Chapter 643 People are sometimes really helpless
When Rand arrived at the New Holy City, the situation in the south had become increasingly serious.
But the situation was beyond Rand's expectations.
Rand thought that as the situation worsened, these southern countries would gradually support him.
But in fact, only some people think so, while others firmly believe that Luca is a brave man and will solve the problem.
Rand was speechless.
At other times, the death of these idiots would be theirs, but during times like these, their deaths would strengthen the enemy.
Sometimes people really feel helpless.
He had no choice but to call Luca back, hoping that this would break some people's illusions.
"My God, what era is this? These people are not young anymore, how can they be so naive as to place their hopes on 'brave men'?" Rand complained.
"Luka must be really powerful." Lisa said.
Lisa went to make some mysterious preparations some time ago, and now she has free time.
"Will they be stronger than ours?" Rand was curious.
If she could really be as powerful as Elsa, Ellie, Olenna and the others, it would be of great use.
"It shouldn't happen. Our people are still too powerful." Lisa said with a chuckle.
Rand was a little disappointed.
Olenna handed Rand a letter, and she was holding a lot more in her arms.
This time when Rand came to the New Holy City, only Olenna and Lysa were with him.
Ellie is in control of the situation in Crescent City, while Elsa continues her investigation in the south.
Rand opened the letter and read it.
After reading it, he said helplessly: "Why are you asking me whether Luca is a hero? Unfortunately, I am not sure either."
"And even if he is a hero, how can he defeat the plague? Killing the enemy leader or destroying the enemy's 'core', I don't think it can directly solve the problem. Please reply to all these letters and tell them that Luca is a normal top-level adventurer, so that everyone can focus on the work at hand."
After saying this, Rand felt it was not appropriate.
“Forget it, write more in your reply and explain more. For example, even if Luca is really a hero, his role is limited. The current plague disaster is not like any disaster situation that has happened in the past.”
Olenna quickly remembered Rand's meaning and went downstairs to deal with it. Obviously, the letters in her arms were all related to Luca.
"I feel like the history of a brave man saving the world has really started off in a bad way." Rand lay on the railing of his residence in the New Holy City, feeling the spring breeze.
"In the past, heroes occasionally appeared and had a chance to solve problems, but the world is changing, and the truths of the past may not be the same now." Lisa also leaned on the railing, and the wind occasionally blew through her hair. "This is the law of nature."
"So I'm curious, will all of you who are gods slowly become psychopaths..." Rand asked, "Didn't you say before that the Apostle of the Scourge might have originally been a dead person who longed for a peaceful sleep?"
"Not necessarily. It depends on the state of the God. But the previous gods all had problems to some extent. Outside of this world, in the kingdom of God, it is really easy for a God to go crazy. My situation is definitely better, but it may not last forever... But if I go crazy, what kind of god do you think I will become?" Lisa blinked.
Rand wanted to say the God of Perversion, but then he thought, isn't that the case now? So what would happen if something really happened to Lysa?
"Blind pursuit of the natural order?" Rand guessed, but then quickly corrected himself. "I won't drive you crazy."
The corners of Lisa's mouth and eyebrows curved, and she looked like she was smiling.
Compared with the long life of God, the short lifespan of human beings is simply not worth mentioning, but Rand should live a long time. I just don’t know how Rand will prevent himself from going crazy.
Kill her when he was about to go crazy? Obviously Rand could not do such a thing.
In fact, madness is not a problem of God, but a problem of all intelligent life. When a being lives long enough but is isolated from the world and unable to participate, or even see clearly, long-term boredom will naturally drive an intelligent life crazy.
For a being like God, even suicide is difficult to achieve.
"It is very difficult for us gods to die," Lysa replied.
"That's not what I meant." Rand glared. "I don't mean to do anything to you just because you're going crazy."
"So what do you want to do?" Lisa asked.
