At night, the brass fortress has become a playground of delights, and every tavern, every casino and every place of customs in the city is crowded with rude soldiers.

They pretended to be the reward they had just received, and with red eyes they shouted for the best drinks and threw a lot of money at the table.

There's no psychological pressure on them to do that, because it's what they deserve.

They have paid with blood and death for the survival of the city, so it is only natural that they should enjoy glory and relaxation on top of this joyful celebration.

Those precious wealth earned by life should be used wisely, so as to live up to the hardships and efforts they have put in to earn wealth, and also to reward themselves with a sense of accomplishment when they have won honors and victories.

Money can't buy everything, but it can cut out most of your worries, and that's what wealth really means.

All the money in the world is only valuable when it is used, and all that is piled up there is a pile of worthless numbers.

Only by understanding this can we understand the meaning of making money.

The frenzy also appealed to the terrified civilians, and after learning that the gnolls had been defeated, the fortress was saved, and that the damned subspace siege would be over tomorrow morning, even the most conservative brass dwarves were relieved to join in the triumphant celebration that swept through the fortress.

The hustle and bustle of pleasure even drowned out the noise that had echoed in the Brass Fortress for years, and the weary High Lord Hadran felt the heartfelt relief and pleasure of his subjects in the throne room.

"Listen, your Majesty, your people are shouting your name, and they call you 'King of Gold, Lord of Generosity, and Master of Wealth.'"

The king's guard, with his helmet, whispered to his majesty:

"Perhaps you should respond to this enthusiasm and leave the throne room and return to your people, who you haven't left for a long time."

"yes, it's been a long time since I've been. Ah, it's been so long, it's like a lifetime ago. ”

Lord Hadland nodded, and as usual, he took his weapon, the relic, called "Gaia's Power", and left the throne hall accompanied by his own guards, but he soon noticed the reveling soldiers in the crowd, and said:

"My general gave the soldiers a holiday? The defense of that fortress."

"The iron-hearted warriors are stationed everywhere, my majesty."

The guard replied in a gentle tone:

"You don't have to worry about the safety of the fortress at all, the gnolls and kobolds and the shameless rat people are afraid of the cold, realistic warriors, their hearts are cold, their thirst is direct, and it is because they live simply enough to keep them going in a troubled world.

Ah, what a lovely bunch of people. ”

"I have a sense that you have something to say, but what about Bannock?"

The High Lord touched his beating heart, the Golden One's foreknowledge of danger seemed to tell him that something bad might happen tonight, and he asked with a frown:

"Where's my general?"

"His Excellency Bannock is personally patrolling the tunnels, Your Majesty, he is the most vigilant sentinel who will defend our kingdom against all dangers."

The guard replied in a gentle voice:

"You don't have to worry at all, just relax and enjoy the victory."

"Hmm"

The High Lord nodded, and after a few seconds, as he took the glass from the enthusiastic people in front of him, he suddenly asked his guard:

"I may be really old, after all, time is not forgiving for a dwarf over a thousand years old, but have I seen you before?"

"You're laughing, Your Majesty, haven't I been guarding you all the time?"

The guard burst out laughing, and said in a tactful tone:

"I have been your most loyal protector from the moment the Brass Fortress was built, have you forgotten? My name is Dutner, Dutena Burnin."

“？”

The High Lord blinked, he drank a glass of wine, and said:

"I don't remember that the brass dwarves had 'Burning Gold' in their last name, and you changed your name yourself?"

"No, that's what I originally called. Actually, 'Burning Gold' is my name, and 'Dutner' is the name I changed for myself, and I always need a name to be called in order to better fit into this world. ”

The dwarven guard, wearing golden armor and a gorgeous cloak, grinned and said:

"I opened my eyes when the first piece of gold was discovered, and I was given consciousness when the strange ore was discovered by the clever halfling, and the dwarves continued to use it for hundreds of years, allowing me to accumulate wisdom rapidly.

It wasn't until I came to a certain point that I realized that I existed.

I have to thank you.

Lord Hadran and your people, it is you who have given me the meaning of my existence, and it is through your company that I have learned of my future and have been truly awakened. ”

Under the High Lord's increasingly puzzled gaze, the faceless guard himself poured him a large glass of wine and pushed the mellow liquid in front of the High Lord in a joyous celebration.

With a hint of apology, he said:

"I'm sorry that you have lost Lady Gaia's favor because of me, and although that is not the main reason, I have tried to reconcile with Him, but He does not want to believe that I am a neutral, perhaps because I am not the first deity to be born from the subspace.

I'll make it up to you.

I swear. ”

"Huh?"

