Seeing with his own eyes that two powerful dragon allies were severely damaged and captured by the enemy in an instant, Delt's already unstable emotions finally collapsed completely. His eyes were filled with frightening bloodshot, and he stared fiercely at the Moon Sea Tyrant who was holding a blood-stained javelin in one hand not far away.
Almost at the same time, the arcane spellcasters of Zhentil Keep led by Manshoon, the undead army of Sazastan, the red robe wizards, and the priests and dark guards of the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny, also set out together.
In less than seven or eight minutes, the few spellcasters in the coalition forces of the two cities were forced to flee in panic.
The defense line that had been stabilized with great difficulty collapsed completely.
Countless soldiers and adventurers had no choice but to lay down their weapons and surrender in desperation, trying to save their own lives first.
They obviously knew very well that it was impossible to outrun the combination of the swift goblins and wargs, ordinary goblins and goblin dogs with just their two legs.
In addition, although Zhentil Keep and the Church of Bane are typical evil camps, they are also lawful camps.
Once a promise of surrender and spared death is made, it will usually not be violated.
At worst, after being captured, they would be sent to places like mines and quarries to do hard labor, or they would be demoted to slaves and sold.
Anyway, it is definitely much better than continuing to put up a meaningless resistance, getting killed, and then being pulled up and turned into undead by those equally evil red-robed wizards.
It has to be said that the appearance of Sazastan and his Undead Legion indirectly helped Fuzol Chamberlain a lot and successfully dispelled the determination of many people to fight to the death.
After all, they might be able to accept their own death calmly, but they would never be able to accept that after death they would become undead creatures and continue to be enslaved by evil enemies.
In contrast, the elite knights that the city of Eltoril had spent a lot of money, time and effort to train would obviously not surrender easily.
Because they are all devout believers of the guardian god Heim.
If you surrender at this time, you will be rejected by the gods, so you can only fight to the death until the last moment of your life.
Except for a small number who suffered mental breakdown due to extreme fear and despair, abandoned their faith in Heim and chose to surrender, the rest were almost wiped out.
Especially the alien creatures summoned through spell magic, many of them have excellent flying abilities.
The cavalry's most powerful impact and speed advantages are completely useless in front of flying units.
They would either be pulled off their horses and hacked to pieces by a swooping blow, or be suppressed by low-level, large-scale control spells such as Grease and Web.
Especially when the coalition's spellcasters were suppressed, a large number of mages and warlocks who mastered the ability to teleport realized that they were doomed to defeat and abandoned their companions and fled. The remaining low-level spellcasters were either quickly killed or taken prisoner.
After the battle, they will be divided up by the Red Wizards and Zhentil Keep, and threatened with death to force them to commit evil deeds such as killing their former companions, and then spread the news.
As a result, these wizards had no choice but to accept their fate and join the former's organization, gradually becoming evil and corrupt, and eventually becoming selfish spellcasters.
As for those pastors, if they are willing to change their beliefs, they will be immediately accepted by the Bane Church.
If you don't want to, I'm sorry, please go to hell.
In short, since Zhentil Castle had rich experience in war and conquest, it was very adept at handling these matters, and there was no situation of random looting, killing, and gang rape of women like in other armies.
Their organization, discipline, and obedience are no less than those of the religious armed forces under the command of lawful good gods.
Even the chaotic ordinary goblins and the monsters that had just been recruited strictly followed orders under the supervision of human and orc officers.
Because anyone who dares to disobey or who loses control and falls into a bloodthirsty frenzy will basically be killed on the spot without mercy.
After all, although various monsters account for more than 70% of this army, they are not the kind of mob led by primitive tribal chiefs.
Quite the opposite!
Fuzor Chamberlain used the power of the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny, as its skeleton, the strictly trained officers of Zhentil Keep as its foundation, the absolute control of the Tyrant's Scepter, and a clear reward and punishment system to form a powerful legion.
All recruited monsters are usually not sent into the battlefield immediately, but must first undergo a series of training.
This is also why after the defeat, the army stayed on the river bank for so many days to rest.
On the one hand, it was to restore morale, and on the other hand, it was to train those monsters who had just been forcibly recruited, so that they could learn to abide by discipline, follow orders, and how to cooperate with each other and fight in formation.
It can even be said that the underlying tone of this army is the ultimate evil law.
However, as the supreme commander of the coalition forces, Delt had no time to gather the defeated troops and retreat back to the city. Instead, he rode on the strong heavy warhorse under his crotch and charged towards the Tyrant of the Moon Sea without hesitation, wanting to rescue the two seriously injured and captured metal dragons.
