Faith without roots is untenable. Victor has verified this from what is happening in front of his eyes. In situations where beliefs have begun to waver, in situations where lives are under real threat. Even the most devout of the past will abandon their faith and become an image they never imagined.

Throw away all your burdens and let go of all your scruples. Cannibalism in order to stay alive is how these shepherds and state workers behave. And just as Victor had limited at the beginning, after fighting each other, there were only three of them left. Or rather, less than three.

The few people left didn't matter to Victor. The important thing is whether he can get the information he wants from the mouths of these guys. It may have been difficult at first, but now it's not at all. Human beings are such creatures, and when their bottom line is broken for the first time, then there will be no problems with the second and third natural times.

So Victor got the information he wanted. This information includes the arrangements and arrangements made by the human government for the purpose of dealing with the forces of hell, the direction of the integration, and the specific personnel who will carry them out. It is even said that in order to save their lives, they even betrayed their former teammates and superiors.

This is not good news for humans, but it is very good news for Victor. Because knowing this, he can make subtle adjustments to his overall plan. There is no need to waver in the general direction, but in other ways, he can take advantage of this asymmetry of information to create a lot of false illusions.

It's like Hydra created the illusion that S.H.I.E.L.D. thought it had eliminated them. He can create the same illusion that the human forces have made great strides in their work against the forces of hell.

As long as the human forces take the bait, then he can easily reach out his tentacles among them. And as long as he reaches far enough, his plans will be completely unbreakable.

It's a very exciting idea. So Victor simply made the change. And the beginning of the change was initiated from the three traitors in front of him.

According to the original plan, the three traitors themselves were already of little use. So it makes perfect sense to destroy them. After all, as the king of hell, things like crossing the river and demolishing bridges should be considered commonplace, not to mention that he didn't have any literal agreement with these guys at all.

But now, he doesn't think so. Because these three guys have a new value, and their value is to become Victor's first pawn in the human government.

Although the starting point of the three chess pieces is a bit low, they are loyal enough. Of course, this loyalty certainly does not come from the heart, but from a contractual requirement. And here, Victor had to thank the clergy for their education. They were clearly well aware of what the devil's covenant meant. This meaning is enough to be a constraint for them to willingly surrender their loyalty.

With loyalty, the rest is simple. It's just creating accident after accident and using it to propel them forward and develop. They don't need to climb too high, it takes too long. As long as they can get in touch with enough people and things, then naturally, he who is hidden behind the scenes will have a way to bewitch more people, so as to continue to increase the weight in his hands.

It's a very feasible plan, but it's not a perfect plan. To make this plan perfect, he also needs to add a layer of security. And this layer of protection is that he must allow himself to get enough say in the human forces.

This is not an easy task, because the discourse of humanity today is in the hands of a small number of heads of state. If you want to get the so-called right to speak, it is actually equivalent to snatching the cake from the hands of these countries. This is a very deadly act, just look at the original Hydra to know how unreliable this thing is, and how serious the consequences are.

However, Victor does not want the voice of the entire Allied Powers, he only wants the right to speak in this matter. So relatively speaking, it is naturally much less difficult to achieve his goal. In his view, it may be enough to control the sovereignty of a certain country. It's just that the question now is, which country should be controlled?

Although there are many goals to choose from, in the end, Victor still sets his sights on his home country, Latvinia.

Latvinia is a typical small Eastern European country with a feudal monarchy. The lord rules everything here, and the prime minister is just the lord's mouthpiece. Such a system allows Latvia to be able to say nothing about it. But at the same time, it also restricts its development, so that it still maintains a relatively backward appearance in today's world.

Of course, the lords of Latvia would not have taken this backwardness to heart. Although it is only a small country, he can still enjoy the best things in the world with the whole country to feed himself. Extravagant and rich, but it is impossible for you to see any shadow of backwardness in him. The so-called backwardness only appears in those civilians, and this is not at all in the scope of consideration for him.

The country lords of the remote areas are obviously the kind of people who will flood even after I die. In his opinion, as long as he has enjoyed enough in this life, it is fine. As a lord, what he wants to maintain is the rule of his own family, not the sublimation of the happiness of the entire people.

Allowing himself and his children and grandchildren to enjoy the glory of belonging to his lord is what he should do. As for the rest, he didn't want to think about it and wouldn't think about it.

It's a mediocre guy. In other countries, it may be overthrown. Unfortunately, the poverty and embarrassment of Latvia do not allow the people here to do so. Even maintaining food and clothing is a problem, and it is impossible for them to compete with the guards created by the lord's heavy money. As for other countries, it is even less than they can hope for.

The older generation of Latvians have already resigned themselves to their fate. And the young Latvians have basically given up on undeserved luxuries. For them, it is impossible to hope for a change in their lives in their own country. Maybe going out and becoming a person from another country will allow them to have a new life and a new beginning.

Overall, this is a country that has never been glorious, and has been crumbling in a dim afterglow. If nothing has changed, its disappearance is already doomed. But the magic of fate is also in this place, when Victor made up his mind, the opportunity for the country to change has quietly come. Latvia is not aware of this.

The old bell made a dull sound. It means the fall of dusk, the end of one day and the imminent beginning of another. For Latvians, day-to-day change is almost non-existent. They have lived through the same countless yesterdays and will continue to live through the same countless tomorrows.

Lamaia was an elderly widow. She was over half a hundred years old and had no children under her knees, and her only means of livelihood was the bakery that her dead husband had left her.

Although the daily work is hard, it can barely maintain her food and clothing. It can be said that this alone is much better than the life of many Latvians. However, looking at the business that was getting worse day by day, the old widow couldn't help but sigh, and felt a little more desperate for her country.

Latvia is dying, that's the consensus that every Latvinian has. This is not only because of the exploitation of the lords, but also because of the passage of young people. Of course, it is impossible for a young man who sees no hope to stay in such a twilight country, which seems to be about to burrow into a coffin. Whether it's for their own present and for their future, leaving is a better choice.

The old widow admits that they have a reason for doing so. But without the loss of young people, doesn't Latvinia die faster? Although she hated it, she said that this was her homeland. She still doesn't want to see the day when her country is destroyed in her lifetime.

Of course, she's just a small person. The life and death of the country is not something she can think about. So she only sighed, and then pulled the old chandelier as usual, ready to end her day.

There should be no more guests at this time. The old widow, accustomed to such a life, is well aware of this law, but it is destined that today is a day that represents an accident.

When the bell hung behind the door rang, a figure had already walked in in the darkness and asked the old widow directly.

"And brown bread?"

"Sorry, guest. We haven't made brown bread for many years. This kind of thing no one likes anymore! ”

The sudden customer surprised the old widow, and his request was even more strange to her. Does anyone still like heavy brown bread? Also, this guy doesn't seem to be from here.

After all, it is an old man who has lived here for decades, and the old widow can remember the voice of every customer who will come here to buy something. And the current customer, although he speaks the local language of Latvia, is jerky and weird, and it is obviously not any of the customers she is familiar with.

Who the hell is this? She was still thinking in her heart, curious. I heard the figure in front of me say something with emotion.

"Is it gone? Also, who else but a guy like me would nibble on brown bread that is worse than puree? ”