Although he was a revered Seven Sages of the Plasma Regiment, Simla was not a living immortal, and of course he couldn't have chanted some incantation at the elves in the factory and then let them blow themselves up en masse.

Even if there is a similar method, this will be discovered by N who can listen to the Pokémon's heart, and in that case, all the action arrangements will be completely meaningless.

Despite this, this old fox knows how to change the environment around the target little by little, knows how to quietly fuel the emotions of the people involved in the incident, and knows how to use interests and prejudices to intensify the contradictions to the point that they cannot be reconciled - through "propaganda", the final direction of the event becomes in line with the mind.

After taking off the ornate robes of the Seven Sages, lies are Smra's most powerful weapon.

The followers of the Order who support him in the rear will endorse and vouch for his different identities, so with just a few different outfits, Smra can change his various identities like the Changelings and Zoroac, and move through the city of Lichong without hindrance.

No one would have thought that an old man who could walk and pant could be a conspirator with a fake identity, and Smura was able to move between the café, the Lichong power plant, and the police station in such a grand manner, his identity was always unremarkable, but he was able to get closer to his target in the shortest possible time.

Long before N confirmed his itinerary, Simra had already infiltrated the city of Liyong many times, and met the depressed Arno in a café. He lied that he was the editor of the publishing house and could assist her in publishing the Pokémon Release Guide - in fact he did make good on his promise that it would not be too easy to print a few batches of books with plasma resources.

In the midst of a subtle conversation, Smura tried to rekindle the engineer's displeasure with the plant manager, but to no avail.

This former extreme elven conservationist fell into a state of death after the accident, and although he is still active in social networks, he no longer has the heart to oppose William in the real power plant.

But by this time Smra had already achieved his goal.

Before N arrives in Nichung City, Simra changes into a serious suit and deliberately chats with strangers in front of the grass where wild Pokémon gather near the factory, pretending to confide in her identity as an "alliance official", and then enters the factory under the guise of "visiting friends".

The so-called friend, of course, refers to Arno, who recently happened to be transferred to the biopower area to overhaul equipment, and Simra took the opportunity to get up close and personal with the group of small magnets and lightning balls.

To his surprise, the factory did not strictly restrict the freedom of these Pokémon during non-working hours, and he found the opportunity to be alone with these elves very easily, in fact, their treatment was far from bad, and these crushed Pokémon did not even feel that the daily routine of self-detonation was a chore.

But Smura's talent for "propaganda" also plays a role in the face of Pokémon - according to Arno's past leaks at Order gatherings, the biggest danger of spontaneous bursts is that they blur the elves' numbness to the power of their moves.

In this regard, Smola skillfully implanted in the minds of these elves the suggestion that "protests can improve treatment". Looking at the thoughtful nodding of these spherical elves, the wise man couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart.

The explosion of the power plant is actually inevitable, and as long as William insists on making a profit in this way, those ignorant elves will one day go down the road of self-destruction - they are better cared for while working in the factory, and if these elves are released back into the wild after decades due to old age and lack of power, the self-detonation reaction that has been carved into the instinct will also kill them.

I just brought the inevitable tragedy forward a little earlier.

Simra is not afraid that these elves will expose their actions to N through their voices, because as long as their actions are carried out, these Pokémon will not have the life to pass on their hearts.

"I should have stopped at that time, there is no need to take such a big risk to frame the Alliance, I really shouldn't have taken Quarchis's advice......"

The old man who fled in front of the little flame monkey was a little regretful.

All plans had gone smoothly, and when the explosion roared, Smra even negotiated the publication of the book with Arno in the café where they first met, inadvertently creating an alibi for the woman.

He still remembered the female engineer's face changing several times in a split second after the news was released—first expressionless with shock, then with her mouth wide open in relief, and finally tears in the corners of her eyes.

Smra wanted to continue to ask Arno for the inside story, but when he answered the phone, he became silent, fidgeted for a while, and hurriedly got up to take his leave, and has not been seen since.

After the explosion, through the report of the ninja trio who were secretly accompanying N, the old man learned that N had been exposed to the case as scheduled. The followers also cleverly diverted the elven colony that N was about to visit, creating a disappearance and pointing the suspicion at the Lichong power plant itself, which Smra did not deny, because whatever the truth was revealed, the core of the problem would always be the irreconcilable contradiction between humans and elves. The tragic death of dozens of Pokémon is enough to sound a wake-up call for the good-natured young king.

The only variable is that N always has a young girl with her, but the black-haired girl doesn't look smart and doesn't look like a brain-type person who can see through the layout, so she doesn't need to care.

If Smola had left at this time, no one would have noticed his presence, even if someone could turn Liyong City upside down.

What really went wrong was the follow-up action - although N lived up to expectations and doubted the Alliance, the Seven Sages seemed to have underestimated the determination and action of their own king, and he actually planned to gather the Pokémon in the wild to attack the city!

As Smola struggled over whether or not to stand idly by, Quitch called and ordered him to make sure that the march, which N had personally led, was a catastrophe that would be remembered in the history of the United Nations.

"If you make a big deal out of it, the information loopholes left behind may be exposed, right?" Smola subconsciously questioned that he did not doubt his "propaganda" ability, but if he changed his plans in this way, the closing of the incident would undoubtedly become troublesome.

In today's rampant situation of plasma regiments, just an operation to storm the police station is actually not too eye-catching, and the eyeliner planted by the order within the alliance can even help cover it up.

But if the scale of the march is expanded to the extent that Quitch demands, the Lichong Police Department will most likely simply give up resistance and allow or even assist N in investigating the truth about the bombing, and if only a frivolous suicide conclusion is found, the march will become a complete farce - which will hit the reputation of the king and even the Order as a whole!

To this, Quiges's response was-

"In this world, truth and lies are actually ambiguous, you only need to provide more than one possibility, and the majority of the people will choose their own truth according to their preferences. Simra, as the head of ideological promotion among our Seven Sages, you can't even understand such a simple truth, do you? ”

The cloudy words hint at a simple fact, which is the trick of all sophisticated criminals – perjury.

Perhaps the operation to lead the explosion of the factory went too smoothly, and after understanding the trick of his old friend, Smra did not think long before agreeing to the plan.

As with all the old man's plans, these seemingly impossible large-scale operations were surprisingly easy to carry out – the unprecedented march required only two things, the scale and the name, and therefore only two things to do.

The dark trinity around N, who had been waiting, began to act separately in order to expand the situation. They gathered the Pokémon scattered all over the place that were hostile to humans and hoarded them all over the city, ready to release them together when N led the elves of the industrial area into the city - this could not be left to the ordinary cultists, because then N might know the mastermind behind the incident through his voice, and only those three ninjas could leave no trace.

As for himself, he needs to put on a police uniform, pretend to be a retired police officer from out of town, and casually pass by the evidence office in the Lichong police station and stuff a fake investigation report into it.

Stealing a piece of evidence from a police station is hard to do, but stuffing a new one into it is a breeze.

- Before meeting the little flame monkey and Bogaman, Smura had thought so.