After all, he is a lawful good paladin, and his nature and beliefs mean that he cannot abandon any of his men or allies and choose to retreat.
"Hahahaha! Foolish paladin! Who do you think you are? How dare you challenge the great dark king's representative in this world?"
Fuzor Chamberlain laughed wildly and bestowed a large amount of divine magic on himself, then waved the scepter in his hand and rushed forward.
Bang! With a dull sound of a skull breaking, the horse's head was instantly smashed in the air. It neighed and turned 180 degrees in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, twitching unwillingly as it took its last breath.
Obviously, with the help of powerful magic equipment and several divine arts, Fu Zor Chamberlain used the purest brute force to bring the warhorse to an emergency physical stop.
The force he released in the previous instant even far exceeded the combined impact force generated by the weight and acceleration of the warhorse and rider.
As for Delt, who was a LV17 Paladin, he was knocked unconscious on the spot and failed to complete the riding charge.
You have to 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 gap in professional level between the two is not big, Delt even has a considerable advantage in close combat.
But the problem is that Fuzor Chamberlain is a divine spellcaster and a chosen one, and his combat power cannot be measured by common sense.
What's more, he has more than one powerful artifact in his hands, as well as a large number of high-level equipment and magic items.
Among them, the Scepter of the Tyrant that Zuo Si temporarily borrowed was currently held in his hand, while another artifact, the Scepter of the Eye of the Tyrant, was activated and floated in the air as an intelligent weapon with independent consciousness and thinking ability, continuously attacking the enemies lying on the ground.
Since the latter would continuously release debilitating rays to all targets that did not believe in Bane, Delt became miserable after only resisting twice.
If the strength attribute weakens to zero, he will die instantly, and his soul will be sucked in and imprisoned, with the same effect as the eight-ring spell magic [Soul Imprisonment].
In addition, Fuzor Chamberlain also has +5 solid magic armor, +8 protective wrist guards, a bat cloak, a ring of free movement, a ring of teleportation, etc.
But what does Delt have on the other hand?
This paladin who worships the guardian god Heim only has a +3 holy greatsword with extra damage to evil creatures, a set of +1 full body armor, and an amulet given by the church that permanently protects the wearer from evil.
If the paladin did not possess divine grace, aura of courage, and divine protection, and had an incredibly high resistance to magic, he would not feel fear no matter how terrible the enemy was.
Faced with such an overwhelming disadvantage, most people would have collapsed and fled long ago.
Although there are many heroic legends in the continent of Faerun who defeated powerful enemies with pure spirit and faith, Delt is obviously not one of them.
As he was hit by the weakening rays more and more times, his strength attribute quickly dropped to a level lower than that of an ordinary person.
In this state, let alone continue to fight, even bearing the weight of the full body armor made him breathless and unable to do anything.
As a result, Fuzor Chamberlain seized the opportunity to kick him to the ground, kicked the +3 sacred attribute giant sword far away, stepped on the chest of the armor with one foot, and said in a condescending tone: "Don't struggle, holy warrior.
You and your god can't change anything.
This land is destined to be shrouded in the glory of the great Bane.
Now I give you a chance to turn from darkness to light.
As long as you are willing to abandon the guardian god Heim and serve the great god of tyranny and become 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 will not only continue to manage the city of Eltoril, but you will also be able to take over other nearby towns and villages."
Needless to say, the reason why Fuzor Chamberlain chose to persuade surrender is that the higher the level of the paladin, the more powerful the extra power he can obtain when he falls into the dark guard.
This is a competition between good and evil.
If successful, even Bane, the god of tyranny, will be pleased and reward the person who achieves this goal handsomely.
If a paladin of level one or two falls, he can gain at most one extra Smite of Good per day, but if he is level three or above, he can gain Holy Hands, and above level seven he can summon infernal creatures as servants or mounts. At level nine he can control an extra undead creature as a companion in addition to infernal servants, and is immune to the priest's dispel or rebuke.
Once you reach LV11 or even higher, you can even instantly convert your previous Paladin class level into a Dark Guard class level.
Therefore, people like Delt, who has seventeen levels of paladin, will be given extra attention by both the good and evil camps.
Because he is a crucial weight on the scale.
Leaning to either side could potentially trigger a chain reaction and increase the power of the opposing camp.
In addition, the brilliant light emanating from his soul is also the treasure most desired by everyone from gods to demons and devils.
