Chapter 257 Conforming the Commitment

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At night, in a building in Joewood District.

Fu returned home in the sparse drizzle, and wiped his hair with a towel while saying to Fors:

"Your letter has been sent."

Forsi said "yes" and secretly guessed when the teacher would be able to reply.

At this time, don't put down the towel and say casually:

"The news will be passed on to Mr. X's gathering, it's the same place as before, Friday night."

Very good, I can tell Mr. "The World"! I don't know how much money I need to pay... Fors's eyes lit up when he heard it.

Before she could ask for details, Xiu had already added:

"Mr. X also gave him a task that was said to be very generous, well, tell him the person who knew he was unlucky."

"A person with abnormal luck?" Fors whispered in confusion, "Is there a problem with this gentleman's brain? Who would reveal the situation around him at such a party? It's easy to find his true identity."

"Who knows? Maybe he is such a lunatic." Xiu didn't know someone with abnormal luck, so he responded with little concern.

Fors thought about it carefully for a while, but still couldn't understand the real purpose of this task. He could only throw it behind his mind and pray to Mr. Fool while he was about to take a shower, and pass on the corresponding information to German Sparo.

...

Klein on the Source Fort received this request. It happened that he had just communicated with the "mercury snake" Will Ansitin, and used the power of the Source Fort and a "time bug" left by Amon before to create a high-level demigod spell.

After hearing Forth's words, he first chose to divine "It's dangerous to assassinate Mr. X". The mid-range rotation of the citrine spirit pendulum clockwise is a certain danger, and it may be acceptable.

Mr. X, Louis Wien himself is an extraordinary person in Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5. There is also the Aurora Society behind him, and it may even be the "angel of fate" Ulolus.

From this point of view, the danger of assassination is even smaller, and the danger only comes from Mr. X himself. It may be because the "Engel of Destiny" is in Silver City at this time and will not provide assistance to Mr. X who is far away in the North Continent, and the real Creator may not care even more.

Such divination results were as expected by him.

He did not reply immediately, but went back to bed.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then sat up by the earth-shaking explosion, losing all sleepiness. Then he opened his eyes until dawn and couldn't sleep well.

Soon, Walter came in and saluted him:

"Sir, there was a huge gas explosion in southern Beckland, and a small-scale earthquake occurred. Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Crane somehow thought of Hayrool who always runs in the sewer, but Hayrool who only has an hour of activity shouldn't be able to run to the south and run back. He sighed and said, "I need a rest."

Walter responded and took Richardson out of the room.

After they left, Klein, who was completely unable to sleep, turned into the appearance of Gelman Sparrow, praying to the "fool":

"...I can take on this task, but whether it is successful or not, I will ask for your bracelet, a stone, and the right to use the magic book for a period of time.

"If you succeed, all the spoils belong to me, you can only take away the target's head.

"If necessary, you have to provide assistance."

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"It seems you've been doing well lately?"

Edward sat down and said to the dark saint beside him: "I brought some coffee beans from the Southern Continent, please make me a cup of coffee."

The Dark Saint sneaked into the real Creator, and saw that He did not express himself, so he bowed slightly: "Okay."

The Dark Saint left, and the two mythical creatures in the room looked at each other.

The real Creator sat upright on the single sofa opposite, without saying a word, and his dissipated spirituality turned into shadow-like wings, layer by layer on top of His shoulders and waist. The brighter the light around him, the darker and darker the direction He is in.

There were more golden parts in His hair, and the eroded black was slowly retreating to the ends.

Edward looked at Him for a moment with interest and said with a smile: "You have indeed gained great benefits from your previous promotion. I can find that you seem to have regained the direction of the 'The Lord who created everything, the God who is omniscient and Almighty', the 'Hangered Man', the omniscient and Almighty', and the 'Imaginator', creating everything. You and Him are exactly the two authority at the core, but you are indeed a more suitable choice in terms of the cornerstone alone."

The real Creator brewed the language: "You, through the 'memory of disaster', washed away my divinity, and allowed me to experience the joys, anger, sorrow and happiness of human beings, and made me reject my divinity and even my divinity itself, in order to curb the original recovery?"

"right."

"But I remember you were not afraid of death, or the 'original' return."

The topics between gods gradually became unsuitable. In the middle, the Dark Saints brought tea and coffee into the house. They kept silent at the same time until the other party left, and then they again isolated the things in the room from the outside world.

"Not minding does not mean that I am willing. pursuing a higher and correct end is our instinct and the meaning of living, but no God stipulates when this time will end, so we can delay it as much as possible."

The end of "correct"... the real creator is thinking about this new concept.

Edward smiled: "Ally, have you been afraid to make me a god because you are not strong enough? Now you have gained the power of the true God and have a higher direction. As a reward, you will no longer have any objections to me becoming a god, right?"

The real creator replied: "Your asking price is a bit cheaper than what I have obtained. Therefore, you must have other gains."

"If you want to make up for the difference..."

"In no mood."

In fact, if you take the symbol of "God" and correspond to "God", such a mysterious connection is good for both of us. When your shadow covers the Eastern Continent, I use your eyes to see something in the southwest of the abandoned land of God that has sensed me. Perhaps... Edward doesn't care: "That's good, I'm not a stingy God."

"What kind of assistance are you going to provide to the Southern Continent?"

