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"It's actually quite boring, isn't it?"

"I can't say it's boring, after all, that's how the world is."

In front of a small dessert shop on the street, Richard bent down and helped the elderly woman shopkeeper lift up the tables and chairs that had been knocked down by the chaotic crowd one by one, and wiped away the dirt. Edward dug in with a spoon.

The sundae in front of me looked at the people huddled in the distance.

The old lady shopkeeper thanked Richard seriously, and Richard waved her hands repeatedly to indicate that it was nothing, and finally was given a small bag of biscuits as a gift.

He took the biscuits, pulled up a chair and sat next to Edward, and watched the chaotic and grand parade together.

"You know what this reminds me of?"

Edward glanced at his watch again with no interest: "Remember the Highland Kingdom more than a hundred years ago? I remember that at that time you were either busy quarreling or fighting every day, and you often couldn't help but bring the Northern Continent to ransom people.

The agency collapsed."

"Why do you say that!"

Richard spoke righteously:

"As we all know, the 'mummy' culture of our highlands is just like the 'preserved remains' of Bairam. It is a national cultural feature that should be respected. So by turning them into mummies, I actually expressed my most straightforward respect for them.

The highest respect.”

"You have good language skills."

"Ahem, I'm off topic."

Richard untied the bow ribbon carefully tied by the elderly shop owner, opened the delicate and cute little packaging bag, took out a piece of biscuit and put it into his mouth: "I feel that this country, every country, seems to be...

Boiling a pot of water."

"Just like this, if the people can no longer survive, they will go on a march and strike, and the nobles and managers will know that they need to share more money. As long as there is still a mouthful of food to eat, people will not march anymore. This is like boiling water.

, when the water is about to boil, add some cold water, and every time when it is about to boil, add some cold water. Over time, the water knows that as long as it boils, cold water will come down, and those who add cold water also know that as long as they operate it themselves

If it is done well, this pot of water will never boil."

The biscuits were made into cute little bear shapes. Richard ate two pieces, but he didn't want to eat more because of the cuteness.

"So what will happen if the water actually boils? It won't happen. Just change the pot of water."

What a joke, but Richard couldn't help laughing:

"People in this world seem to be heading in the same direction in the end, which is to separate themselves from themselves. Not to mention obtaining divinity, not to mention those ancient things of 'noble blood', it seems that as long as they become extraordinary and have power, even if they are

Even if I can only light a spark that is about the same size as striking a match, I will subconsciously feel proud. As if I am no longer a mortal and above countless others."

"But they also need an anchor. It's really strange. They look down on people and need people at the same time. In the end, they will become this twisted, right?"

Richard wanted to ask, "What does it feel like to kill God?" But then he felt that his question seemed to put "God" on another level. Since it can still be killed, then whether it is God or God,

People and death are all the same.

"By the way, what are you looking at?"

The scuffle in the distance began to simmer. Richard tilted his head, and a stray bullet grazed the edge of his glasses frame and hit the gas lamp post behind him. Edward slowly and leisurely dug out a gap for the sundae in the glass goblet.

Then point with a spoon:

"That person."

Li looked over: "Mr. X from the Aurora Society?"

"Then let's call him that."

Edward stared at Klein's back, not wanting to reach out and grab a handful. Instead, he thought of a new direction to attack the true creator: "Do you know him? What's your evaluation of him?"

Richard recalled it carefully and said very pertinently:

"A nice guy."

"One of my investors introduced him and said that he might be able to cooperate with me. According to the investor's description, she felt that the other person had a good moral standard and could go further. And I happened to see him and a demigod, Amon.

In the battle, he showed human empathy and did not transform other living people into Marionettes because his own life was threatened. Well, his emergency wisdom is not bad. I don't know about the combat skills, but it should be the same.

It won’t be too bad.”

Edward scooped out a piece of cold cream and didn't put it into his mouth immediately:

"The True Creator wants to support him to become a new god. What do you think?"

Richard's eyebrows immediately furrowed, and the expression on his face seemed to be asking why he couldn't help me with such a good thing.

He coughed and analyzed very seriously:

"I think that if he becomes a god with his personality, it might be a good thing for his country. But after all, I don't know him well enough, so I can't be sure if he has other ideas."