Nothing pleases Bane, the god of tyranny, more than tempting good to fall into darkness.
The leader of another faction of the Dark Lord, Aegason Nasser, gained almost the same power and status as Fuzor Chamberlain by leading Sammaster astray and letting the latter establish the infamous Dragon Cult.
Due to a series of reasons such as differences in ideas and struggles for power, the two often accuse each other of heresy and distort the original teachings of the great Bane.
"Bah! I'd rather die than serve your evil, dirty, filthy gods."
Delt spat at the other person in a very tough manner.
A holy knight of his high rank has already had the belief in kindness and order deeply engraved in his bones. How could he easily change his position?
"Humph! You don't know what's good for you! Since you don't want to accept my toast, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
With a gloomy face, Fuzor Chamberlain raised the Tyrant's Scepter high, intending to use the powerful magical power to enslave the other party and turn it into a puppet under his control to carry out some tasks related to massacre and betrayal.
For example, clearing out the largest Heim Temple in the city of Eltoril and publicly transforming it into the sanctuary of the Dark Lord.
When Delt has committed enough evil deeds and is hated by the residents of the entire city, control will be removed and he will be forced to face the cruel reality. Eventually, he will collapse and degenerate into a backbone of the church.
All the way from the Dragon Coast, Fuzor Chamberlain has successfully used the same method to turn several captured paladins into Bane's minions.
Therefore, he believed that as long as he did the same thing, the guy in front of him would follow in his footsteps without any accident.
Delt obviously hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem and is ready to face death at any time.
At this critical moment, a female golden dragon that was hovering in the sky to avoid attacks finally couldn't hold back any longer. She ignored the dissuasion of her other two companions and suddenly rushed down at a nearly vertical angle, trying to use the blind spot above her head to sneak attack Fuzol Chamberlain, in an attempt to severely 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 there is an enemy hiding behind and secretly watching him, he will most likely discover it.
If you reach 18 o'clock, you can even predict one or two seconds in advance that the chandelier fixed above your head is about to fall, thus avoiding the impending danger.
And Fuzzol Chamberlain's perception attribute is a full twenty-one.
So when the golden dragon's descent reached the last hundred meters, he suddenly raised his head with an evil and cruel smile on his face, and used another activated artifact to instantly give himself the magical effect of [Defeat the Enemy], and then threw the cursed javelin again at lightning speed.
Whoosh! Since the golden dragon dived vertically at nearly 90 degrees with its wings folded, it was basically like a free fall.
In addition, she was within a range of less than 100 meters from the ground and had no time to dodge, so she crashed into the javelin.
The next second...
Puff! The sharp blade containing the dragon curse instantly pierced through the neck of the female golden dragon, causing the high-temperature blood to splatter everywhere.
Although he spread his wings to try to cushion his fall, it was too late.
About a second or two later, this huge monster smashed a big hole in the ground with a bang.
Broken bones! Torn muscles, blood vessels and internal organs!
In an instant, more blood gushed out of the golden dragon's nose and mouth, as well as some minced meat that looked like leftovers.
There is no doubt that if such a collision happened to any other creature, even a giant, it would have been dead long ago.
However, the dragon's tenacious vitality did not cause her to die immediately. Instead, she fell into a state of severe injury and near-death shock.
"Brainless idiot! Do you think I won't be on guard against attacks from these giant dragons circling in the sky?"
Fuzol Chamberlain stepped on the golden dragon's head, raised his chin slightly and showed a contemptuous expression.
Seeing that another companion was missing, the remaining metal dragon immediately gave up the plan of rescuing him, quickly turned around and left the battlefield, intending to find a deserted place to discuss countermeasures, or ask for support from other companions or allies.
After all, if you can't win, call for help. This is the glorious tradition of the metal dragons in the good camp.
Especially the dragon silver, which is known as the "dragon socialite", there will always be various "suck-ups" around it.
This is why the evil-aligned chromatic dragons despise them the most.
"Congratulations! After winning this war, the army of Zhentil Castle will be able to cross the Chongsa River and capture important towns such as Sknubel, Eltoril, Tril, and Soba.
Once you defeat Baldur's Gate and capture it, you will have completely conquered this land."
Sazastan suddenly appeared out of nowhere beside him and complimented him with a smile.
But Fuzor Chamberlain did not show any joy at all. Instead, he responded coldly: "So what? In the end, I will still be making wedding clothes for others. As long as Soth is here, I will not be able to touch the vast land on the west coast of Faerun."
