"So...... You're going to rule the country as King Am? ”

After leaving the administrative district, Feide, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask.

As a "little minion" who entered the council for the first time and watched the whole process, she couldn't believe that she would hear such exciting news.

He even saw with his own eyes that the person representing the top of the shadow thief was overwhelmed, and then kicked out like a lost dog.

At this moment, this demon-descended elf assassin finally understood how strong this young human in front of him, who usually maintained a gentle smile, was in his bones.

Especially when that terrifying momentum is unleashed, he is simply an out-and-out tyrant, and he will never allow anyone to disobey his will, otherwise he will suffer a catastrophe immediately.

"Why not?"

Zuo Si casually threw a copper plate to the roadside vendor to buy, then took a few oranges from the other party's hand, and distributed half of them to the demon elf behind him, and continued to wander around the bustling market by himself, and asked without looking back: "What do you think of the gold coin capital under our feet now?" ”

"Uh...... I think it's pretty good.

At least it's much better than when I first came here, there were ragged children everywhere.

Today, most of the poor and civilians have access to work and a place to eat.

Especially in the last two years, the town hall has ordered the rectification of the slums and docks.

Many of the people who used to live on the streets or in shabby shantytowns now have sheltered houses and clean water.

I believe that many ordinary people, like me, can feel that Askatra is getting better and better. ”

When he said this, Philippines had a hint of emotion in his tone.

At least none of the large towns she saw as a slave as a young man could compare to what is now Askatra.

Even the poor at the bottom of society have a glint in the eyes of "hope", instead of being cold and numb like other cities, and losing their souls like the walking dead.

Because of this, this demon-descended elven assassin did not choose to leave even after being wanted by the Shadow Thieves Guild, but wanted to live here forever until the end of his life.

"Do you know how these policies and the current economic boom came about?"

Zuo Si peeled off an orange, put one of the cloves in his mouth, tasted the sweet and sour taste, and continued to ask with a smile on his face.

Fei De was slightly stunned for a moment, and then said tentatively in a not very certain tone: "Because of you? ”

Zuo Si nodded unceremoniously: "That's right, it's because of me."

Otherwise, you thought that the powerful families who controlled Ascatra would suddenly become so kind overnight?

It's the one who gives the city a steady stream of more, better, cheaper goods.

It was also I who stabilized the relationship with the indigenous people of the Aztec continent, avoided possible contradictions and conflicts between the two sides, and made the trade volume between the two sides increase year by year.

This indirectly led to the mushrooming of a large number of workshops and began to absorb a large number of laborers, providing jobs for the people at the bottom of the society who could support their families.

On top of that, the goblin slaves I raise do all the dirty, tiring, and dangerous work at a very low price.

This also means that the oppression of the common people and the poor by the aristocracy and wealthy merchants has been transferred to a certain extent.

After all, the race that oppresses humans, elves, dwarves, dwarves, and halflings, which are generally considered to be highly intelligent creatures, has to bear many pressures, including public opinion.

But goblins are different.

Even in academia, there are many scholars who believe that they should not be classified as intelligent beings, or even less intelligent and social than magical creatures such as the Winter Wolf and the Zodiac Wolf.

So as long as they are not deliberately abused, tortured, or denied food, no one cares about their lives or deaths.

Coupled with the fact that I kept the goblin slaves out of agriculture, crafts and services, I deliberately created an environment in which labor was scarce and forced merchants to raise their wages.

That's why you're seeing all this.

Why do you think the Council spends a lot of tax money to renovate the slums, docks, and bridges, where the poor gather, to build spacious and bright buildings, and even to bring in clean water?

This was due to the fact that the boom in trade attracted a large number of merchants from outside the city, causing the price of land in the city to soar, so that even the dirty and messy areas that they had previously looked down upon became profitable, and very lucrative.

And I just happened to be able to provide a cheap building material, which could build a few or even a dozen floors of buildings, and house a lot of civilians with very little land.

Guess whose pockets did the vacant land go out after the renovation and the money from selling it?

Compared to the families who hold the Council, I have the power, the power, and the will to make this city and the country a better place.

In that case, why can't I be the King of Am?