“There are actually a lot of interesting things in the world,” Rand said, “For example, the film-retaining drama, you may have never seen it before.”
Lisa understood a little: "Then I am looking forward to future developments."
"So have you figured out any way to deal with the Scourge this time? This madman has become really powerful since he learned how to use the plague." Rand sighed.
"There is a way." Lisa blinked.
"What do you mean?"
"I remember that you could sacrifice yourself and return intact?" Lysa confirmed.
Rand nodded.
"That's no problem," Lisa said. "You can just follow my instructions when the time comes, or do you want to learn more about the principles and plans now?"
Rand decisively stated that everything would be arranged by Lisa at that time.
Since learning about Lysa's true identity, Rand has unveiled some of the mystery surrounding Lysa.
But Rand and Lysa's way of getting along remains the same.
The reason why Lysa didn't tell Rand the details of some things was not because she really didn't want to tell him, but because telling him in advance would only waste Rand's time to think.
As a god, her plans all span very long time periods, but Rand doesn't need to think that far ahead.
Otherwise it is not only a waste of energy but also useless.
Rand and Lysa stopped chatting and leaned on the balcony railing to look at the city.
There is still some chaos in the new holy city today.
The Grand Knight and Karin have done a great job, but this is the base camp of the utilitarians after all, and many things still need time to be resolved.
After all, when there are so many people, there will always be those who obey, those who resist, those who go with the flow, all kinds of people.
The people from the Old Holy City that Karin brought over were also of various kinds.
Rand didn't need to make these various heretics obey him, he just needed to tie them up in the New Holy City, and that was enough.
When the army of undead arrives, no matter what these people's demands are, they must not resist the Scourge.
Because at least these priests who have served the Torch Goddess must know that the Scourge Cult will never need living surrenders.
Then when they can neither escape nor surrender, they can only fight.
Of course, this kind of combat effectiveness is still not that high.
The fighting power of a group of rabble is bound to be not very strong.
But if these people are left behind, they will either escape, cause trouble, or provide a little insignificant help.
Compared with these situations, using these people here can be regarded as making the best use of their resources.
This is how chess players are. They will always have good and bad chess pieces in their hands. Using the chess pieces where they should be used is the essence of playing chess.
Of course, Rand is not a chess player, although his logic and his impact on the world are quite similar to that of a chess player.
But Rand does not consider himself a chess player. The identity of a chess player is too lofty, and Rand has his own ideas, or beliefs.
Rand didn't want to abandon what he had wanted to hold on to since he came into this world.
Of course, he would not put the important people around him on the gambling table just for some belief.
In short, he is just an ordinary person?
I don't want to give up the things I insist on, but I also can't bear to sacrifice the important people. In short, it is indeed a bit contradictory.
Of course, Rand also has some advantages that he boasts of.
His emphasis on his own people brought him many allies, and his emphasis on beliefs brought him many like-minded followers.
Maybe Rand isn't that ordinary after all?
Rand leaned on the railing for a while to enjoy the breeze, and then he noticed that there seemed to be something installed under Lysa, and water was dripping down.
Rand placed his hand on the plump part of Lysa's waist. "You've been working for so long, would you like to relax a little tonight?"
Lisa coughed lightly. It was quite difficult for her to maintain a normal conversation for such a long time after installing the props.
Fortunately, all the hard endurance is worth it.
…
The next morning, Rand said goodbye to Lysa at the bedroom door. Lysa had to make some preparations, and Rand was going to see the Grand Knight.
Lysa quickly disappeared.
Olenna took over Rand's protection.
Rand soon came before the Grand Knight Commander.
Rand and the Grand Knight have worked together for a long time, but Rand has never formally met with the Grand Knight.
This is an old man. If it weren't for the shiny armor on him, he might not be much different from all the other old people on the street.
His face is full of traces of time. He is experienced, but also very old.
"Karin said you're not feeling well. Can I take a look?" Rand said with a smile.
