"I just got some new clues about the plague in Neverwinter."
Lord Nasir broke the slightly weird atmosphere of the scene with his concise opening remarks.
Maybe he didn't know exactly what was going on, but he could feel Aribes's boiling anger and the blood-curdling hatred towards Vanswijk.
In addition, Dumbledore's ambiguous attitude is obviously problematic.
In short, there is only one word - chaos.
But at the moment, the supreme ruler of Neverwinter is obviously not in the mood to pay attention to these messy emotional issues, and instead focuses all his attention on Deszel and his subordinates, the Church of Helm.
Although these guys still wear the holy emblem of the God of Guard, with the magic equipment he wears, he can see the black and red aura of the evil camp on each other's body.
You must know that as a lawful neutral god, although Heim can accept believers from the three camps of lawful evil, lawful neutral and lawful good at the same time, the church members in Neverwinter have always only accepted the latter two.
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Deszell, in particular, gives the impression that the god of guardianship advocates rigor, discipline, ruthlessness, ruthlessness, and absolute loyalty and obedience to the monarch to whom he is loyal.
This is also the reason why the power of the Church of Heim in the North is so huge.
On the one hand, they are guards who are loyal to their duties and will never abandon the towns and villages they protect just because the enemy is too strong;
On the other hand, they are loyal subordinates and the most perfect executors. They will never question the orders of their superiors, even if they are asked to suppress popular uprisings and riots.
But now, it is clear that the frightening red light on Deszell's body cannot be obtained by executing one or two evil orders.
This level can only be achieved in a short period of time through massacre and destruction.
And right now, the only thing that can be considered massacre and destruction in the surrounding areas of Neverwinter is the raging magical plague.
So from the moment he saw the other party, Lord Nasir believed Aribes's accusations and believed that Deszell was the mastermind behind all this, or at least one of them.
"A clue? What kind of clue?"
Before Deszel realized that he had been exposed, he immediately put on a very concerned look and probed.
Because one of his most important roles is to keep abreast of high-level decisions, and then arrange for the cultists lurking in the city to avoid all searches, ensuring that the plague can continue to spread among the people no matter what.
Without this traitor secretly providing cover, and with Neverwinter's strict blockade policy, the plague should have ended long ago with the death of the first batch of infected people.
"Arebeth, you can start to reveal the truth."
Lord Nasir turned his attention directly to his deputy.
After all, Neverwinter is a city-state dominated by Tyr, the god of justice, so both trial and conviction require evidence.
Even if he has determined that Deszell is the murderer of hundreds of civilians.
Aribes took a step forward unceremoniously and said very simply: "Stop your pretense.
Magrim is now a prisoner of His Majesty Emperor Soth of the West Coast Empire.
Everything, including the plague and the awakening of the Creator Race, is no longer a secret.
It is you who have been secretly shielding those cultists, allowing them to evade search after search and continue to spread the plague in the city of Neverwinter.
And I also know that your lair is in the cursed maze deep in the necropolis."
"What? Magorim was captured? That's impossible!"
Deszell's expression suddenly changed.
Because the name itself means a lot of things, and it is definitely not something that can be guessed blindly.
And among the entire cult, only Magrim has personally seen the queen of the creator race, Mosala, and knows the entire plan.
Once he's caught, no one knows what to do next.
"snort!
idiot!
Do you think you are hiding in the dark and no one knows?
Don't be naive!
Whether it's you or Magrim, the empire's ubiquitous spies have actually discovered it a long time ago.
It's just that they didn't take action immediately, but wanted to see what other forces were involved behind you.
If you don't believe it, you can ask Mr. Dumbledore. He has known your identity for a long time, but he has remained silent for the time being because he has no evidence."
After saying that, a mocking expression appeared on Aribes's face, she drew her sword and moved two steps to the side, completely blocking the only entrance and exit behind her.
She is obviously enjoying this feeling of being in control of everything, and is not in a hurry to make the other party pay, but to make the final use of waste.
