goddess of revolution

Chapter 911 Norton, the scheming duel between the magician and the arcanist

"If you want to retire, Chilian is the most suitable place."

Zold said: "You don't have to serve the nobles, you don't have to look at the face of a certain majesty, and you don't have to worry about making a living. You can bury your head in doing your own research if you want to do it, and live a quiet life if you don't want to do it."

"Don't worry about not being able to live a good life. You can earn a lot of contribution points by writing memoirs about the events of the Storm Islands in the past. What's more, you are a sixth-level magician like me. The magic tower."

Zold's tone became more sincere: "Old Baslayan, I don't blame you for not following me to Redstone. Now I don't want you to fall into this pit. Think about how you dealt with Gazrian How high-spirited we were when we were there."

Speaking of the past, the old magician's face became even more wrinkled into an orange peel: "This is something I regret even more. If I still stay in the Storm Islands, I can still be the patriarch. It's not like now, the family moved to the mainland, and then I will be the head of the clan. I can't control the young people anymore. Even my sons and daughters have started their own families, and the family has broken up, hey..."

"Old Baslayan, think about the 50 gold Pu'er, and you will be in balance," Zold said with a smile: "Even the gold family will inevitably fall, but as long as you have the ability, you can still rise, and it is better than before." Glossier, the world is vaster than the Storm Islands."

He turned back to the topic: "Even if the ups and downs are the magician's own business, you only need to deal with the goddess of magic, business, and order. If you vote for the arcanist, the situation will be completely different. "

The old magician was Zold's henchman during the Storm Islands era, and the patriarch of the Baslayan family.

After the magician fully returned to the mainland, the old family could still maintain the centripetal force of the family, and these small families dispersed.The old Baslayan was also unwilling to continue to bow his head under Zold's door and went to Norton to retire, but he still couldn't escape his fate.

Baslayan said: "The Arcanist promised to upgrade his title to one level, triple his territory and people, and in the newly established Norton Secret Law, as long as he has a magic tower, he can join the parliament and decide on state affairs."

Zold laughed loudly: "Those guys who don't even believe in God, where are they going to swear to ensure that what they say is the truth?"

Baslayan shrugged his shoulders: "No one believed it at first. Our Zhentarim just used the power of the Arcanist to make His Majesty face up to our existence and... legitimate rights and interests."

"That's right," Zold nodded, as he expected.

Arcanists invaded Norton, relying on airships to come and go without a trace, and wanted to directly instigate against the magicians here.

The magicians headed by the Zhentarim Society spread some sensational news to the outside world, which made Zolder unable to sit still.He knew many of these magicians, and old Baslayan was still a high-ranking Zhentarim.

Norton was next to the redstone, worried about endangering himself, and had some ideas, so Zold ran over to do the work by himself.

Then he asked: "Since this is the case, why not rely on the strength of the Red Federation?"

Baslayan smiled wryly and said: "Now everyone knows that we are not sincere. Isn't the magician looking for death by turning to the arcanist? If you go to the Chilian, your majesty will take it seriously, but you will not be able to step down."

Zold shook his head: "You can't step down now, has that His Majesty paid attention to you? Don't think that he has lost the heart of a mortal, and he can't even see through such things."

Baslayan's tone was extremely tangled: "But if you go to the Chilian, many people will take it seriously. If it continues to develop, it will be difficult for our Zhentarim to keep pace."

Zold's smile deepened: "Then communicate with the Red Federation through me as an intermediary. If someone from the Red Federation comes to win you over, just don't believe it."

Baslayan looked at Zold in surprise: "I thought you were..."

Zold smiled until his eyes narrowed: "Of course I am, and I'm in direct contact with the Chief Cardinal. Only through my channel can I get better treatment."

Seeing that Baslayan was a little puzzled, Zold continued: "Only when the matter reaches a substantive stage, that His Majesty will take it seriously. Even if things get out of hand, going to the Chilian is better than going to the Austrian Federation." The magician is good."

"If you think about it carefully, if you go to the Red Federation, you will only lose a small part of your freedom, but you will gain more freedom."

Baslayan said disapprovingly: "What kind of freedom is forced freedom? We won't really bring things to that point, and we still have to live."

Zold stopped mentioning it knowingly, and followed Baslayan to find other high-level officials of the Zhentarim Society.In half a day, a consensus was reached with all the core figures of this organization, and some news was released through reliable channels.

