How to become a mermaid

Chapter 378 Xiaoyu and I are best brothers!

How to prevent the Holy Fire Cult from converting believers on the founding day?
This question lay over the heads of Samantel and Moni, making them silent for a long time.

"Da da da da..." The carriage team was speeding towards the winery.

Amidst the sound of horseshoes, Shamanlael, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Declare war on the Mayan Empire!"

Money thought he heard it wrong, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I said...declare war on the Mayan Empire!" Samantel repeated what he had just said.

I have to say that this proposal is really a bit bold, and it took a while for even Moni to react.

He looked at Shamanleir suspiciously, and asked as if confirming: "The reason for the war... is to prevent them from converting believers?"

"Almost!" Samantel nodded and explained: "The founding day of the Sacred Fire Sect is on September [-]th, and there is only about one month left from now. In this short month, we It's hard to find a softer way to stop them!"

"Only by declaring war on them, then they will have to deploy manpower to deal with us, and then they will not be able to achieve the goal of converting the people into fanatical believers!"

"Let me think about it!" Money said with a solemn expression.

Although what Shamanleir said was reasonable and feasible, Moni still felt that it was too radical.

Di Geya finally ushered in peace. If he took the initiative to provoke a war at this time, it would cause dissatisfaction among the people.

What's more, if there is a war with the Mayan Empire, other countries will definitely not sit idly by. Di Geya still does not have the ability to challenge the entire continent by himself.

If this is lost...

The consequences could be disastrous!

After much deliberation, Moni rejected the proposal: "I think... this method is still not appropriate!"

"There is still one month left. We can't be messed up by the Holy Fire Cult. If we think about it carefully, we should be able to come up with a solution!"

Hearing Moni's refusal, Samantel did not show any disappointment on his face, but seemed a little relieved.

"Sorry... I was impulsive just now!" He apologized to Mooney.

After talking about the idea of ​​starting a war just now, Shaman Lair regretted it a little.

It is indeed a bit too hasty to break up with the Mayan Empire now. Let alone the encirclement and suppression of other countries on the mainland, just say that if those people from the Holy Fire Sect are impatient and let them plan ahead, the situation will be even worse.

"Hey..." Shamanlael sighed with a heavy heart.

He didn't know how he would easily say something like declaring war, maybe he really became a bad-hearted fish?

"It's okay, we still have time, I will work with you to find a solution!" Moni thought he was disappointed that his plan was rejected, so he comforted him.

Samantel nodded and did not speak again.

The carriage fell into silence, each man and fish were thinking.

Soon, the whole convoy arrived at the winery.

When they saw the place, the arctic creatures began to get off the bus noisily. They were like a group of elementary school students who came out for a spring outing. No matter what they saw, they felt fresh.

"It looks so big here, and you can smell a fragrance from a long distance!"

"It's grapes! I smell grapes!"

"Not only grapes, but also a smell of grain! It's the same as the human food we ate this morning!"

"Let me go in and have a look! I want to see how human wine is made!"

"..."

Hearing these noisy voices around him, Shamanlear regained a little mood.

If those people from the Sacred Fire Cult control the world, will his friends never be as happy as they are now?

In this case, it's okay to become a bad-hearted fish.

In order to protect the world he loves, he must stop the Holy Fire Cult's conspiracy!

With such a mood, Samantel followed the group of arctic creatures into the winery.

Seeing His Majesty the King bringing the guest fishes from afar, the staff of the winery greeted them tremblingly.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty! Your arrival has made our place flourish, and the auspicious stars are shining! Even...even the smell of wine in the air has become stronger!" The person in charge of the winery - a potbellied Mustache stumbles and flatters Mooney.

When he moved his eyes aside and saw Shamanleer beside Moni, he almost fainted.

"Bobobobo... amazing!" Mustache opened his mouth in surprise, his jaw was about to drop.

The surprise and fanaticism in his eyes did not appear to be feigned, and he was obviously a Pochi cultist who confused Shamanlell with Pochi.

"I'm not Pochi!" Seeing this, Samantel could only clarify helplessly.

It's not the first time someone has been mistaken. He looks so much like Pochi?Or are these believers not sincere at all?

