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Klein, who successfully hunted Chunas Korg, had a secluded puppet of the demigod level, something he once dared not think about.

He asked the other party to use some of the simplest "twistings" with interest, and after getting addicted to it, he put away the new secret.

Klein was not in a hurry to sacrifice the items he received to the Source Castle, but patiently returned to his room to wash and prepare to go to bed.

Soon, he lay on the bed, and Chunas Korge was twisted into flesh and blood by him, and put it into the body of Enyuni, who was wearing the "Bloss of Blood" ring. After finishing his work, he stared at the exquisite ceiling of the bedroom, and his heart was filled with special emotions.

“I got a lot of intelligence… useful intelligence.”

"I didn't turn back when I opened the bow. Although I felt that I had made up my mind long ago, there was always a kind of unexplained worry..."

Klein sighed and closed his eyes.

He knew what he was worried about.

In the long run, George III's becoming a god is of great benefit to the Kingdom of Ruen. Now the conflict between gods has intensified to the point where he can see it. One more god in the Kingdom of Ruen means one more combat power, and the people means one more life safety guarantee - not to mention all people, at least most people can be protected.

"Now the combat power between gods is expanding, well, or inclined. The anchors within the Kingdom of Ruhn are basically divided. Only new land can give the upcoming 'Black Emperor' enough people and anchor points. After George III becomes a god, he will definitely attack other countries with the God of Thunder... In this regard, I can make bold guesses that the country attacked by George III may preserve the 'arbitrator' sequence one."

"George III will obtain new anchors through war and actively seek the sequence one and uniqueness of adjacent pathways..."

"The Black Emperor may also have his own instinct. If he cannot become a true god of dual paths, it means he will be firmly suppressed by the God of Thunder... Forget it, I'm just guessing, but war should be indispensable."

Klein thought of another aspect, his eyebrows were twisting tighter, and he even lost his sleepiness.

"It can be seen that if George III fails to become a god or dies, other countries will also try to attack Ruhn... However, in the current situation of the God of Thunder, the possibility of foreign invasion is not high, unless it is the existence that replaced the God of Steam and Machinery..."

Thinking of this, Klein felt slightly relieved, but he felt even more uncomfortable and could not breathe.

He could not forget his glimpse in Trier. When he saw the empty foreign capital of nine out of ten rooms, he heard Ms. D say that the total population of Intis is almost only one. When Trier was so large, he saw people living in layers of containers and simple tents, burning the relics of the deceased regardless of day or night...

He had never felt so fearful, and the anger that followed made his hands tremble.

These scenes gradually coincided with other tragedies he had seen in the past. He thought of the little girl from the South Mainland with big eyes and her disabled uncle, the plantation life mentioned by Richardson, and the people who were strolling in rags, they had no idea where their hope was, but they could not stop, and death was stretched infinitely numbly.

Disasters and pains never go far away.

Death and grief have also been moving alongside everyone.

Klein felt his eyes seem to be hot, and the emotion called sadness made him urge to cry, but he laughed out loud.

He could still feel pain, he had not been able to turn a blind eye to these things... He felt joy and doubled sadness for his humanity. Klein smiled and blocked his eyes with his arms. Although he had gained divinity, fortunately his feet were still on the earth.

The ability to feel the pain of others and remember that one is just human helplessness is his anchor.

The nature of his human nature.

"Should I also hate the God of Thunder? Hey... His flood destroyed a nation in just a few minutes."

That is the death of millions or even tens of millions of people, and even the destruction of the country.

In contrast, even George III, who only sacrificed less than 100,000 people, seemed kind.

The reason why Klein felt creepy was very simple, because Beckland is also the capital of a country. If the God of Thunder dares to do this, it means that other gods dare to do it too. His eyes were still hot, and his arms blocked his face and he didn't take it down for a long time.

"Haha, anger is useless, and fear is even more useless. I haven't become a god yet, so I don't think about these things for now."

"Well, my ultimate goal is to stop George III from becoming a god, and the current destruction of the destruction is just one part of it."

"A god cannot be born for the time being, which will not greatly weaken Ruen's national strength. After all, He has not become the 'Black Emperor'. If this ceremony is successfully blocked, George III will be alert. Maybe he will not try again in a short time, and I can seize this time to continue to work hard to advance... Well, it probably won't be too long, but this is not the first time I have faced such urgency, haha."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said to himself:

"What the hell do I want to do?"

"Why should I do such a thankless thing?"

After a few seconds, Klein smiled self-deprecatingly.

Perhaps, I just want enough power... I want the power to make some changes, and the power to at least protect people, without having to live tremblingly in the majesty of the gods.

He adjusted his mood, controlled his facial expressions, and prepared to enter a quiet sleep.

No dreams all night.

...

In a two-bedroom rental house on the East Side of Bakerland.

Don't sit on a chair that is not stable enough, look out the window and be stunned, with a rarely gloomy expression.

Fors took a sip of water, walked to the opposite side of Xiu and sat down, blocking her view: "You seem to have lost your motivation at once?"

"Is it because that answer makes you not know what to do next? Is it because the king is something you can't get to?"