Because after completing the move, only one Vanswijk and one guard were left between Deszell and Lord Nasir.
If the former suddenly breaks out, there is a very high probability that the latter can be hijacked or even killed.
"You knew my identity from the beginning?!"
Deszel turned his head and stared at Dumbledore who was standing not far away, trying to confirm whether Irebeth was threatening him.
Dumbledore nodded very simply: "Yes, I knew from the beginning that you were the mastermind behind spreading the plague, so I was able to successfully catch the cultists who had met you again and again. In fact, for your
Soth knew the plan very clearly a long time ago."
"If that's the case, why didn't you stop it from the beginning?" Deszel asked with a ferocious expression.
Now he had no chance at all, and he also knew that the best outcome for him would be to be caught and hanged, and he was mentally prepared to fight to the death.
"It's very simple.
Soth felt that it was always a hidden danger to hide the creator race that had withdrawn from the stage of history tens of thousands of years ago.
He hoped to take this opportunity to uproot all these guys.
Moreover, many members of the Arcane Society are also very interested in the legendary creator race, and plan to capture them all and take them back for further study.
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Too much time and energy wasted.
Especially Queen Mosala, she is just a guinea pig about to be put on the dissecting table."
When he said these words, the expression on Dumbledore's face suddenly became extremely strange and cold, which made people feel frightened.
After all, in the process of learning magic, especially necromancy, he had witnessed countless cruel and evil experiments that even black magic could not match.
I have also personally dissected living goblins, orcs, ogres, trolls, kobolds, jackals and other creatures, and transformed them into undead forms such as skeletons, zombies, and ghouls through negative energy.
Both thinking and cognition have undergone earth-shaking changes.
This is also the reason why there are basically no good camp necromancers.
It is quite rare to be able to barely remain neutral after studying necromancy magic for a long time. Most of them are from the evil camp.
Because the process of learning necromancy magic is extremely anti-human and anti-life. Once you step into it, there is no turning back.
Although at the beginning, Dumbledore was instinctively wary and disgusted with this faction.
But when he realized that the essence of necromancy was to explore the mysteries between life and death, he decisively put aside his previous kindness and moral sense and devoted himself wholeheartedly to it.
After all, this is a forbidden area that wizards on earth have never touched.
"So in your eyes, I'm like a clown trying his best to perform a comedy?"
Deszell's eyes quickly became bloodshot without knowing when, and his ferocious expression looked extremely angry.
Dumbledore smiled and asked: "What else?
To be honest, I really can't understand why you, as a human being, would worship a race of creators who lived tens of thousands of years ago.
Don't you know that when they established civilization and launched external expansion, all other intelligent races were enslaved?
If these guys successfully restore and rule the North, you will be nothing more than higher-level slaves at best.
It’s really funny that a decent and dignified person should become a slave.”
It has to be said that these words instantly caused a huge blow to Deszell, causing him to retort angrily: "What do you know!
When the great creator race ruled the world, there was no god able to interfere in the world without restraint, and the will of mortals decided everything.
They can change the climate, environment and terrain unscrupulously without worrying about interference from the gods.
But now?
All gods are eager to influence the world according to their own will and reshape the consciousness, thinking and values of mortals.
These damn bastards treat the world as their own playground and mortals as pawns and chips in their game.
All we do is hope to use the power of the creator race to defeat or even destroy the gods and restore the world to its original state."
"Ha ha ha ha!
Destroy the gods with the power of the Creator?
Your stupidity and ignorance really shock me.
Or do you really understand how powerful God is?”
Aribes was completely amused by the words of the man in front of her.
Because she had learned about the history of the creator race through Zuo Si, she knew very well that when these guys established civilization, the gods of Toril were not very active and their number was relatively scarce.
That’s why there was a short window period for the creator race to dominate the earth.
But later, as the number of gods increased, and the power of faith provided by other intelligent creatures became more and more powerful, the era came when gods dominated the world.