Do you think that civilians really care who rules the country and what kind of political system it uses? ”

Fidel hurriedly shook his head: "No, of course they don't care. As far as I know, most ordinary people only care about how much money they can make, whether there is more or less bread, butter, cheese, eggs and sausages on the table. ”

"Hahahaha!

Look, that's the problem.

Most people don't care about politics and don't have the ability to participate in it.

So the legitimacy of rule does not come from family, bloodline, and inheritance, as many traditional landed aristocrats preach.

Rather, it comes from whether the ruler or the ruling class can provide the people with a fair and stable social environment, a good life, and enough protection against all kinds of monsters and foreign enemies.

As far as I know, many villages close to the more remote mountains and wastelands are inhabited by local residents who would rather swear allegiance to the dragons that nest nearby, rather than to the human nobility.

Do you know why? ”

When he asked this question, Zuo Si had a playful smile on his face and threw the orange peel in his hand into the trash can not far away.

"Why?"

The Demon Elf Assassin asked with a puzzled expression.

Zuo Si replied meaningfully, "For compared to the dragons who are only interested in gold, silver, and precious stones, and occasionally ask for some labor, the greedy noble lords will take away even the rations on which they depend.

In addition, after swearing allegiance to the dragon, your safety is guaranteed, so you don't have to worry too much about being invaded by monsters and beasts.

Especially under the rule of the less evil, cruel, and tyrannical dragons, many of the villagers are quite wealthy and stable.

This also proves my view of the legitimacy of the rule.

Since people don't mind letting a dragon with devastating destructive powers rule over them, how can they take the so-called noble blood for the same thing.

What's more, I'm playing Game of Thrones according to the rules.

Through Vera's efforts, I have gained vital military power.

The next thing to do is to reassemble a powerful army, and watch as Baldur's Gate is completely defeated and falls, and the entire Sword Bay is shrouded in the shadow of the great army of Santil Fort.

When everyone felt fear and despair, I stood up as a savior to shatter this huge shadow and become a hero who turned the tide in everyone's minds.

Eventually, he was crowned king with the cheers and support of the populace, ruling over all lands south of Baldur's Gate to the border of Am.

In line with public opinion, this is the most correct way for human beings to gain power in the process of moving from barbarism to civilization. ”

"What about the nobles and wealthy merchants who monopolized wealth and power? What does the future hold for them? ”

Field's eyes flashed with intense curiosity.

"If they are smart enough to follow the new laws and rules, they will at most be repressed and restricted.

I don't do anything too much.

After all, a prosperous and prosperous country needs businessmen, and more importantly, the accumulation of capital.

But if anyone doesn't know what to do, they don't want to challenge me in politics......

I don't mind letting them completely withdraw from the stage of history first, and in a way that is reviled and notorious by 10,000 people.

By the way, why don't you eat oranges?

Is it because you don't like it? ”

Zuo Si stopped and glanced at the fruit that the Demon Elf Assassin had held in his arms with great interest, which had not been touched for half a day.

Feder smiled and shrugged his shoulders and explained, "It's not that I don't like it, it's that I'm not used to eating in this kind of crowded place."

On the one hand, it interferes with my reactions and judgments;

On the other hand, the smell of orange peel is too strong, and it is easy to leave a smell on the body, which is not conducive to sneaking and escaping.

On the other hand, it's a little strange that you seem to be relaxed no matter what you do.

As far as I know, you have quite a few enemies, right?

Why is it possible to shop and eat so casually on the street, as if you are not worried about a surprise attack? ”

Zuo Si replied nonchalantly: "Because all my enemies know very well that attacks and assassinations in the ordinary sense have no effect on me.

Let's not talk about how low the success rate is and the serious consequences that can be triggered.

Even if the assassination is successful, do you think I didn't have some means to deflect fatal damage and resurrection?

What's more, have you ever seen legendary spellcasters such as Yin Erminster, Kelburn, Xinbu, Erastro, and Lai LZASTAN be frequently attacked?

High-level spellcasters are not warriors or thieves who don't have magical powers, and it's not easy to actually kill them.

So I never worried about being attacked or assassinated.

Because my enemies would never do such a stupid thing.

If anyone does, then he is not worthy to be my enemy. ”

"How do I feel a blatant discrimination against warriors, thieves, assassins, and other professions from your words?"

