Chapter 219: “Fucking Great
Chapter 219: Fucking Absolute
The heavy gold proved to be very good.
After learning about the history of the Zanero Plateau, Heine had a simple mental prognosis of the people and the economic situation here.
With the quick help of the magic net, this place had once prospered.
Paper money even appeared at one point.
Other countries also have paper money, in the case of the elves, for example, when Heine has seen the “ancient tree leaves” this kind of thing.
A few lightweight magic leaves represented hundreds of gold coins, lightweight, reliable, and self-counterfeiting.
However, the existence of the magic net accelerated the intensification of racial conflicts, and the society built by the Zoroastrians and the orcs was shuffled.
The magic net was destroyed, and the clans were cut off.
With this chaos, the general equivalence of the past lost its credibility.
Coupled with the fact that there was no magic net here, the Lion King’s Void Capsule trade could not move in, leading to an overall trade inefficiency and a reverse trade method.
So, back to precious metal trading.
Especially gold, which had purchasing power in other countries as well, became a true hard currency.
And coincidentally, in the treasury of the lord’s house in the mountainous region of Makara, there happened to be a pile of gold coins that couldn’t be sold, eating dust.
It was a gift from Goldtooth.
Including but not limited to tons of gold, energizing stones, rare metal materials, collectibles, and so on.
The latter two require a market to circulate.
And as Heine realized the origins and effects of the Charge Stones, these were things he was not at all willing to mess around with.
This was energy.
It was never wrong to stockpile energy.
And so, the gold coins that always fall to dust are maximized in places like this.
And the primitive and inefficient means of trade on the highlands had its benefits.
Benefiting commoners like Heine.
It’s like playing csgo, when everyone has low latency, the rookies have no gaming experience.
They are so broken that they die when they show their heads.
In the eyes of an expert rookie is worse than a bot.
But in a high latency area like the Zanello Plateau, with three or four digits, the ping of the server is red.
That’s when the masters get far more interference than the rookies.
So with only the knowledge he had learned in his past life from the internet, Heine could barely operate.
After all, Chandler and Simon were both in Veritas, and there was no one to help him.
With this concept in mind, the first money offensive was beginning to pay off.
These Zanjos in front of him soon decided to sit down and have a good talk.
Of course, the so-called “making Arthur the head of the clan” was just a small trick to “tear down the house”.
Although he is very powerful, and also got the patriarch’s weapon, and also suspected to be the profession of Zoroastrian warrior.
But he is, after all, an airborne alien.
No matter how big-hearted these Zanros were, it was impossible for them to accept it.
On the one hand, there was distrust.
On the other hand, what if you pat yourself on the back after a few days?
So the negotiations quickly moved to the next stage – each taking a step back.
In the end, surprisingly, Farkas became the patriarch.
This turned out to be the best outcome for both sides.
If Arthur didn’t leave, then he would always be the man who stood behind the patriarch, and if a strong enemy invaded, he would have to stand up and protect the clan.
If Arthur left, then with the disobedient spirit of the Zanjos, Farkas would have to hand over the patriarch’s position as well.
Either way, it’s not a loss, and it makes more sense than some airborne foreigner.
And that, too, was what Heine wanted.
After this, it was time for the storytelling session.
…
“…… I’m sure you’ve all seen that at the time of the crime, Priest Hathar first traveled to the marketplace and was then brutally murdered.
“The Ursa patriarch was then overwhelmed with grief, which led him to appear at the bazaar and fight with a mysterious opponent, and in the end, a large hole broke open in his chest and he died tragically on the spot.
“In other words, it was the same person who killed both of them, while the murderer mysteriously disappeared and took the weapon of the Ursa patriarch with him.
“And now, the weapon was brought back by Mr. Arthur from the mountains of McCalla, so where did the murderer go?”
Farkas asked.
He swept everyone with a sincere gaze.
If at first he was just memorizing his lines, but now he saw the thought and wonder in their eyes ……
He was suddenly a bit hooked.
This kind of joy …… of fooling others seemed to be quite emotional.
And then when he thought about the fact that he actually did become the patriarch, it seemed to be even more charged.
“The McCalla Mountains?” Someone replied tentatively.
“Right.”
Farkas nodded, “The killer is back in the McCalla Hills, his name is Lloyd Gitler.”
“Gittler?”
Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
“What’s wrong? Something wrong with that last name?”
“Don’t you know, Gitil is a big surname in the Yankee pantheon!”
“Yankees again? So they’ve had their hands on the McCalla Mountains for a long time!?”