That night, the news that the Zhentalin Society had contacted the Red Federation was spread on the dark web of Tradewind Network and the United Communication Network. In addition to the news that the Red Federation spies were persuading the magician to defect to the past, there was also the possibility that the Red Federation might enter Norton. Amazing news to control the area.

The next day, Zold came to Governor Norton's mansion proudly, humming a little song.

As a former friend of Cardinal Fei Gong, he warned the Governor, saying that the Zhentarim Society is indeed colluding with the Red Federation, to scare the Governor, and ask him to report to that Majesty immediately, so that His Majesty will pay attention to what happened here. This is the key to his entire plan step.

In the governor's mansion, he didn't see the governor, but saw a girl in a white dress and a gold ring on her head. Zold was so frightened that he almost turned his head and ran away.

Of course not that Majesty, but it is also equivalent to that Majesty.

This is a saint of order...

In the Dawn Empire, there are more than a dozen known Saintesses of Order, including Princess Ariel of Hadron and Prince Jon's attendant O'Flynn.

This Saintess of Order is still fresh-faced, a little older, over 20 years old, tall and beautiful, with a frost-like aura on her body, one can tell that her status is not low besides the Saintess.

"I am the Holy Maiden of Order, Bodina, the third princess of Kandas..."

The saint is not in the state of divine descent at this time, but Zolder is not sure whether the goddess of order is listening through the saint, so he can only say tremblingly: "Your highness, what can I do for you?"

The saint said: "You are in contact with the Zhentarim, and you came to the Governor, do you want to speak as the spokesperson of the Zhentarim?"

It's over, I was stared at by that majesty!

Zold yelled in his heart, but kept a smile and indifference on his face: "I have many friends in the Zhentarim, and I am worried that they will go on the wrong path, so I came here to persuade them."

The saint said coldly: "Are you advised to join the Red Federation?"

Zold pretended to be stupid: "You...what did you say?"

The saint's eyes overflowed with golden light, and his words became indistinct. Zold felt in a trance, as if his soul had been pulled out, and was so shocked that he almost knelt on the ground.

The Goddess of Order has arrived!
I heard Teresia, the goddess of order, say: "I used to ignore you. Emotions really blind the eyes of mortals."

"Then Zold Mildern, I will leave the Norton matter to you."

"You are responsible for stabilizing Norton's situation and driving the Arcanist out. I will give you the necessary assistance."

"If you can't do it, you can come to my kingdom of God. I'm missing a soul who doesn't believe in me, but is enough... smooth as a research sample."

Zold was covered in sweat from shock, but he was still fighting hard: "Your Majesty, my strength is limited..."

The goddess said again: "If you complete the task, you will be named a marquis and then serve as the chairman of the Masters Association."

Zold's expression straightened, and he said sternly, "But I will do my best to prove my loyalty to the Empire to Your Majesty!"

The feeling of trance disappeared, and the voice of the goddess changed to the Northland accent of the saint: "Your Majesty's oracle has been cleared, tell me if you need anything, and at the same time..."

The saint stared at Zold, her tone was extremely cold: "If there is any disagreement or if the errand is messed up, I will execute the punishment on behalf of His Majesty!"

Zold was obedient and dared not say a word.

After leaving the Governor's Mansion, Zold seemed to see the sun again.

Muttering things like "I'm sorry the Chief Cardinal can't help this time" and "I can play a bigger role when I have a higher status", Zold smiled brightly on his face.

………………

In the evening, dozens of magicians gathered in Baslayan's magic tower.The gathering of these people means that the Zhentarim is determined to go one step further than creating public opinion, and to fight for their interests with practical actions.

"Zold, we've all discussed..."

Basrayan said: "We have a list here, which lists the names, assets and areas of expertise of the four members of the Zhentarim Society 640. You will forward it to the Red Federation and get a reply from them as soon as possible. That is us How will people be treated if they go to the Red Federation?"

"After getting this reply, we will spread it on the Internet. Of course, we will also let the arcanists know and let them increase the price."

"This matter is fast, and the Arcanist has no patience. I believe that His Majesty will not just sit idly by. It is best to have the result within two days."

Zold was silent for a moment, and said leisurely: "The reason why your Zhentarim Society has been forced to where it is today is because there is no one on it."

