Of course, this "satisfaction" does not refer to the desire for beauty, indulgence and alcohol in the hearts of mortals, but to see Sambia's behavior that perfectly conforms to the values ​​​​of the devil in hell.

First of all, people here abide by the contract and are good at finding loopholes in the contract, which are the devil's specialty.

Secondly, almost all Sambians like to climb up by any means within the limits allowed by the rules, and are keen on playing tricks and betrayals, and the society is full of various secret societies formed due to interest relationships. It is simply

A replica of the politics of hell.

Finally, the country's business class has an insatiable thirst for money and wealth, which is exactly the same as the devils in hell's thirst for souls.

There is no doubt that Uzziah likes this place and the people here even more.

If he had not cut off the connection with Baator Hell, he would even be unable to help but take out a few pieces of parchment, sign a contract with those humans whose souls exude evil light, and then wait for their death to transform their souls into

His own capable subordinate.

The only regret is that Sembia lacks a leader with absolute power, unparalleled vision and wisdom like Asmodeus, the Lord of Hell.

The current Grand Commander, Odus Yamast, has exhausted all his energy just by being busy fighting with other forces every day. He is simply unable to concentrate the power of the entire country like the Six-person Council of Amn.

Bernard winked at his assistant, who immediately understood, quickly turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him.

When there were only two people left in the room, he couldn't help but ask: "How is it? Are the wealthy merchant families who rule Sergante already wary of the recent plummet in food prices?"<

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Uthea sat down on the chair and responded in a slightly contemptuous tone: "Be alert?

Don't be stupid!

Major families and chambers of commerce are busy taking this opportunity to devour the land and property of bankrupt farmers and small estate owners.

It was too late for them to thank us, so how could they become wary?

Everyone is short-sighted, especially profit-seeking businessmen.

At present, almost the entire upper-class rulers are happily talking about how many loan sharks their family has granted, how much land they have increased, and what more profitable crops they plan to plant next year.

He even laughed at those stupid country bumpkins who only knew how to grow food, thinking that they deserved the collapse in food prices that caused them to go bankrupt."

"So... our backup plan may not be used?"

A trace of undisguised joy flashed in Bernard's eyes.

"Judging from the current situation, it is indeed no longer needed. However, those weapons and equipment can be packed up and prepared to be sold to the rebels in the next stage. Oh, by the way, I also helped you find a few suitable people.

You may consider sending someone to contact them."

As he said this, Uthiah took out a list of seven or eight pages from his pocket.

Under each name, there is its life, experience, preferences, good and evil tendencies.

Some of these people are ambitious leaders of the Thieves Guild;

Some are rebels who have seen through the greedy, shameless, and never-satisfied face of the Sambian ruling class and desire to overthrow it from the bottom of their hearts;

There are also avengers whose families were ruined by businessmen's exploitation and watched helplessly as their lovers, friends, parents and children left them one by one. In the end, they became angry and only wanted to destroy everything and destroy everything.

Although there seems to be no necessary connection between them at first glance.

But they all have one thing in common, that is, they are extremely dissatisfied with the current situation in Sambia, and they also have certain personality charm and leadership skills.

This also means that when food begins to run short and famine sweeps across the country, as long as they receive appropriate funding, everyone can quickly pull together a team and kick off the drama of burying the entire existing regime in Sambia.

Bernard took over the list and checked it over and over again, then picked up a pen and circled a few of the names, saying meaningfully: "Now even the last piece of the puzzle has been put together. The next thing to do is to wait patiently.

, waiting for the planted seeds to begin to take root and sprout."

"Yes! There is half a year between now and March next year. I can have fun with those interesting mortals. Although the master does not allow me to interfere in your affairs, he did not say that I am not allowed to have some fun, no.

?"

When saying these words, Usiah grinned with a devilish smile.

Although he is currently maintaining his human form with the help of magic props, Bernard can't help but feel the hairs all over his body stand up instantly.

For a hell fiend, the so-called "playing" is not as simple as it sounds.

Maybe there will be violent turmoil and civil strife in the entire upper class of Sambia, and it won't be surprising even if some families that seem to be strong now are wiped out.

After all, whether it is the political structure, social environment, or people's way of thinking in this country, the devil can blend in perfectly without even arousing anyone's suspicion.

After a full minute, Bernard broke away from the fear and reminded with a wry smile: "You'd better be careful. Mr. Soss doesn't like too many accidents, and he doesn't want anything to happen to the originally smooth plan.

Mistake."

But Uthea shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion.

What's more, the master has so many things to do now and has no energy to take care of Sambia.

