Chapter 52

Thinker

Although Russell's words did not use any of the power of holy light, every word of Russell did have a strange power, which triggered the eternal imprint of the sages of all generations in the cathedral, formed a magical spiritual resonance, integrating the warmth of the holy light and the comfort of the soul into everyone's heart, calming their thoughts, triggering thoughts, and forming a virtuous cycle. After listening for a while, Caesar suddenly felt that his restless state of mind had gradually stabilized. If he was thinking and practicing in this environment, he would inevitably make progress.

"So that's it... I'm wondering, whether it's civilians or nobles, whether it's poor or rich, whether it's officials or ordinary workers, they are all ordinary people. They abide by the rules shared by the world. When struggling, they must need spiritual teaching and a shelter. Holy Light plays this role well, but professionals have self-strengthening hearts, why do they come here to listen to these..." Caesar felt the fluctuations of power in the church. In addition to Lola around him, there are also seventh-level strongmen with two or three big cats and kittens. As for below seventh-level, there are more.

"Every eighth-level strongman is a living legend, let alone a peerless strongman like Archbishop Russell." Caesar shook his head, "This kind of thing is equivalent to a paladin who can be called the incarnation of holy light and sharing his thoughts and experiences with everyone. Ordinary people who have never practiced will naturally cultivate themselves after listening to the bishop's explanations. Professionals who pursue the power of the world will benefit a lot. This is a good idea, but unfortunately they cannot be popularized in the Holy Mountain."

...This is really impossible. The strong people who can be promoted to the eighth level are tough people with great wisdom and perseverance. They have seen the endless changes in the world and understand the various forms of sentient beings in the world. Whether they are saints or wizards, they can be called peerless wise men. That's because there is no concept of so-called IQ in the eighth level.

However, under the eighth level, even many seventh level Saint Seiya have not yet degenerated the muscles in their brains into brain cells. The barbarians have always been too lazy to think about it. It is not feasible to let eighth level Saint Seiya sit and discuss it from time to time like Bishop Russell. Even if those naughty kids with muscular bumps can listen, the old bitch may not have the patience to speak.

Even if the old bitch were patient, Caesar could not guarantee whether these old men with inverse proportion to their age would impatiently hit someone because of a naughty child's stupid questioning... No, this would definitely happen.

Therefore, Saint Seiya is the one among the seven professions who pays the most attention to asceticism and self-training, and is the best in the mainland.

The congenital defect of the race... There is nothing we can do about it. Caesar sighed, and then a light flashed through his mind: "... The barbarians don't do it, it doesn't mean the orcs don't do it. Although they have been assimilated by the Arret Mountains over the years, there must be many brains. The argument is that the Thunder Legion can form a ranged mage unit. In the barbarians' military power, they can only have flying axe formations and fighting gods and spears thrown together. Although there is no problem with the power, it is not gorgeous..."

"So... I can invite eighth-level strong men to the Thunder Legion and even the entire 23 Beast Clan to give lectures, and even directly recommend students to them. There are also eighth-level strong men in the folk. Three of the top ten Saints are familiar, the most familiar one is Makarov. I can even send the warriors that the Beast Clan needs to be trained directly to the Fairy Tale's tail. It should be safe to have them take care of..." Caesar thought more and more, and his thinking quickly spread out. "The previous Northern War Gods of the Northland before me did not attach much importance to the development of the Beast Clan, and only provided them with necessary protection and help. However, since the future of the Beast Clan is in my hands, it should not be treated so negatively. The Beast Clan must send more young people out to study..."

"But there are also disadvantages in this way. Not to mention that there are still many ignorant scum who regard orcs as slaves. Orcs far away in foreign lands need strong protection, but the strong ones in the beast clan are withered, with very few seventh level, and they can't provide enough protection at all, and it's not easy for the barbarians to intervene... Alas, let's leave this matter to Hero and the others. I just need to write down my ideas." Caesar made up his mind and said silently, "And I don't know how many orcs are living in the entire continent who are doing well and have better abilities like Black Cats, and I don't know how many orcs are still suffering in the dark mines, bloody glad arenas and the mansions of the fallen people. However, after the Thunder Legion's work in Frank further spreads on the mainland, the North should issue an order to recall the tribesmen who are living in the mainland... Orcs need a stable and powerful home."

