Although Sennheiser strongly invited the three of them to live in the academy, Russell refused. He did not want the newspaper to be published in a few days that the neighboring envoy died in an accident. The dean of the Flange Academy expressed his condolences.

There are a bunch of magicians living there. Putting aside the unnecessary students, those teachers who can teach by themselves are still two tricks, and they are afraid that they who know the real purpose will directly destroy themselves without knowing each other and cannot return to the Principality of Bema.

"Hey, you're very strange. Since you came into contact with that monster in the Bell Tower, you have stopped smoking and drinking. That guy is indeed very creepy. He has made some saliva and something like that on my hand. It's such a color... How many days have you been rinsing your mouth?"

Defney crossed her legs, her face full of disgust, and the file that grinded her nails, she tried a little harder, quite annoyed.

"I need to think about what to do next when I am more awake."

Russell's elbows on both arms were pressed against his knees, his fingers were tying down his head, and he was combing the next action.

"What else can I do? If there is no progress, I have to go back and treat it as a public tour. At least the scenery of França Island is quite good."

After grinding his nails, Defney turned her palms over and over again, quite satisfied.

"It is true for you, because you are not a big man, but just a small person who is dispensable. If the Foreign Minister wants to, any person who is smart enough to speak can take your place."

Russell explained indifferently.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"

Defney rolled her eyes, picked up a piece of pastry on the plate and chewed it in her mouth.

"And I am different. This is the last test. Solving technical problems alone is not enough to be recognized. More needs are power-based methods. This time, it is to test whether I have the qualifications to become... the former prime minister."

Russell's expressionless face seemed to be nothing important.

"Ahem..." Defney almost choked to death, and hit her chest a few times with her hand, finally eased up. She asked in disbelief: "Prime Minister in the Former Republic? Are you kidding? That position... it is indeed empty now. In this way, wouldn't the Duke all listen to you? You are willing to tell me about such a big thing?"

Defney smiled happily, poked Russell's shoulder with her elbow, and said gently: "Did I finally touch you after so much effort? We are already friends, right?"

Russell's eyes flashed, and he said something against his will: "Yes."

If this mission fails, I will kill everyone on the airship and save myself some face based on the reason why others make mistakes.

If it succeeds, then these people don’t have to die. It is a foregone conclusion that they will become the former Prime Minister.

Now I need strength, I need this strength to defeat other apostles and win in this game of mainland hegemony.

The power of an individual is always limited. If you want to win by relying solely on the power you are granted, it is completely delusional. It is best to rule this continent, dominate all life, and defeat all other apostles with overwhelming power. This is the best way.

Although Defne didn't believe Russell's words, she still tried to communicate and sat directly on the table in front of Russell. The scenery hidden under her skirt completely caught Russell's eyes.

"You seem to say that everyone in this world is born a blank piece of paper, and there are no natural good people or bad people. They form self and superego just because of different growth environments. So what is your growth environment? Textile factories? Assassination troops? Good environment gives birth to good people, bad environment gives birth to bad people, and you are not like both. People who are cold all day long must have grown up like that... How to say it? Boring and boring environments are always step by step, right?"

Defney reached out to grab a piece of pastry and wanted to feed it into Russell's mouth, but Russell just leaned back and said calmly: "Do you really want to know what kind of world it is? I'm in a good mood now, so I can tell you reluctantly."

Russell has already conceived and completed his plan in his mind. There are too many unknown factors in terms of goblins, and the core character Finger is gone. Insufficient conditions lead to the inability to solve the problem perfectly.

I heard from Defney and the others that the Bell Tower monster seemed to know about the Goblin that day, but Russell did not place all his hopes on it, because that person was most likely an apostle, and he also learned the inside story of the matter. There were too many hidden dangers. You can start from this aspect and investigate it. If it was fruitless, then implement Plan B.

The key point is not on the goblins. The key point that the emperor of the Principality wants is on provoking disputes and disputes. It doesn’t matter what goblins, pagans, blasphemers, wizards and witches vampires are like, this is the key point. Goblins are not the key, disputes and disputes are the key. It’s like two ways to prove the answer. The ultimate meaning of the problem is not the solution, but the answer.

"Of course, I'm very curious."

Defne couldn't wait to say that because she had been with Russell for so long, she knew nothing about him except his name and appearance and strange temper.

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At the adventurer's market, the roads are covered with red bricks, and there are prop shops on both sides of the streets and alleys. Beautiful birds that cannot be named can be stopped on the spire-like buildings. Various species with different costumes are crowded and noisy, and they are intersecting at various intersections of the town.

Digu and Marianna also squeezed into it and threw themselves into the fun.

"Is there a potion that can also help people recover magic essence in the demon-breaking barrier?"

