That is, to talk about interests, but also to talk about sincerity, sincerity in the open, interests in the dark. Beta felt that the most troublesome thing was such a negotiating opponent.

I know what the other party has in mind, but the other party's reason is high-sounding, and you have no way at all.

Beta didn't want the other party's little queen to run over, so it was definitely a trouble not to think about it. But the other party took twenty druids as sincerity, and then threatened without a trace, how could this little trick be broken?

Beta thought for a while, then smiled: "Okay, since the elves are very sincere, then of course we can't be stingy. The Little Queen's safety in Wohkin is 100% guaranteed. ”

"It's a pleasure to work with." Coco Yara smiled a little smugly.

"It's a pleasure to work with." Beta's expression was a little helpless.

After Coco Yala left, Shirley put her arms around Beta's shoulders from behind, pressed two balls of soft flesh against his back, and smiled, "It's the first time I've seen you put on a beating." It feels quite novel. What are you going to do if the little queen of the elves comes here and really takes a fancy to you again? ”

"You're too high on my charm." Beta laughed, "I'm not a walking gold coin, everybody will like me." ”

"I think it's pretty much the same." Shirley muttered, and then said, "I'll go and receive those twenty druids first, and arrange for them to stay in the south, is there anything else you want to add?" ”

Beta thought for a moment and said, "First build a cordon to separate the elves from the ordinary citizens. ”

"You don't trust those elves?" Shirley was slightly surprised.

"It's not." Beta shook her head: "Elves have always liked a quiet and indifferent atmosphere. And we Terrans like to be lively. The elves have come to occupy a piece of land, and it will definitely attract a lot of onlookers, and I am afraid that it will scare our allies and cause some unpleasant things. ”

"I see." Shirley smiled: "The elves of the guard belt can come and go freely, but the people on our side can't just go over. ”

"Yes, exactly. Twenty druids are botanical talents. In the future, we will have to rely on them to increase our crop yields, teach us to distinguish medicinal herbs, and so on. With such a big role, it is also appropriate to give them a little privilege. ”

"Okay, I'll go and talk to the elven envoys, notify them in advance, lest they misunderstand that the warning band is to isolate them and cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

"I'm sorry for you."

"Old husband and wife, what are you doing so politely." Shirley smiled and turned out of the study.

Beta, on the other hand, began to study the map on his desk and sketched on it with a red pen. According to the information recently received, the Temple of Life has carried out a 'high-level raid' in all countries of the world, and they aim to win over the upper echelons of a country in order to gain a greater voice.

It's a good idea, but there's a saying that goes too far. Only ally with the nobles, it is indeed a great advantage in the early stage. But the leaning between the nobles is also very serious, and if one of them is not good, they have to stand in line, and the early investment may be in vain.

Beta, on the other hand, thinks that learning the theories of a librarian is the right thing to do. Mainly unite the workers, peasants and merchants, try to stay away from the aristocracy, do not participate in their political struggles, and at most maintain good relations with some 'progressive' aristocrats who understand the teachings of the Wealth Cult.

If the Cult of the God of Life wants to erode the upper echelons, let him go, and the roots of the Cult of the God of Wealth will take root in the vast countryside and towns.

In large cities, it is also dominated by the development of ordinary believers.

In the slums of Bluewater Harbor, a woman with an explosive figure but a muddy face sits on the edge of the mud under the eaves.

The snow was falling, and she was already covered with a layer of snowflakes.

Two white-robed priests in gold-rimmed robes each came over with a large package, and while handing out black bread to the beggars who were dying of hunger on the side of the road, they shouted: "The Divine Cult of Fortune recruits people to dig mines in the north, two copper coins a day, three meals a day, three black breads each, and those who are willing to work should go to the office in the north of the city to sign up now, three days, only three days." ”

Many beggars got brown bread and ate it while hurrying north. There were also some beggars who were so hungry that they couldn't move, and even starved to death, decided to finish the brown bread they had first.

One of the priests was running out of black bread in his package, and when he saw that the woman in the distance was motionless, he took pity on it, and took the initiative to come over, put one of the black breads in front of the woman, and said, "Look at you, you don't look like a person who has been starving for many years. There is no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome, and if you work hard, you may be able to open the sky. Our Cult of God is now recruiting qualified girls as alternate pastors, if you are interested, you can try it. ”

This priest has been helping civilians at the bottom of the city for several years, and has accumulated a lot of experience, although the woman in front of him is dirty, but she is in good shape. Only people who don't have to worry about eating and drinking will have such a figure.

Ordinary beggars and poor people who have been starving all year round can not raise two lumps of fat.

"Thank you."

The woman grabbed the black bread, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly. He seems very unmotivated and unmoved.