"Don't say that. In fact, to some extent, my situation is the same as yours." Sazastan comforted calmly.
"Yes! I'm not blind. I can see that you are being used and directed by him now. This guy is just like a monster. He can easily see through other people's minds and offer you a price you can't refuse." Fu Zol Chamberlain sighed helplessly and complained.
Just when Sazastan was about to say something, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Are you talking about me?"
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si slowly walked out of the darkness and looked between the two people with a slightly playful look.
"Why are you here?"
Fuzzol Chamberlain was visibly surprised.
Zuo Si smiled and asked, "Why can't I come?
Don't forget, you've been here too long.
If I can't advance to the designated battlefield before Baldur's Gate sends out its troops, it will seriously affect my plan.
Besides, I am not here to look for you this time, but to make a deal with Sazastan."
"trade?"
The legendary lich was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and a terrifying light symbolizing the identity of an undead creature flashed from his eyes.
"Yes, trade. I have obtained what Velsharoon is looking for, which is also a tool that can make mortals become gods. If you are interested, you can make an offer now."
As he spoke, Zuo Si took out the Eye of the Storm that was sealed inside the crystal ball under the gaze of countless eyes.
When the destructive aura emanating from this thing was felt by the people around, everyone's face changed.
Fuzzol Chamberlain could feel his heart beating wildly.
As one of Bane's chosen ones, and someone who had studied the Silver Fire in depth, how could he not know what this eye meant.
The Holy Knight Delt at the side struggled to sit up and shouted: "No! Stop! You can't do this! He will definitely use this thing to cause a terrible disaster!"
"I'm sorry, but it's not your place to tell me what to do. Besides... you don't even know what it is, right?"
Zuo Si glanced at the other person without a trace of emotion.
He certainly had no fear that the paladin would tell others what he had seen tonight.
There are only two paths before Delt.
One is to persist to the end and die without surrender, but be killed amid accusations and insults by the people he once wanted to protect and guard; the other is to be unable to bear the huge psychological gap, make a big mistake in the excitement of emotion, and completely embark on the path of darkness and depravity.
Just as the paladin was about to expound on the pros and cons, Sazastan finally raised his dry and slender arm and shot a beam of magic light from his fingertips, causing the paladin to fall to the ground unconscious instantly. Then he cautiously asked, "Are you really willing to take it out for a trade?"
"Why not? I don't want to be a god anyway.
It has no particular value to me.
But the same cannot be said for you and Velsharoon.
You know, in this world, there are many powerful artifacts and magical items, but there are not many things that can make mortals become gods.
So if you really want it, it's best not to be too stingy.
Otherwise I'll consider speaking to Velsharoon.
I believe he would 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 also have to snatch the knowledge from Velsharoon, which was also dug out from the ancient ruins.
Only when the two are combined into one can one be promoted to become a true demigod."
While saying this, Zuo Si kept throwing the crystal ball in his hand high up, catching it, throwing it up again, and catching it again. His nonchalant attitude was as if he was holding not a priceless treasure but a delicate toy.
"You want me to go to war with Velsharoon and become enemies forever?"
Sazastan was obviously no fool and immediately realized the sinister intention behind this.
But Zuo Si smiled and said, "Why, are you still enemies who will never give up?
If I remember correctly, you have been fighting each other for centuries, ever since you fell out over the position of chief of the Necromancer faction.
I believe that if there is a chance, whether it is you or Visharon, you will definitely want to get rid of the other party once and for all.
So I can help you make up your mind to eliminate 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 his hand, and then being promoted to a high and mighty god?
If you feel there is a problem, you can choose to refuse.
After all, the premise of a transaction is that both parties must be willing.
Anyway, I think there should be many people who are willing to pay a high price for this eye."
What does it mean to be fearless? Just look at Zuo Si's aggressive and arrogant attitude at this moment.
He didn't care at all what Sazastan thought, nor did he care whether the other party would hate him because of this. He just wanted to rip him off mercilessly.
"Why don't you consider donating this eye to the great Bane?" Fuzzle Chamberlain couldn't help but suggest.
"The Dark King does not need or like the power that comes from disorder and chaos. Don't just think about how to flatter him all day long. Think carefully about everything." Zuo Si scolded angrily.
moment!
Fuzzol Chamberlain fell silent, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly uncontrollably.
He also realized that he had just done something stupid.
Bane is a powerful divine force of lawful evil, emphasizing rule, discipline, and obedience.
The storm god Talos is the exact opposite. He is a powerful force of chaotic evil who emphasizes arbitrary destruction and ruin.
