"Can you guarantee that Sazastan will be 100% unable to use the power of that eye to become a god?"
After a moment's silence, Alustriel finally asked the question that concerned him most.
There was no doubt that she was asking this on behalf of the Harper, Elminster, and Simb.
Because Silvermoon City and the Silvermoon Alliance are located north of the High Forest and west of the Anauroch Desert, they are separated from the Red Robe-ruled Cyre by almost two-thirds of the continent of Faerun.
There is basically no intersection between the two sides, let alone the possibility of direct conflict.
Many times in the eyes of the residents of Silvermoon City, the red-robed wizards of Sel are just a powerful evil force that is very far away from them and they need to be careful to guard against their infiltration, nothing more.
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 wreaked havoc 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 they encounter troubles.
For example, after Khelben quit the Harpers and founded his own intelligence organization, he still chose to cooperate with Elminster when he learned that Sazastan had obtained the Eye of the Storm.
But they each have their own stance.
Alustriel is interested in the stability and prosperity of Silvermoon City and the Silvermoon Alliance; Simbu is committed to preventing Agrallon from being invaded, conquered, and enslaved by Sel;
Khelben and Lyra guard Waterdeep and its surrounding areas to prevent ambitious evil men from usurping power; Dov Eaglehand, Storm Silverhand, and Hiron follow Elminster, either guarding in Shadowdale or handling various crises as leaders of the Harpers.
In addition, there is the current preacher wizard, Nomia Drathjud; the elven wizard, Sirince, who once taught Elminster magic and made a bet with Simb to see who could kill a hundred liches first (this wizard knows all the magic rituals of the high elves and created the true spell effects by himself. He can suppress the opponent in almost any spell duel. His true power is enough to rival arcane spellcasters above LV50, and is much stronger than the old Netheril people Iorum, Larloch, and Ovo, and can even be called the strongest mortal in Faerun);
A moon elf wizard who exists in the form of a soul - Abri Arofan; nicknamed "the Silent Chosen One", he served as a preacher for nearly twenty years, accepting countless challenges during this period without losing a single time, but eventually he voluntarily resigned because he was too lonely due to being invincible and became the Chosen One - Ovari Tasandre (according to the early inheritance rules of preacher mages, in order to obtain this position, one must defeat or kill the current preacher. The fact that he was able to remain undefeated for nearly twenty years shows how powerful he is).
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 or are missing.
For example, there was the Sun Elf mage Rusta Oglemir, who was said to be the most beautiful and charming of all the Chosen Ones. She was captured in the Battle of Myth Drannor, and she resolutely triggered the Silver Flame to self-destruct and die together with the enemy. Her ultimate life and death was unknown.
It can even be said that if these voters could be gathered together, no mortal force in the current continent of Faerun would be able to match them.
Even the great arcanists left over from the Netheril era were only able to be pinned to the ground.
But unfortunately, due to differences in positions and concepts, most of these voters are busy with their own affairs on weekdays, and occasionally fierce arguments and confrontations break out.
The two most serious ones were the blatant betrayals by Sammaster, the founder of the Cult of the Dragon, and another wizard named Nadrasen.
Since becoming the elect of the current Magic Goddess, Zuo Si naturally knew the general details of this group and replied with a smile: "For things like this, no one can be 100% sure, and I am no exception.
After all, the real owner of that eye is Talos, the god of storms.
As a powerful deity of chaotic evil, no one could predict whether he would suddenly intervene.
So I can't give you any guarantees, I can only say do my best.
What's more, even if Sazastan succeeds in becoming a god, what can he do? At best, he is just a demigod with weak divine power.
There are countless gods in the world of Toril, and one more or one less would not make any difference.
And when Sazastan successfully became a god, he would no longer be able to firmly control the most powerful forces within Sel and the Red Robe Wizards like he does now.
It will inevitably split internally and fall back into the chaotic situation of several years hundred ago.
