Chapter 679 Do you believe in Greg?
"Greck!!!"
The elven refugees shouted the name of their god loudly and proudly.
Greg--Rick--G--
The name of a certain golden king echoed around Blackrock City, quite eerie.
At this moment, those who understood the whole story froze.
"What the hell?"
Lanler wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth and looked at the elf refugees with an extremely evil look.
Did he hear it right? The god this guy believes in is called Greg?
Could it be that my ears were deafened by the roar of the dragon in the battle just now?
It's a duplicate name, it must be a duplicate name, right? No matter how you think about it, it's impossible for anyone to worship Greg from the Thane dungeon as a god. Even if you serve Overlord Wolnir, it would seem more reasonable.
However, he immediately noticed that the elf had a rusty badge on his chest, with someone's portrait engraved on it.
That crown, that old face, isn’t that Greg from Stonewell City!
Lanler rubbed his eyes and looked again. It was indeed Greg's appearance, but he just couldn't believe it.
The world seemed to have become something he could never have imagined.
Is it an illusion? Could it be that Sean didn't make any move that day, and Yunka trapped our minds in the illusion?
"you"
The second prince was about to ask something, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.
There were so many things to complain about that he didn't know where to start.
Strength, status, fame. Is there anything about Greg that makes him worthy of being worshipped as a god? What kind of weirdo must one be to worship Greg?
Thinking of this, Lanler glanced at the long ears of the elf refugees and suddenly felt relieved.
So they are elves, then there is nothing wrong with that, their tribes are always so unexpected.
Just as Lanler was about to say something but hadn't uttered it yet, the dwarf refugee who was tied up next to the elf refugee suddenly crawled to his feet like a maggot and shouted in a rough voice:
"If you don't like that guy's god, please come and learn about my god! I'm sure you'll be satisfied!"
“Who is your God?”
"The Red Wolf of Radagon!" the dwarf answered immediately and loudly.
Come on, this guy is not even a human being anymore.
"I, I believe in the priest beast!" The dog-headed man on the other side shouted even louder.
What kind of monsters are these?
Lan Le covered his forehead and suddenly felt a headache, a headache caused by not being able to keep up with the weirdos' brain circuits.
Seeing this, the guards on the side rushed forward and slapped the refugees a few times to quiet them down.
"I can only say, it's worthy of being called the Land of Ten Thousand Religions. There are all sorts of messed up beliefs."
He was very polite in pulling back his trouser legs, and the fact that he didn't kick the elf in the face was considered very kind and approachable.
He didn't want to ask why these refugees believed in such a strange god, so he simply waved his hand and ordered the guards:
"These people are not ordinary refugees. We must strike hard."
"Yes!" The guards shouted in loyal voices as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"This elf must be thoroughly investigated," Lanler said, pointing at the elf refugee. "Especially, we need to investigate whether he has a history of perverted murders, such as dismembering and collecting body parts. This guy is the most dangerous and must not be let off."
"No, why?" The elf refugees wailed in despair.
"You already believe Greg, so why?"
Lanler glanced at him. It is often said that believers will deliberately imitate what the gods have done. So what did Greg do? Wasn't it killing people and reattaching limbs?
Dangerous, this elf refugee is too dangerous, we must conduct a thorough investigation!
The crying elf refugees were dragged away by the guards.
But at this moment, Lanler suddenly noticed something and frowned.
Because he saw confusion in the eyes of the elf refugees, the kind of pure confusion that made them completely unaware of what they had done wrong and why they were being punished.
"Wait a moment."
He stopped the guards, walked up to the elven refugees and asked:
"Do you know what Greg is in charge of?"
The elf refugee immediately said:
“He is the Creator of the world and controls everything in it.”
"Say something other than the generic template."
"Uh, uh"
Now the elf refugees are stuck.
Seeing him like this, Lanler immediately understood what was going on. He sighed casually and said to the guard:
"No need to investigate. This guy probably didn't commit murder. Just deal with him as you would treat him as a stowaway."
The refugees were quickly taken away and the disturbance resolved.
"Your Highness, why did you suddenly stop the guards from investigating the refugee?" the bodyguard asked in confusion on the way back.
"If Jon were here, he would understand immediately." Lanler knocked the bodyguard on the head in frustration.
Jon was the bodyguard who followed Stellan and the others to find the Dragon Feast Cathedral. He was also the insect gyroscope player who quit the hunting team. He was considered a very capable and capable subordinate of Lanler.