That would be troublesome!
Shaman Lair's voice is indeed different from Pochi's, and the person in charge of the winery who listens to sacred music every day at home has also heard the difference.

His face turned pale all of a sudden, he stared at Shamanleir with straight eyes, and muttered to himself: "I can even get the holy face of God Pochi wrong, I don't deserve to say that I am Pochi Faithful followers of God! I am not worthy!"

"God! Please forgive my ignorance and ignorance!"

"Ugh..."

This middle-aged man, who was quite old, knelt on the ground and covered his face and cried bitterly like a child who made a mistake.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Samantel didn't know how to react for a while.

He turned his head to look at Moni, but saw Moni shook his head, hinting with his eyes that Shamanlell should leave him alone.

Looking at the crying winery owner, Samantel felt that although this person was a bit stupid, his belief in the Boqi religion seemed to be sincere.

Not wanting Pochi to lose this believer, he could only try to comfort him.

Bite the bullet and put his hand on the top of the man's head, Shamanlaer said in a tone of magic stick: "Human beings are stupid and ignorant, so they need God's salvation."

Sure enough, after hearing these words from Shaman Lair, the crying of the winery owner stopped soon

He hung his head halfway, as if he was listening carefully.

Seeing that the deception was effective, Shamanleir continued: "In the process of getting rid of ignorance, God will send messengers to test you again and again."

"Every time you pass a test, you will be one step closer to God."

"Therefore, there is no need to feel sad about the current setbacks. As long as you continue to follow God's footsteps, you will surely break through yourself and gain God's favor!"

"God is always with you!"

The owner of the winery raised his head abruptly, and looked at Shamanlell with a look of expectation, "Are you... the messenger of God Poki?"

"Yes..." Samantel nodded and said calmly.

Hearing his acknowledgment, the owner of the winery suddenly became full of hope and vitality, and he stopped shaking and was not exhausted, and quickly stood up from the ground.

"I got it! I will definitely live up to Pochi's expectations! I will definitely pass the test next time!"

God Pochi will test me, which means he cares about me!

I have to pray to him more devoutly!
Seeing that Shamanleir succeeded in fooling a believer with a broken belief in this way, and even made him more fanatical, Moni showed an expression of admiration on his face.

As expected of a little fish!Even being a magic stick... No, missionaries are so powerful!
The surrounding arctic creatures didn't understand what was going on, and all stared at Shamanleir with big eyes and small eyes.

Noticing that all the "people" were looking at him, Shaman Lair blushed, coughed lightly, and said, "Ahem...let's continue to visit the winery!"

……

Except for the small episode at the beginning, there were no surprises during the whole visit.

The arctic creatures returned home happily. They not only watched the human wine-making techniques up close, but also tasted a lot of wine.

Even when they finally left the winery, almost every arctic creature held several bottles of wine in their hands.

Different from this group of excited arctic creatures, Shamanleir was very quiet along the way, and even when he got on the return carriage, he had a deep look on his face that he didn't know what he was thinking.

Moni also noticed Shamanleir's abnormality, and after the car door closed, he hurriedly asked, "Little fish, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy because you were mistaken again?"

"No! I'm very happy!" Samantel shook his head and gave an unexpected answer for Moni.

"Why?" Money asked puzzled.

"I feel like I have thought of a way to stop the Sacred Fire Cult!" Shaman Lair replied seriously.

Hearing what he said, Mo Ni suddenly became interested, and asked: "What method?"

Glancing in the direction of the winery, Shaman Lair said: "The owner of the winery just now gave me inspiration!"

"Since I came to the human world, I have been mistaken for Pochi more than once by believers. This shows a problem..."

Having said that, Shamanlael pondered for a moment, as if giving time for Moni to guess.

Moni also vaguely had an answer in his mind, but he was still not sure, so he asked Shaman Lair: "You mean...in fact, those believers don't know God at all?"

"That's what it means!" Shamanlaer nodded appreciatively, and said, "Although there are countless believers in the Boqi Sect, there are probably not many who have actually seen Boqi!"

"Although they have a rough image of Pochi God in their minds, they can't fully recognize their own god because they have never seen it in person!"

