Viscount Samat. Sui Xiong had already forgotten his name. Anyway, it did not matter what his name was. If this guy could change his attitude, Sui Xiong would arrange a new identity for him. If not, he would just be a senior Robinson Crusoe.
'Sixty Years of Man vs. Wild' or something is also a good show.
Anyway, as Stephen Chow had said, he would get used to it.
Viscount Samat was almost used to living on an isolated island. The conditions on the island were not bad. The climate was warm, and he could go topless all year round without worrying about catching a cold. The island was rich in resources. Whether it was fruits, roots, flowers, or leaves, edible plants were everywhere. Among the animals, although there were carnivorous beasts, there were no dangerous poisonous insects or snakes. As for minerals and whatnot, they were also abundant, but they were meaningless, so there was no point in mentioning them.
Viscount Samat was a high-level Order Warrior who believed in the God of Aristocracy. This was a very powerful profession. It was a variant of the Saint Samurai. It gave up the divine arts and obtained the powerful "Order Aura." It might not be eye-catching in a one-on-one battle, but it had extraordinary power on the battlefield. However, because he was in Sui Xiong's God Kingdom, he had been cut off from the God of Aristocracy. His ability was greatly limited. Now, he was almost equivalent to the strength of a mid-level peak warrior.
However, this strength was actually enough. Killing a bear or a tiger with his bare hands was a piece of cake for him. On this isolated island specially designed by Sui Xiong, as long as he did not provoke a few of the most powerful creatures, other beasts could not threaten him. Moreover, his strong physique also gave him excellent hands-on ability. He could truly support himself.
Coincidentally, Antonio Yuke also believed in the God of Aristocracy. He was a high-level priest of the Church of the God of Aristocracy.
Like Thun Samat, he also lost part of his ability because he could not contact the God of Aristocracy. Now, his ability was probably slightly weaker than Viscount Samat's.
But he had another advantage: knowledge.
Thun Samat was born as a commoner. He had worked his way up from the bottom and finally became a viscount. This meant that he was brave and good at seizing opportunities. However, it also meant that he lacked sufficient knowledge.
In fact, his level of education was very poor, and he could only recognize some simple words.
Sorry, he didn't know how to survive in the wild. Sorry, he also didn't know how to study mineralogy. He didn't even know how to make simple furniture. Usually, he only used wooden stakes or stones.
Antonio was different from him. Although he was slightly weaker, he knew a lot. After circling around the island, they found many resources that Thun hadn't discovered before. They also came up with a plan that seemed reasonable and could greatly improve the quality of their lives.
More importantly, Antonio was a priest, and he looked like the God of Aristocracy that Thun believed in.
Under Roland's guidance, Thun, who had gradually softened his attitude after living on the island for almost two years and had the intention of giving up his belief in the God of Aristocracy, became firm again and began to pray every morning and night.
Sui Xiong saw all of this, but he had no intention of changing it.
He wanted to see how long these two people could last without receiving a response to their faith.
Anyway, with Sui Xiong's protection, neither Thun nor Antonio would really die, and neither would they be seriously injured or disabled. Now, these two people were excellent experimental subjects for Sui Xiong.
Before he came to this world, he had heard a saying: one believer was not a believer, two believers were false believers, three believers were true believers, and a group of believers were fanatics.
The general meaning of this saying was that people's belief in gods was actually very vague. For most people, it was just one of the means to gain recognition and status in the crowd. Just like those old religions that all attached great importance to "rituals", "organizations", and "festivals", in fact, it was through these means that believers could get a "different" life experience and give themselves a false illusion of "excellence".
When a person lived alone, he couldn't get a good social experience from religious belief, so he didn't care much about faith. But the more people there were, the more obvious the good social experience that religious belief could bring, so the more devout the faith would be.
To put it bluntly, faith was not for God, but for people.
In the past two years, Thun had proved that "a believer was not a believer". At first, he would pray devoutly every morning and night, before he slept, before he ate, before he fought, before he worked, and he kept praying. But gradually, he found that this kind of prayer was meaningless. No one could hear it, no one could see it, and it didn't help him at all. As a result, he prayed less and less often, and his attitude became less and less devout. Before Antonio came, "noble lady" had almost become his catchphrase — just like many people who didn't believe in God would often mutter "God bless", "My God" and so on.
So now, were these two believers false believers?
Sui Xiong was very curious.
This might take a long time to find out, but from Marquis Yuk's point of view, as long as he could guarantee Antonio's personal safety, even if he imprisoned him for decades and made him give up his belief in the God of Aristocracy, it was acceptable.
That would do.
When Asner, who was informed by Sui Xiong, told his elder brother about the results of Antonio's treatment, Marquis Yuk sighed softly and smiled with satisfaction.
No matter what, his son was safe.
"Then I can rest assured," he said. "Next, I will arrange for Antonio to take over. If we are lucky this time, and the war does not bring too much trouble to the Yuk family, then he will have a complete and prosperous family. Even if Antonio comes back in the future, his position will not be shaken. "
But the war did not happen.
About half a month later, the news that the Dhaka Business Alliance had begun to follow the example of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins' merchant party and began to implement the policy of giving surnames to the commoners reached the ears of the great nobles.
Hearing this news, many great nobles were surprised and worried, and then a little depressed.
"I'm afraid things … can't be done anymore." At the meeting of the great nobles, Marquis Gordon sighed and said, "If it was only the Republic of Northwest that was doing this, we could ignore it. If it was the merchant party that was doing this, we could try to stop it. But with the Dhaka Business Alliance … the stone has already rolled down the mountain, and we can't stop it. We can only avoid it."
The great nobles looked at each other in silence.
"Now the key lies in the Mifata Federation," Marquis Yuk said. "If the Mifata Federation is also doing this, then not only will we not be able to avoid this stone, but we will also have to follow it down the mountain."
"The Mifata Federation will not do this!" an earl said loudly.
"I hope so." Marquis Gordon shook his head and sighed.
He was not optimistic at all.
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