So I think there is nothing to worry about.
If Elminster thinks that my handling of the matter is problematic, he can just bring his men to my house and take the eye back."
"You won't interfere?"
Alustriel probed with an uncertain tone.
"If Elminster gets it, I won't interfere. But if the eye falls into the hands of others, I will choose an appropriate time to retrieve it."
Zuo Si expressed his position very clearly.
Because he knew that even if Elminster brought his Harp leaders and his voters to attack and take back the Eye of the Storm, there would be no good way to deal with it, and he might become the target of public criticism.
In other words, no matter who gets this eye now, he will put himself in danger and must always guard against sudden attacks from unknown enemies.
In this regard, Sazastan can be said to have deep experience.
Ever since the news that he held the Eye of the Storm spread, he had been attacked hundreds of times in just a few days.
Although most of them were just tests and did not cause much damage, they still caused panic among the people.
Not to mention settling down to do research, Sazastan and his plastic ally Erinikas didn't even dare to rest for a long time. They all relied on wishing to restore their spell slots.
Generally speaking, if a normal person finds that something in his hand has become a hot potato, his subconscious reaction should definitely be to throw it away and let the enemies hiding in the darkness fight for it.
He just sat on the sidelines, watched the show, and reaped the benefits.
But the problem is that the eye of the storm is meant to make a mortal into a god.
The value and benefits it represents are so huge that even if you know it is a trap, you can't help but want to take a gamble.
To some extent, Sazastan has been caught in a difficult situation.
There is absolutely no way this guy would give up this close chance to become a god, and he would not hand over the Eye of the Storm to anyone.
Because he had no guarantee that once this thing fell into someone else's hands, he would still have a chance to get it back.
Erinikas formed an alliance with Sazastan because he realized that the latter would not trust the Eye of the Storm to anyone else and would choose to keep it himself.
All you need to do is keep a close eye on this lich and wait for your chance to act.
"Okay, I think I see what you mean."
Alustriel nodded slightly and ended the topic decisively.
After all, she didn't really support Elminster's actions in the first place, and she had done her best by helping to convey a message.
As for the conflict between the two, let's just wait and see.
Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, turned his gaze to Kui Lu and reminded her, "Madam, since the war is about to begin, I hope you and the followers of the goddess Eilistraee will be prepared. You know, this is related to whether you can be recognized and accepted by the residents of the entire surface world."
"Don't worry. I have gathered a dark elf army of thousands of people, ready to serve you at any time. We will use practical actions to prove that we are different from those evil compatriots in the Underdark."
Kuilu gave a solemn promise.
Thanks to the cruel elimination in the 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, their combat and killing experience is often much stronger than that of surface races of the same level.
Because in the teachings of the Spider Goddess Rose, waste is not worthy of living and wasting food. Most of them are either sent to be cruelly sacrificed, or are killed by their brothers, sisters, and so-called "friends".
A dark elf army of one thousand people can be used as an elite human army of five thousand or even ten thousand people.
Especially at night, their stealth capabilities, honed through rigorous training, can cause panic and chaos in the enemy's camp with just a single surprise attack.
"Great! 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 Si Chong placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the two beautiful female voters, then quickly turned around and disappeared into the crowded street outside the venue.
Watching his receding figure, Kui Lu couldn't help but ask, "Who do you think will win in the fight between Soth and Elminster?"
Alustriel smiled bitterly and responded, “If it were before, I would stand on Elminster’s side without hesitation, because he has proven himself countless times.
But now…
I think South has a much better chance of winning.
Turning around and taking a look at the representatives in the conference hall, who occupied almost four-fifths of the important towns on the entire west coast, and looking at the smiles on their faces, you can tell how popular a series of measures, including the trade alliance, are.
No one would refuse to make their life better and richer.
Similarly, no one does not want their hometown to become prosperous and full of hope.
