Chapter 458: Politics is the art of compromise, but I don’t need to learn it
"Fuzoul Chamberry!!!"
Seeing with his own eyes that two powerful dragon allies were severely wounded and captured by the enemy in an instant, Delt's originally unstable mood finally collapsed completely. His eyes were covered with scary bloodshot eyes, staring fiercely not far away.
The Tyrant of the Moon Sea holds a javelin stained red with blood in one hand.
Almost at the same time, the arcane casters of Zhentil Castle led by Manson, as well as the undead army of Sazastan, the red-robed mages, as well as the priests and black guards of the church of Bane, the god of tyranny, also mobilized collectively.
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In less than seven or eight minutes, the few spellcasters in the coalition forces in the two cities were beaten to the ground.
The defensive line that was finally stabilized completely collapsed.
In desperation, countless soldiers and adventurers could only lay down their weapons and choose to surrender, first thinking of ways to save their own lives.
They obviously knew very well that it was impossible to outrun the combination of the swift and windy hobgoblins and wargs, ordinary goblins and goblin dogs with just two legs.
In addition, although Zhentil Keep and the Church of Benn are typical evil camps, they are also lawful camps.
Once a promise is made to surrender and avoid death, it will usually not be broken.
The worst case scenario is that after being captured, they will be sent to hard labor in mines, quarries and other places, or they may be demoted as slaves and sold.
Anyway, it is definitely much better than continuing to make meaningless resistance and being killed, and then being dragged up as an undead by those equally evil red-robed mages.
It has to be said that the appearance of Sazastan and his undead army indirectly did a great favor to Fuzor Chamberry and successfully dispelled many people's determination to fight to the death.
After all, they may be able to accept their own death calmly, but it is absolutely impossible for them to accept that they will become undead creatures and continue to be enslaved by evil enemies after death.
In contrast, the elite knights that Eltoril City spent a lot of money, time and effort to cultivate are obviously unlikely to surrender easily.
Because they are all devout believers of Heim, the guardian god.
If you surrender at this time, you will be rejected by the gods, so you can only fight to the last moment of your life.
Except for a small number of people who suffered a mental breakdown under the control of extreme fear and despair, abandoned their faith in Heim and chose to surrender, the rest were already in a state of almost total annihilation.
Especially the alien creatures summoned through conjuration magic, many of them have excellent flying abilities.
The most powerful impact and speed advantages of cavalry are completely useless in front of flying units.
Either he was pulled down by a dive and cut into pieces with random swords, or he was restrained to death by low-level large-scale control spells such as Grease and Spider Web.
Especially when the coalition's spell casters were suppressed and a large number of mages mastered the ability to teleport, the warlocks realized that their defeat was certain and left their companions to flee. The remaining low-level spell casters were either killed quickly or became prisoners.
After the battle is over, they will be divided between the Red Robe Mage and Zhentil Keep, using the threat of death to force them to do evil things such as killing their former companions, and then spread the news.
As a result, these mages can only accept their fate and join the former's organization, slowly becoming evil and depraved, and eventually becoming selfish spellcasters.
As for those pastors, if they are willing to change their beliefs, they will be accepted by Ben Church immediately.
If you don't want to, then I'm sorry, please go die.
In short, since Zhentil Fort has rich experience in wars and conquests, it can be said to be very handy in handling these matters. There is no random robbery, murder, or gang rape of women like other armies.
Its organization, discipline and obedience are no worse than the religious armies under the command of lawful good gods.
Even ordinary goblins who are in chaos, as well as monsters who have just been recruited, are strictly executing orders under the supervision of human and orc officers.
Because anyone who dares to disobey, or kills until he loses control and falls into a bloodthirsty rage, will basically be killed on the spot without mercy.
After all, although the proportion of various monsters in this army now exceeds 70%, it is not a ragtag group led by a primitive tribe chief.
Quite the opposite!
Forzor Chambery used the power of the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny, as the skeleton, the rigorously trained officers of Zhentil Keep as the basis, and combined with the absolute control of the Tyrant's Scepter and the clear reward and punishment system to form a powerful legion.
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All recruited monsters are usually not put into the battlefield immediately, but must first undergo a series of training.
