"Can you guarantee that Sazastan is 100% unable to use the power of that eye to become a god?"
After a moment of silence, Alustriel finally asked the question he was most concerned about.
There is no doubt that she is asking this question on behalf of the Harper and Elminster and Himbu.
Because Silvermoon City and the Silvermoon Alliance are located to the north of the High Forest and west of the Aenook Desert, almost two-thirds of the Faerûn continent is separated from the red-robed Cyre.
There is basically no overlap between the two parties, and there is no possibility of direct conflict.
Many times in the eyes of the residents of Silvermoon City, the red-robed mage of Serge is just an evil force that is very far away from them and is powerful. They need to be careful to guard against the other party's infiltration, that's all.
For them, the real danger always comes from the monsters in the surrounding mountains and primeval forests, evil dragons, the Dragon Cult, the Zhentarim, and the orc tribes that once raged in the North.
Although compared with the voters of other gods, the voters of the Goddess of Magic are relatively united and often help each other when in trouble.
For example, after Kelben quit the Harpers and founded his own intelligence organization, he still chose to cooperate with Elminster after learning that Sazarstan had obtained the Eye of the Storm.
But they each still have their own position.
What Alustriel values is the stability and prosperity of Silvermoon City and Silvermoon Alliance;
Ximbu is committed to preventing Aglalon from being invaded, conquered and enslaved by Cyr;
Kelburn and Lyra guard Waterdeep and its surrounding areas to prevent it from being usurped by ambitious evil people;
Dove Hawkhand, Storm Silverhand, and Shiron followed Elminster, either guarding the Valley of Shadows, or handling various crises as leaders of the Harpers.
In addition, there is also the current preaching mage-Nomia Drath Jude;
The elf mage who once taught Elminster magic and made a bet with Xinbu to see who could kill a hundred lichs first - Silinxi (this man knew all the high elf magic rituals and created his own true spell)
The effect is that it can suppress the opponent in almost any spell duel. Its real power is comparable to arcane spellcasters above level 50, and is far stronger than the elders of Netheril, Iolum, Larok, and Ovo.
He can even be called the strongest mortal in Faerûn);
A moon elf mage who exists in the form of a soul——Abrai Arovan;
Nicknamed "The Silent Chosen One", he served as a preacher for nearly twenty years, during which time he accepted numerous challenges without fail. In the end, he voluntarily resigned from his position and became a chosen one because he was too lonely to be invincible - Owari Ta
Sandri (in the early succession rules of the Evangelist Mage, if you want to obtain this position, you must defeat or kill the current Evangelist Mage. He can remain undefeated for nearly twenty years, which shows his strong strength).
In short, the number of voters created by the second-generation magic goddess Mystra is quite large, and this does not include those who have died and disappeared.
For example, the sun elf mage Rusta Ogg, who is said to be the most beautiful and charming among all the chosen people, was captured in the battle between Myth Drannor, but resolutely triggered the silver fire to self-destruct and died with the enemy. In the end, his life and death are unknown.
Lemire.
It can even be said that if these voters can be gathered together, no mortal force in Faerûn today can compete with them.
Even the great arcanists left over from the Netheril era could only be pressed to the ground and rubbed.
But unfortunately, due to differences in positions and concepts, most of these voters are busy with their own affairs on weekdays, and occasionally fierce quarrels and confrontations will break out.
The two most serious ones were the blatant betrayal between Sammaster, the founder of the Dragon Cult, and another Master named Nadrason.
Since becoming a candidate for the current goddess of magic, Zuo Si naturally knew the general situation within this group, and replied with a smile: "No one can do this kind of thing 100%, and I am no exception.
After all, the real owner of that eye is Talos, the god of storms.
As a powerful god of chaos and evil, no one can predict whether he will suddenly intervene.
So I can't give you any guarantee, I can only say that you will do your best.
What's more, what happens even if Sazastan succeeds in becoming a god?
At best, he is just a demigod with weak divine power.
There are countless gods in the world of Toril. One more of them is not more, and one less of him is not less.
And when Sazastan successfully became a god, he would no longer be able to firmly control the most powerful forces within Serge and the red-robed mage as he does now.