Digu had inquired about the maritime prison and knew that there was a demon-breaking barrier inside. He had already conceived all the processes. Although he said he was shooting directly, he was just talking. If this problem could be solved in the end, then this journey of escape would be extremely smooth.

"Of course, why do you ask this? Can you still do magic?"

Mariana really doesn't understand Digu's brain circuit.

"Hihehe... I do know a magic trick, but it's useless. I have other uses. How many gold coins do you have? I'm talking about your whole body."

Digu asked.

"I haven't used the gold coins that my mother secretly transferred to me over the years. There are about 900 coins left. To my family, this money is nothing."

Mariana said calmly.

"It's very good... It's very good... I want you to replace all these gold coins with the top magic recovery potion, ah... Just thinking about that scene, I'm about to suffocate... giggle..."

Digu's sharp laughter was extremely unpleasant, as harsh as a mouse grinding its teeth.

"What do you want to do so many magic rehabilitation potions? Wait... I seem to understand." Even with Mariana's mind now, she felt a little shocked and replied in disbelief: "You want...you want to cause a prison riot? Oh my God, do you know who is there? Notorious political prisoner, incredible death penalty adventurer, heresy leader of the remnant party or gang leader, you are going to... mess up the entire Nord Kingdom."

"You are so smart... You are very talented. Even if you return to your family now, you will not be recognized and cannot pose a threat to your father's other children. Therefore, you need a strong enough appearance, a suffocating identity, such as... the Liberator of the Sea Prison, the Shackle Crusher, what is this name? Of course, this cannot be said in public. You just need to whisper in other people's ears. Your connections will make those guys tremble with fear."

Digu said this, in a plain tone, like saying less sugar in the bread.

Although Mariana had known for a long time that Digu was completely a lunatic,... this was a bit too crazy.

"But how do you transport it in? As I am, it is no problem to visit someone, but you must not bring anything in. There will definitely be extremely strict inspections."

"I know, of course I know, I have met Eva before I came up with this plan."

"You went to meet Eva? Why didn't I know?"

"Of course I have my reasons, and I don't need to report to you. Eva... She sympathizes with me and pitys me. It's the same now. Unfortunately, she is about to change her mind. I promised her to hide until the messenger's visit ends, but... I will use her, and I will transport these things in under her name."

"Dig... You are not a goblin at all. It is impossible to grow someone like you in those jungle caves. Where did you grow up in Terraria?"

“To be precise, it’s not Terraria.”

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Russell: "There are magnificent epics and countless great men. It is undoubtedly a great masterpiece. Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, there are flaws. No matter how great the literary works are, there are also annoying chapters. Because of the times, this world is a bad work of art and a bad work of a painter who is not as good as a painter."

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Digu: "This is an era that has been abandoned by history. The goals are slim and there is no place to be ashamed. There is no world war to experience, and no economic panic can be depressed. People's war is at best a battle of the soul, and people's biggest panic is their own lives."

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Russell: "In a mediocre age, there is no turmoil or change to prove one's outstanding talents, lack of spiritual leadership and lose the motivation for soul conversion."

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Digu: "People are faithfully playing their social roles and numbly fulfilling their social responsibilities. In such a world, people are unconsciously restricted, their clothes are defined by the outside world, and their talents are forgotten for survival."

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Russell: "People's potential is wasted, just work as waiters, receptionists, tie-fitting, advertising seduces people to buy cars and mobile phones, so they work hard to buy a garbage that creatures don't need at all."

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Digu: "In the past, people relied on pornographic pictures to find stimulation, but now they look at product catalogs, consumer culture, humans are not humans, but just by-products of consumer culture. There is no such thing as biology. There is only evolution, and humans evolved from biological to consumer."

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Russell: "People think about advertising products, not homicides and poverty issues. They only care about celebrity magazines, TV shows on five hundred channels, hair growth, Viagra, weight loss pills, pigs for feed, and humans for products. I understand them and pity them. Is there anything more powerful motivation than sinking?"

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Digu: "Enserted, enslaved by unwanted imaginary objects, this is a pathetic world built on fantasy."

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Russell: "Use drugs to synthesize emotions, use advertisements to engage in psychological warfare, and use education to change thinking."

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Digu: "Brainwashing with media, and creating a controllable bubble with social networks."

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Russell: "We turned off the truth, took out the battery, lived in the trademark home of large companies, jumped up and down in the electronic screen, and hypnotized ourselves into the most absurd dream in human history."

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Digu: "We have to dig deep to see the truth. We have lived in the nonsense kingdom for too long."

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Neither Defne nor Mariana knew what the two were talking about, they just thought they were speaking the language of other species.

All they have is their inner will.

Some people say that people live just to avoid being changed by the world.

This pursuit of weakness...

That's...a coward.

Coward.

People live to change the world. Is there anything else that matters?
Chapter completed!