The High Lord became more and more unable to understand the nonsense of his guard, and he said in confusion:

"But isn't Gaia's abandonment of us for fear of being reversely polluted by faith?"

"Well, there's a reason.

But Lady Gaia is a god born of the power of creation, and their form of existence is unique, and their resistance to the filth of faith is far greater than you and other mortals can imagine, not to mention the fact that she has the support of the faith of the Silver Dwarf and the Frost Dwarf, and the fall of the Brass Dwarf alone is not enough to really affect her. ”

Dutna Ranjin took out a pocket watch of sterling silver and looked at the time, and said:

"The reason why Lady Gaia gave up on you, in addition to the fact that you are no longer able to maintain your heart under the influence of wealth and begin to affect her face in turn, is probably to sell me a face by the way of the inevitable cut, so that I can fall into her favor.

No!

This may be a test.

If I declare neutrality, then I should act in response.

Is this an assessment from the old-timers?

Well, from the brave and tired defenders of the world.

Everyone is saying that a time of chaos is coming, and I am honored to play an important role in this, in which the influence of subspace on the physical world will manifest its power in wonderful ways.

Henceforth, the path to divinity will no longer be closed.

If centuries of dwarf trading and wealth hoarding and exchanging could shape me, then the mad and evil creatures could shape something even more terrible in the same way.

For example, the Mother of Midnight who has been wailing, such as the Lord of the Hunt who is about to awaken, and the 'seeds' who have been making waves in the subspace.

The will of the subspace will proclaim the secrets of this faith and the gods to the world through my birth, but be careful

Like the birth of psionic power, it is not the result of simple generosity.

It's time for me to go, Your Majesty.

I should be preparing for my birth day.

Dear Hadlan, drink this wine and I'll make it up to you, then, let's see you later. ”

After saying that, this guy made a "toast" to the Supreme Lord, and the next second, the Supreme Lord, who woke up like a dream, blinked, lowered his head and saw the golden wine in front of him, but there was no one opposite him.

"Where's my guard?"

The Supreme Lord turned his head and shouted to the drunken veteran beside him, and the fellow was stunned for a moment, and said:

"Huh? Your lord, you've been fighting with us for a long time! You're coming from the throne hall alone, so there's no guard! ”

"What did you say!"

Hadland's heart beat faster.

He realized that he had just experienced something strange or what could be called "terrible".

His gaze fell on the golden wine in front of him, and an impulse drove him to drink it, but the High Lord was an ancient man after all, and he immediately suppressed this abnormal impulse.

He carefully picked up the glass, only to find that no matter how much he shook it, it would not spill even a little bit of wine, and it seemed to be waiting for the "destined person" to drink the glass of wine and establish a real connection with a mysterious being.

Hardran tied the glass filled with golden liquid to his belt, and as soon as he pushed away the soldiers beside him who wanted to continue drinking with him, he shouted:

"Burning gold! Throw away all the burning money in your hands! That thing will lead you astray! ”

“？”

The shout made the surrounding group of reveling dwarves look at each other, had their High Lord gone insane? Who would throw away the treasure they worked so hard to earn?

Over the past month or so, all brass dwarves have fully enjoyed the beauty of this thing.

It can be exchanged for money for their pleasure, it can also be used as a weapon to kill the dangerous enemy, it is a symbol of status and status, replacing the meaningless stale bloodline as the best proof of the wealth of the aspirant.

Hadland's supremacy seems less detached in the face of a new system based on wealth that has taken shape in the Brass Fortress and has replaced the old system at an incredible rate.

After all, many people know that the Supreme Lord has spent all his royal coffers in order to hire people to fight, and he is now a poor man on the verge of bankruptcy.

Hey, how do you talk to us rich guys with burning money!

Seeing that none of the dwarves around him did what he asked, Hadran's heart sank to the valley for a moment, and he remembered the conversation between the guy and himself and what sounded incredible.

In the next moment, the High Lord rushed to the throne hall with his hammer on his back, he found the quaint Gaia emblem in the corner of the table, he clutched it and put on his lord's armor, he tried to call the royal guard but then gave up.

No one will respond to him!

How can a qualified worker respond to a poor boss who can't even pay his salary?

So, it's just him.

"Bannock is in the underground tunnels! Everything that bastard did was to make this 'Dutner Burn Gold' born! This time, the gods who will be born in the Black Plague are not only the Lord of the Hunt. No!

The Lord of the Hunt is just a front to attract everyone's attention!