It will inevitably split internally and fall back into the chaotic situation of hundreds of years ago.
So I don't think there's anything to worry about.
If Elminster thinks there is something wrong with my handling method, then he can bring his people to the door directly and snatch the eyes back."
"You won't interfere?"
Alustriel probed in an uncertain tone.
"If Elminster gets it, I will not interfere. But if this eye falls into the hands of others, then I will choose an appropriate time to recycle it."
Zuo Si expressed his position very clearly.
Because he knows that even if Elminster brings his senior Harpers and his constituents to come to the door and snatch the Eye of the Storm back, there will be no good way to deal with it, and it may become the target of public criticism.
In other words, no matter who gets this eye now, they are putting themselves in danger and must always be on guard against surprise attacks from unknown enemies.
In this regard, Sazhastan can be said to have deep experience.
Since the news that he held the Eye of the Storm spread, he has been attacked hundreds of times in just a few days.
Although most of them were temptations and did not cause much damage, they also made people panic.
Not to mention calming down to do research, Sazastan and his plastic ally Irenikas didn't even dare to rest for a long time, and they all relied on wishing to restore spell slots.
Generally speaking, when a normal person finds that something in his hand has become a hot potato, his subconscious reaction should be to throw it out and let the enemies hidden in the darkness fight for it.
I sit aside to watch the show and reap the benefits.
But the problem is, the eye of the storm means that a mortal can become a god.
The value and benefits it represents are so great that even if you know it’s a trap, you can’t help but want to take a gamble.
To some extent, Sazhastan has fallen into a difficult situation.
There is absolutely no way this guy would give up this close opportunity to become a god, let alone hand over the Eye of the Storm to anyone.
Because he has no guarantee that once this thing falls into the hands of others, he will have a chance to get it back.
Irenekas formed an alliance with Sazastan, knowing that the latter would not trust anyone else to keep the Eye of the Storm, and would only choose to keep it himself.
All he needs to do is to keep an eye on this lich and wait for the opportunity.
"Okay, I think I understand what you mean."
Alustriel nodded slightly and decisively ended the topic.
After all, she didn't support Elminster's actions in the first place, so she was doing her best to help him.
As for the conflict between the two, let’s just wait and see.
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently, turned his gaze to Kui Lu and reminded: "Madam, since the war is about to begin, I hope you and those believers of the goddess Eilistraee will be prepared. You must know this.
But it is related to whether you can be recognized and accepted by the residents of the entire surface world."
"Don't worry. I have assembled a dark elf army of thousands of people, ready to be at your disposal at any time. We will use practical actions to prove that we are different from those evil compatriots in the Underdark."
Kui Lu vowed to give her guarantee.
Thanks to the cruel elimination of dark elf society, most of the drow who can survive to adulthood (around 110 years old) are basically qualified warriors, thieves, mages, warlocks and priests.
Moreover, combat and killing experience are often much stronger than those of surface races of the same level.
Because according to the teachings of the spider goddess Rose, waste is not worthy of living and wasting food. Most of them are either sent to cruel sacrifices, or they are plotted to die by brothers, sisters and so-called "friends".
A dark elf army of 1,000 people can be used as an elite human army of 5,000 or even 10,000 people.
Especially at night, with their stealth abilities honed through rigorous training, they can instantly plunge the enemy's camp into panic and chaos with just one round of raids.
"Awesome! After this war, I should be able to fulfill my promise to the goddess Eilistraee and give all drow who are willing to make changes a home where they can live and work in peace and contentment."
After saying that, Zuo Sichong bowed slightly to the two beautiful female voters, stroking their breasts with one hand, and quickly turned around and disappeared into the crowded street outside the venue.
Looking at his retreating back, Kui Lu couldn't help but ask: "Who do you think will win in the fight between Soth and Elminster?"
Alustriel responded with a wry smile: "If it were before, I would not hesitate to side with Elminster, because he has proven himself countless times.
But now...
I think South's chances of winning are obviously greater.
Turn around and glance at the representatives in the venue, who occupy almost four-fifths of the important towns on the entire West Coast, and the smiles on their faces, and you will know how popular a series of initiatives, including the trade alliance, are. p>
No one will refuse to make their life better and better and richer.