This is why after suffering a defeat, the army was stationed on the river bank for so many days to repair.
On the one hand, it is to restore morale, and on the other hand, it is to train those monsters who have just been forcibly recruited, so that they can learn to abide by discipline, follow orders and prohibitions, and how to cooperate with each other to fight in formation.
It can even be said that the background of this army is the ultimate evil law.
However, as the supreme commander of the coalition forces, Delt no longer cared about gathering the defeated troops and retreating back to the city. Instead, he rode the strong heavy war horse under his crotch and launched a charge towards the Tyrant of the Moon Sea without hesitation, hoping to rescue the two seriously injured soldiers.
Captured metal dragon.
After all, he is a lawful good paladin, and his nature and beliefs determine that he cannot leave behind any of his subordinates or allies and choose to retreat.
"Hahahaha! Stupid paladin! Who do you think you are? How dare you challenge the spokesperson of the great dark king in this world?"
Fuzuoer Qianberry laughed wildly, blessed himself with a lot of magic, and waved the scepter in his hand to greet him.
Bang!
Accompanied by the muffled sound of a broken skull, the high-speed sprinting war horse had its head smashed in an instant. It screamed and turned 180 degrees in mid-air, and finally fell to the ground hard. It twitched and swallowed unwillingly.
Last breath.
Obviously, with the blessing of powerful magic equipment and several divine spells, Fuzuoer Chambery directly used the purest brute force to bring the war horse to a physical emergency stop.
The power he released in that moment far exceeded the total impact force produced by the weight and acceleration of the war horse plus the rider.
As for Delt, who has the LV17 paladin level, he was beaten to pieces on the spot and was unable to successfully complete this mounted charge.
You must know that this guy was originally determined to die and wanted to use the evil-breaking slash at the cost of his own life to directly kill the opponent.
But unfortunately, although the professional level gap between the two is not big, Delt even has a considerable advantage in close combat.
But the problem is that Fuzor Chamberry is a magical spellcaster and a chosen one, and his combat effectiveness cannot be measured by common sense.
What's more, he also has more than one amazingly powerful artifact in his hands, as well as a large number of high-end equipment and magic items.
Among them, the Tyrant's Scepter that Zuo Si borrowed temporarily is currently in his hand, and another artifact, the Tyrant's Eye Scepter, has been activated and floats in mid-air as a smart weapon with independent consciousness and thinking ability, continuously moving toward
The enemy on the ground attacks.
Since the latter would continuously release debilitating rays at all targets that did not believe in Bane, Delt only resisted it twice before he began to become embarrassed.
If the strength attribute weakens to zero, he will die instantly, and then the soul will be sucked in and imprisoned. The effect is like the eighth-ring conjuration magic [Soul Entrapment].
In addition, Fuzor Chamberry also has 5 strong magic armor, 8 protective wrist guards, a bat cloak, a ring of freedom of movement, a ring of teleportation, etc.
But what about Delt?
This paladin who believes in the guardian god Heim only has a 3-level sacred greatsword with extra damage to evil creatures, a set of 1-level full-body armor, and an amulet given by the church that permanently protects the wearer from evil.
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If it weren't for the paladin's divine grace, aura of courage, divine blessing, and terrifyingly high magic resistance, he would not feel fear no matter how terrifying the enemy he faced.
When faced with such an overwhelming disadvantage, most people would probably collapse and run away long ago.
Although there are many heroic legends in the continent of Faerûn that rely on pure spirit and faith to defeat powerful enemies, Delt is obviously not one of them.
As he was hit by debilitating rays more and more often, his strength attributes quickly dropped to a level lower than that of ordinary people.
In this state, let alone continuing to fight, even bearing the weight of the full body armor seems out of breath and powerless.
As a result, Fuzuoer Chamberry saw the opportunity and kicked him to the ground. He kicked the 3 sacred attribute giant sword away from him, stepped on the chest of the armor with one foot, and said in a condescending tone: "Stop struggling.
,Paladin.
You and your God can't change anything at all.
This land is destined to be shrouded in the glory of the great Bane.
Now I'll give you a chance to turn from darkness to light.