Perhaps the creator race does still retain some trump cards that can pose a threat to the gods, but trying to overthrow the rule of the gods is simply a daydream.
Just like Shar, the goddess of the night, wants to restore the entire crystal wall to the darkness at the beginning of creation, it is a typical wishful thinking.
"What about you? A paladin under the command of Tyr, the God of Justice - Erebeth de Timarand! What's with that evil and depraved aura in you?" Deszell said with a vicious look on his face.
asked.
"I am no longer a paladin, but a dark guard serving His Majesty Soth. Because this attack made me see many things clearly, and I also realized that pale justice and kindness cannot save anyone, it will only be because of
There is no way to let go of legal and moral constraints."
After saying that, the sword in Aribes's hand suddenly released the evil flames from Baator Hell, covering the whole person in it.
The frightening high temperature immediately made everyone around him subconsciously retreat.
Especially the guards who originally respected, admired and loved her, all showed expressions of shock and disbelief.
"How...how could this happen...how could this happen?!"
Vanswijk's eyes widened and he stared straight at the big devil's mark shining with red fire on the armor, completely unable to believe what he saw.
Aribes noticed her fiancé's reaction and asked with a slightly raised corner of her mouth: "Dear, I think it must be difficult for you to accept why I am like this, right? In fact, this has something to do with you.
"
"because I?"
Vanswijk subconsciously pointed to his nose, his handsome face full of doubts and confusion.
"Yes, it's you.
Do you know how many civilians in Neverwinter you helped Deszell kill during the plague in Neverwinter just because of your own stupidity and incompetence?
Or do you think I don’t know that you secretly go to the hotel to have private meetings with Mr. Dumbledore next to you, and often stay in the room for more than half an hour?
The most important thing is that as a priest of Tyr, the god of justice, you actually tried to cover up all this with lies and deception!
What do you take our vows and engagement to mean?"
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Vanswijk seemed to have been exposed to cold water in the winter. His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the skin above his neck and his lips quickly became extremely pale.
Because anyone exposed to such a scandal in public would mean complete social death, let alone one of the leaders of the Tyrian Church.
Not to mention being a party involved, even Lord Nasir was so shocked by the heavy news that dropped from the sky that his brain almost shut down, and his eyes kept wandering back and forth between Vanswick and Dumbledore.
You must know that although he is a very enlightened ruler, he still cannot understand the behavior of cheating on his fiancée with another old man even though he has a beautiful and charming one.
Just when Lord Nasir was about to ask for specific details, Deszell suddenly took advantage of the moment when everyone was in a sluggish state and rushed forward with a strong step, picked up the mace in his hand and smashed it towards the throne.
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"Escort!!!!"
The guards standing aside were the first to react, and immediately rushed forward with swords and shields in hand to stop the opponent.
It's a pity that his warrior level is too low and he can't resist the surprise attack of a fallen high-level priest.
With his superb fighting skills, Deszell parried the long sword with the handle of his hammer, and then avoided the shield in front of him and struck his helmet from the right side, close to his temple.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, a large crater appeared on the spot where it was hit, and dark red blood slowly flowed out along the gap.
The guard also fell to the ground in response, and it seemed that he was hopeless.
However, he bought valuable reaction time for Lord Nasir.
The already old warrior quickly drew his sword and assumed a stance to face the enemy.
As one of the most famous adventurers in the North, he had experienced countless fierce battles and dangerous situations, so he was not the kind of ruler who was powerless.
But the next second Lord Nasir realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.
Deszell's goal was not to kill himself or take hostages at all, but to directly activate a magic ring worn on his finger.
He saw a flash of green light in the air, and he lost consciousness and disappeared into thin air.
When he regained consciousness again, he found that he had arrived at a fortress that seemed to be built by the Church of Helm.
But the majestic aura of the guardian god has disappeared, replaced by filth and evil that can be seen everywhere.
Many cultists stood on the magic circle drawn with blood, constantly chanting incantations, and then summoned the demons from the bottomless abyss one by one.