Likewise, no one doesn’t want their hometown to become prosperous and full of hope.
What's more, the changes brought about by Soth are not only wealth, but also impact on society, thoughts and concepts.
He was leveraging the traditional nobility and lordship system that had lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years in this land, trying to build an unprecedentedly large and unified country.
You have been active in the Underdark before, and you don’t know how corrupt and chaotic the streets of Amn’s capital, Ascatla, used to be.
But now, in the hands of South, this city has not only regained its vitality, but also become more and more fair, and more and more people feel safe.
Especially in the dock area, the bridge area and the slum area, the renovations and the tall buildings rising from the ground made me a little unrecognizable.
And this is only a change that has occurred within a month or two.
There is no doubt that he is a very capable and excellent ruler, at least much better than me.
He always knows what the people most urgently need, and then satisfies it to a certain extent.
Compared with Soth, who can bring practical benefits and benefits to the people, Elminster's ideas are too conservative.
The most important thing is that the Harper Alliance may be the best spies, spies and assassins in Faerûn. They can stand up at critical moments to turn the tide and stop the evil invasion.
But they have never been qualified rulers and builders, and cannot bring tangible benefits to ordinary people at all."
Kui Lu nodded thoughtfully: "What you said makes sense. For a ruler, ability is indeed far more important than alignment. But it sounds like you are interested in Elminster and Harp.
Feeling quite pessimistic about the future of hands?"
Alustriel sighed slightly and explained: "You don't understand what Soth is like.
If he is determined to destroy the Harpers, it will definitely not be a simple cleanup, encirclement and killing.
Instead, it eradicates the foundation and rationality of the Harpers' existence from the root, destroys their ideology and values, and at the same time inflicts merciless heavy damage on the spiritual level.
Elminster is no longer young, and his mentality has become more and more aging with age.
Watching the organization that he spent hundreds of years building collapse and disintegrate in a very short period of time, I worry that he may not be able to withstand such a blow."
"Then what do you mean..."
Kui Lu raised her head and stared at her sisters.
"What I mean is to try to maintain a close relationship with South and stand up when necessary to let both parties reach an agreement and end the conflict between them."
Alustriel didn't hide anything and expressed his thoughts openly.
To put it simply, it is to provide insurance for this conflict.
"No problem! I am very happy to be on the same side as you. And Eilistraee also very much hopes that I can get close to Soth and have a deeper understanding of him."
Kui Lu thought about it for a while and quickly agreed.
In this way, two of the seven sisters formed an offensive and defensive alliance in private, and then returned to the venue to enjoy the fine wine and food provided by the Church of Woking, the goddess of wealth.
According to the plan, they will stay in Ascatra for three days to discuss specific matters regarding trade and future industrial layout with representatives from other towns.
In addition, there are also parts of cooperation with Lantan Island and Gunde, the god of craftsmen and crafts.
Under Zuo Si's matchmaking, the entire West Coast is gradually combining technology, resources and markets to open a new era.
Since the capitalist revolution has not yet occurred in Faerûn, no one yet knows what these cooperations that seem to be beneficial to everyone mean.
But Woking, the goddess of wealth, has already foreseen the future scene in which she will be promoted to a powerful god.
At this moment, she was standing on the top floor of a huge building in the super cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell, admiring the scenes of indulgence outside, as well as the desire of countless mortals and devils to trade and earn wealth.
, couldn't help but slightly pursed his lips and said in admiration: "Everything can be traded! Everything can be bought and sold! This is simply the most perfect country in my ideal country. Dear Soth, you really never let me down."<
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"Great goddess, according to your instructions, we have spent money to buy this building, as well as other surrounding lands and shops."
A very high-ranking female petitioner knelt on one knee and reported to her god.
"Very good! Immediately allocate manpower to run this place to expand my influence in this city and strive to make more mortals and even devils become my believers." Waking ordered without looking back. p>
"Understood! I have made arrangements. Within three days at most, this place will become a bustling downtown area, providing a variety of goods and services."
Female petitioners swore to give their guarantees.