"If you are at the top of the empire... no, even if it's just at the top of the Mage Union, if someone speaks for you, you won't be like now, trembling every step of the way, just like stepping on a tightrope in the sky."

Baslayan and other high-level officials were speechless, and this was indeed their sore spot.But they are soft-spoken and don't have much oil and water, who will take care of them?
Zold continued: "But you have done a good job, you have proven your worth. Even if it is small, on the multi-party game board in front of you, these pieces of you have shown the power to influence the game."

"Now, the Goddess and Her Majesty the Empress have noticed you, and I, as Her Majesty's spokesperson, come here to unify you, this list..."

He took the list from Baslayan, who was stunned because of extreme shock: "I will study it, and the final result will be reviewed by His Majesty, but I will suggest to His Majesty that everyone on the list be promoted to a title , Double the territory and citizens, and at the same time cancel your debts to the Joint Communications Committee and the Masters Union."

The scene was silent for a long time, and then there was one after another of crusading and even cursing.

Zold didn't panic, stretched his arms and said, "Everyone, isn't this a better result than the other two options?"

Baslayan shook his white beard and said, "Zold, I thought you were..."

Zold smiled and said, "I am indeed, but I am also His Majesty's loyal servant. Have you forgotten my title? Your Majesty's loyal watchdog, and..."

He scanned the crowd and repeated what he said just now: "There is no one above you..."

Pointing at himself again: "So, here I am."

He went on to say: "Isn't this the purpose of your tossing? Now I have brought you the most ideal results."

The magicians settled down, and Baslayan also showed a look of surprise.

After a while, the identity of Zold was confirmed from Governor Norton through a summons. The magicians looked at each other, conveying joy and relief.

Baslayan and several high-level officials were not completely relieved: "The Arcanists are still there, they will not let it go, and their invasion of Norton's fleet is not something we can fight against. The reason why His Majesty appeased us is because He also temporarily Can't draw the strength to deal with the Arcanist? So..."

Zold nodded: "So, these promises will only be fulfilled after they are eliminated...at least after the Arcanist is driven away."

The atmosphere of joy disappeared immediately, and the mages began to discuss in a crowd. Some said that there is no free bread and milk in the world, and some said that they might as well go to the Red Federation. But never thought about it.

"Since we are loyal to the empire and His Majesty, the empire should protect us." Someone was particularly excited: "Why should we risk our lives to serve the empire? Haven't we paid enough gold to the empire?" ?”

Zold tried his best to appease everyone, and then said: "This is also a business, it's worth the risk. You don't need to work hard with the Arcanist, just..."

He shut up in time and put on a mysterious smile: "All you need to do is pretend that you want to continue negotiating with the Arcanist, and leave the rest to me."

Baslayan was stunned again, and after exchanging glances with other high-level officials, he said resolutely: "We people, there is really no one above. Zold, we will follow you from now on."

The high-level officials expressed their opinions one after another, and Zold accepted the title of honorary chairman of the Zhentarim with a smile.

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At the junction of Norton and the Weeping Sand Sea, an airship squeezed out of the air, descended slowly, penetrated the protective barrier in the valley, and hovered at the top of the magic tower.

This huge floating ship looks like a product of the old era, but the concealment function is rarely found in new floating ships.

On the deck of the airship, several people were whispering.They wear gorgeous robes similar to magic robes, but decorated with sun, moon and stars instead of magic runes. The staff in their hands is not a magician's staff, but a single-handed staff similar to a pointer, which makes their identities unmistakable. .

It is the arcanist who does not believe in gods, does not rely on the magic net mastered by the goddess of magic to cast spells, and claims to be the apostle of truth.

The young arcanist with two silver borders printed on the sleeve said: "Your Excellency, these magicians have been secretive before and refused to engage in substantive negotiations with us. Now their attitude has changed so quickly. Be careful! There is a problem."

The middle-aged arcanist with only one gold border sneered: "There must be a problem. Those weak bones used us as a ladder to shake the goddess of order, but there was no movement. Now I want to use the negotiation to get some recordings and even release them. It's just to stimulate the goddess of order."

"Their farce is over here, haven't you seen other floating ships?"

Duroux, who is called Your Excellency, is obviously a legendary arcanist, with a cruel smile on his face: "We were not prepared before, so we dealt with those guys. Now, it's time to catch them all !"