“I did hear some kind of haunted joke about a manor house ……”
“Could it be that these two Gittilers are one family?”
Some thinly veiled thoughts began to spread.
The blockade of the McCalla Mountains was one-way, so the situation within the mountains traveled to the four realms in the form of various jokes.
Now, all of this scattered information from the past was being strung together by imagination.
“Yes, Lloyd Gittler comes from the very surname you are thinking of, and the Gittlers even have an estate in the mountains of Makara!”
Farkas’s voice drowned out the small murmurs.
He continued loudly:
“I’m sure you all heard not long ago that the Burial Ground Academy in the mountains was burned to the ground by a holy light that fell from the sky.
“Yes, this was undoubtedly the work of the People of Gold, and the Burying Ground was the very expansion of the Gitilers at the behest of the Yankees!
“Naturally, the Folk of Gold dared to act so wantonly without the standing and underhanded help of the pointed ears of the Court of Cuirassiers.
“Coupled with the secret collusion between the Cornu and the Dwarves in the south, selling large quantities of high-quality logs at low prices to the Eagle’s Nest ……
“You should understand what I am talking about.”
Immediately, someone stood up angrily:
“Are you saying that we are the only ones who are abiding by the Four Nations Convention like idiots?”
These words spoke the minds of almost everyone in the room!
After all, Farkas had already said it to this point.
“Obviously.”
Farkas smiled tautly.
I can’t believe they all believed it ……
But his laugh became self-deprecating to the others.
Without waiting for them to continue speculating, Farkas continued:
“But we all know that there is still a lord’s house there …… Yes, a lord’s house that is cordoned off like a prisoner.
“However that lord George was an ambitious man and he wanted to change all that!
“As you can see, Mr. Arthur is from the lordship, and the weapons he is holding are the spoils of war that were captured after the lordship went out and swept away the manor of Gittler!
“All that I know of this comes from the imprisoned Lloyd Gittille.
“In other words, it was the human lords of the mountains who avenged us, on behalf of the Ulthar patriarch!”
This sudden truth shocked the people at the scene.
After a short silence, someone couldn’t help but ask:
“What does that Lord George mean? We clearly invaded them, and he can still …… him this is too noble, right?”
“Because this invasion is a plot in itself! He can’t bear to see the conspiracy succeed!”
When it came time to throw dirt on himself, Farkas’ heart ached vaguely.
But he looked a little “pained” to others.
“This was admitted by the abominable Gitil himself, who secretly controlled the priests and misinterpreted the oracle.
“‘The ancient sanctuary calls to its firstborn’. The ancestors only told us to ‘go home’, they didn’t tell us to fight back!
“The accursed Yankees are trying to get us to deplete each other’s strength to facilitate their invasion of the mountains!
“And that Lord George has said that we should be comrades in arms who deliver each other’s backs, not enemies!
“The only kind of transcendental profession in the Lordship is that of a warrior, and do you not understand the deep and close connection?”
Rumble–
It was as if a shocking thunderclap exploded above everyone’s head.
Everything became clear.
Yeah, why could Arthur summon something like the Ancestral Spirit?
Since the Zoroastrians are the firstborn of the Holy Land, wouldn’t the natives of the Holy Land be brothers?
The eyes of these people looking at Arthur were suddenly less resistant.
Instead, they blamed themselves for the sadness that flowed from this indifferent man’s eyes at the moment.
–He was probably sad because of his brother’s betrayal, right? These Zanjos empathized ruthlessly.
There are indeed many similarities between the mountains of Makkala today and the Zanzibar plateau.
Who spearheaded the four-nation pact?
Veritas!
Who is the enemy of the Zanzibar plateau today?
Veritas!
Who made the magic web that none of us have?
Veritas!
A faint, sad sense of empathy pervaded the leaky tent.
It was of course only a momentary sensibility, and would not last.
But it has silently changed the tone and atmosphere of this conversation.
Just then, an old man with gray hair stood up angrily.
“You fart!”
It was none other than Soul Priest Hathar’s father.
He pointed a trembling finger at Farkas:
“You say my son misinterpreted the oracle?”
“No, it was the Lord Priest who was compelled by that Lloyd.”
“How could my son be compelled by him!”
Without Farkas answering, someone sneered, “So many people saw it, the Priest Lord was put down by that guy in one move.”
The old man immediately glared at him, but the other party did not budge at all.
Eventually the old man left the tent with his people in anger.
This little episode did not have much effect on the situation.
Someone soon returned to reality and frowned, “Then this money ……”
“As I said, this is that Lord Lord’s sincerity, as well as investment.”
