Because strictly speaking, this is not much different from coming back to life.
After all, the essence of many resurrection spells is to pull the soul back from the various outer planes and the realm of the gods, and then put it back into a corpse that is not seriously damaged.
If the body is severely damaged, we must first find a way to repair it. At least the brain, heart and various important organs must not be damaged.
Otherwise, the resurrected target's soul might just be summoned back, and he would have to experience the pain of sudden death again immediately.
Fortunately, when Sancho's soul was sucked away by the passage, his body did not suffer any harm.
So just a few seconds after the cross-dimensional teleportation ended, he opened his eyes again and struggled to climb up from a thick branch of the Tree of Life.
The next second...
The boy's pupils suddenly dilated as he saw a scene that he would never forget.
To be precise, the giant tree in front of us that supports the tree city Sodannisla has now completely withered and died, losing all vitality.
Dark red liquid like blood flowed out from the cracks in the tree trunk. It looked like sticky plasma and some kind of gum-like substance, densely covering every corner of the giant tree.
If you look closely, you can find that after these sticky substances solidify into water droplets of varying sizes, faces of pain, despair and sadness will appear on the surface.
There is no doubt that this tree of life, which symbolizes the fate of the Forest Elf Kingdom, is completely dead, and there is not even the slightest possibility of resurrection.
Its most precious energy has been completely drained, causing large tracts of surrounding forests, bushes, and grass to wither, and the land has become extremely barren.
What's even more terrifying is that within the range of the Tree of Life's influence, everything has been distorted by some evil force.
Those dead trees took on a creepy anthropomorphic appearance, and from time to time they would emit painful howls and screams like intelligent creatures from their mouth-like holes.
Even though it is noon with the sun hanging high above our heads, which is also the time when positive energy is at its most abundant, the surroundings still exude a cold, gloomy and decadent atmosphere.
Sancho couldn't believe it. He had just left this place not long ago, but everything seemed to have become completely different.
At the same time, in the city of Sodanisla in the treetops, thousands of ghosts twisted by evil forces can be seen fighting each other frantically.
They seem to have immortal bodies. No matter how many times they die, they will quickly be reborn in the same place and join the eternal killing again.
In addition, near the wooden stake not far away, you can see Erinikas standing still like a sculpture.
He should have been dead, but now not only were his eye sockets filled with dark red plasma, but even the torn hole in his chest was filled with blood, leaving him in a strange state of neither life nor death.
"Teacher...what exactly happened here?" the boy asked in a slightly trembling voice.
Zuo Si answered directly: "After you were pulled into the kingdom of Baal, the Blood Throne not only drained all the energy of the Tree of Life, but also injected the power of killing and death to completely pollute this place and transform it into its current state. Obviously, your father is trying to use this method to make mortals more afraid and scared of him."
"For resurrection?"
Sancho seemed to understand something, and there was a strange light in his eyes.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, for resurrection.
The remaining spirit of Baal has realized that I am interfering to prevent his resurrection, so he wants to do something big to bypass me.
To do this, he even consumed the divine power stored in the Blood Throne.
Likewise, the powers of all the Sons of Bhaal were greatly enhanced almost entirely to achieve this goal.
After all, the death of a god does not mean that he will completely lose his perception and consciousness.
Their spirit and philosophical thoughts still exist in the universe, and they can continue to think and make a series of plans.
So don't underestimate Baal, his control over the Blood Throne is simply beyond the reach of your sons of Baal."
"And what about Aberdare and Erinikas?"
Sancho stared at his teammate who was lying next to Irenicas like a corpse and continued to ask questions.
Although he already had some guesses in his heart, he still hoped to get a definite answer.
"What do you think Erinikas stole from Aberdare? Was it just divine power and divinity?
No! He also stole the soul, a very, very large piece of the soul.
So the souls of these two people have long been intertwined.
Although Aberdair destroyed Erinikas' body on a material level, he did not destroy his spirit, nor did he take back his soul.
Therefore, there is bound to be a battle of souls between them.
As for the others, they were probably forcibly dragged by Aberdar into an independent dimension in the Kingdom of Baal, just like the one you entered.
