Chapter 1218 Morgan rebels!
As the war spreads, the impact of the Red of Calamity on the material world becomes increasingly stronger.
Although for some reason, the Red Hand deliberately avoided the two city-states controlled by Aiwas.
But their victory in attacking Paradise City greatly boosted the morale of the rebels in other city-states.
Not all rebels are as crazy and extreme as the Red Hand... Most rebels have good relations with slaves and even free people.
Although this also makes them more likely to be betrayed by those they trust, it is better to say that the fact that they can be betrayed shows that they have reached a level of trust between them.
As long as one side doesn't trust the other, it will be difficult to betray. And now the Red Hand is like a catfish, forcing these civilians to choose a side - either choose the good leader or choose the rebels.
——Otherwise, when the Red Hand Gang arrives, they will all die here!
And as long as they conquer and control the Good Lord... then the Red Hand at least can't open fire on city-states that are not ruled by a Good Lord, right?
They claim they attacked these civilians in order to attack the Good Lord - but what if there is no Good Lord here? Would you attack a group of free civilians who are also rebelling against the Good Lord and have already taken control of the situation?
That obviously won't happen.
Even if some members of the Red Hand really wanted to do this, they would be stopped by their leaders and companions before they could do something irreversible. After all, as long as they wanted to recruit new members, they couldn't lose the moral integrity.
From this perspective, the completely irrational, crazy and violent behavior of the Red Hand actually promoted the entire rebellion process of the ancient Parthian Empire!
Just as Red Calamity had hoped, the war would continue to spread in the name of revenge and rebellion! The remaining influence of "authoritarianism" would continue to be eradicated!
Similarly, fearing these unscrupulous lunatics, the benevolent rulers also followed Aiwass's example and began to significantly improve the treatment of free people. They also began to paint a lot of sweet cakes for the slaves, hoping to win them over to their side.
"A war without warriors..."
Hassan stood in his bedroom in the palace, looking out the window and muttering softly, "How ridiculous."
Behind him, the headless body of a good master lay quietly.
Hassan had just grabbed the man's neck with his left hand, and divine fire emanated from his palm, burning him to charcoal. Black smoke was still rising from the window, and outside could be heard the cries of terror and the ferocious laughter of the Red Hand.
This is Jinghu City, famous for its large number of monks.
The monks from Horus spread their Mithraism here, and the Good Lord of Mirror Lake City accepted their teachings and became a devout Mithra worshipper... and forced others to convert as well.
He required the freedmen to gather at the Mirror Lake in the city's center for meditation, philosophical discussions, and debate. Each person had to take a turn on the stage to speak, and he personally listened attentively, challenging each other's views. Those who skillfully persuaded the crowd to accept their views would receive a generous reward from the benefactor; those who failed would be stripped of their status as a freedman for a month and become a slave.
He even allowed other slaves to listen in—and slaves could ask the speaker a question at any time, risking their own lives. If the question left the speaker unable to respond, and the slave gave a brilliant answer that was applauded by the others, he would be promoted directly to a freeman, while freemen who lacked thinking would be relegated to slavery for life.
If he failed to question it, he would be publicly hanged.
This is the price of asking questions even when you are stupid—this lord, known as the "Thinker," hates those who pretend to know what they don't, or those who treat ignorance as humor. But compared to the lords of other city-states, he is quite peaceful.
He would not even kill the other person directly just because he was an eyesore, but would patiently listen to what the other person said!
Such a peaceful and harmonious city-state that values speculation and philosophy... is one of the very few city-states with no resistance.
——It is precisely for this reason that the Red Hand came here and eliminated them first. Otherwise, their extreme behavior would only continue to force people to move closer to the neutral faction... The Parthians themselves may not know this, but Hassan, who had studied abroad, understood it.
"Is it funny?"
An elegant and pleasant voice came from the bedside: "But this is the only way to 'win'."
