Before the war broke out, Sui Xiong sent a priest to meet with a priest of the God of Aristocracy.
He did not want to stage any disgusting drama of "blood flowing from the lower class while toasting with the upper class," but he wanted to find out some things before they completely turned against each other.
Some … things that happened more than forty years ago.
The place where the two priests met was a rather high-end restaurant with many private rooms. It was not big, suitable for five or six friends to eat and drink, or two or three people to talk about something in private.
Sui Xiong's priest arrived first. After he entered the door, he cut the legs of the stools in the room one by one, leaving only one that was not cut short. He moved it to the northwest corner of the room, took out a wooden jellyfish statue dyed green, and respectfully placed it on the table. Then he worshipped the statue devoutly, poured some wine on the table, and stood in front of the statue, like a waiter, waiting for the arrival of the other party.
After a while, the priest of the God of Aristocracy also came.
This priest's style was completely different from that of the Void Mask's priest. He wore a gorgeous embroidered robe that was enough to deter people from approaching. The robe was densely covered with magic runes. If someone recklessly used magic vision to look at it, they would be dizzy, and it was possible that they would be directly blinded. And he himself was even fatter. At first glance, one could tell that he lived like a prince. His layered chin was at least four or five times heavier, and his round belly was full of people's fat.
In contrast, the priest of the Void Mask was much simpler. He wore a linen shirt, a light armor, a long staff, and a small backpack. He looked like a traveler. Compared with the priest of the God of Aristocracy, he was really shabby.
But in fact, these were all illusions. The priest of the God of Aristocracy was not a fat loser who lived like a prince, and the priest of the Void Mask was not a poor traveler. If necessary, either of them had the ability to fight against a 100-man team of the regular army without suffering losses. They could fight and leave if they wanted to.
High-level clerics had always been capable of such things.
As soon as the priest of the God of Aristocracy came in, he saw the priest of the Void Mask standing solemnly in front of the statue. Then he noticed the benches with a few broken legs and the table full of wine. He could not help but laugh bitterly.
According to the rules, in a negotiation like this, the statues of the gods that both sides believed in should be brought out and worshiped to show that this was a sacred negotiation under the gaze of the gods. But at this moment, apart from the chairs that had been sawed off, there was only the table that was covered in wine. No matter which one it was, it was not suitable to worship the statue of a god, which made him feel a little awkward.
However, this priest was a high-ranked priest after all. He was very quick-witted and came up with a solution after thinking for a while.
He took out a silver seed from his storage belt and a container for Holy Water. He chose a clean and empty bowl and filled it with Holy Water. Then, he placed the seed inside and chanted a spell. In an instant, the seed took root, sprouted, and grew leaves. In no time at all, it had turned into a small silver tree. The crown of the tree had a depression, which was just big enough for him to place the statue of the God of Aristocracy in it. Then, he prayed for a while and stood by the side to serve the statue.
In this short period of time, he had created a temporary shrine with the help of magic tools and holy water.
At this time, it was obvious that the background of the two churches was different. The Church of the Void Mask was new and had talents, but lacked resources. The Church of the God of Aristocracy relied on the Human God System and had a deep background, but the talents were relatively inferior.
Before the negotiation began, the two priests had already fought over the small matter of worshiping the statue. Each had their own strengths, and it was hard to tell who would win.
The statues of both sides were worshiped. The two priests did not speak, but there was a confrontation of divine thoughts in the void.
This was the result of the two gods sending a trace of divine thoughts to attach to their respective statues to start the negotiation.
Negotiations between high-level priests like this were mostly like this. They were just witnesses to relay to their fellow church members and believers in the future. The real negotiators were the gods that both sides believed in.
The God of Aristocracy was the first to speak. They did not bother with small talk and directly asked Sui Xiong what he meant. Why did they contact him secretly when the two sides were about to fight?
Sui Xiong did not play tricks and explained the purpose of his visit.
"About forty years ago, there was a Golden Tower City in the Commonwealth of Mifata. There were both your believers and the believers of the God of Knights in the city. The two sides were fighting endlessly. Because the believers of the God of Knights were short of money, they gradually fell into a disadvantage. At this time, a big businessman contacted the distant sea trade route, so both sides set off together. However, they encountered the legendary sea monster 'Dark Tide' Timsar at sea and died in the sea together. And their families owed money for buying goods and were forced by your church very badly … "Sui Xiong briefly told the story and then asked," I always feel that there is something strange behind this. What do you think? "
The God of Aristocracy smiled indifferently. "There is nothing strange. That sea monster was lured here by my clergy. As a matter of fact, even that voyage and the loan was planned by that cleric of mine. "
"But isn't he also dead?"