Among them was a huge figure bound in flames in front of the temple. It was a powerful Balor Balrog.
"Ah, you finally woke up. How's that? You didn't expect it, did you? I actually made some arrangements for the Neverwinter Castle with the help of Vanswijk. Now you are my prisoner."
Deszell suddenly appeared in front of Lord Nasir, with a proud smile on his face.
"Give up, stop struggling to your death, your conspiracy has been completely exposed, and the empire has probably begun to dispatch troops to Neverwinter City at this time. No matter what trump cards those creator races have, the only path waiting for them is destruction."
Lord Nasir raised his head and tried to persuade the other party to surrender.
But Deszell sneered and mocked: "Sorry, I am not going to go back and accept that ridiculous trial, and then be sent to the gallows to be hanged or burned at the stake. And how do you know that I don't have any other cards to turn defeat into victory?"
?Watch it carefully, I am still going to lose this contest."
Just when Lord Nasir was about to say something, he suddenly saw in the far corner a group of dark-skinned, short drow elves discussing something with several tall orcs in underground common language.
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He suddenly realized that this conspiracy might not be as simple as he thought, and Deszell probably had many evil allies.
On the other side, with the nominal legal lord of Neverwinter being kidnapped, Irebes has obtained the power as he wished and became the temporary lord. He directly asked for help from the empire and recruited a large group of spellcasters and bureaucrats to eliminate the plague and kill them all.
The cult's slogan of retreat began to take over government agencies including the military, administration and judiciary.
Her purpose is very simple, which is to take this opportunity to completely become the master of Neverwinter City, and then use it as a base to prepare for war.
If it had been in the past, such a move would have definitely caused huge opposition.
But now that the plague has been raging for so long, the people have already become very panicked and angry. After learning that all this is actually related to the high-level officials of the God of Guard Heim and the God of Justice Tyr, they immediately found a way to vent their emotions.
mouth.
In addition, after the revelation that Vanswijk had cheated on an old man, the city of Neverwinter was in an uproar from top to bottom.
The reputation of the Church of Tyr, the God of Justice, also plummeted.
The most important thing was that Lord Nasir was kidnapped. No other high-level officials could stand up to oppose Aribes's series of actions. In the end, within a few hours, the city fell completely under the control of the empire.
Seeing the mighty legions entering the city from the portal, as well as the dragoons and giant gunboats circling overhead from time to time, Vanswijk finally couldn't help but asked in a trembling voice: "You arranged all this in advance.
?You deliberately let Deszell capture Lord Nasir?"
"No, this has nothing to do with me. Don't forget, you helped Deszel set up the portal and triggering circle in the castle hall. So you are the culprit who led to Lord Nasir's kidnapping.
"
Aribes pursed her lips and revealed a meaningful smile.
"Are you taking revenge on me?"
Vanswijk finally came to his senses, his eyes showing unconcealable fear.
Aribes took a step forward calmly, whispered into her fiancée's ear: "Yes, this is my revenge on you.
And I can also tell you.
After learning about your cheating, I also found myself a man and became pregnant with his child.
After all, it’s only fair, right?
More importantly, I have no intention of breaking off our engagement.
In a few months, I will hold a wedding with a pregnant belly and become your legal wife, and then continue to have a relationship with another man, and continue to get pregnant and give birth to more children.
Then the entire city of Neverwinter will know what an incompetent waste you really are."
As the last word blurted out, Vanswijk felt like his brain exploded with a bang, and his face was filled with expressions of shock and disbelief.
After several minutes, he covered his mouth and sobbed and asked: "Why do you do this to me? I am just a victim! You should know that those actions are not from my heart, but are caused by some kind of magic potion
Impact."
"innocent?
Do not make jokes!
You have no right to say that you are innocent!
Your stupidity, gullibility, weakness and incompetence are one of the main reasons why things have developed to where they are today.
You were manipulated like an idiot by Deszell and became a puppet under his control.
Now get away!
Disappear from my eyes immediately and go find the old man you love so much to cry and pray for comfort."
