When Manakorn-Anaheim saw the old woman selling goat's milk who had just closed her stall, the head of the Anaheim family, the Purple Dragon Knight, found himself feeling a little irritable.
Son of God Benn was determined to win this war, and he was already ready to join the war, fully prepared.
However, when Manakorn actually entered the military camp, he discovered that neither his previous training as the Son of God nor his role as the head of the Anaheim family was good at leading troops or even fighting in person.
exist.
Even his father, Bane, the god of tyranny, is not good at war. He is better at conspiracy and creating conflicts. Bane even hates going into battle himself. The god of tyranny regards this behavior as the responsibility of his subordinates, and
Not your own.
"If they (referring to subordinates) are gone, it means that I am gone. Don't think they are great. This (referring to fighting on the front line) is the opportunity I give them."
——Bane, God of Tyranny
Bane is risk-averse, and he will only take action when the situation is under his control. Manakorn discovered that he is the same. Aversion to risk is an instinct rooted deep in the DNA of the divine son Bane.
He also wanted to join the special military operation, but there was always a voice in the back of his mind that stopped him.
This annoyed him.
"Why is this old woman still selling things?" Manakorn said to the ranger who followed him, Andreas, the patrol leader of Suzal: "She stays here and sells her tragic story. Won't it cause unrest?
Is it a good influence? Andreas? I remember I asked you to ask someone to deal with this matter."
"Yes, Your Excellency." His follower Andreas said helplessly: "As you said, we sent people to check."
"How's the check going?" Manakorn raised his eyebrows.
"The result of my investigation is that what this old woman said is true. Her five children were all killed by orcs in the Battle of Arabelle. Later, as a refugee, she was arranged to work in the ranch by Ms. Raul. Due to her old age and physical condition,
So the ranch owner arranged for her to sell goat milk, and indeed, as she said, she was often scolded for not being able to sell all the goat milk." Andreas sighed: "Damn orcs!"
"So you didn't deal with her as I said?" Manakorn was a little impatient.
"But... Your Excellency, what she said is true." The ranger said in confusion.
"Fact? Even if it is a fact, you can't say it casually." Son of God Benn was much calmer, and he said gently: "You have to understand a big truth, Andre, the country is in an emergency period, and the relationship between us and the orcs
The war is about to break out. At this time, anything that is not conducive to the war against the orcs and any factors that may affect the morale of the army must be completely eliminated."
"This old woman is indeed very pitiful, but she is a Cormyr. Her tragic experience is to publicize the failure of the Cormyrs, and we are Cormyrs, which is tantamount to publicizing our failure. The war between us and the orcs is about to begin.
, she keeps crying here, doesn’t it mean that she is discrediting us? Discrediting the kingdom? "
"Since she has discredited the kingdom, she is no longer a poor old woman. Since she tried to discredit us, Cormyr, she is a sinner of our country and a sinner of mankind. She is a hostile force and a non-citizen and must be eliminated."
"Send someone to tell the rancher not to let her sell goat milk again!" Manakorn calmly instructed: "Look at how pitiful she is, give her a more leisurely job, and tell her to shut up.
Mouth!"
"Yes, Your Excellency." Andreas did not object.
"I have already mentioned to His Royal Highness the Duke and His Highness the Regent that the Kingdom's all-day relief to the poor and sick will only weaken the society. Why don't they understand this truth?" Divine Son Benn sighed: "They should be eliminated.
Yes, then eliminate them. This has been the history of mankind for more than 10,000 years. Do we really have to fill the streets with old people who cannot create value for society and only consume resources to be happy?"
"Yes, Your Excellency." The ranger's reply was rather vague.
Manakorn could see that Andreas did not fully agree with his opinion.
Father, it seems that it will take some time for the whole country to understand your painstaking efforts.
I will inherit your power, your throne, and your ideals. Please believe that I am the most suitable successor.
Please wait a little longer.
Son of God Bane held a piece of artifact from hell in his arms. The rune gem that was filled with the smell of blood was filled with the smell of blood and sulfur. It was like the River Styx, with countless souls howling.
This is a prop used to collect battlefield souls and is part of the transaction.
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"Orc slave?!"
In the corner of Wanxing Town, a bald singer with a special background made a very strange condition.
"That's right, orc slaves." The bald singer nodded: "I need slaves, many, many slaves, the more the better."
"Who would like an orc slave?" Samir whispered: "The obedience of orcs is extremely poor."
"Who knows?" The bald singer said gracefully: "Gladiators, slaves, soul coin materials, vendetta targets, or even sold to some women with bad habits? The drow may have placed a big order!"
Aaron didn't want to do this kind of human trafficking. No matter what, the slave trade was evil.
"It's okay, you don't want to do it, but some people want to do it. What I just want to tell you is that no matter what, after this battle, either a large number of human slaves or a large number of orc slaves will appear. By then, as long as you are willing
, you can come to me at any time, remember my name, singer." The bald singer laughed evilly: "I have a message for you, be careful of Bayer."