Farkas sighed, “Under the blockade of the Four Nations Convention, even if they saved this money, they can’t spend it ……”
“Ugh ……”
Sighs rang out one after another as if they were self-deprecating.
Understand.
Understood too much.
How are they not blocked by modern trade dominated by void sac technology?
At this time in the corner of the tent, Mr. Xia watched this group of Zoroastrians gradually fooled limp, and even concerned about this money will not be a burden on “Lord George” ……
He couldn’t help but think in his mind:
“Damn, Heine is really absolute.”
……
The sky is getting dark, after discussing how to distribute this “sincerity” of the people have left the tent has been repaired.
Farkas, who had taken off his disguise, sighed with relief.
Although he was tired, it was really good.
On top of that, he had a lot of admiration for that Lord Heine who had remotely planned all of this.
It’s really hard for him to make up such a really fake story ……
After that story was told, the way the others looked at them changed.
How could he have known that Heine hadn’t lied much at all.
He was basically telling the big truth.
And he was prepared to let these truths spread on the Zanzibar plateau.
In this current situation, the Zanros were the best allies.
Because Ursa died violently and not in a coup, his family was properly placed.
Farkas led Arthur back to the empty “patriarch’s” tent.
For his own protection, Arthur will follow him.
This is reassuring for both parties.
Just as he closed the curtain and lit the goat oil lamp, a line of dark purple letters floated out.
“You did well.”
Appearing together was Mr. Xia with a new hood.
With the Gitil farm gradually recovering, the first batch of hemolyzed hemp had been harvested.
Mr. Natsu no longer had to worry about this appearance going out of print.
Underneath the scarlet mask was a trembling dark purple soul fire, and even though the other party was praising himself, Farkas was a little chilled.
“Thanks.” He said carefully.
Mr. Xia, however, left him behind and walked towards Arthur, who had been sitting next to the fire pit without saying a word since he had entered.
“Brother, I wonder how he convinced you.”
“Can I ask that?”
He asked.
At first Heine had asked Arthur to follow Mr. Summer on the trip, and the warrior brother had firmly refused.
He would keep to the lord’s house.
But after Heine handed him a page, Arthur agreed.
Mr. Summer was curious.
And the melon smelled even better when he thought that he was the only one who could eat it, and his brothers had to beg him with their eyes if they wanted to eat it!
The warrior brother looked up at him twice and took out a page from the jacket compartment.
Mr. Xia took the note and saw only that it read:
“I swear in the name of my ancestors that Heine Heinrich will not pay with his life for the hidden secrets he has seen this night.
He has the right to refuse, and I will not resent his refusal and persecute or expel him in any way afterward.
But I am confident that, knowing the circumstances, he will join in this holy but difficult cause and join me in changing all this.
–Lord George Albert Severn.”
So that’s how it is ……
Mr. Xia sighed inwardly.
It was George’s last wish, that’s why Arthur left.
He silently handed the note back, but the warrior brother waved his hand.
“Burn it.”
Mr. Summer nodded and tossed it into the fire pit.
“I’m going out on a mission.”
Arthur: “Good.”
……
The afternoon’s conversation was organized into a few easy to understand messages including, but not limited to, “The killer has been found”, “A new patriarch has been born”, “The new patriarch can fight”, “We’re rich”, and so on, which were publicly advertised in the downtown area along with the patriarch’s weapons. “We’re rich” or something to that effect, which was publicly advertised in the downtown area along with the clan leader’s weapon.
So by the time night fell, the clan had finally calmed down after a day of chaos.
Mr. Natsu walked through the empty streets and easily entered the “Noble Quarter”.
The people who attended the meeting during the day basically lived here.
This was also one of the tasks of his trip.
After strolling around, he didn’t find the phenomenon of “pulling small groups of people to conspire in private” as he had imagined.
These people have all gone home to make children, this place is full of guns.
“What a simple folk ……”
He began his second mission without stopping.
This was also the main task that Heine had assigned him – to find the so-called “ancient oracle”.
“The usurper will taste his own evil.”
“The ancient sanctuary calls to its firstborn.”
That’s an interesting way of putting it.
Who is the usurper?
Why is the Zoroastrian the firstborn?
Why did the Soul Priests say in one sentence that there were five genjutsu spells within the mountains?
Even their spirit evocation rituals are so similar to gladiatorial spells ……
These are the tasks of a certain wanderer.
Soon, he arrived at the former Soul Priest’s tent.
A little closer, he detected the soul fluctuations within it.
As well as a powerful conversation.
“Great My Lord, our plans have leaked.”
Crap?
(End of chapter)