There was naked and undisguised contempt and disgust in Aribes's eyes.
At this moment, she didn't understand at all how she had fallen in love with such an indecisive good-for-nothing and even wanted to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him.
In contrast, Zuo Si, who is strong, evil, deep, calm and rational, is the true love worth all his efforts.
…
Just when the sky was changing here in Neverwinter, far away in the mage tower of Askatra, Xiorui had already arrived in front of Zuo Si with six sons of Superman who had been completed by the Shimmering Oil.
The black magic judge first elegantly performed an almost exaggerated court etiquette, and then greeted with a smile: "Supreme and great father of New Phyrexia, your most loyal servants here to pay tribute to you.
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"These are the guards selected by Jinji Tasha?"
Zuo Si glanced at the perfected Superman's son standing in front of him with interest.
Unlike ordinary perfection, which would make the whole person semi-mechanical and semi-flesh, these guys do not show much metallization due to their amazing cell strength. They just form a large amount of metal between bones, blood and muscle fibers that cannot be seen by the naked eye.
Observed nanoparticles.
These particles will quickly form as needed, including nano armor wrapped around the body like a black tights, a lens structure that enhances heat vision, a variety of melee and long-range weapons, and the body can be put into an overload state when necessary.
, releasing the excess stored stellar energy in one go.
You must know that the shining oil used to perfect the Sons of Superman contains divine blood and divine power, so they have been greatly strengthened in all aspects.
In particular, the Warp Shimmering Oil makes up for the Kryptonians' vulnerability to psychic and control magic.
In addition, these are not just superhuman abilities, but the other half of his bloodline also gives him certain magical talents and spell-like abilities. He is an out-and-out all-around warrior, the best among the best.
"Yes, Master. There are three men and three women in total. Among them, one is of dragon blood, two are of original body gene, one is of devil blood, one is of elf blood, and one is of natural god's blood."
Xiori hurriedly shook out the information about these Guard members.
Zuo Si nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad. I can feel their strength, thinking and consciousness, and their absolute obedience. Tell me, what happened to you coming all the way away from the legion?"
"I...I heard that you are preparing to start a war?"
Siori raised her head and carefully observed the subtle changes in the expression on the face of the father of New Phyrexia.
"So? You want to be a part of it too?"
Zuo Si stared at the beautiful and charming face of the Black Demon Judge and asked.
The latter quickly replied: "Yes, I am eager to charge into battle for you again and win a glorious victory.
Since the war with the Burning Legion was suspended, our army has been idle for a long time.
Rather than letting them rot and rust where they are, it would be better to engage in a new war.
After all, only war can allow us to find the meaning of our existence."
"Haha, your positivity really makes me happy.
Unfortunately, I do not plan to use the legion in the universe where Azeroth is located in this war.
Because the war with the Burning Legion is not over.
I also need you to stay where you are and keep an eye on them, and be prepared to launch a full-scale war to conquer the entire universe at any time.
If you really have nothing to do, then try to find a way to enter the Shadow Realm and Shadow Void.
Don't worry, I appreciate your commanding skills and tactical use, and I have no intention of replacing you."
After saying that, Zuo Si stretched out his hand and gently touched the smooth skin on Xiorui's face and slender neck.
This intimate gesture undoubtedly made the latter feel flattered, and he quickly lowered his head in a submissive manner. After about two or three minutes, he turned around and left with satisfaction.
But what she didn't know was that as soon as she stepped forward, a blood-red body wrapped in white porcelain, Elenon, walked out of the dark corner and joked with a smile: "See what I said before?
The ambitious Xiori will never let go of any opportunity. She has already regarded me as her biggest competitor, so she will do everything possible to suppress me."
"That's because the Mechanical Orthodoxy you created before disgusted too many Demon Judges. After all, the biggest feature of New Phyrexia is the advancement and rapid iteration of technology, which is completely opposite to the ideas conveyed by religion."
Zuo Si expressed his opinion without looking back.