What's more, the changes that Soth brought were not just about wealth, but also about social, ideological and conceptual impacts.
He tried to establish an unprecedentedly large and unified country by prying open the traditional aristocratic and feudal system that had been passed down on this land for hundreds or even thousands of years.
You have been active in the Underdark before, and you don't know how corrupt and chaotic the streets of Athkatra, the capital of Amn, used to be.
But now, in Soth's hands, the city has not only regained its vitality, but is also becoming more fair and more secure.
Especially the renovations carried out in the dock area, bridge area and slums, as well as the high-rise buildings that have sprung up, make them a little unrecognizable to me.
And this change only happened 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 need most and then satisfies them to a certain extent.
Compared to Soth, who can bring practical benefits and advantages to the people, Elminster's ideas are too conservative.
Most importantly, the Harper Alliance may be the best spies, detectives, and assassins in the continent of Faerun, who can stand up at the critical moment to turn the tide and prevent evil invasion.
But they have never been qualified rulers and builders, and they are simply unable to bring tangible benefits to ordinary people."
Kui Lu nodded thoughtfully. "You have a point. For a ruler, ability is far more important than faction. But it sounds like you are quite pessimistic about the future of Elminster and the Harpers?"
Alustriel sighed slightly and explained, “You don’t understand what Soth is like.
If he was determined to destroy the Harpers, it would not be a simple cleanup, encirclement and killing.
Instead, it erases the foundation and rationality of the Harpists' existence from the root, destroys their ideology and values, and at the same time deals a ruthless blow to them on the spiritual level.
Elminster is already quite old, and his mentality is becoming more and more aged as he gets older.
I'm worried that he might not be able to bear the blow of seeing the organization he spent hundreds of years to build collapse and disintegrate in a very short period of time."
"So what you mean is..."
Aoi looked up and looked at her sisters.
"What I mean is to try to maintain a close relationship with Soth and step in when necessary to make both parties reach an agreement to end the conflict between them."
Alastor did not hide anything and spoke his mind openly.
Simply put, it is to provide insurance for this conflict.
"No problem! I'm more than happy to stand on the same side with you. And Eilistraee also very much hopes that I can get closer to Soth and get to know him better."
After a little thought, Kuilu quickly agreed.
In this way, two of the seven sisters reached an offensive and defensive alliance in private, and then returned to the venue to enjoy the wine and food provided by the Church of Woking, the goddess of wealth.
According to the plan, they would stay in Athkatla for three days to discuss specific matters regarding trade and future industrial layout with representatives from other towns.
In addition, there is also cooperation with Lantan Island and Gund, the god of craftsmen and crafts.
Under Zuo Si's matchmaking, the entire West Coast is gradually combining technology, resources and markets to usher in a new era.
Since there has been no capitalist revolution on the continent of Faerun, no one knows yet what these seemingly beneficial collaborations mean.
But the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, had already foreseen the future in which she would be promoted to a powerful deity.
At this moment, she was standing on the top floor of a giant building in the super cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell, looking down at the extravagant and decadent scenes outside, as well as the countless mortals and devils' desire to trade and make money. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and exclaimed: "Everything can be traded! Everything can be bought and sold! This is simply the most perfect country in my ideal. Dear Soth, you really never let me down."
"Great Goddess, as you commanded, we have already spent money to buy this building, as well as some other surrounding land and shops."
A high-ranking female petitioner knelt on one knee to report to her deity.
"Very good! Immediately assign people to run this place to expand my influence in this city and strive to make more mortals and even demons become my believers." Wakin ordered without turning his head.
"Got it! I've already made the arrangements. In three days at most, this place will become a bustling downtown area, offering a wide variety of goods and services."
The female petitioners gave their assurances with a solemn oath.
After all, there is nothing else in the kingdom of the Goddess of Wealth except for a large number of businessmen with outstanding abilities.
As long as they come to this plane and familiarize themselves with the business environment, they will soon be able to thrive like a duck in water.