Xiu's eyes moved for a moment, and he slowly came to life and said:

"Whether it is to restore my father's reputation or to take revenge, when facing a king, the hope is so slim. I can't think of any way to accomplish something like this..."

"That's because you're too weak. When you have Sequence 4 and become a demigod, you will find that there are ways, but they're dangerous!" Fors explained inspiration, "In addition, you can also use others, just like the monitor of Sherman. She also wants to know who Viscount Stford is loyal to, and must be very interested in the king's secret."

"Sheman..." Xiu repeated this name and his mental state suddenly recovered.

"That monitor was one of the murderers who killed Sherman." Hugh said quite seriously.

They had found a place to bury Sherman, and Fulth flipped "Lemano's Travel Notes" to requiem.

Fors nodded immediately:

"Yes, that's why she was driven to investigate the king's secrets and touch on potential risks.

"Didn't you say she is likely to monitor our previous residence? Then we find an opportunity to pretend to go back there, throw a piece of paper into the mailbox, and write that Viscount Stford was loyal to King George III, who had a great secret, so I believe that he should be able to see it."

Xiu thought about it carefully, and Zheng Xinting said:

"good."

After communicating with what to do next, Fors stood up and pointed to the copper-green cross and said:

"We have been helped by Mr. Fool many times, and it is time to show our hearts. I plan to sacrifice it to Mr. Fool now. Do you have no objection?"

"No." Xiu replied without hesitation.

...

At noon, Richard opened the door and stared at the sun outside, feeling a strange sense of confusion.

"I feel like I've been in a bad mood, my emotions are out of control, and I can't be happy at all."

"This is the effect of a potion?"

The bound God left a seal around, and did not let His spirituality and emotions affect the place outside the room, otherwise the entire city might have been dragged by His spiritual power into chaos and extreme madness of great joy and sorrow.

He tskated, pressed his eyebrows, restrained all kinds of good or bad impulses, and walked out slowly.

It took half a month to come out to breathe, and now He urgently needs to know the situation of the country and the impact of the war with God.

The weather is getting colder, but this changes are minimal for the Southern Continent.

However, the chaos in the ocean currents caused by the war of gods, uneven rain, and changes in fish activities will cause the economy of coastal cities to suffer a devastating blow. The battle between the two gods also caused the rain clouds to rain clouds over the southern continent. It took only a moment to splash water from the wind and sunny to the sky, and everyone within the rainfall was forced to take a shower in an instant.

In the next year or even several years, port cities must be prepared to not catch fish or carry out long-distance cargo. Unfortunately, the current territories in the highlands are more prosperous, and the civilizations between the north and the south have supported overseas trade, and imported goods are basically good things. The senior officials of the Rose School who still have brains are trying to deal with this problem, but their remaining brain capacity can only come up with the easiest way - just turn spiritual things into food. Do you think the cells are still crowded?

"I think this is a bit too extreme."

Baranka wanted to reject this proposal, but he could not come up with a better plan for rest and recuperation for a while. Seeing his subordinates who were increasingly freeing themselves, He had begun to miss the Qing precepts of the ancient Highland Kingdom.

It has to be said that without foreign enemies, the Highland Kingdom can really be able to avoid being left behind.

At this moment, many fishing boats are returning to the port one by one at the port where fish are basically nowhere to be caught. It is not yet noon, but there are already many idle people in the port. The doors and windows of the shops are open, and the shelves are empty, and the bosses are lying on the counter and dozing.

A fishing boat approaches, and if there are a few fish hanging on the net, the fishermen around them will look at them with envy.

The city is filled with sad and numb air.

Someone knocked on the door panel of the store. The half-awake boss was shocked and shivered. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the person who came. He saw a rare tall man in the high ground with a clearly angular face of a foreigner.

The boss woke up instantly after a sudden excitement.

He immediately stood up, stood behind the counter with apologies, and stammered to greet the guests in a few Fsak words he heard.

The guest looked at him without any expression, and asked casually in fluent highland language:

"What else can I sell now?"

The boss was stunned and felt a little embarrassed. He also felt a lot more favorable to the customer because of this dialect. He answered proactively: "There is nothing to sell now. Tell me what you want to buy, maybe I still have it here."

“Is there any cigarette?”

The boss shook his head, but thought of the little bit of earthy cigarettes rubbed at his house, and nodded hesitantly: "There are still a few pounds of tobacco."

The guest nodded and asked again: "Is there any seafood?"

The boss laughed and whined outside: "That's what we have to do before we talk about it."

The guest frowned slightly: "You can't get it at all now?"

"It's OK, but I can't eat enough at home, and I'm still hoping to take out?" The boss was a little surprised that the person who came to the port knew something about the current situation, but he shook his head, "I don't hide it from you. I have nothing else to sell, I don't have flour or wheat, but I still have some sea salt that I dry and the earthy cigarette I rub. If you don't want it, then I can't do anything."

The sea salt made by the fisherman itself should be called sea salt crystallization... There are many harmful substances, and the quality is very low and very turbid...

The guest pondered for a few seconds: "How much flour do you think you can change to your home stuff?"
To be continued...