After all, there is nothing else in the kingdom of the goddess of wealth. There are really a lot of capable businessmen.
As long as they come to this plane and get familiar with the business environment, they will soon be able to get along like a fish in water.
Hearing these words, a satisfied expression suddenly appeared on Woking's face, and he continued to urge: "Remember, our ultimate goal is not to make wealth, but to have influence and influence in this huge city.
The right to speak.
All the profits I make will be invested in advertising and funding those devils who have the potential to become parliamentarians and bureaucrats.
Within five years, I will control at least one-tenth of the public opinion media in this city and have politicians who can fight for our interests in the parliament.
In this way, travelers and adventurers from other planes will bring my name back and expand their faith to other planes."
"As you wish, great goddess."
The petitioners were obviously aware of Woking's grand plan and his growing ambition.
This goddess of wealth is no longer satisfied with just being the goddess of wealth in Faerûn, but wants to use the ninth level as a springboard to enter other material planes in the entire universe, just like Ogma, the god of knowledge.
Just as Waking was thinking about how to use the rules to achieve this goal, two pieces of news from Faerûn suddenly caught her attention.
One of them you know without asking is the Trade Alliance meeting being held in Ascaltra.
The other one is the sudden food crisis in Sambia.
Yes!
After the dumping of unlimited amounts of low-priced grain that lasted for a long period of time and repeatedly confirmed that the country's grain cultivation was completely destroyed, Bernard finally started the second phase of the trade war.
He first ended the operation of continuing to sell grain, and directly changed his identity with the merchants of Amn, and went to another city to sell the most popular luxury goods while using the funds at hand to purchase grain.
At the beginning, the oligarchs in Sambia thought that this fool was buying grains that were so cheap that they were worthless at such a high price. They packed up and sold the grains they had on hand, and then went to other cities.
Purchase to earn the difference.
As a result, not long after, food prices began to soar uncontrollably.
During the autumn harvest, various towns were surprised to find that due to the impact of the previous low food prices, no one in Sambia was growing food, but instead all crops were grown in cotton, flax, sugar cane, grapes, safflower, madder and other industries.
Crops.
Needless to say, the nobles and manor owners who control large tracts of land must grow what they want to make money.
As for those small-scale homesteaders who make a living by growing grains, their land has basically been annexed by wealthy people due to a large number of bankruptcies in the past. They have no control over what they grow and can only follow the orders of their masters. As a result, they do not grow any grain.
This means that by this time next year, the entire Sambia will not have even a tiny bit of food in storage.
What's even worse is that due to the high purchase price offered by Bernard, many places have directly emptied their warehouses of grain in preparation for this year's new grain entering the warehouse.
So Sambia fell into famine as expected.
And the more this happens, the more each family wants to hoard food and make a huge profit from it, without considering the life and death of ordinary people at all.
The prices of grains, flour, etc. have increased fifty-fold in less than half a month, and there is no intention of stopping.
Many poor people originally living at the bottom of society cannot even afford black bread mixed with sawdust and weeds. They can only become beggars or join criminal gangs to make a living by robbing and stealing.
Although the rapidly deteriorating public security situation made the oligarchs as the ruling class realize that the situation was not good, they sent fleets to Cormyr or other places to purchase food to curb the rise in food prices.
But the question is how could Bernard, who is proficient in business, give the other party such an opportunity? He had already sent people to purchase grain from Cormyr, Tumis, Hantu and other surrounding areas, raising it to a very high level.
Level.
This directly aroused the vigilance of local rulers, who ordered a ban on the outflow of food.
The worst thing is the Valley. Since there is no unified country and political power, the economy and trade capabilities are weak, so it has been the most severely affected.
If the Harper Alliance hadn't failed in the end, and used the power of magic to open the portal and bring back some food to temporarily stabilize the situation, 80% of them would have fallen into chaos.
In the end, under the operation of huge capital, Sambia's oligarchy finally collapsed completely.
As a large number of civilians began to revolt under the threat of hunger and death, the layout that had been spent a lot of effort finally began to take effect.
Especially those rebel leaders who received funding from food and weapons swept through surrounding areas in a very short period of time and even captured one or two towns.