"I've heard that His Majesty Rand is a skilled doctor, but my old bones won't live many more years no matter how well I treat them." The Grand Knight shook his head.
"Do you feel you've lived enough?" Rand smiled.
"Hahaha, that's about it. I've experienced everything I should have experienced, and seen everything I should have seen." The Grand Knight was really satisfied with his life.
As a paladin who is not very talented, he has experienced the dullness, the passion, the joy, and the decadence. He is really satisfied with it.
Rand smiled and handed the old paladin a crystal. "Take a look at this. If you change your mind, you can come find me anytime. I'll be in the New Holy City recently."
Then Rand left.
What Rand handed to the Grand Knight was a compressed version of the photo crystal, which contained a newly released part of a TV series.
It was interrupted at the most exciting part, and of course Rand did not hand over the exciting part later to the old Knight Commander.
For a man like the Grand Knight, healing his body would be useless if the desire to live was not stimulated.
When the Grand Knight wants to live longer, Rand can naturally start treating him.
If all kinds of stimulation are useless, then Rand can do nothing about it.
Rand does not have the ability to extend his life, but the old paladin's life has not yet ended. His situation is different from that of the old Marquis of Black and Brown. The old Marquis of Black and Brown's body is leaking air and can no longer carry vitality.
But the old paladin is different. He just has a chronic illness due to years of overwork. If he is cured, he can live for a long time. After all, he is a senior professional. Rand feels that living another 20 years will not be a problem.
Of course, he is definitely not comparable to Archbishop Kahn. Archbishop Kahn is still in good health, enough to support him in helping the fallen girls.
Just a moment after Rand left the Grand Knight, he pointed to the sky and asked, "What is that?"
Olena squinted her eyes and took a look: "It looks like a flying bird with festering bodies."
Rand sighed. It seemed that he was right. The war would not be far away.
The fact that this festering bird flew over the sky of the New Holy City meant that the undead army was probably not too far away.
"Is there a solution?" Rand asked.
Olenna nodded.
Olenna drew the swift sword [Dawnbreaker] from her waist.
A stream of blue light soon appeared on the blade.
Olenna took out some medicated oil from a small bag and smeared it on the sword. It was the kerosene of the Torchlight Church.
Then Olenna lowered her body slightly and leaned back.
Then, his whole body tensed like a bow.
"Drink." A crisp voice.
The ground was dented by Olenna's steps.
The swift sword was like an arrow shot from a bow, breaking through the clouds in the sky and hitting the rotten bird in the sky in less than a breath of time.
Soon, the rotting bird began to burn because the swift sword cut through the sky too fast and the high temperature from the friction with the air ignited the kerosene.
Then, only ashes floated down, and Olenna leaped slightly along the building into the sky, took back the Swiftblade with a graceful gesture, and returned to Rand.
"Pa, pa, pa." Rand clapped. "How beautiful."
Olenna blushed a little and didn't look at Rand.
"Next, let the guards guarding the city pay attention to the flying birds. It seems that they may become a method of attack." Rand ordered.
"Yes." Olenna wrote down Rand's order and said that it would be passed on soon.
And just as Rand continued to wander around the New Holy City.
Soon new letters arrived.
Rand was a little helpless. At his position, there were too many things to handle and new work would always pop up.
"What is it?"
Olenna read the letter first. Her job was to help Rand share the pressure. For some matters that did not require Rand's review, Olenna would submit them to the administrative center for processing or Olenna would decide on her own.
Only some issues that require Rand's attention will be brought to Rand for review.
"Some nobles became frightened and began to massacre the villagers to reduce the population density of the territory." Olenna was also speechless.
"Uh uh." Rand was also speechless.
Indeed, in the eyes of the nobles, the villagers are just wealth, not human beings with human rights.
But won’t this kind of massacre really strengthen the power of the army of death?
And without humanity, how are they going to defend a large city?
(End of this chapter)
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