Morgan, who was sitting on the benefactor's bed, patted the bed with a smile, indicating that he should sit here and enjoy her gift.
Around her are the concubines of The Thinker - they have all had their minds bewitched by Morgan's potion, becoming puppets who have lost themselves and know only desires.
This was her gift to seduce Hassan and also her bait to lure Hassan.
"Come on, hero. Victory in war is all about plundering, isn't it?"
Morgan's words were vicious and seductive: "You deserve this. Or do you want to come with me?"
But Hassan just turned around indifferently and looked at Morgan without saying a word.
"What's the matter, dear?"
Morgan held her chin with her hands and looked at him with a smile, innocent as a child: "Haven't you tasted me already? Shouldn't that be a wonderful memory that you will never forget? Or... have you already looked down on these people?"
"...Because I've been fooled once before, I won't be fooled again."
Hassan spoke slowly, "I fear my own madness... That is not my nature. I care more about preserving my precious rationality and wisdom than pleasure."
“Boring.”
Morgan sighed, but a smile appeared on his lips: "Just like him..."
"he?"
"Arthur."
"...The red of disaster?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
Morgan didn't directly address Hassan's question, but lightly brushed off the topic: "You seem dissatisfied with our Lord's plan?"
"How dare I have a problem with the Pillar God?"
Hassan smiled sarcastically.
Morgan rolled his eyes. "But you don't look... happy?"
"No one is happy to be a sword, Ms. Morgan."
"Why?"
Morgan countered, "You achieved your goal, didn't you? People are born with the ability to use tools, and you're even better at it. That's a sign of exceptional talent, isn't it?"
"Achieved? No, not yet."
Hassan laughed, but there was no laughter in his voice: “What I want is to liberate this land from the eternal rule of the Good Lord.
"I killed civilians without hesitation, precisely to prevent the Benefactors from realizing I valued them. I polluted the water sources to prevent the Benefactors from using these precious resources to blackmail us. But now everything is different."
"You couldn't stop, honey."
Morgan smiled, a rare moment of seriousness. He sat up straight and said meaningfully, "When you gathered these hysterical, helpless lunatics to fight against the Benevolent Master, this day was destined to come. You deceived them for your own purposes. How different are you from the Benevolent Master?"
"You and your master manipulate me and my comrades for your own ends. How are you any different from the Benevolent Lord?"
Hassan retorted mercilessly, "That argument doesn't work on me, ma'am. I was able to control them, but they got out of control after you came."
Hassan didn't even want to give face to the Pillar God.
At first, he was indeed bewitched by Morgan...whether it was the knowledge she provided, the power she gave him, her beautiful body and voice. But when the new constellation rose, he had already regained most of his consciousness; and when the situation completely got out of control, he understood everything.
Hassan did think about... using the power of the Pillar God to destroy the ancient Parthian Empire.
But he never imagined that the price he would have to pay would be so great—
He was clearly praying to God, not making a deal with the devil!
"Really? Is it because of my arrival? Or is it because of your victory?"
Morgan's smile was ambiguous, but his voice grew sweeter. "Let's not talk about the unpleasant things—have you ever thought about this? If you truly destroyed the ancient Parthian Empire and liberated all the slaves...what would you do after that?
"Will you rebuild your country and establish yourself as king? Or will you cede power to the Parthian king, who may or may not even exist? Or will you share power with others and divide the land equally with your brothers?"
"There's no point in discussing this kind of thing."
Hassan said without hesitation, "It's like seriously thinking about what to do with a windfall."
"Is it meaningless? Or are you afraid to think?"
Morgan said meaningfully, "Or... are you still craving for more?"
"……What do you mean?"
Hassan suddenly sensed a detail in Morgan's words.
He narrowed his eyes and turned back to ask seriously.
The charming smile on Morgan's face disappeared, and he became serious and solemn.
But in this posture, she has even more ethereal charm.
"Let me ask you," Morgan began, "do you wish to break free from your chains?"
(End of this chapter)
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