Edward naturally changed the topic: "It has been almost half a month since the Bailang Empire was restored and the God of Death declared war on the Northern Continent. The Northern Continent began to organize effective resistance. The Intis colony seemed to finally understand the truth that 'the lips disappeared and the teeth would be cold', and began to provide some limited support to the garrison of Ruen..."

"But they are easy to deal with, and they don't have a firm will to fight. They only need a little bit of gold, spices and silk bribes from the specialties of the South Mainland."

"War below and the business above will do as it goes."

Edward took a sip of his favorite coffee:

"The army of the Bailang Empire is actually not excellent, and it is entirely dependent on the extraordinary people of the Death Church. Seventy percent of the hallucinogenic drugs produced in the Southern Continent were sold to the Northern Continent, and 30 percent were consumed by the Southern Continent. The average lifespan of the people under the squeeze and endless high-pressure labor is less than fifty. It is a dream to expect them to form a slightly better army. Now the demigods of the Northern Continent have joined the battle, and they were dragged down by the garrisons of the two countries. They fought on the Star Plateau of Sibailang for several days, but have not been able to successfully liberate the sixth city."

The real Creator has been preparing for his promotion before and has not learned much about these situations.

Compared to the situation in the Southern Continent, He was more clear about the current situation in Beckland. After the Bayron Empire was initially in power and continued to accept the cities of uprising, the exports to the Southern Continent became smaller and smaller, and many plantations were burned after a round of cotton picking.

A team was specially divided into a team to do this. After burning the plantation, the living zombies and the undead quickly drove the fields back to plant crops. The team carried one or two seals from the "cultivator" pathway, which could immediately use the land.

In this way, the Bailang Empire initially increased the productivity of food and reduced its exports.

The Northern Mainland lost resources and collapsed particularly significantly.

The export volume of cotton has been greatly reduced, and a large number of textile factories have been forced to lay off employees or even go bankrupt. The workers who have lost their jobs have been wandering on the streets and are in a panic all day long, or picked up signs and walked onto the streets, trying to gain some attention for themselves in a parade.

But the government did not pay much attention to this, nor did it have any adjustment methods that could take effect immediately. After the march, the unemployed workers could only return to the East District to compete with the people in the East District for some hard and tiring jobs, or become street girls again in exchange for some food.

The export volume of food has dropped sharply. Although the Church of Death has not yet recovered Dongbailang, they have reached out to Dongbailang's food business merchants. They will receive unknown intimidation and assassination. If the price of food is not reduced and the export is reduced, the bodies of him and their families will be hung in front of the church of the gods they believe in.

"...Oh, have you heard of Javier Reina? I heard that he firmly refused to talk to the Church of Death at that time, and believed that the greedy Church of Death could never be satisfied with changing the governor of a city. As a result, neither the governor nor the companion listened to his advice. A mutiny occurred in Aldera and he died. Oh, now the people in the House of Commons like to use the words "sacrifice" or "faithful country" to praise him as a truly outstanding Rue."

Edward recalled what happened a few months ago with interest, and then contacted the current domestic calls from Ruan. No matter how many times he saw such a scene, he would not feel bored.

"I'm very familiar with this, but I can't remember the name and the person at all."

Precious metals, minerals and spices have also been greatly reduced. Ruon owns iron ore in China and is not very enthusiastic about spices, so he has not suffered much impact. However, Intis, who abuses spices and precious metals, was hit hard. The prices of luxury goods in China soared, and Ruon and other countries in the North China suffered together.

Now, gold prices have soared to three times as much as they were and are in good momentum.

The turbulent economic and social environment has caused the number of unemployed people to increase sharply, and discrimination against people from the Southern Mainland and mixed-race children has become increasingly serious.

And turmoil and panic are a good opportunity for evil gods to develop their faith and absorb their believers.

Due to its cooperation with Ernst Foundation and the Tourist Sect, the Aurora Society has recently been baptized by new members, providing the real Creator with people from all walks of life and mixed-race, including rich businessmen with great status in the Northern Continent.

The increase in channels and a large amount of dedication have allowed Aurora to have sufficient funds to absorb new members. Coupled with the vision of the real Creator becoming a god, Aurora will have a steadfast position in the hidden organization, and will be upgraded from the first cult to the king of the cult king.

“…I can provide some assistance.”

The real Creator said: "I have a responsibility to my believers. The responsibility lies in the detonation of the war as soon as possible and to end the war as soon as possible. Since the war situation in the Southern Continent is in a stalemate, I will definitely help."

"How are you going to help?"

"I'll send Medic over."

"Your aid is great," Edward praised. "At the end, Medic's behavior has been quite interesting recently."

"What?"

"He said that He found something interesting in the sewer. He had fought with someone in the sewer yesterday, lit a fire, and almost sent half of Beckland to heaven."

Edward smiled and took out three wanted cards that had been stamped by the church, and offered a reward for those who entered the sewer the night before yesterday.

There was no portrait, but he drew a vague figure very spiritually, throwing a torch into the sewer in an extremely arrogant posture.

TBC

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After the exam, I feel refreshed all over. I will try to rub another chapter this afternoon.

Great, the squid interview finally has a related situation in the Western Continent. I can write a little about the Western Continent!
Chapter completed!