The angry people dragged out all the nobles, businessmen, oligarchs and their male family members and hanged them all, using young and beautiful female family members and servants as tools to vent their anger and desire.
Suddenly, violence, panic and chaos swept across Sambia. Even the Kingdom of Cormyr had to mobilize troops to the border to prevent the riots from spreading to its own territory.
In such a situation of imminent disaster, the reaction of oligarchs and businessmen can be imagined. Of course, they are to sell the properties close to the riot areas at low prices as much as possible to reduce losses.
Otherwise, after being occupied by the "mob", I'm afraid I won't even be able to get a copper plate.
At this time, Bernard and the Amn businessman group behind him finally started to take action, acquiring large tracts of land, manors, castles, workshops, minerals, woodland and art that was too late to be shipped away at almost free prices.
Crafts, high-end furniture, etc.
There is no doubt that this is a legal plunder, and it is also a feast for capital.
The Amn people disintegrated and destroyed their biggest competitor in Faerûn using only commercial means without spending a single soldier.
No!
Not only did they disintegrate and destroy, they also succeeded in taking control of the country.
Regardless of the outcome of this civil war, Sembia will become Amn's puppet.
Because after the war is over, the local people will find it unbelievable that everything they originally owned has become the property of the latter.
Moreover, the entire process of acquiring wealth and resources is a fair and open transaction, and does not violate any laws.
Obviously, this kind of bloodless war refreshed the knowledge of Wojin, the goddess of wealth, and made her realize that there are still many potentials that can be tapped in terms of wealth and trade.
So, she directly used her divine power to send a signal to Zuo Si who was far away in Ascatla.
About two or three minutes later, Zuo Si opened the portal and appeared next to the goddess out of thin air. He asked in a slightly puzzled tone: "Is there something important that you called me all the way here?"
"Did you plan this operation in Sambia?"
When he said this, Waking's eyes shone with excitement.
"Ah! So that's what happened.
Yes, I planned it.
At that time, the Six-person Council of Amn wanted me to help eliminate the threat of Sembia, so I gave them an idea.
But when I decided to replace them and build a west coast empire, I forgot about it.
But now it seems that Bernard is doing a good job.
If the merchants of Amn finally succeed in controlling Sembia, then I can lock the Kingdom of Cormyr from the outside world by land and sea, forcing it to sign some treaties to join the trade alliance."
Zuo Si touched his chin and explained with interest.
From Baldur's Gate to Dragon Coast, and then to Sembia, he has inadvertently pushed his sphere of influence to the valley area, which is Elminster's hometown.
I don’t know what kind of expression the great sage of Shadow Valley would have on his face after he found out that his home was almost stolen after he came back after having a hard time outside.
It's interesting just thinking about it...
Especially the chaos and disaster caused by the economy cannot be calmed down at all.
Its impact will last for a long time, even reshaping people's cognition, thoughts and behavioral habits in this area.
Obviously, a chess piece that was randomly placed at the beginning is now exerting destructive power far beyond expectations.
Whether it was the previous dumping of food that made it impossible for Cormyr to send troops, or the current collapse of Sambia's rule, it fully demonstrates that economic means can have a far better effect than military invasion in Faerûn.
Because in this world, the governance structures of most countries are in a primitive and backward state, with no decent statistical data at all, let alone how much they have produced in various aspects.
Even food, an important material that determines whether the country can operate stably, is not in the hands of the government, but in the hands of the nobles and businessmen.
This is why the oligarchs who ruled Sambia finally realized that they had no food.
"A very clever method! It has provided me with some new ideas and inspirations." Waking praised without hesitation.
Zuo Si smiled very modestly and shook his head: "It's not clever, at best it's just a low-level use of capital.
In my hometown, similar operations abound.
There are also more advanced currencies, bonds, insurance, futures and a series of more complex financial systems.
And in my opinion, the essence of trade is plunder.
Behind those seemingly consensual transactions is nothing more than the exploitation of the party with lagging behind by the party that has mastered more advanced technology.
Take an ordinary iron sword worth a few gold coins in the continent of Faerûn. On the other side of the sea, in the continent of Maztec, it can be exchanged for almost the same weight of gold, a small bag of gems, or a whole large box.