Now we just need to wait a few days for the results.
I don't think the God of Murder would allow an elf to usurp his power and become a new god."
Zuo Si gave a straightforward explanation.
This is why he keeps emphasizing that Erinikas stole the "fate" of Aberdare.
After losing such a large piece of his soul, Aberdair could no longer be considered a complete son of Bhaal, and could not bear to cross the limits of mortals and completely spiritualize himself into a god.
Only by taking everything back will this guy be qualified to compete with the Five Clans.
"Divine power, divinity, spirit, soul, and understanding and sublimation at the philosophical level. God is really a very complex creature."
After realizing that his teammates were not in any danger, Sancho couldn't help but sigh.
He has experienced so much and grown so much along the way that he can't even connect with the self who was fleeing and wandering before.
Especially the improvement in strength, knowledge and ideological realm, it is not enough to describe it as a complete transformation.
But soon, the boy realized a problem. He had ignited the spark of divinity. Did it mean that he could only go down the path of deification? Just as he looked up to ask his mentor for advice, he found that Zuo Si had teleported everyone, including Aberdare and Imoen, away, and was holding a few small cards emitting green and white light in his hand.
Before Sancho could react, all these small cards began to release terrifying energy, instantly covering the Tree of Life along with the polluted and eroded land and plants.
The terrifying positive energy directly expelled Baal's evil power, and then the huge natural force repaired the twisted land beneath his feet at an unimaginable speed.
Even the dead Tree of Life snapped in the middle, and a large number of new shoots grew out from the withered and decayed trunk.
And these new shoots grow into vines, different types of trees, and other plants in a very short time.
Those distorted ghosts also quickly transformed into forms close to nature spirits. Not only did they stop fighting and regain their sanity, but they also quickly merged with the surrounding environment and turned into beings similar to tree spirits, water goblins, and tree people.
The gray sky above turned into a beautiful light blue again, and the white light shone through the dense leaves into the forest again.
Sancho couldn't believe it. The forest was a haunted place one second and turned into the complete opposite the next.
What a powerful force this is! You have to know that even if he has become a quasi-god, it is absolutely impossible for him to do this.
It is obvious that Zuo Si used the power of the planeswalker to directly restore the ecology of Sodanisla and the surrounding areas of the Tree of Life.
After all, the invasion and pollution caused by the Blood Throne is essentially still a confrontation of energy.
When the evil power of Baal overcomes the natural forces of the land, vegetation must wither, die, and become twisted.
But if more positive energy and natural energy are injected, the evil power of Baal can also be expelled and everything can be restored to its original state.
However, most mortals are not qualified to control so much energy, and usually can only pray for help from gods.
But for a planeswalker like Zuo Si who already has a LV25 spark level, he only needs to activate a few high-level spell cards containing energy of corresponding attributes.
It can also absorb Baal's divine power as a replenishment.
Thanks to the ninth level of Baator Hell, a rear base that can continuously provide huge energy, both the level of the mage and the quality of the cards in his hand can be improved very quickly.
This is also the reason why he cooperates so well with Asmodeus to continuously conduct business in other worlds and harvest souls crazily.
Although he had to pay taxes to the Lord of Hell for every soul harvested, Zuo Si himself could also obtain a considerable share to improve himself.
In addition to the LV25 planeswalker level, there is also a total of LV38 mage professional level, LV37 natural spellcasting level similar to that of a warlock, and LV32 priest professional level.
Including LV6 Mage, LV10 Mystic, LV5 Archmage, LV7 Rainbow Apprentice, LV10 Lord of Arcane, LV22 Priest level...
The arcane spellcasting level, especially the improvement of the legendary profession of the Lord of Arcane, mainly comes from the rewards for reading the scrolls of Netheril.
The warlock's spellcasting level is derived from the innate spellcasting ability of dragons and archdevils.
As for the priest level, Talona would secretly add a little bit every time her own divine power was greatly improved, and over time it became what it is now.
In addition, Zuo Si also has a warrior professional level obtained through swordsmanship training, as well as additional melee expertise brought by the great devil and the dragon.