The real goal of Subspace is to allow the self-proclaimed neutral god of wealth to appear in plain sight, so as to completely shatter the original gods and belief systems on the continent. ”

On the way to the ground on the elevator, Lord Hadland's mind was spinning at high speed, and he thought:

"When everyone knows that gods can be molded by mortals, the gods who were once high above will completely fade away from all mystery and reverence, and will even directly impact the foundation of the belief system, and the gods who fought in the subspace, such as Gaia, Sue and Avalon, will inevitably be affected.

Or even worse!

Countless ambitious people will start their 'path to godhood'.

Dutner warned me that this knowledge, like psionic powers, is not a gift of goodwill from the subspace.

When the old system collapses under the impact of new forces, a new era, that era of chaos, will come.

That's what they're for.

They don't want to use the black plague to make the mainland chaotic!

More than that, they want to derail everything, and the brass dwarves are just the first casualty of this crazy era.

No!

We did something wrong, something more terrible than rebelling against Gaia.

He can't be born! ”

"Bang"

The elevator landed on the ground in an instant, and the mechanical door opened outward, and Lord Hadran strode out of it, he was already under the Brass Fortress, and now all he had to do was rush into the pit and kill the madman Bannock

However, what appeared in front of him was a team of iron-hearted warriors.

The dwarves who had long abandoned their faith in favor of battle, slaughter, and riches all turned their heads, their eyes shining with indifference and scrutiny under their helmets, and in the hands of these men, the gold-burning ore shimmered wonderfully.

That's their "holy emblem".

It is the emblem of the god of wealth.

Ah, wealth.

The bold will find wealth, the careful will accumulate wealth, and the cowardly will only waste it.

For the sake of gold, the humble can also slay dragons.

For the sake of gold, the Exalted can also fall overnight.

For the sake of gold, loyalists can also launch backstabs.

Just like now!

The iron-hearted warriors sneered at the sight of the Gaia emblem hanging from Lord Hadland's chest, grabbing their weapons and moving their footsteps as they did against the Gnolls, completely blocking their path to the High Lord's path.

"Ofg is right! I'm supposed to have pinched you all to death when you were born! ”

Hadran roared in rage, grabbed his hammer and slashed at his soldiers, the iron-hearted warriors fearlessly meeting them, not driven them to fight.

Because the god of wealth does not need faith!

He represents the norms of the world's commercial circulation, and unlike the old gods who were born as symbols of nature, and unlike the newborn gods who were shaped by the power of creation, such a wonderful god as the god of wealth is the third generation of gods born after the symbiosis of subspace forces and the material world.

They possess both the symbols of the old gods and the independent will of the new ones, who live by faith but do not die by faith.

As long as the things they represent do not die, they do not disappear.

As long as the things they represent prosper, they will be strong as a result.

The clamor of the battle was quickly noticed by General Bannock, but he was not outraged by it, he was confident in the High Lord he had served all his life.

As the ancient of the dwarves, Lord Hadran has a heart as tough and stubborn as brass.

But what's the use of a last-minute awakening?

Bannock looked at the open subspace crack in front of him and the chaos eggs that were still being born around him, and his face was full of satisfaction and comfort, the god of wealth was about to be born, and he could show great power wherever there was gold.

There was so much burning gold in the Brass Fortress that it would become his holy place.

Look, you've created a god with your own hands!

"Congratulations, Your Excellency General."

Bannock stood alone in front of the ever-opening rift, a unique device in his hand still operating in the invasion of subspace, and a very gentle man's voice came from it, saying:

"You have finally accomplished what no mortal can accomplish, a god will be born under your formation, and I must show you my respect and adoration, and I invite you again. Join us, General, and you will be the brightest star of the world in the twilight of all things. ”

"I refuse!"

Bannock obsessively looked at the flickering light in the gap in the subspace in front of him, and he said like a dream:

"I am not a fellow of the road with you, I never want to destroy this wonderful world, I just want to make it a little more colorful, and my life's dream has reached the end. The wonderful things I have created with my own hands are on the way to awakening, and I have nothing more to ask for. ”

"Well, hats off to the idealists!"

And the voice said:

"But our agreement."

"The Brass Fortress is here, all the defenders have been replaced by believers in the God of Wealth, remember to bring enough gold or wealth, and do with the rest."

Bannock turned and looked at the bloodied High Lord Hadran behind him, and his face changed from the open-mindedness and excitement of the realization of his ideal, to a solemn and gentle one, just as he had shown in the Brass Fortress before.

The general, with his red-tasseled helmet, casually threw away the instrument in his hand and said:

"If you help me to accomplish this wonderful ideal, I wish you all the best in your pursuit of it, and now I, a traitor, will be punished by the Lord, and I deserve all the results.

Farewell, then, Your Excellency the Friar. ”

(End of chapter)