Hearing this, a satisfied expression immediately appeared on Wojin's face, and he continued to remind him: "Remember, our ultimate goal is not to make money, but to have influence and voice in this huge city.
All profits earned will be invested in advertising and funding for those potential demons who could become MPs and bureaucrats.
Within five years, I want to control at least one-tenth of the city's media and have politicians who can fight for our interests in parliament.
In this way, travelers and adventurers from other planes will bring my name back with them, and spread faith to other planes.”
"As you wish, great goddess."
The petitioners clearly sensed Waukeen's grand plan and his growing ambition.
This goddess of wealth is no longer satisfied with being just the goddess of wealth in Faerun, but wants to use the ninth layer as a springboard to enter other material planes in the entire universe, just like the god of knowledge Oghma.
Just as Waukeen was considering how to use the rules to achieve this goal, two pieces of news from the continent of Faerun suddenly caught her attention.
One of them, needless to say, is the Trade Alliance meeting currently being held in Askatla.
The other was the sudden food crisis that broke out in Sambia.
Yes!
After a long period of unlimited dumping of low-priced food, which repeatedly confirmed that the country's grain production had been completely destroyed, Bernard finally launched the second phase of the trade war.
He first stopped selling grain, then took the merchants of Amn, changed their identities, and went to another city to sell the most popular luxury goods while purchasing grain with the funds at hand.
At the beginning, the oligarchs of Sambia thought that these people were fools who would pay such a high price for grains that were so cheap that they were worthless. They packed up and sold all the grains they had, and then went to other cities to buy them to make a profit from the difference.
As a result, it didn't take long before food prices began to soar uncontrollably.
When the autumn harvest came, the towns were surprised to find that due to the impact of the previous low food prices, no one in Sambia grew food. Instead, they all switched to cash crops such as cotton, flax, sugarcane, grapes, safflower, and madder.
Needless to say, the nobles and landowners who control large tracts of land would plant whatever can make money.
As for those small self-employed farmers who made a living by growing crops, their land had basically been taken over by wealthy people due to the large number of bankruptcies in the past. They had no control over what to plant and could only obey the orders of their masters. As a result, they did not grow any crops.
This means that by this time next year, there won’t be even a single grain of food stored in the entire Sambia.
What’s even worse is that because the purchase price offered by Bernard was very high, many places directly emptied the stored grain in their warehouses in preparation for the arrival of new grain this year.
So it was no surprise that Sambia fell into famine.
The more this situation occurs, the more each family wants to hoard food and make a fortune from it, without considering the lives of ordinary people at all.
The prices of grains, flour and the like have risen fifty times in less than half a month, and there is no sign of stopping.
Many poor people who originally lived at the bottom of society could not even afford to eat black bread mixed with sawdust and weeds. They could only become beggars or join criminal gangs to make a living by robbery and theft.
Although the rapidly deteriorating security situation made the oligarchs, the ruling class, realize that the situation was not good, they sent fleets to Cormyr or other places to purchase in order to curb the soaring food prices.
But the problem is that Bernard, who is proficient in business, would never give the other party such an opportunity. He had already sent people to purchase grain from surrounding areas such as Cormier, Tumis, and Hantu, and raised the price to a very high level.
This directly aroused the vigilance of local rulers, and they issued orders to ban the outflow of grain.
The worst hit was the Valley, which was hit hardest because it had no unified country or regime, and its economic and trade capabilities were extremely weak.
Finally, under the operation of huge capital, the oligarchic rule of Sambia finally collapsed completely.
As large numbers of civilians began to rise up under the threat of hunger and death, the layout that had been planned with great effort finally began to take effect.
In particular, those rebel leaders who were supported with food and weapons swept through the surrounding areas in a very short period of time, and even captured one or two towns.
The angry people dragged out all the nobles and merchant oligarchs, including their male family members, and hung them, and used young and beautiful female family members and servants as tools to vent their anger and desires.