Fei De looked up with a skeptical look on his face.

"You're too sensitive, I'm just stating the facts, far from discrimination." Zuo Si sneered and responded.

If he really wants to engage in professional discrimination, he can tell more than a dozen different jokes in a row to describe the miserable conditions of the professions of warriors, thieves, and assassins.

Aside from that, the ability to fly alone is enough to widen the gap between casters and non-casters.

Take, for example, the famous "Terrasquey Behemoth".

In order to defeat this monster with a large size, a sturdy shell, terrifying regenerative ability, a life force comparable to that of a legendary dragon king, and a host of immunity traits, and can only be killed through wishing or miracle spells, the normal melee class can only do so at a very high class level or even crossing the legendary threshold.

However, for the caster who has the ability to fly, all he needs to do is stand outside the attack range above his head and then unscrupulously bombard the spell.

After all, the Terrasquier Behemoth can't fly.

There is no means of fighting back other than being beaten passively and being incompetent and furious.

It is said that the arcanists of the Nethriel era would often go to the beast, bomb it into a half-dead coma, and then calmly descend to open their stomachs and extract the materials they needed to cast spells.

Later, after wishing and miracle magic were invented, the high-ranking mages made a private agreement that no one would be allowed to kill the Terrasqui Behemoth.

There was even a secret surveillance and protection organization that was secretly established.

Prevent this "treasure" that can provide an infinite amount of precious casting materials from being killed by ignorant fools.

For a long time, the Terrasqui Behemoth was basically a living material extractor, and it couldn't be more miserable.

And because it has immortality and infinite regeneration properties, no matter how many kidneys, hearts, stomachs, and eyeballs are removed, how many times it is skinned, and how many times it is dismantled, it can eventually recover as before.

Thanks to its intelligence of only three points, it is basically a super giant magical beast that moves by instinct.

Otherwise, we have to engage in a "Beast Lives Matter" campaign to accuse those greedy and evil mages of their inhumane deeds.

High-level elven archers who also master the ability to fly can even adopt the tactics of flying kites and walk the Terrasquier giant beast alive.

Zuo Si had a lot of precious materials at hand, which he had let his entourage, the storm shooter Rantis, attack every once in a while, and peel off the magical beast.

So far, there are almost a hundred complete skeleton structures alone.

In particular, the mechanical Terrasquier Behemoth, made from these skeletons, flesh, internal organs, and glistening oil, is simply a true war machine.

Although the size is not as terrifying as the compleat earth-shaking elephant, its combat power is not weak at all.

In terms of flexibility, speed and near-infinite regeneration, it is unmatched by the earth-shattering elephant.

Now Storm Shooter Rantis is behind the Terrasqui Behemoth's ass.

As soon as it recovers from its near-death coma, the former will immediately appear and press it to the ground with a hammer, cramping and peeling the skin, knocking the bone and sucking the marrow, and so on until it has amassed an army of mechanical behemoths.

Of course, Zuo Si didn't care at all about the tragic status quo of the Terrasqui Behemoth.

All he was thinking about at the moment was how to use the Chaos Demon Dog, which had been dismantled into parts and sealed in a container, Kozf.

Obviously, relying on the current ability of the oil alone, it is certainly unrealistic to compleat it.

Maybe you can try it when the oil that fuses divine power and divine blood in Zaryel's body is finished.

In this way, the two walked one after the other along the noisy streets and markets of Ascatra all the way to the docklands.

Since this is the headquarters of the Shadow Thieves Guild, and it is also the most strange and dangerous place, Fei De immediately became cautious and wary upon arrival, and was even reluctant to speak, for fear of being identified by the thieves scattered all over the streets.

After crossing the tall building of the Shadow Thieves Guild headquarters, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Where are you taking me?" ”

"A place where you can know the truth. Don't ask so much, just follow me. ”

Zuo Si blinked mysteriously and walked straight towards the building opposite the "Gift of the Sea" tavern.

I don't know if it's because of some bad taste, but he finds that he seems to like being a "riddler" more and more.

Often only half of the conversation, or reveal a small amount of plausible information, and then let the other person guess for themselves.

It's so interesting to watch someone jump to their feet in a hurry and have nothing to do.