Nowadays, he has no so-called "weaknesses" at all and is a standard hexagon.
However, this hexagon is not very standard, but slightly biased.
Feeling the revitalized land around him, as well as the Baal power that he had absorbed and was transforming, Zuo Si nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad! It seems that at my current level, even if I don't use quasi-divine power and other trump cards, I should be able to defeat demigods and weaker divine powers with just the control of energy by a planeswalker."
There is no doubt that compared with those passionate protagonists who like to achieve self-breakthroughs and defeat the strong with the weak in fierce battles, he pays more attention to continuous preparation and accumulation to ensure that he always has more means to reverse the situation than the enemy.
Zuo Si always believed that victory or defeat is just a manifestation of an inevitable result.
The truly decisive factor is actually the long period of learning, accumulation and preparation before that.
After all, it is rare for sudden and accidental factors such as the weak defeating the strong to dominate. Instead, the most common situation is that the strong wantonly ravage and crush the weak.
"Teacher, this should be a power that only a very small number of powerful gods can possess, right?"
There was a tremor in Sancho's voice.
Because the material world is not an outer plane, it is not possible to carry out large-scale environmental transformation through divine power.
Although it is easy to destroy something, restoring an area that has been eroded, polluted, and distorted by supernatural forces is not an easy task, even for God.
Otherwise, the continent of Faerun wouldn't have so many extreme terrains such as deserts caused by magic and war, as well as places that have been transformed by demons, devils, shadows and undead creatures and are not suitable for living people at all.
Zuo Si smiled and responded, "It depends on how you define God. If you think that God is just someone who possesses a powerful force that mortals cannot reach, then there are too many similar beings in this universe. And the planeswalker I represent is one of them."
"You mean... when a planeswalker becomes powerful enough, he can gain power on par with the gods?"
Sancho's eyes lit up instantly, his face full of excitement and anticipation.
Because he had seen his mentor demonstrate the power of a planeswalker more than once, he was full of yearning for this special profession that allowed him to travel freely between various planes and even the universe.
In the boy's opinion, being a planeswalker was much freer than being a god.
“That’s right.
In fact, the end of the planeswalker, to a certain extent, is another kind of god who possesses the power of creation and destruction.
It's just that they are not bound by any form of constraints and do not need the faith of mortals.
That's one of the reasons why I've never been interested in becoming a god."
Zuo Si undoubtedly saw through the thoughts of his cheap disciple and gave a very straightforward explanation.
He didn't want to interfere too much as to whether Sancho chose to become the new God of Murder, or gave up this opportunity that made countless mortals crazy and embarked on the path of a planeswalker.
But as a mentor, it is okay to provide an original spark that has not undergone any upgrades.
Especially as the number of linked and invaded worlds increases, Zuo Si can always find seeds with the potential to become planeswalkers on some densely populated planets.
At that time, we just need to find these lucky ones, and then test them repeatedly through various deadly dangers until their spark is completely ignited and they become the first planeswalkers.
The next thing to do is to capture the target instantly through a sneak attack, and then forcibly peel off the spark.
What remains at the end is to tamper with the other person's memory so that he or she completely forgets the experience and returns to his or her original life.
As compensation, Zuo Si would leave the other party some knowledge, magic items or a large sum of money.
Now, he has four new sparks in his hands, and is planning to set up an organization composed exclusively of planeswalkers to fight against the old dragon Nicol Bolas and his minions.
Sancho took a deep breath and forced himself to stay calm, then cautiously asked, "Can I still become a planeswalker now?"
"You are not qualified to be a planeswalker, because there is no spark deep in your soul that has not yet been ignited.
What's more, the spark of the planeswalker and the divine spark of the gods are in conflict with each other.
When you get one, it's impossible to get the other.
That is to say, under normal circumstances, from the moment you ignite the divine spark and become a quasi-god, you are destined to have no chance of becoming a planeswalker.
But you are lucky.
Because soon Io, the God Above Gods, will send messengers to supervise the Sons of Bhaal's fight for the Blood Throne to prevent you from causing too much damage to this world.