In an instant, violence, panic and chaos swept across Sambia, and even the Kingdom of Cormyr had to mobilize troops to the border to prevent the riots from spreading to its own territory.
In the face of such a disaster, the reaction of the oligarchs and businessmen can be imagined. Of course, they would try to sell their properties close to the riot areas at the lowest possible price, minimizing the losses as much as possible.
Otherwise, once the place is occupied by the "mob", I'm afraid I won't be able to get even a penny.
At this time, Bernard and the Am merchant group behind him finally started to take action, acquiring large tracts of land, manors, castles, workshops, mines, woodlands, and artworks, crafts, high-end furniture, etc. that had no time to be transported away at almost no cost.
There is no doubt that this is a kind of legal plunder and also a feast for capital.
Without any military action, the people of Amn destroyed their greatest competitor in Faerûn through commercial means alone.
No! Not only did they disintegrate and destroy, they also managed to take control of the country.
Whatever the outcome of this civil war, Sembia will become a puppet of Amn.
Because after the war, the locals 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 that does not violate any laws.
Obviously, this bloodless war refreshed the cognition of the goddess of wealth, Waukeen, and made her realize that there is still a lot of potential to be tapped in terms of wealth and trade.
So she used her divine power to send a signal to Zuo Si who was far away in Askatla.
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: "You called me here from afar, is there something important?"
"Did you plan this operation in Sembia?"
As he said this, there was a gleam of great excitement in Woking's eyes.
"Ah! So that's what it is.
Yes, I planned it.
The Council of Six of Amn wanted my help in eliminating the threat from Sembia, so I gave them an idea.
But then I put that behind me when I decided to replace them and build a West Coast empire.
But now it seems that Bernard is doing a good job.
If the merchants of Amn finally succeed in controlling Sembia, I can then block Cormyr's ties with the outside world by land and sea, forcing it to sign some treaty and join the trade alliance."
Zuo Si touched his chin and explained with interest.
From Baldur's Gate to the Dragon Coast and then to Sembia, he has inadvertently expanded his sphere of influence to the Vale, Elminster's hometown.
I wonder what kind of expression the great sage of Shadow Valley would have when he came back from a trip outside and found that his house was almost robbed.
It's fun just thinking about it…
Especially the chaos and disaster caused by the economy cannot be calmed down in a short period of time.
The impact it causes will last for a long time and may even reshape the cognition, thinking and behavioral habits of people in this area.
Obviously, the chess piece that was randomly placed at the beginning is now exerting a destructive power far beyond expectations.
Whether it was the previous dumping of grain that made it impossible for Cormyr to send troops, or the current collapse of Sembia's rule, it fully demonstrated that economic means can produce far better results in the continent of Faerun than armed invasion.
Because in this world, the ruling structures of most countries are in a primitive and backward state, there are no decent statistical data at all, and they don't even know how much they have produced in various aspects.
Even food, an important material that determines whether a country can continue to operate stably, is not in the hands of the government, but in the hands of nobles and businessmen.
This is why the oligarchs who ruled Sambia only realized at the last moment that they had no food left.
"It's a very clever method! It provides me with some new ideas and inspirations." Wojin praised generously.
Zuo Si smiled modestly and shook his head: "It's not that brilliant, at best it's just a low-level use of capital.
In my hometown, similar operations are everywhere.
There are also more advanced currencies, bonds, insurance, futures and other more complex financial systems.
And in my opinion, the essence of trade is plunder.
Behind those transactions that seem to be consensual, there is nothing more than the party with more advanced technology exploiting the party with less advanced technology.
Take an ordinary iron sword that is worth a few gold coins in the continent of Faerun. It can be exchanged for almost the same weight of gold, a small bag of gems, or a whole box of cocoa beans in the Maztec continent across the sea.