Zuo Si also felt that with his current bad character, if he lost all his abilities and returned to his original world to be an ordinary person, he was afraid that he would be killed in minutes.

Fortunately!

Growing up in the Shadow Thieves' Guild, Feder knows how to restrain his curiosity in case he gets killed.

She didn't ask, but silently followed the other party to the door of a mansion.

I saw Zuo Si step forward and say something to a man who seemed to be a guard at the door, the latter's eyes widened instantly, and a shocked and unbelievable expression suddenly appeared on his whole face uncontrollably.

As an observant assassin, Feder could clearly sense that for a split second, the guy's hand was pressed against the hilt of his sword, as if he wanted to make an attack or something.

But in less than a second, he stopped all movements, and stood motionless with a blank gaze.

"Let's go, we can go in now."

Zuo Si turned around and beckoned like a nobody.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be seen as an intruder as soon as I walk through the door. ”

Fidel could tell that the poor doorman had been seduced and controlled by some kind of psychic magic.

"Don't worry, even if I'm treated as an intruder, I'll be able to handle everything easily. What's more, we're not here to make trouble this time, but to make a deal. ”

With that, Zuo Si pushed open the closed door and walked in.

The Demon Elven Assassin visibly hesitated, but followed closely.

However, instead of closing the door, she pulled the latch to the rear, so that when she turned to run away, she could rush out of the house as soon as possible.

Fidel's caution proved to be necessary.

No sooner had they entered the spacious hall than several heavily armed men emerged from the darkness, some with swords in hand, some with bowstrings drawn, and some with arcane magic flashing on their fingertips, clearly unwelcoming the two intruders.

The man at the head asked in a very stern tone, "Who are you?" Why force our turf? What organizations and forces have you been instructed to do? Also, what happened to the people you were guarding at the door? ”

Faced with this menacing look, Zuo Si immediately made a gesture of calm and calm, and responded bluntly: "Regarding the harpist at the door, you don't have to worry, he is just temporarily controlled by magic."

As for who I am and what purpose I am, you are not worthy to know.

If I'm not mistaken, Yin Erminster should be in this base right now, right?

Go and tell him to come out to me. ”

"Damn! This guy is here for Yinerminster! ”

An elf armed with a bow and arrow's face changed drastically, and he did not hesitate to shoot the arrow in his hand.

Sou!

With the sound of breaking air, the sharp enchanted arrow flew straight towards Zuo Si's front door.

From the flash of green glow, it is not difficult to tell that this is either a strong acid arrow or a quenched poison arrow.

As high-ranking members of the Harpist League, they have the support of the entire Church of Goddess of Magic behind them, so they are not at all short in magical equipment like ordinary adventurers.

Quite the opposite!

Even the lowliests carry at least one or two magical items worth thousands of gold coins.

That's why they can always beat the strong with the weak and the more with less.

But unfortunately, the threat of such a thing as missing an arrow to Zuo Si can be said to be negligible.

He didn't even use any magic, but directly relied on the reaction speed brought by the super high agility attribute to grab the arrow in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, the sharp tip of the arrow was less than a centimeter from the right eyeball.

As long as you slow down a little bit, maybe the arrow will already be inserted directly into the brain along the eye socket.

From this alone, it is not difficult to see that the class level of the archer will definitely not be lower than lv14, and the bow used is at least a high-grade product with enchantment level +3.

Otherwise, even the deflected force field that surrounds the body will not be able to penetrate it.

Zuo Si threw the enchanted arrow on the ground like garbage, and swept over the fellows wearing the badge of the harpist master with a cold look.

"For the sake of Yin Erminster's face, I forgive you for this offense. But if there is a next time, I guarantee that everyone who does it will die a terrible death. ”

"You're threatening us?"

A human male wearing enchanted armor suddenly became very angry and displayed unusual aggression.

Another half-elf woman next to him grabbed his arm and reminded, "Calm down! Gafrey! He seems to know Yin Erminster! And didn't you see that he caught the arrow that Orvis shot with his bare hands? ”

"So what? We are harpists! Represents justice! If you're scared, stay here, don't move! I'm not afraid of anything! For justice will prevail! ”

As he spoke, the man known as "Gevery" drew his sword and rushed forward like an enraged bull.