This means that as long as you can persist to the end and win the final victory.
There should be a chance to choose to become a new god or give up all the power related to God and return to being a mortal again.
If you choose the latter, you can get a spark from me and embark on the path of a planeswalker.
But you have to remember that this spark is not free, but requires you to pay a certain price for it. "
When saying this, Zuo Si's tone was particularly serious and solemn.
From the moment he decided to embark on the path of a planeswalker, Sancho's identity was no longer a simple apprentice, but something closer to a partner, companion, and ally like Shane VII.
While gaining benefits, one must also bear corresponding responsibilities and obligations.
Instead of accepting his teaching and protection unilaterally and free of charge as is the case now.
Sancho obviously realized this, and immediately put one hand on his chest and bowed: "Don't worry, mentor.
I will prove myself worthy of a Planeswalker Spark through my actions.
And I will never forget that it was you who helped me in the most difficult time.
Even if I gain the ability to be independent one day, I will still respect you and be willing to obey your orders. "
"In that case, then you should treat the journey ahead as a cruel test."
As he spoke, Zuo Si waved to Davidian who was standing beside him.
The latter understood immediately, walked straight to the boy and asked softly: "Are you ready?"
"Ready for what?"
Sancho blinked in confusion.
“War and killing, of course.
Just over an hour ago, the army of fire giants marching through the mountains had already set out, heading towards the city of Saraduxu in a mighty manner.
Leading the group was none other than a powerful son of Baal named Yagasura.
It is said that he is immortal and no matter what kind of injury he suffers, even if his head is chopped off, he can quickly recover in a short time.
All you have to do is hold off the fire giant's attack and find a way to kill him."
Davidian briefly introduced the current situation.
Needless to say, the connection from the Blood Throne has greatly enhanced the power of the Sons of Bhaal, while also multiplying their ambitions and bloodthirstiness.
Yagasula, who had been somewhat afraid of the West Coast Empire before, finally could no longer hold back and took action.
His reason for attacking Saradush was simple.
Only when the city fell and was in his hands could his army of fire giants continue south to attack Xiandai and Abazig.
So even if the Son of Baal is no longer in this city, Yagasura will still make it his primary strategic target.
"The son of Baal, the fire giant who possesses an immortal body?!"
After hearing the news, Sancho felt like his worldview had exploded.
He simply could not imagine how cruel his god-father was, to the point that he would not even spare species like the fire giants.
No wonder mortals in some places worship Baal as a god of fertility.
“Don’t make a fuss.
According to incomplete statistics, Baal probably created thousands of descendants before his death.
Almost all races and monster encyclopedias are covered.
Anyway, keep doing your best, I look forward to your wonderful performance."
Zuo Si patted the boy on the shoulder, then opened the portal and disappeared on the spot, not paying any attention to the body of the Elf Queen Alixing under his feet.
As the Tree of Life withered and died, she also faced the end of her life like Erinikas.
Along with it died the future of the entire forest elf kingdom.
At this point, the Wildas Forest was finally completely incorporated into the rule of the West Coast Empire.
Although there are still some scattered elven villages in hidden corners, after losing the leadership of the city of Sodannisla, they can no longer pose any substantial threat.
The small action of the remnant soul of Baal successfully eliminated the last political risk within the empire.
At this point, an unprecedented centralized central government was truly established within the scope of Zuo Si's rule.
With the end of the Forest Elf Kingdom, he finally found time to return to the royal palace in Calin Port, intending to handle some government affairs.
Especially the resettlement of those high-quality elf refugees.
But just when he arrived at the door of the Cabinet Office, he suddenly saw the important ministers staring at a map with serious faces, and a general was making marks of different colors on the map.
Out of curiosity, Zuo Si immediately stepped forward and asked, "What's going on? Are we going to war?"
"Your Majesty! You are finally back.
Please look at this map.
According to the information provided by Saradush, they have discovered a large number of fire giants on the edge of the mountains they are traveling on.
If nothing unexpected happens, these fire giants are here to capture the city.
We are discussing how to send troops to resist the opponent's attack."
