Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1218 Morgan rebels!

As the war spreads, the impact of the red disaster on the material world becomes more and more intense.

Although for some reason, the Red Gloves intentionally avoided the two city-states controlled by Aiwass.

But their victory in attacking Paradise City greatly boosted the morale of the rebels in other city-states.

Not all rebels are as crazy and extreme as the Red Gloves... Most rebels have pretty good relations with slaves and even free people.

Although this also makes them more likely to be betrayed by those they trust, it is better to say that the fact that they can be betrayed means that they have reached a level of trust between each other.

As long as one side doesn't trust the other, it will be difficult to betray. And now the Red Gloves are like a catfish, forcing these civilians to choose one side - either choose the good leader or choose the rebels.

——Otherwise, when the Red Gloves arrive, they will all die here!

And as long as they conquer and control the Good Lord... then the Red Gloves at least can't open fire on city-states that are not ruled by a Good Lord, right?

They claimed that they attacked these civilians in order to attack the good master - but what if there is no good master here? Then why would you attack a group of free civilians who are also rebelling against the good master and have already controlled the situation?
That obviously won't happen.

Even if some people in the Red Gloves really wanted to do this, they would be stopped by their leader and companions before they did something irreversible. After all, as long as they still wanted to recruit new members, they could at least not lose the greater good.

From this perspective, the completely irrational, crazy and violent behavior of the Red Gloves actually promoted the entire rebellion process of the ancient Parthian Empire!
Just as Red Disaster had hoped, the war would continue to spread in the name of revenge and rebellion! The remaining influence of "authoritarianism" would continue to be wiped out!
Similarly, because of the fear of these unscrupulous lunatics, the good lords also really learned from Aiwass's actions and began to greatly improve the treatment of free people. They also began to paint a lot of sweet cakes for the slaves, hoping to win them to stand firmly on their side.

"A war without fighters..."

Hassan stood in the bedroom of the palace, looking out the window and whispering, "How ridiculous."

Behind him, the headless body of a good master lay quietly.

Hassan had just grabbed the man's neck with his left hand, and the divine fire from his palm burned him to charcoal. Now it was still emitting black smoke, and outside the window were people's terrified cries and the ferocious laughter of the red gloves.

This is Jinghu City, famous for its large number of monks.

The monks from Horus spread their Mithraism here, and the good master of Mirror Lake City also accepted their teachings and became a devout Mithra worshiper... and forced others to convert as well.

He asked the free people to come to the Mirror Lake in the center of the city to meditate, discuss philosophy, and debate. Everyone had to take turns to speak on stage, and he would personally listen carefully and question the other party's views. If the other party could cleverly make people accept his point of view, he would receive a very generous reward from the benefactor; otherwise, he would be deprived of his status as a free man for a month and become someone else's slave.

He even allowed other slaves to listen in - and slaves could ask the speaker a question at any time at the cost of their own lives. If the speaker could not respond to the question, and the slave himself gave a brilliant answer that won the applause of the people around him, he could be directly promoted to a freeman, while the freeman who lacked thinking would be demoted to a slave for life.

And if his questioning failed, he would be publicly hanged.

This is the price of asking questions even when you are stupid. This good lord, who is called "The Thinker", hates those who pretend to know something when they don't, or those who treat ignorance as humor. But compared with the good lords of other city-states, he is already quite peaceful.

He would not even kill the other person directly just because he was an eyesore, but would patiently listen to what the other person said!

Such a peaceful and harmonious city-state that values ​​speculation and philosophy... is one of the very few city-states that has no rebels.

——It is for this reason that the Red Hand came here and eliminated them first. Otherwise, their extreme behavior will only force people to move closer to the neutral faction... The Parthians themselves may not know, but Hassan, who has studied abroad, knows it.

"Is it ridiculous?"

An elegant and pleasant voice came from the bedside: "But this is the only way to 'win'."