As he spoke, Richard glanced at Klein again in the distance. He seemed to be using his extraordinary ability to separate the civilians and police officers who were fighting together. The civilians were now angrily beating a cardboard box and were unconscious.

The police officers wandered away.

Richard's eyebrows wrinkled again.

"Does he have no position? I mean, what kind of person is he? I only know that he is a rich man, and he has the tendency to participate in politics. Then he must choose one between the Conservative Party and the New Party. Or should we say that he actually

Is he a compromise moderate who doesn’t agree with anyone?”

Edward took a sip of lemonade and watched Klein secretly maintain order and prevent the crowd from hurting each other:

"Probably the group that both sides disapprove of. Or maybe his idea is actually quite understandable, but he just doesn't want anyone to get hurt?"

"...Then he shouldn't become a god."

Richard said bluntly:

"He should become a diocesan bishop."

"With his personality and ability, if he doesn't change in the future, I believe he will be able to be a perfect person who cares for children and poor people in his own parish, and at the same time, he can make both the nobles and common people in the parish respect him.

archbishop."

"But if he becomes a god... I can almost imagine the miserable situation in his country where he deceives the top and the bottom, and wants to avoid bloodshed and remains meek."

"Yeah." Edward agreed with most of Richard's views.

"As you said, I think it might be a good thing for his country for him to become a god, but I don't dare to say how good it is. An overly moral god will, to some extent, become a god for the country.

There may be obstacles.”

"Maybe, but we haven't seen that kind of god, have we?"

Richard smiled. He no longer looked at the crowd that was gradually retreating. His gaze paused on the clouds in the distance for a few seconds. He had a premonition and stood up while grabbing a small bag of biscuits: "I heard the sound, let's go first."

step."

"As expected, even though I really hope that Backlund will ascend to heaven where he is, he still can't completely ignore the impending disaster."

Edward didn't respond. He still followed Klein with his eyes, wanting to see what was so special about this kid.

…

"No, there are too many people, and they are in a collective frenzy. I can't let them leave spontaneously!"

Klein squeezed out of the crowd and stood by the wall, watching with lingering fear as the people poured into the West End.

Through various means, Klein saved dozens of people from the hands and feet of these irrational people, but he could not make these people change their direction or regain their rationality. Some of them were instigated by the witch and fell into extreme situations because of the disappearance of their family members.

In their anger, their minds are filled with hatred for the country and the king. Some people are attracted to the unemployed group after being swayed by group emotions on the road and resonating with them.

A large number of people gathered on the street, constantly attracting other people who resonated with the situation. People cannot think in a group. Some people did not know where the team was going, so they shouted slogans and followed the crowd in a daze.

We walked to the West District together.

Silverfield and patrol teams kept coming to stop them, but their weapons and uniforms made the irrational people even more frantic. The casualties continued to increase. Even Klein couldn't take care of every particle in this chaos.

Scattered bullets.

Klein is helpless. He has a way to reverse the direction of the large army. He only needs to cast an illusion spell on the leaders in front. But where should he let them go? Back to his home? To the outskirts of the city? Such a large group of people,

It's dangerous wherever you put it.

"At this time, if you want to bring everyone back to normal as quickly as possible, what is needed is the collective psychological influence of the 'audience', or the 'tranquility' of the Nighthawks... But with so many people, Archbishop Anthony must personally take action.

Bar."

"The crowd has been gathering for more than ten minutes, and the Church of the Night should have reacted..."

Klein was thinking nervously while observing the surrounding situation.

The Jowood District is under the jurisdiction of the Church of Storms, but in terms of secular politics, the Kingdom should be the first to respond. The Church will maintain a relatively detached status. Only when all the Kingdom's control methods fail, will the Church act as a protector?

Postural intervention.

People will also become more talkative at this time, after all, no one wants to fight against eternity after death.

Therefore, many things are complicated for the kingdom and law to deal with, but become simple after the church intervenes.

The parade had entered the edge of Queens and collided head-on with military members who had been prepared for it. Under the strong resistance of extraordinary abilities and weapons, the parade marched forward shouting "Bread!" and "Family!"

The pace finally showed a slight sluggishness.
To be continued...