Prime Minister Xiaode Tarovin immediately stood up and briefly introduced the situation.
Even though it involved a battle with a legion of fire giants that was far more powerful than the human army, he did not panic at all.
Because with the current military and magical strength of the empire, let alone a mere one or two thousand fire giants, even if you add another zero at the end, it is impossible to cause any devastating damage.
Putting aside other things, the combination of aerial gunships and dragon knights demonstrated before is enough to kill these slow and clumsy giants on the way to charge.
Not to mention that there are a large number of magic academies in the empire and a large group of wizards that can be recruited at any time.
Precisely because there are enough trump cards, the entire cabinet presents an orderly and relaxed atmosphere when dealing with such emergencies.
Several senior generals were eager to lead their troops to wipe out these ignorant "big fools" and use their corpses and heads to let the world see the unfathomable depth of the empire.
After understanding the situation, Zuo Si immediately waved his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Don't worry about this matter. I have handed it over to Sancho and David to handle it. With them here, Saraduxu will be fine."
"What? Doesn't that mean we have wasted a lot of time discussing the specific plan of sending troops?" Xiaode Tarovin couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
Because Saradushu has two information transmission systems, one is the public administrative route and the other is the secret intelligence route.
The former is connected with the administrative and bureaucratic systems, while the latter is given priority to being delivered to Zuo Si himself or organizations such as the Arcane Mystic Society controlled by him.
Therefore, when Zuo Si was the first to obtain the intelligence and make arrangements, it was easy for the cabinet to do useless work.
Fortunately, except for very rare cases, Zuo Si usually did not interfere with the operation of the bureaucratic system, but allowed these important officials to display their talents.
"It's not a waste of time, just think of it as training your ability to deal with emergencies.
In fact, most of what happens in the area surrounding Saradush is related to the Sons of Bhaal.
When dealing with these dangerous elements who already possess the power of legends, quasi-gods, or even demigods, ordinary armies are of no use at all and will instead cause those elite troops to die in vain.
Apart from this incident, is there anything else worth noting in the empire recently?"
As he spoke, Zuo Si walked straight to the throne made of gold and gems at the end of the hall and sat down on it.
To be honest, things like this that are used to show power, wealth and status are usually not very comfortable.
Although gold is relatively soft among many metals, it is still hard and cool for the butt.
He really couldn't understand what the emperors of the Shan Dynasty had in mind that they would spend so much money to build such a broken thing and make themselves suffer.
Upon hearing that the sudden attack by the Fire Giant was actually related to the Son of Bhaal, the senior generals who were originally eager to try immediately frowned.
As the top ruling class of a country, they are not commoners who may not even know how to read, and they have many channels to get news about the Son of Baal.
If there is any common characteristic of these sons of God, it is that anyone who comes into contact with them will become unfortunate, and the closer the relationship with them, the more likely they are to die suddenly.
It is like a curse, a horrible magical plague that infects more and more people as the Son of Bhaal moves.
Therefore, any smart person would choose to stay away from the Sons of Baal, for fear of being entangled by this group of life-seeking disasters.
In contrast, Xiaode Tarovin, who focused on production, construction and education, had no objection to this. He immediately took out a few reports from the thick pile of documents on the table and said: "Regarding the construction of water conservancy facilities, roads and farms, everything has gone smoothly so far, and all projects are expected to be completed ahead of schedule as expected.
In terms of education, we have currently established magic academies in every city with a population of more than 10,000, and public schools in towns with a population of more than 3,000.
Although there is still a shortage of teachers, at least the system is up and running.
As for taxation and trade, they are still growing explosively.
Especially after the Empire demonstrated its power in the Falling Star Sea, more and more merchants began to gather in Ximen Port to do business.
If we have to say something worthy of attention, it must be the several strange sects that have appeared in Athkatla recently.
They all claimed to be from Sigil.
One of the Doomguard sects is preaching the doctrine that everything will be destroyed and the universe will turn into nothingness, which has aroused strong protests from major temples and they hope that we can expel these lunatics.