"Hehe, please help me clear up my confusion." The bodyguard just smiled foolishly.
"I'm also not unaware of the situation in the Myriad Religions Nation."
Lan Le shook his finger and said with a wise-cracking look:
"That country has been in chaos since ancient times. They claim that all religions are equal and that all churches can have a place in their own country, but to put it bluntly, those few large churches still control the discourse, and other small churches have been exploited in the past. The current rebellion among the grassroots is completely predictable."
"To attract attention, small churches dare to create all sorts of random characters and worship them as gods. They will seize any current hot topic to increase the popularity of the church."
"Take the person who just clamored about his faith in Greg. He actually knows nothing about Greg, and all his praises are just clichés. This is a classic tactic used by small churches. They're only taking advantage of Greg's recent fame."
Lanler acted as if he knew the Myriad Religious Nations well, and continued:
"Go ask around in Scameron, you might even see someone who believes in curse frogs."
"Can you really attract believers by doing this?"
The bodyguard's face was full of suspicion.
"Don't underestimate the limits of humans, let alone elves," Lanler smiled. "The civil unrest in Skamiron this time was also caused by humans."
"It's said that those big churches have unearthed treasures that are far more valuable than weapons or anything like that, but not a single bit of information has been leaked. None of the spies I sent out have returned."
"You actually sent people there," the bodyguard said thoughtfully, "was the rebellion caused by the baby?"
"No, it's not because of that reason. Even if the other churches joined together, they couldn't defeat those big churches. How could they dare to rebel?"
"Could it be..."
"It was the big church that started the internal strife."
Lan Le smiled happily and said:
"Hasn't the Church of Holy Light always had a perverse habit of training a bunch of women to be its thugs? This perverse habit later became popular among the other major churches. This civil unrest was caused by them."
He sketched a portrait of a woman in the air and said, "According to my intelligence, this woman is the direct cause of the civil unrest."
The painting shows a woman who looks quite beautiful.
If Gong Qiying were here, he would be able to recognize that this person is Mingdeng, a master of the Church of Holy Light who had been to the Sen Dungeon.
You may not have any impression of this just by hearing this, but if you say that Mingdeng is the person who was forced to become an "awakened woman" by the torture of the dark area in the dungeon, you will remember it.
"Somehow, this woman came to her senses and created a theory about pursuing freedom called 'Freedom Declaration.' She first spread it within her own Church of Holy Light, and later spread it to other churches, inspiring a large number of her fellow believers who had previously been forced to serve as thugs without any freedom in the church. They gathered together and drew lots to choose a date.
"And now those big churches are in chaos."
The joyful smile on Lan Le's lips became more and more presumptuous as he spoke.
“.”
The bodyguard was silent for a while. The reason for his silence was that he couldn't imagine what the so-called Declaration of Freedom would be like. After all, people can't imagine things they haven't seen. He thought for a moment and said:
"So, after the powerful churches started to riot, the smaller churches saw an opportunity to seize the treasures and started a rebellion?"
"The answer is correct, it's that simple."
Lanler happened to pass by the church of the Holy Light Church in Black Stone City. He took a look inside. Although the lights were bright, there were few visitors and the number of believers had decreased. Although the clergy should be preaching at this time, there was no nun to be seen. The place seemed dead and gloomy.
This scene made the people from the Spark Church who were wandering around and looking for trouble feel bored, so they turned around and left.
Scamelon in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Religions is the headquarters of the Church of Holy Light. Something happened there, and it seems to have affected the church in Blackrock City as well.
"That woman named Ming Deng is truly capable. She single-handedly messed up several churches. No, I should say she messed up an entire country."
Lanler said to himself:
"How did she come up with those theories of freedom? What guided her in coming up with them?"
If it really exists, then it would be of great merit.
"If she came up with it all on her own, she's a real genius."
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Sen Dungeon, the city lord's room.
Gong Qiying, who was watching the adventurers' failures as usual, suddenly felt an itch on the back of his head, and felt that his merits were increasing.
"Did I do anything good?"
He looked around in confusion, "I do so many good things every day that I can't remember them all."
At this moment, a red letter came from the altar. It was from Chiya.
Are you here to exchange dragons again?
Gong Qiying opened the letter and took a look. There was only one sentence on it:
There's a traitor among us
(End of this chapter)
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