Because the metal smelting technology of the indigenous people of the Maztec continent was very backward.
In their view, iron products are rare and powerful weapons, and they are willing to exchange them for everything they have.
Once they had enough weapons and armor, they could wage war on other tribes or city-states and plunder more things and land.
Many tribal leaders even took the initiative to persuade the merchants of Amn to accept slaves as commodities, and even offered very low prices for them.
But due to strong opposition from the paladins of the Order of the Burning Heart, the slave trade was eventually banned completely.
In the end, it was the port manager who purchased the slaves and granted them the status of free people and land, so that they could slowly repay the money for their redemption through labor.
So trade itself can be a powerful double-edged sword.
It can create conflicts, provoke wars and civil unrest, and gain astonishing benefits from them.
But if these methods are used too much or too frequently, they may backfire and hurt yourself.
Sambia is just a small experiment I did, and it seems to be working well now."
"Trade, capital, plunder, weapons, war?"
Wakin seemed to understand something, and a terrifying golden light burst out of his pupils. After a full minute, he smiled and said, "You have provided a good idea. I should not limit my ministry to trade, money, and wealth. Instead, I should further develop capital, monopoly, economic war, commercial plunder..."
“A wise choice.
As the goddess of business, you should never be neutral, but should lean towards evil.
A kind person simply cannot become a successful businessman.
Only those who abandon morality, conscience and bottom line, are willing to do anything for the pursuit of profit, and whose hearts are full of greed and desire, can stand out in the cruel business competition.
While business, wealth, and trade themselves do not have obvious good or evil tendencies, the most successful businessmen are inevitably evil.
they Otherwise would never have been able to accumulate such huge wealth.
Moreover, business and trade must have a certain order to be maintained.
Therefore, lawful evil is the alignment you should present to the world in the future."
Zuo Si sincerely explained his views to the goddess in front of him.
There is no doubt that he is trying to change the absolutely neutral camp of Waukeen.
The reason is very simple. The absolutely neutral goddess of wealth does not conform to the characteristics of the business community at all.
Perhaps there are honest and kind businessmen in this world, but they are absolutely rare, and you may not be able to find one among a hundred.
In addition, such businessmen usually cannot survive long in an environment full of intrigues and deceptions. They will be bankrupted by various means and eventually become penniless paupers.
As for the saying that good people will be rewarded, most of the time it is just self-consolation 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 evil from their pores.
As for whether it is lawful evil or neutral evil, it depends on one's growth experience.
Zuo Si himself had secretly released faction detection on some occasions, and found that among Amn's ruling class and upper society, there was not even a neutral person, let alone a good 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 for her to lean towards evil.
"Lawful Evil..."
Wakin 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 camps is not an easy thing. I need to expand the scale of the evil camp's believers first."
"Please don't worry about this.
With the establishment of a trade alliance and the expansion of commerce throughout the west coast, it is only a matter of time before you gain a large number of Lawful Evil followers.
Because this will be a period of the rise of capital and also an era of rapid growth of wealth.
Countless people will do anything to pursue a better life and gain more wealth.
Their greed and evil will become the best nourishment for you to grow yourself.
Once you have officially stepped into a powerful divine power, you should be able to convert your camp.
In addition, I will prepare a place for you in the ninth level of hell to build your own kingdom.
I believe that in the near future, we will have more and deeper cooperation.”
Zuo Si had obviously arranged everything long ago and calmly put forward his plan.
"Haha, it's reassuring to have you as an ally. Well, let's end today's conversation here. If I don't leave now, the hell demons over there will be anxious to death."
After saying that, Wojin winked playfully, then turned into a streak of golden light and disappeared on the spot.
Just one second later, the huge portal opened instantly, and a tall and strong hell demon appeared out of thin air, with a flattering smile on his face. He took the initiative to bend down and bowed deeply, and was greeted loudly in an exaggerated tone and action: "Great master!