If there was no conflict in their duties, the two gods would probably fight as soon as they met.
Fortunately, there were not many people around, otherwise Fu Zuoer Chamberlain would have been killed on the spot.
"I can take out the two artifacts, the [Dead Moon Magical Pearl] and the [Throne of Sakshiel], as an exchange."
After thinking it over for a long time, Sazastan made a quick choice.
He was clearly aware that trading the artifact given to him by Larloch, the powerful wizard king of the Netheril era, would most likely arouse the other party's wrath.
But in the face of the temptation of becoming a god, this is obviously nothing.
After all, no matter how powerful Larloch is, he can't threaten a real god.
"Plus the Three Wishes Ring on your hand!"
After saying that, Zuo Si stared straight at the ring on the lich's finger, which was inlaid with three red-glowing gemstones.
Although with his current spellcasting ability, making this thing is not a big problem, and there are a lot of wish spells given by the fire giant every day, but why not get one for free now? You know, this thing is quite useful in many cases.
Even if you don't use it yourself, you can give it to your close ones as a gift.
"make a deal!"
Without saying a word, Sazastan took off the ring on his finger and threw it over.
Immediately afterwards, he cast an item teleportation spell and summoned the other two artifacts, the [Dead Moon Orb] and the [Throne of Sakshiel], to the open space.
The [Death Moon Orb] is a glimmering sphere that can change freely between the size of a palm and the size of a human head.
Holding it in your hand, you can clearly see the black and purple substances on the surface, like water and oil, constantly flowing, entangled with each other, and absorbing the light from the surrounding environment.
Its function is to allow the holder to cast certain spells every day and summon evil spirits from the lower planes (including demons, devils, and yugoloths) to force them to complete a task.
When the task is completed, the demon will automatically return to its hometown.
The more powerful the summoned demon is, the longer the cooldown period will be.
In addition, the [Dead Moon Orb] also has permanent effects such as telepathy and clairaudience, which can be used for divination, eavesdropping, and peeking at what someone is doing.
In comparison, the [Throne of Sakshiel] looks just like its name, a huge and heavy throne.
Its main function is to seal and enslave those powerful alien creatures.
Currently, the throne holds a hapless demon lord named Eltabor.
After confirming that there were no problems with the two artifacts, Zuo Si casually threw the crystal ball that sealed the Eye of God to Sazastan.
The latter said nothing, used the magician's hand to catch it steadily, and immediately retreated with his men.
Since he had already gotten what he wanted, there was no need to stay and waste time.
"You just handed that thing to him?"
A very surprised expression appeared on Fuzzol Chamberlain's face.
Zuo Si put away the two artifacts, then sneered and asked, "What else? I am famous for keeping my promises, and I would never do such a tasteless thing."
"That's not like you."
Fuzzol Chamberlain stroked his chin and muttered softly.
"Haha, that just shows that you don't know me well enough."
Zuo Si obviously didn't intend to reveal too many details, so he just laughed it off.
After all, he and the guy in front of him have never been the same kind of people.
The latter was willing to cooperate entirely out of respect for Bane, the god of tyranny.
Seeing that he could not get any valuable information, Fuzor Chamberlain immediately gave up the idea of asking questions and asked meaningfully, "I have now captured all the towns from the Dragon Coast to the West Heartland area according to the plan.
It will only take a few days to reach the designated battlefield - Troll's Claw.
Why hasn't the son of Bhaal named Sarevok made any move yet?
Did he fail in his attempt to seize power?"
"No! He actually succeeded.
According to the information I have received so far, Sharevok has successfully obtained the Duke election with the help of the shapeshifter.
The next thing to do is to get rid of the last powerful Duke Bert and take power smoothly with the help of Grand Duchess Lila Jennas.
This process will be very quick and will take no more than a week.
That means you only have one week to sort out the powerful people of the land.
Remember, I want to see a clean land after the war, a blank slate without any ruling structure.”
When saying the last two sentences, Zuo Si's tone became extremely serious.
As a person who has the idea of great unification engraved in his bones, what he hates most is places like the North, West Heartland, and the Dragon Coast, which are fragmented and filled with independent city-states and noble lords of all sizes.
And that useless heraldry, surnames, and family heritage.
Compared with the traditional feudal aristocracy who are incompetent and love to show off, the ruling class of Amn who are exploiting people and engaging in economic colonization can be considered enlightened and progressive.
Fuzor Chamberlain shrugged and responded, "Don't worry, those who might have hindered your rule are now either lying in their graves or have been shipped to Zhentil Keep as slaves.