Another organization that also aroused hostility from the temple was the Society of the Gods and the Non-Gods.
These guys are even crazier, believing that all gods are liars, false, and non-existent, and are just a group of more powerful mortals in disguise.
But the interesting thing is that they actually have some forbidden knowledge that can help them fight against divine power to some extent.
Anyway, ever since the spaceport was moved from Waterdeep to Askatla, there have been more and more strange things and people there.
The Cabinet believes that it is necessary to be vigilant and prevent all kinds of destructive and dangerous ideas from spreading among the people.”
"A God who is not a God? The Cult of the Doomguard!"
Zuo Si stroked his chin and repeated the names of the two organizations. He immediately realized that these were definitely factions from Sigil City, and both were relatively dangerous sects.
Because only a place like Sigil, which brings together various factions of thought from the entire universe, could give birth to such an organization with such a strange purpose.
The core idea of the Doomguard Cult is that ultimate decay is ecstatic and that death is divinely pleasurable.
Simply put, they are like a group of mentally ill lunatics who can feel supreme happiness from decline and destruction.
They are not destructive like the followers of Cyric, but rather see everything around them as part of decay.
For example, a house may just be a place to live in the eyes of normal people.
But in the eyes of the members of the Doomguard Cult, the process of building a house, in which stonemasons cut stones, woodcutters chop down trees, ants gnaw on the beams, wind, sun and rain erode the walls, and the building eventually collapses on its own, are all part of a larger perspective of decline.
This kind of decline does not exist independently, but exists in the laws governing the operation of all things in the universe.
In contrast, the core ideas of the Gods Not Gods Association can be known just by listening to the name of the organization.
Fortunately, there is the Lady of Pain in Sigil to keep the situation under control, and most gods keep their distance from her.
Otherwise, the organization would be crushed to ashes in a matter of minutes.
"Are there many people who believe in these strange sects?" Zuo Si asked, touching his chin.
“It’s not a lot overall, but it does attract a small number of enthusiastic young people.
Most importantly, they were all hostile to the major temples.
The churches of Heim, the guardian god, and Bane, the tyranny god, are clamoring to exterminate all these blasphemous guys without leaving a single one alive.
I think it's best to deal with it quickly.
Otherwise, it is only a matter of time before it turns into a bloody conflict or even a massacre.”
There was a hint of nervousness and anxiety in Shaud Tarovin's tone.
After all, whenever there is religious conflict, the negative social impact it brings is generally more serious.
Especially in a commercial center like Askatla, maintaining stability is the most important thing.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Okay, I understand.
I will make a trip to Askatra later to sort this matter out myself.
I never thought there would be so much trouble in building a spaceport.
No wonder when this request was first made, Waterdeep City agreed without any hesitation.
It turns out that in addition to the benefits, there are so many potential risks. "
“Your Majesty, I think the Prime Minister is a little too worried.
Askatla was originally an open and inclusive place, with many strange ideas and sects in the past.
Compared to these trivial matters, the additional trade and tax revenue brought by the spaceport is what matters most.
So far, there are more than three hundred registered plane merchants, and the number is growing steadily.
In addition, I have an expense account that needs your personal review."
As she spoke, Vera, the finance minister, handed over a form covered with tiny handwriting.
"This is……"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows in surprise after just one glance.
Because if the final calculation is correct, the expenditure on this bill alone will be as high as 600,000 gold coins, and about 100,000 gold coins will have to be spent every month in the future until the income and expenditure are balanced.
Vera complained angrily: "Who else would dare to make such a request to the cabinet except your princess lover from the Kingdom of Cormyr? I admit that she does have extraordinary talent in military affairs.
But the problem is that Yalusel is a complete idiot when it comes to politics and economics.
The construction and development plan she proposed consisted of only two words.
Throw money! Throw money! Throw money again!
There is no technical content at all.
I really don't understand why it costs so much money to develop just two islands with excellent geographical locations?
Quite the opposite!
It should provide a rich source of tax revenue for the empire's treasury."
It was not difficult to tell from her resentful eyes and words that Vera had absolutely no good feelings towards the princess of Cormyr.