And his move also made the other harpists have to take an offensive stance.

But just as the two mages began to chant incantations, they suddenly felt that the energy they had gathered with great difficulty had become extremely chaotic and unstable under the control of some invisible force.

Before they could react to what had happened, a terrible explosion struck.

Rumble!

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Accompanied by a dazzling blue firelight, terrifying energy gushed out from the magic net, quickly sweeping over a radius of more than ten or twenty meters.

Although the power was not great, it also caused several people to be seriously injured in an instant, flying out two or three meters away, hitting the wall or ceiling, and then squirting black and red plasma from their mouths with a wow.

There were also some unlucky ones with large scorched black skin on their faces and hands.

As for Gavrey, who rushed forward, he was first knocked to the ground by a stumbling slap of Bigbai, followed by a foot that stomped on his right hand, making a cacha sound of broken bones.

"Ahhhh

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The pain was so severe that the man couldn't help but scream, and he could no longer keep his grip.

"Do you know what kind of person I hate the most?"

Zuo Si tugged at the collar and dragged the brainless idiot from the ground, and picked up the arm wearing the [Iron Fist of the Tyrant].

"You...... You can't kill me! Otherwise, Yin Erminster will not let you go! ”

In the face of the threat of death, Gevery, who was brave just now, finally showed his cowardly side.

"Hehe, you seem to have made a mistake. Between me and Yin Erminster, I'm not the weakling. And then there's the idiot I hate the most. ”

As he spoke, the muscles of Zuo Si's entire arm began to tense, and magical energy and oxygen quickly poured into the cells, and in the blink of an eye, he accumulated terrifying power.

It may have been the sound of a magical explosion that had alarmed the second floor, and Yin Erminster and a few others finally appeared at the top of the stairs.

Seeing the chaotic scene around him, he immediately shouted loudly at the top of his voice: "Wait! Stop and listen to me! It's a misunderstanding! They didn't recognize you......"

Before the other party could finish speaking, Zuo Si threw this punch.

Moment!

An afterimage flashed that was barely catchable with the naked eye.

Immediately after that, Gaffrey's whole person flew backwards like a cannonball, and his head exploded in mid-air as if it had been squeezed by an external force.

Pink plasma and white brains splattered everywhere, and even a lot of them were sprinkled on Yin Erminster's body and face.

Finally, the headless corpse passed by him, slamming into the white marble wall with a thud, turning into a puddle of meat sauce that could not be distinguished from a human form.

There is no doubt that this blow has no skill to speak of, and it is the purest and most brutal violence.

With Zuo Si's current strength attributes, plus the effect of all attacks brought by [Tyrant's Iron Fist] automatically reaching the maximum limit.

Not to mention a mere human being, even if a giant comes, it is estimated that he will die on the spot if he takes a punch.

In the same way, he realized why Bane, the god of tyranny, was so fond of beating people with an iron fist.

Unlike using magic to bombard a target or slashing the opponent to pieces with a sword, this type of attack can arouse a subconscious desire for violence and catharsis.

To put it more simply, it is more refreshing and can bring strong stimulation to the senses.

Casting a cleaning spell to clean up the blood and minced flesh stained on the gloves, Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be embarrassed and responded, "Sorry, you said it too late.

And I've made it clear before, but if an idiot still wants to die on his own, there's no way around it.

In addition, a guy like this who can't tell the difference between the situation and dies early is not a good thing for the Harpists League.

Otherwise, if you mess with someone who shouldn't be messed with, I'm afraid that the harpists in this secret base will be buried with you.

After all, there are not many people in the world who are as reasonable and have clear grievances as me.

As a final reminder, you'd better make more portraits of me and my important men, and tell everyone in the Harpists League who I am, to prevent this from happening again. ”

"You...... You ......"

Yin Erminster trembled with anger, but he didn't know what to say.

After all, this conflict was indeed the harpist's hand first, and then the other side was "forced" to fight back in self-defense.

Especially Gavrey, who was beaten into meat sauce, he could sense from the first day he saw this guy that there was something wrong with his psychology and acting style.

But considering that the other party has worked hard in Amsin for so many years, and there is no credit and hard work, so he did not point it out immediately.

But who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Gavery would be killed by his arrogant, arrogant, and always believing that he represented justice.