"He died for preaching. He died honorably," the God of Aristocracy said. "His soul has been received by me to the Holy Kingdom. For a clergy, what's wrong with this way of dying? "
Sui Xiong was completely sure now. He nodded and asked, "I also want to ask another thing. Back then, there was a civil war in the Eagle Kingdom. Prince Woods started a rebellion and killed the king …"
"This matter was also promoted by my believers." The God of Aristocracy did not wait for him to finish. "But it is different from the matter you mentioned before. That matter was a plan that they made up and carried out by themselves. It was only reported to me for approval. This matter was planned and promoted by me personally. I even sent a legendary oracle for this. "
"Then why did you suddenly retreat after the great success? You didn't get any benefits?" Sui Xiong was not surprised by their answer, but he was very curious about the subsequent development.
The God of Aristocracy was silent for a while. They sighed deeply and said nothing.
Sui Xiong waited for a long time, but he did not get an answer. He was puzzled and could not help but ask, "What's wrong with you? Is this kind of thing worth keeping a secret? "
"There's nothing to keep a secret."
"Then why don't you say it?"
"Why do you have to ask?" the God of Aristocracy asked. "What's the use of knowing this?"
Sui Xiong smiled and did not answer.
What else could it be used for? It was nothing more than curiosity.
But now he was really a little puzzled. Why did the God of Aristocracy refuse to say it?
Could it be … that they could not say it? Or … did they dare not say it?
Thinking of this, his heart moved. He asked, "Did someone order you to withdraw?"
The God of Aristocracy pretended to be mute again.
Sui Xiong immediately confirmed his guess. Sure enough, after the God of Aristocracy successfully promoted Woods Igor to usurp the throne, they immediately launched a great purge. They originally wanted their own church to occupy the Eagle Kingdom in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, when the purge was completed, before they had time to reap the fruits of victory, they were forced out by the God of Light. As a result, their efforts were in vain and they gained nothing.
Then, why did the God of Light order them to withdraw? Was it because they had a good relationship with the God of Knights? Or was it because of something else?
Sui Xiong was not sure, but he knew that he would not get any more information even if he continued asking.
After another moment of silence, he said, "I still have something to talk to you about."
"What is it?"
"Don't you think that your doctrine is not perfect enough?" Sui Xiong hesitated for a moment, but still said his own suggestion. "The aristocratic status should be able to rise and fall. The glory of the ancestors should not be used by the descendants for generations to enjoy. If the descendants are not successful, they should lose their aristocratic status. "
"Like what you did in the Republic of Northwest?" The God of Aristocracy had obviously studied the aristocratic system of the Republic of Northwest. He sneered and asked, "Turning the struggle of the ancestors into mere glory is enough? Then what's the point of people bleeding and struggling? "
"The struggle of the ancestors is not to let the descendants be the object of struggle!"
"If it is not to be above the masses, who would work so hard! If it is not to be above the masses for generations, who would be so concerned about the country and the church! Why don't you go read history! "
"People can't always live in the past. They have to look forward and push forward the progress of history," Sui Xiong advised. "Look at the late Ymir Lamperus. He pushed forward the progress of history. Now, who still follows the practice of the era of the wizards? "
"After so many years, there is only one Lamperus." The God of Aristocracy snorted. "Do you want everyone to be Lamperus? That's not realistic. "
"The land on the Main Plane is limited, but the greed of the aristocrats is infinite. If this goes on, no family can last long. It's just that every few decades or centuries, the people who are suppressed by greed will rise up and destroy the aristocrats once. At that time, any family will perish," Sui Xiong said. Sui Xiong said, "I have studied history. From ancient times to the present, there are very few families with more than 200 years of history. Most of the families will perish in the fourth or fifth generation, mainly because the descendants have completely degenerated, oppressing the subjects to the point that they have to rebel."
"Is it not enough to be passed on for four to five generations?" The God of Aristocracy asked. "The lifespan of mortals is only so short. To be able to pass on the glory of the family for four to five generations, isn't it enough for them to fight for it?"
"But why not change to a more gentle method? More progress can push future generations to continue to work hard … "
"No!" The God of Aristocracy said stiffly. "For the sake of a little so-called progress, it is foolish to destroy a long-standing tradition. I will not destroy the interests of my core believers. That is where my roots lie. "
"… Then, I can only do it myself." Sui Xiong sighed deeply. "When the time comes, don't blame me."
"If you can really promote the change of the entire aristocratic system, I will definitely be dead by then," the God of Aristocracy said lightly. "When the time comes, you can tell the new generation of the God of Aristocracy what we have said today."
After saying that, the statue in the temporary shrine shook slightly. He had retracted that trace of divine thought.
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