But Zuo Si couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and he joked: "Since you think the plan she proposed is useless, then point out the mistakes from a professional perspective and give correct suggestions.
No one in this world is born knowing everything. Even the son of God needs to spend time and energy to learn.
Ignorance is not scary, what is scary is not knowing it.
I have a lot of plans for Yalusail, so it is necessary to let her master a certain degree of national governance capabilities.
You are obviously a good teacher in this area, so find an opportunity to teach her.
If you do well enough, I will consider letting you take over the position of Imperial Chancellor when Shaud Tarovin retires."
moment!
Vera's eyes revealed a gleam of ambition, and she glanced at the current prime minister standing next to her.
Shaud Tarovin, who was already over fifty years old, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, not feeling any pressure at all.
After all, at his age, even if he takes good care of himself and lives to around 70 years old, he probably won't be able to work anymore and will definitely have to retire.
Twenty years later, Vera was only in her early forties, a prime age with great ambition and the potential to achieve great things.
There is no opposition or competition between the two sides in the transition of power.
After realizing this, Vera immediately bowed solemnly and promised: "I swear, even if this princess is as stupid as a pig, I will train her to be a qualified monarch with the ability to govern the country."
"Very good. I'll leave Yalusel to you. I believe that with your ability, it won't be a problem to train her well.
Also remember to properly resettle the elven refugees. It would be best if you crammed them all into a commercially developed city to form a small community.
The skills and knowledge they possess can create incredible wealth.”
After saying this, Zuo Si stood up from the golden throne and disappeared at the end of the corridor outside under the gaze of the important ministers.
With the alarm in Saradush lifted, the cabinet once again shifted the focus of discussion back to the construction and development within the empire.
They will not forget the development decision made by the emperor himself, and plan to turn the entire country into a huge construction site in the next few years.
Implement construction, construction, and reconstruction from beginning to end.
Create a scene of wealth and prosperity that shocked the entire continent of Faerun.
As for Zuo Si himself, he went to the harem to chat with his nominally legal wife Aisha for a while, and learned about the marriages between some important officials of the empire.
Like all new regimes.
Although the West Coast Empire currently maintains a very high level of social mobility, it can even be said that there are opportunities everywhere to change one's class and move up.
But those people and families who have climbed to the upper class have begun planning to set up various barriers to prevent those below from climbing up and competing with their descendants for power, wealth and social resources.
Due to the selfish side of human nature, the so-called 80/20 rule will exist no matter what social system is adopted.
That is, 20% of the people always control more than 80% of the wealth, while the remaining 80% of the people are frantically competing for less than 20% of the benefits.
The longer a country is established, the more obvious this class stratification will be, and the more intense the dissatisfaction and anger of the lower-class people will be.
Until it reaches a critical point, serious social unrest breaks out, or even a bloody regime change occurs, the original ruling class is overthrown and redistributed.
However, Zuo Si had obviously already had a plan for this situation.
The reason why he spent a lot of money to popularize education and establish a complete bureaucratic system was to fight against the solidification of the upper class.
After the first batch of cabinet members have been in power for a certain number of years, they will soon be replaced collectively by those who are promoted later.
The networks, families and descendants formed by their intermarriages will completely lose the opportunity to touch power after retirement.
To be precise, the descendants of these people will hit an invisible ceiling within three generations.
No matter how well you perform, you will never be able to return to the center of power again.
After all, Zuo Si's power came from his great strength and the loyalty of his army.
It is not about giving up interests to buy off and unite the upper class and the bureaucratic system.
This means that when he believes that the bureaucratic system and the upper ruling class have become rotten to a certain extent, he can launch a top-down purge, kill all these guys and promote new ones from the bottom.
In the West Coast Empire, there is actually only one way to truly become a superior person, and that is to become a powerful arcane spellcaster.
It's a pity that not many people can understand this now.
But it doesn't matter. Zuo Si has plenty of time and patience to slowly wait for the first batch of seeds to take root, sprout and bear abundant fruit.
When the time comes, with the power of role models, smart people will naturally know how to choose their future.
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