As long as you are willing to abandon the god of guardianship, Heim, and instead serve the great god of tyranny, becoming his dark guard.
Then not only will I not kill you, I will also give you an important position in the church.
From now on, you can not only continue to manage the city of Eltoril, but also gain the right to rule other nearby towns and villages."
You don't need to ask to know that the reason why Fuzor Chamberry chose to persuade him to surrender is that the higher the level of the paladin, the more powerful he can gain when he degenerates into a dark guard.
This is the competition between good and evil.
If it succeeds, even Bane, the god of tyranny, will be happy and give generous rewards to those who achieve this goal.
If you are a first to second level paladin who has fallen, you can get at most one extra kill of good per day. But if you are level three or above, you can get holy healing. If you are above level seven, you can summon purgatory creatures as servants or mounts. If you are above level nine, you can get rid of purgatory.
In addition to the servant, it can also control an undead creature as a companion, and is immune to the priest's dispel or rebuke.
Once you reach LV11 or higher, you can even instantly convert your past paladin professional level into a dark guard professional level.
Therefore, people like Delt who have seventeen paladin levels, whether they are from the good camp or the evil camp, will take extra fancy.
Because he is a vital weight on the scale.
No matter which side you fall to, it may trigger a chain reaction and increase the strength of the other camp.
In addition, the bright light emanating from his soul is also the treasure most desired by gods, demons and devils.
Nothing makes Bane, the god of tyranny, happier than seducing good into darkness.
The leader of the church of another faction of the Dark Lord, Aigason Nasere, relied on leading Sammaster astray and allowing the latter to found the infamous Dragon Worship Cult, thereby gaining a relationship with Fu.
Zor Chamberlain has almost the same authority and status.
Due to a series of reasons such as different ideas and struggles for power, the two often accused each other of being heretics and distorting the original teachings of the great Ben.
"Bah! I would rather die than serve your evil, dirty, filthy god."
Delt spat at the opponent very forcefully.
A high-level paladin like him has already deeply ingrained his belief in goodness and order into his bones. How could he change his stance so easily?
"Hmph! You don't know what's good and what's good! Since you don't eat and drink as a penalty, don't blame me for not giving you a chance..."
With a sullen face, Fuzor Chamberry raised the Tyrant Scepter high, intending to use powerful magical power to enslave the opponent and turn him into a puppet under his control to perform tasks related to massacre and betrayal.<
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For example, clean up the largest temple of Helm in the city of Eltoril and transform it into the sanctuary of the Dark Lord in public.
When Delt commits enough evil deeds to be hated by the residents of the entire city, the control is released and he faces the cruel reality, eventually collapsing and becoming the backbone of the church.
Along the way from the Dragon Coast, Fuzor Chambery has used the same method to successfully turn several paladin captives into Bane's minions.
Therefore, he believed that as long as he followed the same pattern, the guy in front of him would follow in the footsteps of the former without any accident.
Delt obviously did not realize the seriousness of the problem and put on a posture of being ready to welcome death at any time.
At this critical moment, a female golden dragon hovering high in the sky to avoid the attack finally couldn't hold it in any longer, ignored the dissuasion of the other two companions, and suddenly rushed down at an almost vertical angle, trying to use the vision above her head.
A blind-spot attack on Fuzor Chambery, in an attempt to seriously injure or even kill the tyrant of the Moon Sea.
But she apparently forgot that priests' perception attributes are often very high.
High perception brings strong willpower, judgment, keen intuition and danger prediction.
If a person's perception attribute reaches sixteen points, then when an enemy is hiding behind and staring secretly, he has a high probability of discovering it.
If it reaches 18 o'clock, you can even predict one or two seconds in advance that the chandelier fixed above your head is about to fall, thereby avoiding the upcoming danger.
And Fu Zou Er Chambery's perception attribute is full of blackjack.
So when the height of the golden dragon's fall entered the last hundred meters, he suddenly raised his head, with an evil and cruel smile on his face, and used another activation artifact to give himself the [opportunity to defeat the enemy] in an instant.
Magic effect, followed by throwing the cursed javelin again at lightning speed.
Whoosh!