What made Yin Erminster even more anxious was that people like Gavrey's in the League of Harpers were not the exception, but a common phenomenon.

Maybe it's not a big problem when dealing with the Santarin Society, and the other party is not a good person anyway, so it's nothing to be a little more intense.

But now when dealing with Zuo Si, these reckless and impulsive members are obviously more like unstable bombs.

Not only does it not pose a threat to the other party, but it may make the reputation of the harpists, who are already in the area of Am, Tessel, and Carlin Shirt, even more infamous among the people.

You must know that the most important reason why harpists can be invincible in the Northland is that they have been recognized by the general public, and they feel that they are an organization that represents goodness and justice.

When times of difficulty, many civilians are willing to help.

"Yin Erminster! Who is he? ”

The elven archer, known as Orvis, struggled to get up from the ground, his face full of horror.

It was the first time he had ever seen someone dare to smash a master harpist into meat sauce with his fists in front of the Great Sage of the Valley of Shadows.

The terrifying power displayed in that moment even made him think that this intruder must have been transformed by a dragon or some other giant magical creature.

"He is Thorth, the only chosen one of the new Goddess of Magic, and the new enemy I mentioned to you earlier." Yin Erminster replied with a gloomy face.

"What? He's Soth! ”

Ovis suddenly enlarged, followed by a sudden memory of something, and continued to ask, "How could he know about our secret base in Askatra?" ”

"I think it's better to ask him that question."

As he spoke, Yin Erminster set his eyes on Zuo Si.

The latter smiled quietly and asked, "You don't really think this place is very secret, do you?"

To tell you the truth, I know all of the harpist's strongholds and members throughout the West Coast.

There are even a lot of harpist members who are my people.

It's just that for the sake of the goddess's face, she didn't take any action before.

Not only you, but also the dark intelligence network of the Santarin. ”

"It can't be! Every harpist has to go through the test again and again! They have the strongest will, and they will never rebel, and even if they are temporarily controlled by magic, they will be quickly discovered. Orvis roared in an excited tone.

But Zuo Si didn't pay attention to this elf at all, but stared at Yin Erminster with a smile.

Yin Erminster's face was silent for a moment, and then he quickly spoke: "No, as a traveling mage, he does have this ability. ”

As these words came out, all the harpists present who were still alive opened their mouths one after another, a little unable to believe the fact that their ears were hearing.

As an organization united entirely by lofty ideals, they could not believe that they had companions around them who could be spies planted by the enemy.

You must know that you will not get any benefit from becoming a harpist, but you will often have to perform all kinds of dangerous tasks, and if you don't do well, you will have to pay for yourself.

If it is from the point of view of profit, no one will want to become a harpist at all.

Therefore, when the beautiful bubble of ideals is punctured, everyone inevitably has a fear of the collapse of faith.

Yin Erminster clearly sensed the mental state of the harpists around him, and sighed helplessly: "Alas, Soth, let's make a deal." What am I going to do to get you to get all the spies in the Harper's League out of the league? ”

"If I'm not mistaken, you're planning to repel Vozzor Chamberry's army before I send in my troops, so that I don't have a legitimate excuse to annex this area, right?" Zuo Si stared into the other party's eyes and asked.

He knew very well that the old man in front of him was so smart that he would never adopt a strategy of confrontation head-on, but would try every means to make himself lose the legitimacy of his expansion.

As long as this is done, then the other side will win in this political game.

In particular, defeating the seemingly formidable army of Santil Fort was actually not as difficult as outsiders imagined.

Because in the magical land of the Faren Continent, good and evil, order and chaos are always in a dynamic balance.

This also means that there are as many evil forces as there are equal good forces.

For example, a small village standing in a remote mountainous area that has never been invaded by monsters and beasts may be silently guarded by a kind metal dragon nearby.

Any evil force that wants to reach in must first find a way to kill the metal dragon.

There are also small towns where a retired adventurer with class level lv13 or higher may live.

On weekdays, they live and work like ordinary people, and there is nothing strange about it.

But once the town is invaded from outside, the invaders soon find themselves provoking the wrong people.

Even the most ordinary warriors, when the class level exceeds lv13, can single-handedly slaughter a group of gnolls or orcs, not to mention those with spellcasting abilities.