"Humans are creatures that are good at brain supplementation. When a mermaid that looks similar to Pochi stands in front of them, they will associate me with Pochi, and then subconsciously perform brain supplementation. Fill in the different parts of Pochi, and then mistake me for Pochi!"

"It's not just me, if there are other mermaids who look like Pochi appear in front of them, they will probably get it wrong!"

"On the other hand, if you dye Pochi's hair and scales and let him appear in front of the believers, they might not be able to recognize him!"

"In the final analysis, the god that humans believe in is just the god in their hearts!"

Shamanel looked at Moni and said firmly, "Boqi is like this, and so is Edwin!"

"This old guy hasn't shown his face in public for several years, and the avatar he showed to the public is completely different from himself!"

"Do you think that under such circumstances, believers will believe that "Edwin" is really "Edwin"?" When he said this, Shamanlael's eyes were very bright, so bright that it was hard to believe Ignore, the light in the eyes flashed slightly, just like the sea with rough waves hidden.

Being watched by such a pair of eyes, Moni felt a chill down his back for a moment.

Xiaoyu's heart...there are so many!
At the same time as he was a little hairy, a trace of happiness rose in his heart.

——Fortunately, it wasn't me that Xiaoyu was scheming!We are good brothers now!
Couldn't help swallowing, Moni asked with a solemn expression, "How do we make the arrangements?"

"My thoughts are like this..." Beckoning to Moni, Shamanlell whispered his plan in his ear.

……

After returning to his palace with the North Pole sightseeing group, Moni sent someone to find out the information related to the Atlanta Empire.

Since the previous emperor Rafal III was very interested in this period of history, there are quite a few related books in the palace. Hundreds of books are put together and piled up into a hill in front of Moni.

In order to find out exactly what curse Buckley had cast on Edwin as soon as possible, he asked his crew members to look up the books together.

As long as the content related to Barkley is written, even if only the name is mentioned, it will be marked separately.

With the efforts of more than 100 people all night, Moni finally found a clue.

According to history books, the first monarch of the Atlanta Empire, Sival Atlan, was born in poverty.

He doesn't have a trace of prominent blood, let alone huge wealth. When he was a few years old, his father died in an accident while fishing, and his mother struggled to bring him up. He was hungry and full every day. Worse than most poor people.

When he was 14 years old, his mother who took care of him also passed away. In order not to starve to death, he voluntarily boarded a pirate ship and became a handyman on the pirate ship.

Sival followed this group of pirates to many places. Perhaps he was lucky and was not killed. Instead, he gradually grew from a handyman to a veteran member of a pirate ship.

However, when the pirate ship sailed to a place called [Pala Island], the ship capsized, the whole ship had an accident, and only Sival survived.

Just after Sival survived the accident, he started the second half of his life like cheating.

No matter what he learns quickly, he can master it quickly after drinking the potion, and even exert additional effects.

Under such circumstances, he built his own fleet and gradually became the pirate king who made all ships in the sea fearful.

After he became famous, various rumors about him also increased. Some people said that he made a deal with the devil with the life of that ship of pirates, and some people said that he was the devil himself, and the purpose of coming to the world was to destroy the world. .

However, just when these rumors were spreading, Sival publicly announced that he would wash his hands and give up being a pirate.

He returned to Feidnan Continent, captured the Northern Territory, and established the once-prominent Atlanta Empire.

But what makes people feel weird is that not long after he took the throne, he announced that he would give up the throne to his son.

And not long after his son ascended the throne, news of Sival Atlanta's sudden and sudden death came out.

It is said that his death was extremely miserable, his whole body shrank into a mummy with old age, his hair and teeth fell out, and the skin on his body was wrinkled like dehydrated land.

Not only him, but even his son Sival II died suddenly and suddenly, and his death was exactly the same as his.

Since then, several emperors of the Atlanta Empire have the characteristics of premature aging, and they are all senile when they die, as if they were cursed by something.

And the prince Buckley Atlanta, who ended the Atlanta Empire, is said to have been born like a little old man.

People around always thought that he would die in a short time, but he survived like this, and the younger he lived, the younger he lived, the more vigorous he lived.

Instead, those around him often age rapidly and for no apparent reason, as if a curse had been passed on.

(End of this chapter)