Since the golden dragon swoops with its wings folded and nearly 90 degrees vertically, it is basically like a free fall.
In addition, she entered a range of less than a hundred meters from the ground, and had no time to make any dodges, so she hit the javelin.
The next second...
Poof!
The sharp blade containing the dragon's curse instantly penetrated the female golden dragon's neck, causing the blood containing high temperature to spray everywhere.
Although I spread my wings to try to cushion when I was about to fall to the ground, it was already too late.
About a second or two later, this behemoth smashed a big crater into the ground with a bang.
Broken bones!
Torn muscles, blood vessels and internal organs!
In an instant, more blood spurted out from the golden dragon's nose and mouth, as well as some scraps of meat that looked like residue.
There is no doubt that any other creature, even a giant, would have died long ago after such an impact.
But the dragon's tenacious vitality did not make her die immediately, but she fell into a state of shock that was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
"Brainless idiot! Do you think I won't guard against the attacks of you giant dragons hovering in the sky?"
Fuzuoer Qianberry stepped on the golden dragon's head, slightly raising his chin with a contemptuous expression.
Seeing that another companion's life or death was unknown, the remaining metal dragon immediately gave up the rescue plan and quickly turned around and left the battlefield, intending to find a deserted place to discuss countermeasures, or to ask for support from other similar types and allies.
After all, if you can't beat them, you'll be defeated. This is the glorious tradition of the good-aligned metal dragons.
Especially Silver Dragon, known as the "dragon social butterfly", will never lack all kinds of "licking dogs" around her.
This is also the reason why the evil camp chromatic dragons despise them the most.
"Congratulations!
After winning this war, Zhentil Keep's army will be able to cross the Chongsa River and capture all important towns such as Sknubel, Eltoril, Triel, and Soba.
By then, as long as you defeat Baldur's Gate and occupy it, you will be able to completely complete your conquest of this land."
At some point, Sazastan suddenly appeared next to him out of thin air and complimented with a smile.
But Fu Zouer Qianberry didn't show any happy expression at all, but responded indifferently: "So what? In the end, I don't have to make wedding dresses for others. As long as Soth is here, I can't get involved with the money."
The vast land on the west coast of the Lun Continent."
"Don't say that. In fact, to a certain extent, you and I are in the same situation." Sazhastan comforted calmly.
"Yes! I'm not blind. I can see that you are being used and instigated by him now. This guy is like a monster. He can easily see through other people's minds and offer you a price you can't refuse." Fu
Zoel Chambery sighed helplessly and complained.
Just when Sazastan was about to say something, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.
"Are you talking about me?"
As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si slowly walked out of the darkness, looking between the two of them with a slightly playful look.
"Why are you here?"
Fu Zou Er Chambery was obviously surprised.
Zuo Si smiled and asked: "Why can't I come?
Don't forget, you have stayed here too long.
If I can't advance to the scheduled battlefield before the troops are dispatched from Baldur's Gate, it will seriously affect my plan.
What's more, I'm not here to find you this time, but to make a deal with Sazastan."
"Deal?"
The legendary lich was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and a terrifying light symbolizing the identity of the undead creature burst out from his eyes.
"Yes, deal. I have obtained what Velsharon is looking for, which is also a tool that can turn mortals into gods. If you are interested, you can make an offer now."
With that said, Zuo Si took out the Eye of the Storm sealed inside the crystal ball in front of countless pairs of eyes.
When the destructive aura emitted by this thing was felt by the people around them, everyone's expressions changed.
Fuzoul Chamberlain could feel his heart beating wildly.
As a voter of Bann and someone who has studied silver fire in depth, how could he not know what this eye means?
The paladin Delt on the side struggled to sit up and shouted loudly: "No! Stop! You can't do this! He will definitely use this thing to cause terrible disasters!"
"Sorry, it's not your turn to tell me what I want to do. And... you don't even know what it is, right?"
Zuo Si glanced at the other party without any emotion.
There is no doubt that he is not worried at all that the paladin will tell everyone what he saw tonight.
Because Fuzuo Erqianberry would never give the other party such a chance.
There are only two roads before Delt.