The priest shook his head and left.

Most of the beggars went to the north to do short-term work for the Fortune God Cult in exchange for some food, and most of the beggars were able to survive the cold winter because of this.

For several years, the Temple of Fortune has seen such initiatives every winter. Even if there is no reason, they will make one up and let the poor and beggars do the work.

For example, go to the woods and cut down a lot of wood and build many houses outside the city for the poor and beggars to live in. Bury all the inconsequential dirt pits on the side of the road, sweep the streets of the city, or dredge the sewers.

In short, the Wealth Cult is to make people work before they are fed.

But beggars and commoners also eat a set, and think it's normal. On the contrary, the act of giving porridge and bread to the good-hearted nobles was not so useful to the beggars and the poor.

After taking the porridge and bread, the poor people would turn around and take a sip and eat the bread.

Thanks to the efforts of the Cult of Fortune, there are now far fewer beggars and homeless poor people in all cities across the country.

But this world is too cruel, new beggars and poor people appear at any time, and there will never be any end to 'poverty alleviation', so we can only do our best.

Unless there is a change in the system. But in the short term, this thing will not be possible, and even a player like Beta, who believes that I will do my bidding, does not dare to do so casually.

The woman ate the brown bread slowly, one at a time for at least an hour. Then she got up and left the slum.

She was very slow, but her steps were steady.

She walked through the alleys, through the streets, to the sea.

The bluewater port is an ice-free port, and even in the cold winter, the sea still laps against the coast, and the water temperature is quite high.

It's noticeably warmer by the sea than in the city.

On the docks of the harbor, it is still in full swing. The liveliest part of the city is here. The dock workers who loaded the goods shouted the earth-shattering horn and pulled the goods off the ship one by one.

The sturdy men wore short linings, and they could see wisps of sweat running down their shiny and dark skin.

The caravan also had travelers of different identities disembarking.

Gentlemen, commoners, noblewomen, and even beautiful beckoning cats.

The woman walked to the edge of the wooden bridge on the pier and looked down, and below was the blue, bottomless, and the sea was surging with waves.

She didn't fit in with the people around her, so as soon as she arrived, many people noticed her.

Someone was afraid that she would fall, so they shouted a few times from afar.

But she turned her head, and smiled happily and calmly on her muddy face.

Then spread your arms, fly like a bird, and fall into the water.

Only a porphyry knock was heard, and the whole person was gone.

Some elegant women screamed.

Several zealous sailors jumped down and dived to the bottom of the sea, but soon they floated and shook their heads at the people around them.

Many people were amazed, but many more were not moved in the slightest.

In this world, even it is difficult for you to survive, so why bother with other people's affairs. They live if they love it, and they die if they love it. The ocean is not covered, they can jump whenever they want, and no one stops them.

It was the recent efforts of the Fortune God Cult that made them feel better about their lives, but it was far from enough.

The girl who fell into the sea did not drown as others thought, but swam like a fish. She sank to depths that normal people couldn't reach, and in the dim ocean floor, she found a trench and swam into it.

The trench went straight up, and she swam for nearly ten minutes before the light appeared, and then she finally found her way into a hollow in the bottom of the mountain.

There's air, there's a dry land, and there's a shallow pool of water connected to the seabed outside. At the bottom of the pool, there is a glowing seaweed that produces a light source that attracts small fish to swim through the trench, and a leafy seaweed that produces a few bubbles from time to time.

She climbed up from the pool, and the mud on her face had been washed away, revealing a rather beautiful girlish face.

It's Frey.

Dragging her tired body, Frey came to the middle of the land. There was a cowhide tent, an iron pot, a straw mat, and a quilt.

This is her secret base, which she has been visiting from time to time since she discovered it since she became a great swordsman at the age of eight. Occasionally, staying alone at the bottom of the sea for a day, away from the distractions of the world, and having only one person in the whole small world, will give her a kind of peaceful happiness.

But since her body was occupied by her ancestors, she hadn't been here for five years.

Because this is the bottom of the sea, there will not be any dust here, but because of the heavy moisture, the quilt is rotten and there is a musty smell.

She didn't care, pulled the quilt over her body, hid in the smelly quilt, and cried loudly.

Crying very aggrieved, very aggrieved.

She fell asleep when she was tired of crying, and when she woke up, she continued to cry, crying so loudly that her voice was hoarse, her eyes became peaches, she cried so much that her whole body was weak, and after crying until she couldn't shed tears, she came out of the quilt, walked to the edge of the pool, stretched out and grabbed a fish the size of a palm, removed her head, and ate it with a chirp.

Eating and eating, her eyes flowed out again.

But this time, her face was smiling.