Cocoa beans.
Because the metal smelting technology of the indigenous residents of the Maztec continent is very backward.
In their view, iron products are rare magical weapons, and they are willing to exchange them with everything they have.
Once they obtain enough weapons and armor, they can wage war against other tribes or city-states, and then plunder more things and land.
Many tribal leaders even took the initiative to persuade merchants in Amn to accept slaves as commodities, and even offered very low prices for this.
However, due to strong opposition from the paladins of the Knights of the Burning Heart, the slave trade was eventually completely banned.
In the end, the port director came forward to purchase the slaves and gave them the status of free citizens and land, so that they could slowly repay the ransom money through labor.
So trade itself can be a surprisingly powerful double-edged sword.
It can create conflicts, provoke wars and civil strife, and then obtain astonishing benefits from it.
But if these methods are used too much and too frequently, they may in turn hurt themselves.
Sambia is just a small experiment I did, and now it seems that the effect is pretty good."
"Trade, capital, plunder, weapons, war?"
Waking seemed to understand something, and a frightening golden light burst out from his pupils. After a full minute, he said with a smile: "You provided a good idea. I should not limit my priesthood to trade, money and
Wealth. Instead, we should further develop capital, monopoly, economic war, and commercial plunder..."
"A wise choice.
As a business goddess, you should never be neutral, but should be inclined to evil.
A kind person simply cannot become a successful businessman.
Only those who give up their morality, conscience and bottom line, are willing to do anything in pursuit of profit, and are filled with greed and desire in their hearts, can stand out in the cruel business competition.
Although business, wealth and trade themselves do not have obvious good or evil tendencies, the most successful businessmen are bound to be evil.
Otherwise, they would never be able to accumulate such huge wealth.
And business and trade must have a certain order to maintain.
Therefore, evil law is the alignment you should present in the eyes of the world in the future."
Zuo Si explained his point of view to the goddess in front of him with sincerity.
There is no doubt that he is trying to change Woking's absolutely neutral camp.
The reason is also very simple. The absolutely neutral goddess of wealth is simply not in line with the characteristics of the businessman group.
Maybe there are honest and kind-hearted businessmen in this world, but they are definitely rare, and you may not be able to find even one among a hundred.
In addition, this type of businessman usually does not survive long in an environment of intrigue and deception, and will be bankrupted by various means and eventually become a penniless pauper.
As for the saying that good people are rewarded, most of the time it is just the self-comfort of the weak, but the reality is just the opposite.
The vast majority of businessmen, especially the big businessmen who have formed monopolies, without exception exude the aura of evil from their pores.
As for whether it is lawful evil or neutral evil, it depends on one's personal growth experience.
Zuo Si himself had secretly released camp detection on some occasions, and found that Amn's ruling class was in line with the upper class, not to mention the good camp, not even a neutral one.
Therefore, he felt that if the goddess of wealth wanted to expand her influence and gain complete recognition from the business community, it was necessary to lean towards evil.
"Lawful evil..."
Waking fell into deep thought for a moment.
After about two or three minutes, she raised her head and responded: "I will seriously consider your suggestion. However, changing the camp is not an easy thing. I need to expand the size of the evil camp believers first."
"Don't worry about this.
As trade alliances are established and commerce expands throughout the West Coast, it's only a matter of time before you gain legions of lawful evil followers.
Because this will be a period of rising capital and an era of rapid wealth growth.
Countless people will do whatever they can to pursue a better life and obtain more wealth.
Their greed and evil will become the best nourishment for you to strengthen yourself.
By the time you officially enter the realm of powerful divine power, you should be almost ready to convert your camp.
In addition, I will prepare a place for you to build your own kingdom on the ninth level of hell.
I believe that we will have more and more in-depth cooperation in the near future."
Zuo Si had obviously arranged everything a long time ago and laid out his plan calmly.
"Haha, being an ally with you is really reassuring. Well, let's end today's conversation. If I don't leave, the hell fiends over there will be dying of anxiety."
After saying that, Wo Jin blinked his eyes playfully, and then turned into a golden light and disappeared.