One would rather die than surrender until the end, and be killed by the people he once wanted to protect and guard amidst the accusations and abuses;
The other is that one cannot bear the huge psychological gap, makes a big mistake due to emotional excitement, and completely embarks on the path of darkness and depravity.
Just when the paladin was still about to declare his interests, Sazastan finally raised his dry and slender arm and shot a magic beam from his fingertips, causing the former to fall to the ground instantly and fell into a coma. Then he carefully tested and said: "You are really willing to give up."
Is it being traded?"
"Why not?
I don’t want to be a god anyway.
It has no special value to me.
But it's different for you and Velsharon.
You must know that in this world, there are many powerful artifacts and magic items, but there are not many things that can turn mortals into gods.
So if you really want it, it's best not to be too stingy.
Otherwise, I will consider talking to Velsharon.
I believe he will be willing to redeem the Eye of God at any cost.
Of course, if you want to become a god, this alone is not enough.
You must also snatch the knowledge from Velsharon that was also dug up from the ancient ruins.
Only when the two become one can one be promoted to a true demigod."
While saying these words, Zuo Si kept throwing up the crystal ball in his hand, catching it, throwing it up again, and catching it again. His nonchalant attitude seemed as if what he was holding was not a priceless treasure, but a delicate one.
Just like toys.
"You want me to start an all-out war with Velsharon and become our undying enemies?"
Sazastan was obviously not a fool, and he immediately realized the sinister intentions behind this.
But Zuo Si smiled nonchalantly and said, "Why, aren't you already unrelenting enemies?
If I remember correctly, you have been fighting each other for centuries since you fell out over the position of leader of the Necronomicon faction.
I believe that if there is a chance, both you and Velsalun will definitely want to deal with each other once and for all.
So I can help you make up your mind to eradicate the powerful enemy to a certain extent.
Think about it, is there anything in this world that is more satisfying than killing your enemy, snatching the most precious thing from the opponent's hand, and then being promoted to a high god?
If you think there is a problem, you can choose to refuse.
After all, the premise of a transaction is that both parties must be voluntary.
Anyway, I think there should be many people willing to pay a high price for these eyes."
What does it mean to be confident?
Just look at Zuo Si's aggressive and arrogant attitude at this moment.
He didn't care at all what Sazastan thought, let alone whether the other party would hate him for this, he just made it clear that he wanted to kill him severely.
"Why don't you consider dedicating this eye to the great Bane?" Fzoll Chambery couldn't help but suggested.
"The Dark King does not need, nor does he like, the power that comes from chaos and chaos. Don't just think about how to flatter him all day long, use your brain and think carefully about everything." Zuo Si scolded angrily.
Instantly!
Fuzuo Er Qianberry fell into silence, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly uncontrollably.
He also realized that he had just done a stupid thing.
Bane is a powerful god of lawful evil who emphasizes dominance, discipline and obedience.
Talos, the God of Storms, is the complete opposite. He is a powerful god of chaotic evil, emphasizing destruction and destruction at will.
If there was no conflict over the priesthood, the two gods would probably start fighting as soon as they met.
Fortunately, there weren't many people around, otherwise Fuzoul Chamberlain might have died on the spot.
"I can give you two artifacts, the [Death Moon Orb] and the [Sakosil's Seat] in exchange."
Sazastan thought about it for a long time and then quickly made a choice.
He obviously knew very well that trading the artifact given to him by Larok, the powerful wizard king in the Netherese era, would most likely trigger the wrath of the other party.
But in the face of the temptation of becoming a god, this is obviously nothing at all.
After all, no matter how powerful Larocco is, he cannot threaten the real gods.
"Add that three-wish ring on your hand!"
Having said that, Zuo Si stared straight at the ring on the Lich's finger that was inlaid with three red-light gems.
Although with his current spell-casting ability, making this thing is not a big problem, and there are a lot of wishing spells given by the efreet every day, but why not do it for free now that he can do it for free?
You must know that this thing is quite useful in many cases.
Even if you don’t use it yourself, you can still give it to someone close to you as a gift.
"Deal!"
Without saying a word, Sazastan took off the ring from his finger and threw it away.