You should 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 fortune to taste the ladies and young ladies of the nobility, or even buy them back as concubines.
To be honest, I don't quite understand why you are so hostile to nobles and merchants and why you want to wipe them out completely."
Zuo Si shook his head slightly and explained, “It’s not that I have any hostility towards them.
Rather, they are hindering my ability to integrate and redistribute the resources of this land.
Moreover, in a unified country, the existence of nobles who control a large amount of land resources is itself a group of cancer.
Especially the various privileges they have in their territories, which make them like a country within a country.
This is not the kind of rule I want, let alone the country I want.
As for businessmen, if they are just doing business honestly, I will not do anything to them.
But if there is any ignorant person who dares to bribe bureaucrats, manipulate politics, public opinion and monopolize, then I will not hesitate to raise the butcher knife. "
"What about the great families of Amn? From what I know, they are the ones you mentioned who not only enjoy privileges within their own territories, but also manipulate politics and public opinion, and use their power to monopolize trade."
Fuzzol Chamberlain asked with a smile.
“I have already started to strip away the 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 own large tracts of land and redistribute the land through redemption.
If you're smart, just take the money and leave according to the conditions I offer.
If they don't know what's best for them, I have plenty of legal means to destroy their families and separate them from their spouses and children.
Finally, regarding the trade monopoly, I would play a game of Snake with dozens of the richest families in Athkatla.
Don't they like monopoly, expansion and the mad pursuit of profits?
Then I'll let them eat until they become fat and strong, until they die of starvation.
The specific operation is to select several families with the highest comprehensive strength rankings every few years, split up their properties, and distribute them equally to their family members who have the right of inheritance.
Then disperse them and send them to settle in remote corners of the empire.
If the family business does not want to be broken up, it must shrink and control its scale when it develops to a certain extent.
When all the big chambers of commerce at the top begin to restrain greed and capital expansion and take the initiative to split up the family, won't the monopoly problem be solved? Moreover, I did not confiscate a penny of their property, nor did I force them to the brink of death.
Instead, an internal redistribution of wealth was carried out within an acceptable range.
Those who originally had no chance to inherit the family's huge wealth will not hate me, but will be grateful to me from the bottom of their hearts.
Because I gave them a great gift, an opportunity to break away from the control of the direct line and establish their own family.
In addition, the descendants of these split families often have a lot of money in their hands, and they can also revitalize the economy of those remote places..."
Zuo Si raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a chilling smile.
The reason why merchants have had a bad image for a long time in history, and can even be said to be synonymous with greed, ugliness, and meanness, is actually closely related to their nature of excessive pursuit of wealth and profits.
Especially the rise of modern capitalism on Earth has brought this excessive greed to the extreme.
It is obvious that the expansion of capital and the monopoly of social resources by the rich are almost unsolvable deadlocks in any modern country.
Even the most powerful central government can only curb it slightly and achieve secondary distribution of wealth at the national level by adjusting taxes.
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 eventually turning the entire country into a capital empire with powerful magical powers.
After much deliberation, he drew inspiration from a very ancient enfeoffment order and came up with this set of mandatory antitrust splitting bills.
However, unlike those people on Earth who only split up companies but not families, he not only wants to split up the companies but also the huge families as well.
In this way, when the huge monopoly groups disappear, the market will once again enter a state of full competition, leaving enough room for latecomers.
As long as the rulers carry out this behavior, no family or interest group can maintain a monopoly position for long.
The entire market will continue to make space in the upper level, and the lower level will also be able to obtain 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 possessed enough power and political skills to implement his will.
Otherwise, if there was a weaker or kinder ruler, the big families in Amn who were used to abusing their power would probably raise their own armies and rebel in no time.
After all, this splitting bill is simply digging at the foundation of their family's survival.
But as the saying goes, most people in this world like to compromise.
If you directly say that you want to carry out such a split, the big families of Am will definitely not be happy.
But if you first offer to confiscate their property and kill them all, and then offer such an alternative, they will not only accept it with pleasure, but may even be grateful.
The art of political compromise.
But in Zuo Si's eyes, it is not himself who needs to learn this art, but others.
"Hahahaha! You are truly worthy of me! The perfect tyrant chosen by the great Bane!"
Fuzzol Chamberlain could not help laughing.
From the brief conversation just now, he learned a lot of skills about ruling, playing power games and how to force others to submit, and he planned to try it out in the newly occupied city later.
(End of this chapter)
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