Morgan, who was sitting on the benefactor's bed, patted the bed with a smile, motioning him to sit here and enjoy her gift.

Around her are the concubines of The Thinker - all of them have had their minds bewitched by Morgan's potion, turning into puppets who have lost their self-identity and only know desire.

This was the gift she used to seduce Hassan and also the bait she used to lure Hassan.

"Come on, hero. The way to win a war is to plunder, isn't it?"

Morgan's words were vicious and tempting: "You deserve this. Or do you want to come with me?"

But Hassan just turned around indifferently and stared at Morgan without saying a word.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Morgan held his chin with both hands and looked at him with a smile, innocent like a child: "Haven't you tasted me? Shouldn't that be a wonderful memory that you will never forget? Or... you no longer like these people."

"…It is precisely because I have been fooled once that I will not be fooled again."

Hassan spoke slowly: "I am afraid of my madness... That is not what I should do. Compared with pleasure, I care more about how to preserve my precious rationality and wisdom."

"Boring." Morgan sighed, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Just like him..."

"he?"

"Arthur."

"…The red of disaster?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Morgan did not directly respond to Hassan's question, but lightly brushed off the topic: "You seem dissatisfied with our Lord's plan?"

"How dare I have a problem with the Pillar God?"

Hassan smiled sarcastically.

Morgan rolled his eyes, "But you don't look...happy?"

"No one is happy to be a sword, Ms. Morgan."

"why?"

Morgan asked, "You accomplished your goal, didn't you? People are born with the ability to use tools, and you are better at it. This is a manifestation of outstanding talent, isn't it?"

"Achieved? No, not yet."

Hassan laughed, but there was no laughter in his voice: “What I want is to liberate this land from the eternal rule of the Good Lord.

"I killed civilians without hesitation, just to prevent the benevolent masters from realizing that I valued them; I polluted the water sources, just to prevent the benevolent masters from using these precious resources to blackmail us. But now everything is different."

"You couldn't stop, honey."

Morgan smiled, and for once he was serious, he sat up straight and said meaningfully, "When you gathered these hysterical, helpless lunatics together to fight against the good master, this day was destined to come. You deceived them for your own purposes. How different are you from the good master?"

"You and your master manipulate me and my comrades for your own purposes. How are you different from the good master?"

Hassan asked back mercilessly: "That argument doesn't work on me, ma'am. I was able to control them, but they got out of control after you came."

Even for the face of the Pillar God, Hassan didn't want to give it.

At the beginning, he was indeed bewitched by Morgan...whether it was the knowledge she provided, the power she gave him, her beautiful body and voice. But when the new constellation rose, he had already sobered up; and when the situation was completely out of control, he understood everything.

Hassan did think about... using the power of the Pillar God to destroy the ancient Parthia Empire.

But he never thought that the price he would have to pay would be so great——

He was clearly praying to God, not making a deal with the devil!
"Really? Is it because of my arrival? Or because of your victory?"

The smile on Morgan's lips was meaningless, but his voice became sweeter: "Let's not talk about those unpleasant things - have you ever thought about it? If you really destroyed the ancient Parthia and freed all the slaves... what would you do after that?
"Rebuild a country and establish yourself as king? Or hand over power to the Parthian king who may or may not even exist? Or share power with others and divide the land equally with your brothers?"

"There's no point in discussing this."

Hassan said without hesitation: "It's as ridiculous as thinking seriously about what to do with a windfall."

"Is it meaningless? Or are you afraid to think?"

Morgan said meaningfully: "Or... are you still craving for more?"

"……What do you mean?"

Hassan suddenly tasted a hint of detail in Morgan's words.

He narrowed his eyes, turned around and asked seriously.

The charming smile on Morgan's face disappeared and he became serious and solemn.

But in this posture, she has even more ethereal charm.

"Let me ask you," Morgan began, "Do you want to break free of your chains?"

(End of this chapter)