"What is your Majesty thinking?" Lola's question came from the side. Caesar turned his head and the nun's hand emitted a faint holy light, which was slowly fading away. There was a faint curiosity and blame on her face, "You seemed to have murderous intention just now."

"Oh, sorry, I thought of something unhappy." Caesar waved his hand in no sincerity, "Don't care, it's not targeting anyone in this church."

"Is that?" Lola smiled faintly, "In this environment, under the archbishop's speech, almost everyone will think of the beautiful things in life. It's amazing that His Majesty can actually think of the inspiration of murderous intent."

"There are always some unsightly things in this world. We Saint Seiya are not very patient, and we will not give alms even a little bit of pity for the hopeless debris." Caesar whispered, "We are barbarians."

"Is it because of the orcs?" Lola's heart moved and instantly remembered many records about Caesar. The earliest records about the monarch of the North were not the southward journey a few months ago. On the contrary, the memorandum of the Pope Hall recorded the deeds of the Saint Seiya and the soldiers of the North in the families and headquarters of the chamber of commerce engaged in slave hunting movements. The cruel and vicious methods aroused the indignation and disgust of many clergymen, because killing all the young and old is really challenging human nature.

It is said that the actions of the Temple of War caused a great discussion in Yunzhongcheng. Some people believed that the barbarians' revenge had obviously gone too far, and many hawks believed that this approach was not impossible. This debate was about whether it was necessary for the barbarians to slaughter humans for orcs, and whether humans should treat orcs equally, and ended in vain. The revenge massacre led by Caesar made the Pope Hall very depressed because of the strong professional qualities of the Saint Seiya.

Overall, the Paladins' conservatives believe that although the group of scum who blasphemed life and slave traders are not worth dying, it is always unhappy for humans to die because of orcs. Although Caesar felt unhappy for this great humanism, he also knew that changing the orcs' views in humans' minds still requires a lot of effort. No matter what, he is the king of the barbarians and orcs, neither of them will give up.

So Caesar raised his eyebrows: "Yes, I have always been committed to letting those scumbags who dare to provoke the North have no place to die, let them experience the pain imposed on my innocent people thousands of times, and let their sins be paid. Since they dare to take risks for 300% of the profit, I will send their whole family to the gallows."

Lola blinked: "I am a Paladin... The education of the Holy Light is always facing everyone."

"If confession is useful, if apology is useful, then professions and weapons will no longer exist." Caesar narrowed his eyes, "I know what you want to say, but if those executioners with bloody and stinking hands wake up and confess to you, how do you deal with them? Or, what atonement can calm the blood, tears, pain and anger of innocent people?"

"Only... Eye for an eye, tooth for an tooth, this is my law and the iron law of the north." Caesar's eyes were calm and firm. In such a gaze, any language was pale and powerless, but Lola was stunned for a moment and actually showed a gloating expression: "Uh... Please discuss this with Archbishop Russell for such a question. The little woman's realm is not enough to talk to His Majesty... But now, please deal with the upcoming difficulties."

Caesar was curious for a moment, and then felt a crisis. When Russell's eyes swept over, Caesar knew that something was going to be bad. Sure enough, the old man's eyes passed over the crowd in front and fell on Caesar. The Archbishop showed a kind smile: "Let this young knight share his experience and thoughts. The heart that exudes unwavering glory really makes an old man like me feel that he is dozens of years younger."

So countless people turned around in unison and looked in the direction of Caesar. A cold sweat quietly left on the barbarian's forehead: "What are they watching me do?"

"Go, Your Majesty..." Lola pushed Caesar's arm with a smile on her face, "I didn't expect to listen to a great speech by His Majesty. I'm so lucky to have three lives... Every time the bishop's argument ends, I will randomly ask an audience to talk about their inner thoughts and thoughts about life, so as to achieve the communication between everyone's hearts. This is a rare opportunity..."

"It's really rare." Caesar nodded indifferently, then secretly took out a knife from his portable space. "Ahem... I don't threaten people often, but it's very eccentric to threaten people. Go... I'll take it over."

"Your Majesty is stage frightened? Wasn't you very powerful just now?" Lola looked aggrieved, "or would she only bully a weak nun like others?"

"Don't use provocation to me, it's useless to tell you." Caesar rolled his eyes, "Hmph, men in the North will not be afraid of anything, just go."


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