Therefore, it is foreseeable that after taking so many towns and villages, Fourzor Chamberbury must have secretly gathered a large number of enemies now, among which there may be several metal dragons in the good camp alone.

What is lacking now is a person who has enough prestige to bring them together.

And the founder of the Harpists League, Yin Erminster, who has countless allies, happens to be such a perfect candidate.

As long as he stood up and waved his arms, he would be able to muster enough men in no time, and he would not even have to wait for Baldur's Gate to send troops to drive Vozzor Chamberbury into the sea.

"You're going to let me stop this operation in exchange?" Yin Erminster narrowed his eyes and cautiously probed.

He didn't feel any surprise at all that Zuo Si could perceive his intentions, but he felt heartache when he felt that such a good plan had finally gone down the drain.

Zuo Si smiled and nodded: "That's right, you guessed right." As long as you and the Harpist Alliance don't make any moves in this incident, then once I'm done integrating the region, I'll remove all the spies that have been planted within the Harper. ”

"How do we know you're going to keep your promise afterwards?"

Another woman wearing a harpist's master pin looked up and questioned.

"We can sign a deed as a guarantee. I'm sure you've all heard of the devil's contract, right? ”

Zuo Si raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and instantly made a parchment scroll out of thin air that smelled of sulfur and was full of small characters.

But before the human woman could stretch out her hand to take the scroll, Yin Erminster stepped forward and interrupted: "No need to sign a contract, I believe you will fulfill your promise." ”

"So you agreed?"

Zuo Si appeared with a victor's smile.

Because no matter what choice the other party makes, he wins this game.

If the original plan had been carried out, the idealism that had sustained the Harpists League would fade and eventually evolve into an internally chaotic and power-hungry organization.

If he chooses to give up, Zuo Si will be able to abandon the interference of the Harpist's alliance and advance his plan in an orderly manner.

"Ahh I agreed. I can't believe you're going to force me to make a choice in this way. ”

Yin Erminster took out his pipe, stuffed a large amount of tobacco into it, and then lit it and took a deep puff, trying to calm the violent fluctuations in his heart in this way.

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Because I know you too well."

As an idealist and a perfectionist, you will always choose to save the former when there is a conflict between the ideal and the reality.

Because in your cognition and values, ideals, beliefs, and the like are far higher than life.

And I'm the polar opposite of you.

I think that reality is higher than ideals, the future is too far away, it is not worth spending too much time and energy, and grasping the present is the most important thing.

As for ideals and beliefs, although they are great and can give people spiritual guidance, they are far less important to most ordinary people than bread and sausages on a plate. ”

"So you despise ideals?"

Yin Erminster subconsciously frowned.

Zuo Si shook his head lightly and corrected: "No, I respect the ideal, but I don't want it to drift too high and too far and become an unrealistic fantasy."

In addition, it seems to me that most idealists are flawed in character and thinking, and they are very flawed.

And this flaw itself is the most fatal weakness?

?

Only a handful of mature idealists who understand the importance of reality are qualified to change the world.

Your choice, and the reaction of the senior members of the Harpists League, just proves that you are immature, and even a little naïve.

In the past, the main reason why you were able to achieve successive victories against organizations such as the Santarim Society and the Worship of the Dragons was that the enemies you faced were too low-level.

But from now on, I promise you that you will continue to be forced to make choices between ideals and realities.

I'm not going to destroy your flesh, because it's too simple and boring.

Of course, if you don't seek death yourself.

What I want to destroy is the spirit, the ideals, the beliefs, and make every harpist think from the bottom of his heart that what he has done before is wrong.

You do not represent either goodness or justice, and the theory of maintaining balance through interference is ridiculous to the extreme.

The Harpists' League may have good intentions, but the cruel thing in the world is that many self-righteous good intentions turn into a disaster.

The Plague of Dawn, perpetrated by Loshanda, the Lord of the Dawn, is a living example. ”

Undoubtedly, these words deeply pierced the nerve of every harpist league present, even the most sensitive nerve of Yin Erminster.

Many of them looked at each other with anger or horror in their eyes.

Because for idealists, death is not terrible, what is terrible is that everything that one's ideals and beliefs are destroyed by reality......