Although he doesn't like Elenon emotionally, who is an out-and-out bastard, and he is even more disdainful of the other person's so-called "unification of all realms" concept.
But it is undeniable that this guy is really good at strategizing and can help him balance the various factions within New Phyrexia.
“I made a fatal mistake before, but I have corrected it now.
Compared to Karn, you are the most suitable and perfect father of New Phyrexia.
Not even Yawgmoth, who created the first generation of Shimmering Oil, can compare to you.
Especially that kind of subspace shimmering oil, which can even directly complete a person's spirit and soul without affecting the body."
When saying these words, Elenon's tone revealed infinite admiration and fanaticism.
Unlike other Phyrexian Demon Judges, she always carries an inexplicable sense of religious ritual and likes to engage in some grand formalism to increase cohesion.
"You haven't given up on the idea of Mechanic Orthodoxy yet?"
Zuo Si asked uncertainly.
Elenon responded with a smile: "Of course I won't give up. Because that is my ideal, and it can also help you complete that great plan. After all, it takes a huge amount of effort to create a soul that is comparable to a god.
The incomparable power of faith. And the only one who can do this is the white faction led by me."
"Okay, then you work hard slowly. I have already asked the perfected planeswalker to connect the Mirrodin space and time to the Warhammer universe. Whether you can create the Soul of All Machines depends on your performance."
Zuo Si ended the conversation with an indifferent expression.
Ever since he witnessed the magic of "Machine Soul" in the Warhammer universe, he had always wanted to get one to play with.
But I suffer from the fact that I don’t have professionals in this field.
With Elenon completing her work, she could finally give it a try.
After all, she is more rigorous than many bishops of the Divine Church when it comes to conducting religious ceremonies.
After seeing off the White Demon Judge, Zuo Si immediately returned to the palace in Calimport with the six sons of Superman.
As a result, as soon as the teleportation came over, she saw little Annie feeding the cats and dogs around her with the raw meat in her hand.
But the cats and dogs all showed very humane expressions of embarrassment. No one was willing to eat the bloody and fishy-smelling raw meat, and then they were caught and stuffed into it.
"Annie! What are you doing?" Zuo Si frowned and asked.
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The little guy was so frightened that he jumped up from the ground. He looked like he had been caught doing something bad and stammered: "No...it's nothing. I was playing with these little animals. They are all hungry.
Need to eat."
"Little animals? I don't remember any cats or dogs being kept in the palace gardens."
Zuo Si is obviously not so easily deceived.
Although his magical vision could not tell whether there were traces of transformation magic on these cats and dogs, he could confirm from the latter's reaction that it was definitely his precious daughter who turned people into animals.
"My mother got it specially for me."
Little Annie didn't realize that her lie had been exposed, so she still tried to fool her.
But how could her little cleverness deceive her old father who had experienced many battles?
Although the magic mixed with the power from the dark void would make it difficult to identify, Zuo Si obviously did not need to identify it and directly threw a Mordenken Disintegration directly between the cats and dogs.
In the blink of an eye, the transformation magic on the dozens of maids was dispelled, and they all got up from the ground with lingering fear.
From the fear revealed in their eyes, it is easy to see how miserable they have been by the eldest princess of the empire in the past few days.
Especially a guy who seemed to have eaten raw meat. He leaned against the wall and started retching uncontrollably, with snot and tears flowing all over the floor.
Upon seeing this, Zuo Si straightened his face and stared directly into his daughter's eyes: "Is there anything else you want to quibble with?"
"..."
Little Annie fell silent for a moment, lowered her head and her eyes rolled around, obviously trying to find a way to escape punishment.
At this time, Ayesha obviously heard the sound, so she ran over from the pavilion in the distance and asked nervously: "What's going on? What happened?"
"Well, you can see for yourself. Don't tell me that these days, you just let her do whatever she wants without any restraint."
Zuo Si pointed at the maids who had just returned to human form and the large swaths of vomit on the ground, with an obvious hint of dissatisfaction in their attitude.