Immediately afterwards, he used item teleportation magic to summon the other two artifacts [Death Moon Orb] and [Sakosil's Seat] to the open space.
Among them, the [Death Moon Orb] is a shimmering sphere that can freely change between the size of a palm and the size of a human head.
Holding it in your hand, you can clearly see that the black and purple substances on the surface, like water and oil, are constantly flowing, entangled with each other, and absorbing light from the surrounding environment.
Its function is to allow the holder to cast some specific spells every day and summon demons from the lower planes (including demons, devils, and yugoloths) to force them to complete a task.
When the task is completed, the evil spirit will automatically return to its hometown.
The more powerful the summoned demon is, the longer it will take to cool down afterwards.
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In addition, [Death Moon Bead] also has constant effects such as telepathy and sharp ear, and can be used for divination, eavesdropping and peeking at what someone is doing.
In comparison, [The Seat of Sakoshiel] looks like a huge and heavy throne just like its name.
Its main function is to seal and enslave those powerful alien creatures.
Now, imprisoned in the throne is an unlucky demon lord named Eltab.
After confirming that there were no problems with the two artifacts, Zuo Si casually threw the crystal ball with the Eye of God sealed to Sazastan.
Without saying a word, the latter used his mage's hand to catch it steadily, and immediately retreated with his men.
Because he has already got what he desires, there is no need to stay and waste time.
"You just handed that thing to him?"
A very surprised expression appeared on Fuzoer Chamberry's face.
Zuo Si casually put away the two artifacts, and then asked with a sneer: "Otherwise? I am famous for keeping my promises, and I will never do anything that is in bad taste."
"This is not quite your style."
Fu Zou Er Chambery touched his chin and whispered softly.
"Haha, that just means you don't know me well enough."
Zuo Si obviously didn't intend to reveal too many details, so he just made a haha to fool him.
After all, he and the guy in front of him have never been on the same page.
The reason why the latter is willing to cooperate is entirely out of awe of Bane, the god of tyranny.
Seeing that he couldn't get any valuable information out of the question, Fuzor Chambery immediately gave up the idea of making false statements and asked meaningfully: "I have now captured the area from the Dragon Coast to West Hartland according to the plan.
All towns.
It won't take a few days to reach the scheduled battlefield - Troll's Claw.
Why hasn’t that son of Baal named Sarevok made any move yet?
Could it be that he failed to seize power?"
"No! He has actually succeeded.
According to the information I have received so far, Sarevok has successfully obtained the Duke election quota with the help of the shapeshifter.
The next thing to do is to get rid of the last Duke of Belt with real power and successfully take power with the help of Grand Duchess Lila Janus.
This process will be very fast and will not take more than a week at most.
In other words, you only have one week to sort out the powerful people in this land.
Remember, I want to see a blank slate after the war, a clean land without any governing structures."
When he said the last two sentences, Zuo Si's tone became extremely serious.
As a person who has the idea of great unity engraved in his bones, what he hates most is places like the Northland, West Hartland, and Dragon Coast that are fragmented and filled with independent city-states and noble lords of all sizes.
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There are also useless heraldry, surnames and family inheritance.
Compared with the traditional feudal aristocrats who are dishonest and love to show off, the ruling class of Amn, which is engaged in economic colonization, can be regarded as enlightened and progressive.
Fuzor Chambery shrugged his shoulders and responded: "Don't worry, those guys who may cause obstacles to your rule are either lying in the grave now, or they have been shipped to Zhentil Fort and sold as slaves.
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You must know that well-educated, handsome or beautiful young male and female nobles are the most sought-after in the slave market.
There are many nouveau riche who are willing to spend a lot of money to taste the taste of ladies and noble ladies, and even buy them back as concubines.
To be honest, I don’t quite understand why you are so hostile to nobles and businessmen and insist on driving them away completely."
Zuo Si shook his head slightly and explained: "It's not that I have any hostility towards them.
But they hinder me from integrating and reallocating the resources of this land.
And in a unified country, the existence of nobles who control a large amount of land resources is a group of cancers.
Especially the various privileges they have within the territory are like a country within a country.
This is not the rule I want, let alone the country I want.