Supreme Master! Generous and merciful Master! Please allow your most faithful servant Usiah to congratulate you.
When I first met you, I knew you would achieve something unimaginable.
In particular, the darkness and evil nature emanating from your soul is absolutely superior to all demons except the Lord of Hell.
It turns out I was right.
Not long after, at the invitation of Asmodeus, you became the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, the crown prince second only to the emperor!
Your legendary experience and name resound throughout the universe, and it can be said that everyone knows about it.
Not being able to witness all of this with my own eyes is truly the greatest regret and pain of my life.
Master, allow me to kiss your boots and take my place in your court.
After all, whether in terms of seniority or loyalty, I am better than those guys who came later, right? "
In the end, this devil who was Zuo Si's pet, Usea, finally revealed his true purpose.
Obviously, he had learned about what happened in Baator through some channels a long time ago, and was also shocked that his master could become a level lord and a unique form of the great devil.
But soon, this shock turned into ecstasy.
Because in Usea's view, since his master has become a great devil, it should be natural to bring him back to the organization of hell, or even to appoint him as the chief steward of the palace.
He couldn't help but tremble with excitement at the thought of his ability to leap from a mere little devil to the most powerful devil in hell.
After all, it is very common in Baator Hell for one person to achieve success and everyone around him to benefit from it.
Every great devil will promote his own confidants to important positions.
Unfortunately, what Usia expected did not happen.
After becoming the lord of the ninth level, Zuo Si seemed to have forgotten him and never even contacted him.
This undoubtedly made him feel very sad, painful and desperate.
I didn't even have the heart to play games with those mortals. My mind was filled with thoughts on how to flatter them the next time they met and try to get a better position.
Now that he had the chance, he naturally spared no effort in flattery. He did not have any of the dignity of a hellish devil at all. Instead, he acted like a lackey.
"Get away! Stop smearing your disgusting saliva on my boots!"
Zuo Si kicked his magical pet in annoyance.
He was a little confused as to why other demons' personalities and ways of thinking would change after they were promoted to the Hell Demon Refiners, but his own demon pet was still shrouded in a lowly and vulgar temperament.
Especially the iconic fly rubbing hand action, which is exactly the same as when he was a little devil.
"Hey! So you agree?"
Uthea quickly got up from the ground with a playful smile.
"What is the current situation in Sambia?"
Zuo Si neither agreed nor refused, but raised a question.
Usea replied without hesitation: “Everything is going as you expected.
Especially on the rebel side, many adventurers, mercenaries and church organizations have joined, and now they are everywhere, defeating the oligarchic armies.
Many cities could only close their gates to barely protect themselves, and the entire country had been divided into countless small pieces that were unable to support each other.
In addition, I also noticed that a dark guard named Celul Dark Hope was recruiting troops in your name and had captured several towns.
She had stockpiled a lot of weapons and food before this, so her power expanded very quickly."
"What? Selul Anji stockpiled food in advance!"
Zuo Si was stunned for a moment.
He thought that the church founded by this fallen paladin would suffer heavy losses in this turmoil, or even be completely destroyed.
"Yes! This woman is quite extraordinary.
With limited information, he was able to determine that civil unrest was imminent in Sambia, and therefore made a lot of preparations.
When the situation got out of control, she quickly raised an army and occupied the largest granary nearby, slaughtered all the local nobles and merchants, distributed rations to the local poor who could not afford food, and then recruited young and middle-aged men from them as soldiers.
At present, Selul Anji has an army of nearly three thousand people under his command, and is sweeping across the south at a very fast speed.
If you hadn't come unexpectedly, I would have gone to talk to her."
Usia told all the information he had.
In his opinion, if this woman is truly a believer of the master, then the difficulty of controlling Sambia will plummet.
As long as we give them a little bit of food and win over the poor people who make up the absolute majority of the country, the remaining oligarchic merchants entrenched in the cities and castles will not be a problem at all.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