Just one second later, the huge portal opened instantly, and then a tall and strong Hell Fiend appeared out of thin air. With a flattering smile on his face, he took the initiative to bend down and bow deeply, using an exaggerated expression.
Greeting loudly with tone and movement: "Great master!
The supreme master!
Generous and kind host!
Please allow your most faithful servant Uzziah to offer you congratulations.
When I first met you, I knew you would accomplish great things that no one could imagine.
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Especially the darkness and evil nature emanating from your soul is absolutely superior to all devils except the Lord of Hell.
It turns out I was right.
Not long after, at the invitation of Asmodeus, you have become the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, the crown prince of one person and more than ten thousand people!
Your legendary experience and name resound throughout the universe, and it can be said that no one knows about it.
Not being able to witness all this with my own eyes is really the biggest regret and pain in my life.
Master, please allow me to kiss your boots and take my place in your court.
After all, whether it’s in terms of qualifications or loyalty, I’m better than those guys who came after me, right?”
In the end, the devil who is Zuo Si's demon pet, Usiah, finally revealed his true purpose.
Obviously, he had already learned about what happened in Baator Hell through some channels, and he was also shocked that his master could actually become a dimension lord and a unique form of great devil.
But soon, this shock turned into ecstasy.
Because in Usiah's view, since his master has become the great devil, it should be a matter of course for him to be dragged back into the hell establishment, or even be appointed as the palace steward.
When he thought that he could rise from a mere little devil to the most powerful devil in hell, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
After all, it is too common in Baator Hell for a person to attain enlightenment, chicken or dog, and ascend to heaven.
Every big devil will promote his cronies to important positions.
Regrettably, what Usiah expected did not happen.
Zuo Si seemed to have forgotten him after becoming the lord of the ninth floor, and had not even contacted him at all.
This undoubtedly made him feel very sad, painful and desperate.
I don’t even have the heart to play games with those mortals. All I can think about is how to flatter myself the next time we meet and try to get a better position.
Now that I get the opportunity, I will naturally spare no effort to flatter you. I don't have any majesty of the hell fiend at all, but look like a dog-legger.
"Go away! Don't smear your disgusting saliva on my boots!"
Zuo Si kicked his magic pet angrily.
He couldn't understand why other devils' personalities and ways of thinking would change after being promoted to Hell Fiends, but his demon pet still had a despicable and wretched temperament all over his body.
Especially the iconic fly's hand rubbing action is exactly the same as the little devil.
"Hey! So you agreed?"
Uzea quickly got up from the ground with a playful smile.
“What is the situation in Sambia today?”
Zuo Si neither agreed nor refused, but asked a question.
Usiah replied without thinking: "Everything is developing as you expected.
Especially for the rebel army, many adventurers, mercenaries and church organizations have joined. Now it has spread all over the country, and the oligarch armies they fought are retreating steadily.
Many cities can only close their gates to protect themselves. The entire country has been divided into countless small pieces and cannot support each other at all.
In addition, I also noticed that there is a dark guard named Selul Anji who is recruiting troops in your name and has captured several towns.
She had hoarded a lot of weapons and food before that, so her power expanded quickly."
"What? Selul Anji stocked up on food in advance!"
Zuo Si was stunned for a moment.
He also thought that the church established by this fallen paladin would suffer heavy losses in this turmoil, or even be completely destroyed.
"Yes! This woman is quite extraordinary.
He actually judged that civil strife was imminent in Sambia based on limited information, so he made a lot of preparations.
After the situation got out of control, she quickly raised troops and occupied the largest granary nearby, slaughtered all the local nobles and businessmen, distributed rations to the local poor who could not afford to eat, and then recruited young men from them to become soldiers.
Currently, Seluer Anji has an army of almost 3,000 men and is sweeping the south at an extremely fast speed.
If you hadn't arrived suddenly, I would have been planning to talk to her."
Uzea told him all the information he had.
In his opinion, if this woman is truly a believer of her master, then the difficulty of controlling Sambia will plummet.
As long as you give the other party a little food and win over the poor people at the bottom who make up the absolute majority in this country, the remaining oligarchic businessmen entrenched in cities and castles will not be afraid at all.