Not to mention anything else, the meeting of the Northland Lords Alliance held in Luskan and the internal conflicts of interest that broke out among the towns after the external threat disappeared were enough to give him a headache.

In addition, there is Ms. Alustriel from Silvermoon City..."

It has to be said that as a familiar who has followed Zuo Si for a long time and has a magic connection and emotional connection, Usiah knows his master quite well.

Although his habitual flattery and flattery often slap the horse on the leg.

At this moment, Luskan, the northernmost city on the west coast of Faerûn, came from Neverwinter City, Waterdeep City, Silvermoon City, Mirabar, Mithril Hall, Longsaddle Town, Red Pine Town, Yatta, and El.

Representatives from Ward and other towns have already gathered in the huge conference room.

Even Marshall, the steward of Dragonspear Castle, came all the way to join in the fun.

In addition, many noble lords who control one or two castles and several small village chiefs also arrived at the scene.

After all, the Northland Lords Alliance is a semi-open organization. As long as you can prove your identity and legal possession of the land under your control, you can apply to join and become a member.

In fact, barons, viscounts, counts and dukes who own one or two castles and several villages are the largest number of members in the Lords Alliance.

However, unlike the "harmonious and friendly" scene expected by Alustriel and Lord Nasir, not long after the meeting began, Bruno, the king of Mithril Hall, took the lead in attacking and quarreled with Mirabar's representatives.

Since the main economic structures of both sides rely on mining, metal smelting, and the forging of weapons and armor, Miraba secretly adopted a series of despicable means in order to attack its competitors.

Generally speaking, more mature leaders will not bring this kind of fight to the table, in case there is no way to end it after a quarrel.

But who is Bruno Warhammer?

He is one of Drizzt's best friends!

The legendary dwarf blacksmith who forged the powerful magical warhammer - the Fang of Aigis!

When we were in Icewind Dale, we successfully crushed the war started by the evil artifact, the Magic Crystal!

Moreover, he also found his former hometown of Mithril Hall through adventure, and personally killed the evil dragon named Shuiying!

Then he abandoned his position as king and drove the flame carriage gifted by Alustriel across half of Faerûn, just to support his friends!

Later, when faced with the roaring Dark Elf army from Menzoberranzan, he fearlessly led his tribe to resist heroically, splitting open the Heavenly Spirit Cap of the old matron of the Baenre family with a sharp ax in his hand!

Will such a dwarf leader honestly sit down and follow the unspoken rules to play those dirty political games?

Stop being ridiculous!

He didn't just pick up the ax and chop the person down first, so he was quite calm and restrained.

With Bruno taking the lead in overturning the table, the remaining town representatives stopped pretending and began to expose each other.

After all, being able to establish a foothold in a place like the Northland, a place full of dangers, where monsters and bandits are rampant, and continue to this day, there are a few people who are really clean.

As a result, the quarrel was quickly replaced by rude verbal abuse and personal attacks. The conference room was ten thousand times noisier than the outdoor market.

Seeing that the situation was starting to get out of control, Alustriel immediately exchanged a look with Lord Nasir, and they both stretched out their feet under the table and lightly kicked Eric.

The latter suddenly woke up from his doze, and then showed an innocent expression on his face, as if to say, what's the point of kicking me? I'm just a puppet without any real power. The only thing I want to do is to stay where I am and enjoy it.

It’s just life.

What's more, when these guys fight, they have nothing to do with Luskan and Nelanthel Islands?

In desperation, Alustriel lowered his voice and explained: "Your Majesty Eric, if you don't stop them, the abuse will soon turn into violence and bloody conflicts.

I believe that Soth would not want to see the Northland Lords Alliance meeting held on his own territory end up with casualties, right?

If it really happened, it would be quite embarrassing."

Instantly!

Eric finally came to his senses, stood up suddenly, swung his fist and hit the table hard.

Bang!

Accompanied by vibrations and sounds, the conference room, which was as noisy as a vegetable market one second, suddenly became quiet the next second.

Everyone turned to stare at the titular king.

Eric, who was a pirate, did not have stage fright. Instead, he deliberately put on a serious face and pretended to reprimand: "Look at how you look now! What are you talking about!

What would the people of the North think if they knew that the people they had placed high hopes on were now quarreling, accusing, and abusing each other like street gangsters?

So please be sensible!

At least sit down and have a serious talk about how to solve the problem instead of letting the conflict escalate into hatred."

"That's right! Don't be so excited, everyone. After all, compared with the harsh living environment before, at least we don't have to worry about the conspiracy and invasion of the Arcane Brotherhood now. Even the orcs, who threatened the most, have disappeared. What's left is
To be continued...