Dake did not rush to answer and signaled Baisher to continue watching.

The fierce battle scenes disappeared, replaced by endless streams of business trips, harbors hit by waves, and artillery fire falling from the sky, he put the fierce battle with the Navy of the Kingdom of New Tnotiran to the end.

Everyone exclaimed again: "Pagan! Iron giant ship? Oh my God, it's so terrible!"

"That kind of shell, that kind of super giant shell and direct-fired cannon! Terrifying, terrifying!"

When the heavy flying carpet swooped down with a heavy explosive bomb, everyone clenched their fists, and some even couldn't help but stand up and were rudely pushed away by the people behind.

Amid the sky-sky fire and smoke, three giant steel ships slowly retreated.

Applause was everywhere.

"Everyone, it is definitely not a paradise outside. It has been three hundred years, and compared with His Majesty Faruge, the weak center, the princes and nobles who are drunk and dreamy, the powerful people who are hiding evil intentions, the aliens who are always threatening the city, the numb people, and the pagans who are eyeing and wanting to rush over. All of this, even if you go out, it is very likely that no problem can be solved."

Baisher was very confused.

Judging from the image, such an army that can defeat giant ant lions, sandworms and even pagans must be behind it, and there must be a complete set of military and administrative systems to support it. So, what is the purpose of this Harrick saving people like him?

Apart from a little bit of pitiful administrative experience, what else can these people use?

He looked at his companions next to him suspiciously, and their eyes were also wandering.

As if seeing his confusion, Harrik said, "I want to confess to you that there is no branch of the Eye of Light Pagda outside. It was a lie I made up to confuse the enemy. But the Alibaba Group is true. My wife and I accepted the commission from Alibaba Group and came here after great hardships, not to save you, but to seek your help."

"Help? What help do you and your team need with such strong strength?"

"After the Faruge era, Alabo lost his unified thoughts, and only had his own interpretations of the "Tongtian Jing". As the newly rising Alibaba Group, even though it had the strength to raise the banner of ancestors and unify the peninsula, it did not revise the "Tongtian Jing Notes" and unify the thinking. But you, the remnants of the previous generations, can do it."

Baisher immediately replied: "I'm sorry, we may not be able to do it."

"Why?"

"I am forbidden, the power behind you is too strong, and it will definitely bring earth-shaking changes to people's lives. Everything that was originally going to change completely: the herdsmen ride in steel vehicles, the Berka can complete the sermon with just a few buttons, the fast-moving carpet and the invincible giant puppet will crush all rebellious plots, Yes, you can make up a suitable ideological system yourself, and most people will have to support it. We can only become a pedantic joke and a topic of curiosity."

"You are too underestimating your importance to Alabo."

When Baisher heard that he was actually compared to the entire nation, he smiled bitterly and shook his head. Looking at his colleagues around him, they also smiled bitterly.

A soldier is a soldier, not a politician, especially a good lobbyist.

Excessively raising the other party will only have the opposite effect.

Dark didn't care about these things and continued: "A truly great civilization is a civilization that keeps walking. Even if it falls to the bottom, it can get up and move forward bravely, instead of lying at the bottom to wait for death." Harrick paused and said: "A friend summarized it to me like this, 'Eternal and modern, new and old'."

Baisher and his colleagues were stunned.

These two short sentences are too profound and timeless, and they need time to appreciate them.

"Outside, Muslan's cultural tradition has been dismembered and distorted beyond recognition. My comrades and I have worked hard and even went through a lot of hardships to find the complete version of "Tongtian Jingshu", but it was useless and could not wake up the princes and nobles who pretended to be asleep. Therefore, we believe that we must recover the lost tomorrow for the many disasters and difficulties of Alabo, the blood of the royal family, the strong strength, and the tradition that is always new, and these three are indispensable. And everyone, you are the most direct witnesses and heirs of the tradition!"

"Can you give us some time?"

"sure."

Dake's face was calm and his heart was secretly complaining.

Underestimating the enemy.

Although these guys are not old, they have all been fighting in the officialdom and have their own thoughts on many issues. In the conversation just now, I tried all my strength and even brought out George's words, but the effect is... very average.

If these guys refuse, they can only rely on themselves and Isabella to fight against Saron. Steel Rock Slime, I'm afraid they can only think about it. As for the residents of Nehel, they can't hang them on the cruel angel and rush out all the way. There is no way to live or die.

I'm afraid they're planning how to keep these magical techniques to pave the way for the Eye of Light to rise to power, and then Nehull will last forever?

Of course, they have no way to go now and can only listen to their own. However, if they are convinced, what's the use of me asking a group of officials who are not working hard!

Dake sighed helplessly, discussing things is a waste of time, just pretending to save face for his life-saving benefactor.

Sure enough, Baisher walked over with a little embarrassment: "Mr. Harrick, thank you for your life-saving grace, but, however, we still can't."

It's true.

Just as Dak was about to say a few polite words to make excuses, someone suddenly shouted: "Please wait!"

Immediately afterwards, many people shouted in chaos: "Suspend, pause! Magic images pause!"

Dak and Baisher looked at the magical image that was playing in amazement. It was playing. Now it was a close-up view of the streets of Pagda, the capital of the Arab Empire.

"Please back a little, back a little, Mosque, see the Mosque and the Royal Palace!"

Baisherchi said: "What's wrong with the Mosque and the Royal Palace?"

The man was obviously more excited and danced: "Hurry, I don't have time to explain, go back!"

Dark backed the magic image for a while: "Here?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's it!"

Dark stared at the image suspiciously and saw that there was nothing, but a very ordinary Alabo-style building, whether it was a mosque or a royal palace, there were huge round and pointed domes.

"Look at it, the outside world is not a spherical shape, not an ugly spherical shape!" The man pointed at the dome of the building at the top of his lungs and shouted, "We are right, the classics passed down are right!"

Dark suddenly remembered that Nehel's architectural style was completely different from that of the outside world. Although they all believed in the Mess Blue Cult, their architectural domes were all round and rolling like balls.

"Why do you have to make this shape? Pull it, squeak."

Isabella online, immediately replied: "Because the spherical shape is easier to hold magic shields, and the gastric juice of Kunshabi is dropped on the head all day long, so the first thing Faruge and the others came in was to open the shield, so this became a tradition passed down. Later, in the mouths of Berkas, it became 'had been a ball since ancient times'."

"Oh, that's it."

"The Mosque and the Town Hall lied, and they wanted to cover up the truth and let our descendants obey their rule forever!"

"They want to cut off our connection with the outside world, erase all the glorious marks of our nation, and destroy our spirit of vigorous progress and independence and freedom!"

"That's right! Even the "Tongtian Jing" has to be burned, so what else can't be done!"

"Real, cruel, real world, but I like it, do you guys like it?"

"That's all! I'd like to die in the scorching sun, buried in the roaring sandstorm, and not to live like a pig or a dog in the decayed city of depravity like a beast!"

"Pagda, we are going to Pagda, even if that is the lowest level of hell!"

Before Baisher could say anything, someone came over impatiently and asked Dake directly: "How many people can your department take out?"
Chapter completed!