"The souls of hundreds of magicians can make hundreds of horcruxes. I don't believe that the benevolent emperor will throw them away when they get back Teros. With these horcruxes, countless souls can be saved. The lives of the people of the empire."

The young arcanist exclaimed: "In this way, Norton's chaos will also help His Majesty share the pressure, and our faction's status in the God Puppet Association will also be higher."

The legendary arcanist said contemptuously: "Those guys know how to obediently follow His Majesty the Emperor, playing with things like dragon souls, and dare not show His Majesty the true power of an arcanist!"

"Dragon souls are powerful, but they are too few in number to play a decisive role in war. Only the soul, the human soul is a strategic weapon! Mortals are everywhere, whether they are sinners or enemies, enslaving their souls for the sake of Imperial service, isn't that a matter of course?"

"The Red Federation is doing this, but the emperor always regards this as an evil crime, lest we avoid it, we can only work harder and use practical actions to convince him."

"The magicians are here, let's go down..."

The Arcanists turned into phantoms and flashed on the top terrace of the magic tower.

This is a dilapidated magic tower. The protective barrier is intact, but it needs to be stimulated.Both sides feel at ease by choosing to hold negotiations here.

Stepping into the hall from the terrace, Durukes saw several Zhentarim leaders he was familiar with, and of course they all knew each other through the Tradewind Network.

Then he saw a magician whom he had never seen before, but whom he knew.

Zolder Mildern...

It was very active in the era of the Storm Islands. After the establishment of the Dawn Empire, it was depressed for a while. After the Erxiang Incident, it became more silent. Now it is actually mixed with the Zhentarim Society.

The new God Puppet Society of the Holy Will Empire is different from the previous God Puppet Society. The arcanists in it are very concerned about the world situation, and this person is no stranger to them.

"The Earl of Cold Spring..."

Duroux narrowed his eyes, and called out Zold's title: "I really didn't expect that you would be mixed with these insignificant magicians."

Zold also squinted his eyes and said, "Druux, the vice president of the God Puppet Association? I really didn't expect it. You are the leader of the arcanists."

The two laughed again at the same time, and said in unison: "What an unexpected harvest..."

The following words are also very synchronous...

"There's no need to waste time, I'll deal with you here!"

"I have nothing to say to you, let's do it!"

The arcanist's field unfolded, and the frantic arcane power that seemed to be able to tear everything apart rushed out like a storm, and it was about to cover Zold and other magicians.

The people around Zold, who looked like attendants, stepped forward, golden light spewed out, and their crisp and clear shouts shocked the soul: "In the name of order—!"

The golden light collided with the storm, and the smoke and dust sprayed out from the doors and windows of the castle with gravel, and even the enchantment violently rippled.

The floating ship above the castle lowered its bow, and the muzzle of the magic gun pointed at the castle.At the same time, the air above the barrier was turbulent, and floating ships appeared one after another.

In the higher sky, the clouds broke, and the slender, pure white airship descended like a swan. In the following airships, countless magical fighters flew out, pulling out streaks of white smoke, Humming and rushing towards the Arcanist's airship.

On the ridge on the side of the valley, Zold followed several magicians out of the air, his face still in shock.

"No, is it okay?"

Watching the valley turn into a battlefield, Baslayan said nervously, "Can your majesty beat an arcanist?"

Zold said angrily: "Don't think that the empire is defeated by the Chilian, and others can treat the empire like a persimmon!"

He looked up at the Arcanist's airship, which was obviously behind the times, and then at another wave of magical planes flying from the east at low altitude, and continued: "I drew up the plan, and I have absolute confidence in it." !Even if it’s just gathering remnants and defeated generals, it’s enough to deal with these Arcanists.”

While speaking, the castle collapsed, and the [-]-meter-high giant of holy light appeared, and a little bit of detail was quickly outlined, just like the incarnation of the grace that Chaboni turned into during the air battle in the crying sand sea.

Zold laughed and said, "Look, Your Majesty even blessed the Holy Maiden with divine grace, the Arcanist is finished!"

Baslayan and the other magicians stayed for a while, confirming that the Aurora Empire had the clear upper hand, they all laughed too.

"I'm going to be an earl soon." Basillayan's eyes fluttered, and he said longingly, "I have to get a good name."

(End of this chapter)