"This is just a game between Annie and them. It won't really cause any harm. When they get tired of playing, Annie will naturally restore them to their original state." Ayesha quickly defended her daughter.
However, it is not difficult to see from the twinkling eyes that she is actually quite guilty.
Zuo Si rolled his eyes directly at his nominally legal wife.
"It seems it was a mistake to leave Anne to you.
You are doting on her too much, which is not conducive to her growth.
Especially to establish a correct outlook on life and values.
Look what she has done?
Randomly turn a group of living people into animals, and then forcefully stuff raw meat into their mouths.
If this continues, Anne will lose her most basic respect for others and life."
"So you're going to take her away from me?"
Ayesha's face showed strong reluctance.
"Yes, I am going to teach her myself for a while. But don't worry, I will bring her back to visit you once a month at most."
After saying that, Zuo Si directly raised his hand and activated the spherical magic barrier surrounding his daughter.
In an instant, little Annie felt that her magical power had been suppressed.
Obviously, this is the punishment she will face next.
Regarding teaching children, Zuo Si has always believed that it is not much different from domesticating pets.
It’s nothing more than making rewards and punishments as fair as possible.
Especially before the three views are established, if you want to restrain them, you first need to establish awe and let the children understand that they will be punished if they do things they shouldn't do.
Only in this way will they stop their wrong behavior when they are driven and tempted by instinct.
As for what makes sense...
Please, how many children will listen carefully to such empty and boring words.
Not to mention children, even adults will find it boring.
But the problem Zuo Si is facing now is that it is not easy to establish awe in his daughter's heart.
Because Little Annie has a quasi-divine power, being beaten, which is like the end of the world to ordinary children, obviously has no effect on her.
Unless you use an artifact above 5, any weapon with a slightly lower enchantment level will not leave any traces.
"Oh - okay. Everything is up to you."
Ayesha sighed helplessly and did not continue to mess around.
Because she knows that this is what her daughter needs most urgently.
"No! I don't want to leave! I don't want to leave my mother!"
As a quasi-divine power, little Annie's powerful perception undoubtedly noticed something, and she immediately wanted to rush to her mother to avoid her father.
But unfortunately, before her short legs could even take two steps, Zuo Si grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up.
Still want to run?
There are no doors!
"From now on, I will set rules for you.
If you do the right thing you will be rewarded, if you do the wrong thing you will be punished.
Don't try to escape, because no matter where you go, I will find you immediately.
And don't be tempted to lie and cheat to hide it, because that means double punishment.
Understand?"
Zuo Si said in a tone that he thought was quite kind.
"Hmph! Bad dad! I hate you!"
Little Annie pouted with an annoyed look on her face.
"You can hate me, but you must abide by the rules I set. Also, don't think that your mother can protect you, because even she has to obey me."
Zuo Si did not delve into his daughter's childish behavior and just continued to release his strong sense of oppression.
After a while, little Annie was clearly aware of this power that was far more powerful than herself. She no longer dared to keep a sullen face, lowered her head and said in a weak voice: "Okay, I know I was wrong.
I will abide by the rules in the future."
"Awesome! This is my good daughter. As long as you obey me, I guarantee that you can get anything you want."
After achieving his goal, Zuo Si immediately showed a kind smile, kissed his daughter's forehead, and then turned around so that she was facing the six sons of Superman.
"Did you see that? From today on, they are members of your guard and will obey any orders you give 100%."
"Guards?"
Little Annie blinked her eyes in confusion.
Because since the birth of her independent consciousness, except for her father, she has never seen anything that can make her feel threatened, not even her mother's ancestor Xia En VII is no exception.
So she didn't think she needed any guards at all.
"That's right. They live for you and will die for you. They will be the closest people to you besides your parents and brothers and sisters. Now, go say hello to them."
As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si threw his daughter directly to the female son of Superman standing on the far right.
The latter immediately released the biological force field and caught his little master steadily, his eyes full of pampering and tenderness.