As for businessmen, if they just do business honestly, I won't do anything to them.
But if there is any reckless guy who dares to bribe bureaucrats, manipulate politics, public opinion and create monopolies, then I will not hesitate to raise the butcher's knife."
"What about the big families in Amn? As far as I know, they are what you said. They enjoy privileges in their own territory, but they also control politics and public opinion, and use their power to create trade monopolies."
Fu Zouer Chamberry asked with a half-smile.
"I have begun to divest political, judicial and other powers from their hands.
As for the territory, after I become the King of Amn, I will first talk to the nobles who control large areas of land and redistribute the land through redemption.
If you are wise, just take your money and get out of here according to the conditions I set out.
If they don't know what's going on, I have all the legal means to break up their families and scatter their wives and children.
Finally, regarding trade monopoly, I will play a snake game with dozens of the richest families in Ascatra.
Don’t they like monopoly, expansion, and crazy pursuit of profits?
Then I will let them eat to get fatter and stronger until they stretch themselves to death.
The specific operation is to select the families with the highest comprehensive strength every few years, split the property, and distribute it evenly to family members with inheritance rights.
Then disperse them and send them to settle in remote corners of the empire.
If you don't want to be split up, then the family business must shrink and control its scale when it develops to a certain extent.
When all the big business associations at the top begin to restrain their greed and capital expansion and take the initiative to split up their families, won’t the monopoly problem be solved?
And I didn’t confiscate a penny of their property, nor did I force them into desperation.
On the contrary, it conducted an internal redistribution of wealth within an acceptable range.
Those who originally had no chance to inherit the family's huge wealth, instead of hating me, will actually be grateful to me from the bottom of their hearts.
Because I gave them a great gift, an opportunity to get rid of the control of direct lineage and build their own family.
In addition, the heirs of these split families often have a lot of money in their hands, and they can also revitalize the economy of remote places..."
Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a chilling smile.
The reason why businessmen have had a bad image for a long time in history, and can even be said to be synonymous with greed, ugliness, and despicability, is actually closely related to this nature of excessive pursuit of wealth and profit.
Especially the rise of modern capitalism on earth has taken this greed to the extreme.
Obviously, the expansion of capital and the monopoly of social resources by the rich are almost unsolvable problems in any modern country.
Even the most powerful central government can only exert some restraint and adjust taxes to achieve secondary distribution of wealth at the national level.
So when he decided to establish the West Coast Empire, Zuo Si had been thinking about how to deal with the business oligarchs in Amn to prevent them from becoming too powerful and wealthy, and ultimately turning the entire country into a capital empire with powerful magical power. p>
After thinking about it, he got inspiration from a very ancient push order and came up with such a set of mandatory antitrust splitting bills.
However, unlike those on earth who only split up the company without splitting up the family, he not only wanted to split up the company, but also split up the huge family together.
In this way, when the huge monopoly group disappears, the market will enter a state of full competition again, leaving enough space for latecomers.
As long as the rulers carry out this behavior, no family or interest group can occupy a monopoly position for a long time.
The upper level of the entire market will continue to make room, while the lower level will also have access to upward channels, entering a relatively virtuous cycle.
Of course, the reason why Zuo Si dared to do this was because he was strong and ruthless enough, and had enough strength and political skills to implement his will.
Otherwise, if we change to a weaker or kinder ruler, the big families in Amn who are used to being domineering may not be able to raise private soldiers to rebel in any minute.
After all, for them, this split bill is simply digging into the foundation of the family's survival.
But as a saying goes, most people in this world like to compromise.
If you directly say that you want to do this kind of split, the big families in Amn will definitely not be happy.
But if you first express that you want to confiscate their property and drive them out of existence, and then propose such an alternative, then they will not only accept it happily, but maybe even shed tears of gratitude.
The art of political compromise.
But in Zuo Si's eyes, it is not himself who needs to learn this art, but others.
"Hahahaha! As expected of you! The perfect tyrant appointed by the great Ben!"
Fu Zol Chamberi couldn't help laughing.
From the brief conversation just now, he learned a lot about ruling, playing tricks and how to force others to submit. He plans to try it out in the newly occupied city later.