer, occupy and suppress? You're not the kind of person who can be soft-hearted. ”

Zuo Si explained with a smile: "This involves the cost of governance.

It is important to know that occupying an area as an invader and conqueror will inevitably lead to fierce conflicts with the locals.

If it is forcefully suppressed, it will also provoke hatred that will continue for at least one or two generations.

To rule such a place, it is not only necessary to have a large number of troops stationed there, but also to repeatedly encircle and clean up those who are like weeds and cannot kill the rebels.

In addition, overly strict laws and a volatile social environment will cause the region to fall into a long-term economic downturn.

When the fiscal situation develops to the point where the income cannot make ends meet, the occupation of areas by force will become a huge burden, and a steady stream of blood will be sucked from the central finance.

It may take generations, a hundred or two hundred years, for the hatred to subside and for the locals to accept their new identity.

In the meantime, whether you, your allies with the harpists, or my enemies, can incite riots and vandalism in this area, turning it into a bleeding wound.

So in my opinion, direct and brutal conquest by force is the lowest and most stupid option.

Unless you have to, it's best not to completely tarnish your reputation like Fort Santil.

A wise ruler should present himself as a messenger of justice, at least on the surface.

If one day I had to invade and occupy an area by force, I would choose to either kill all the inhabitants of the area, or relocate them all and forcibly disperse them and settle them elsewhere for assimilation. ”

"Just like the people you forcibly relocated to Mingtan Island in the first place?" Ilminster asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes. That's actually quite a gentle approach.

I can do more than I can if I want.

So I advise you and those harpists who follow you that it is better not to provoke my bottom line in this regard.

For if you dare to do so, I will use some of the most extreme means to bleed those whom you have incited.

In the same way, I will put the blame on you through propaganda, and you will become street rats that everyone shouts and beats, so that the civilians who survived will hate you from the bottom of their hearts, and even join in the hunt for you.

I'm sure you remember the tragedy that happened to Trist, right?

He once tried to save the life of an innocent Moon Elf child when he was part of the Dark Elf Surface Commando.

However, the boy grew up mistaking him for an enemy who had slaughtered his village, and vowed to kill the evil Drow to avenge the death of his loved ones.

Eventually, in a battle, Trist had to kill the child he had saved.

Do you know what that feels like?

Do you know how painful, desperate, and even self-destructive it can be?

Maybe for you idealists, death isn't terrible.

But I can give you revenge ten thousand times more terrible than death. ”

When he said this, Zuo Si's tone was full of threats and warnings, and he did not hide his cold and evil side at all.

In his opinion, the best way to deal with these chaotic and kind people who think they are righteous at will is to draw a clear red line.

No matter who dares to take a step beyond the thunder pool, they will immediately taste the taste of life is worse than death.

Don't you claim to be righteous and like to do things according to your own values and moral standards?

Then I will turn all those you have saved into avengers blinded by hatred, and make you choose between killing the people you saved or being killed, and then destroy their spirit and will.

Ilminster undoubtedly felt this naked malice, took a deep breath and said, "I see what you mean. Rest assured that the confrontation between us will never involve innocent civilians. ”

Hearing the assurance he wanted, Zuo Si immediately showed satisfaction: "Very good!"

As long as you can control the harpists who do whatever they want, I can also assure you that as long as they haven't done anything like assassination, poisoning, or destroying social stability, they won't be executed even if they are caught.

At most, he will be sent to prison for a few years, or he will be punished with hard labor.

As long as you have the ability, you can organize rescue operations at any time.

But only if you can't kill any of the guards. ”

"Deal!"

Ilminster took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and clasp it tightly with Zuo Si.

But soon, he suddenly changed the topic and asked with interest, "Why do you want to integrate the entire west coast of the Faren Continent into a huge empire?" As far as I can tell, it doesn't seem like you've been a person with a particular interest in power before. ”

Zuo Si smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "There is no special reason.

If I have to find a cause, I think it should be that Sean VII said that he wanted me to marry his descendants and inherit the beginning of the Sean Empire.

I was thinking, if we want to integrate the Karin Shirt, Tesser, Am, and other regions, why not expand them to include the whole of the Northlands.

After all, there is a basic common sense in my homeland that it is possible for civilians to live a good life only by building a country with a large land area, a high degree of political and economic unity, and a stable regime.

Moreover, I like to engage in business and construction, and whenever I see backward and poor cities and towns becoming richer and richer, more technologically advanced, and the people's living standards getting higher and higher, I can get an unparalleled sense of accomplishment and satisfaction from them.

And I think you should admit that I'm better than all the rulers in this world, aren't you? ”

"Hahahaha!

I don't deny that.

But you are a dictator, an autocratic tyrant favored by the Dark Lord.

No one knows what path you're going to take everyone when you become the ruler of a huge empire.

Given the importance you place on magic, and the terrible catastrophe caused by the end of the Nessera civilization, I don't think it's a good thing to get you to achieve your intended goal.

Like many people who are too smart, you are always conceited that you are making the right choice.

There are a lot of similarities in this regard.

Because I am also a very conceited person, and insist that maintaining the status quo of the continent of Faeron is the best state. ”

Ilminster let out a self-deprecating laugh.

I have to say that although his position and philosophy are different, he is indeed not like many hypocrites who profess to be righteous and kind while playing double standards, and very frankly admits his conceit and limitations.

"Fear comes from the unknown.

I can understand the resistance and fear of an old man like you, who was born more than a thousand years ago and was struggling to survive as a slave of the human race, and who has spent most of his life wandering around Faerun, to the drastic social changes.

But don't forget that beyond this world, there are countless planes, planes, and universes.

You have never seen a reinforced concrete jungle that stands hundreds of meters high and houses tens of thousands of people in a single building, even more than the combined population of some of the world's smaller cities, and a huge urban agglomeration of tens of millions of people;

I haven't even experienced those public transport trains that can run hundreds of kilometers per hour on the tracks;

I didn't even see a large flying machine that could cross the entire Faeron continent in a few hours.

This is the gap between vision and pattern, and it is also a place where you can never surpass me.

So I forgive your ignorance, and I forgive you for making the choice to be my enemy out of fear.

Because in my opinion, you, who are known as the Great Sage of the Shadow Valley, are just an old man who is about to be eliminated by the times.

I feel pitiful for you, and I also feel pitiful for those harpists who are full of ideals in their hearts, who want to change and save the world, but in the end they never achieve anything.

After all, freewheeling chaos cannot bring about the elements that are truly sufficient for the progress of society and the development of civilization.

But the order is different!

Whether it is a neutral order or an evil order, as long as there is enough time to develop, it will eventually have a profound impact on reshaping people's perceptions and expectations.

As for why it's not orderly and kind.

Because of the serious lack of means of contingency and the courage to save more people by sacrificing the interests of some people in a critical moment.

Especially as the supreme ruler, kindness is not a plus, but a minus.

It would be a terrible disaster to let a good and good person become the leader of a country. ”

With a condescending attitude, Zuo Si made the voters of the goddess of magic understand what it was like to be despised by others, and for the first time, an angry expression appeared on that wrinkled old face......