"Bayer?" Samir immediately realized something. The warlock was silent for a few seconds and said, "How can we trust you?"
"We can sign a contract."
"The devil's contract is not entirely trustworthy. In order to get some normal food, I once signed a three-piece parchment-long contract with a devil in Avernus, which restricted and stipulated all the details." Samir
Shaking his head, he stretched out his left arm, revealing the burn marks of the lava on it: "But in the end, I was deceived by that son of a bitch. I thought the edges of the parchment were patterns, but I didn't expect that it was also a piece of text, written in different words.
Words written in language!”
"Fortunately, I also wrote some other words in advance. He left a scar on my arm and I tattooed a flower on his face."
"Ha, the little devils are like this. They are always short-sighted and will do anything for a few soul coins, but I am different." The bald singer laughed and clapped his hands. He seemed to like to show off his superior IQ: "And I
Always like to do big deals."
"This is my contact information, when you need it...Samir, you have been to Avernus, you know how to contact me."
"See you."
The bald singer snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Samir held the hot rune stone, and the warlock said to Aaron: "It seems that our enemies are uniting."
"Is the devil's contract worth believing?" Aaron thought about the other party's intention.
The Devil and Chaos are almost not the same. The Devil emphasizes lawfulness, Chaos emphasizes disorder, the Devil emphasizes strict hierarchy, and the four gods of Chaos are somewhat arbitrary. Only Khorne emphasizes the way to advance through the skull. From the eighth-level Khorne Vampire,
At the first level, the bloodthirsty demons who have overthrown tens of thousands of worlds, the demons of Khorne are promoted in a certain order.
But it's not necessarily the case. Khorne may promote a mortal to the rank of Daemon Prince at any time just because he witnessed a wonderful battle.
Aaron remembered that there was a Duke of Bretonnia who was favored by Khorne because he defeated a great demon of Khorne. Although he harbored endless hatred for Chaos in his heart, he was still forcibly promoted to the Daemon Prince by Khorne.
This is Khorne's good brother. If he doesn't give it to you, you can't take it away. If he wants to give it to you, you can't refuse it.
It is said that all conspiracies in the world have the shadow of Asmodeus, the Lord of Nine Hells.
However, his power comes from the origin of chaos, and sooner or later he will have to go to the bottomless abyss.
Is there any possibility of cooperation between the two parties?
"It is always extremely dangerous to make a deal with the devil." Samir tossed the hell rune stone up and down, and the magician showed a strange smile: "When signing a contract with the devil, you must be cautious."
"But if you are strong enough, powerful enough, knowledgeable enough, have read the Contract of Absolute Beginning, and know how to appeal to the Baba demon who is escorting your soul, then the Hell Court in the fourth prison of Phlegosos, the city of Abrimoc, will be available at any time.
We are waiting for your arrival, and an Abyss Demon Refining Judge will listen to the reports from both sides and make a fair decision."
"If the devil fails to fulfill his promise or is proven to have forced a soul to sign a contract through magical control, he will suffer the most terrible punishment in the court of hell."
"Downgrade."
"Many people always complain that the devil has not fulfilled the contract. In fact, this is not the case. It's just that they don't know how to sign a contract with the devil, or they don't know how to litigate with the devil." Samir said seriously: "But one thing to note is that
, if you are too corrupt, have made too many deals with the devil, committed repeated atrocities, and have become accustomed to the behavior of the Nine Hells in your life, then you may be judged by the Taichu Contract to be part of the Nine Hells."
"In this case, no matter how you can prove your innocence, no matter how reasonable your case is, the court of hell will declare you lose the case."
"Because the big devil has unlimited power over his subordinate little devils."
"So, remember to do one good deed every day!" the magician said with a smile.
"Okay, thank you for teaching me so much." Aaron felt very comfortable. Samir really helped him a lot. This good friend never minded sharing.
The two of them carried several buckets of goat milk back to the camp, and distributed it to the Surun believers and soldiers from Susar near their residence according to the standard of doing one good deed a day. Everyone received at least a large glass of goat milk.
After processing the goat's milk, Aaron finally went to the field hospital to take a look at the condition of the snow elf archer Reelta.
Relta still locked himself in the room and refused to respond no matter what he called. He was completely autistic.
Evana was very worried about her brother. When she saw Aaron coming, she did not care about her image: "Sir Aaron, it's time for you to come in handy, otherwise I'm worried...my brother may not be able to accept this humiliation and will choose to commit suicide."
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"Only if you defeat that half-cinder..." Evana said this, as if she was remembering something very humiliating, and she did not say any more.
"Has anyone been here?" Aaron nodded. It seemed that Evana had already told Leerta about her defeat of Doherty.
"Only Disma came." Evana shook her head: "He stood at the door for a while and said a few words to his brother, but he didn't respond, so he left."
Aaron said nothing more. He walked into the inner room, and the complete darkness that greeted him made him subconsciously cast a light spell.
The Viscount was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
There is a large wooden barrel at the door of the closed room.