The secret chamber suddenly became quiet. Michael and Rolan were deep in thought.
Meg didn't say anything, either. He might know a little more than the two of them, but he still couldn't be sure if his judgment was correct.
"If it's the former, then the previous world was completely destroyed under the scourge of the Great Old Ones. There was a very long gap in the world's civilization, and then it took a long time to develop to what it is now." Michael frowned, and said, "But, can those fellows really live for so long?"
"If their strength is already strong enough to destroy the world, I don't think it's hard to understand how they can live through this long period of time in some way." Meg calmly said, "Moreover, the various races are like leeks to them. They cut them up again and again."
"Erm … That's true." Michael opened his mouth, but he was actually speechless.
"If there's a complete gap in the inheritance, then who did this? If it's the ancestors of the various races, knowing that there are terrifying demons, shouldn't they warn their descendants? "Rolan raised his own doubts.
"The giant dragons believe in the Dragon God, the demons believe in their own demon gods, the orcs believe in the Beast God, and the elves believe in the God of Life. Almost all the races have their own gods, forming a strong belief system.
"Let's assume that the strength of these gods is determined by their belief. The Great Old Ones became strong by controlling the various races to believe in them, and the evil gods have very powerful means to bewitch people. They can easily corrupt and control those who have flaws in their minds.
"The best way to rid the Norland Continent of the Great Old Ones is not to let everyone be on guard against them, but to completely forget them, and then cut off the connection with them. "Therefore, the gods of the various races might have wiped out all the records and memories related to them on the Norland Continent after sealing the Great Old Ones." Meg frowned slightly, and said, "These are all my deductions."
"Most of the gods of the various races only exist in legends. Although they can receive some supernatural gifts, I can't make a definite judgment as to whether they are really gifts from the gods." Michael shook his head, thought for a while, and said, "As for the power of faith, if the gods really exist, then perhaps they really do exist. Otherwise, there wouldn't be the phenomenon of all races worshipping gods."
"Of these two inferences, if it's the latter, at least each race still has the protection of the Gods. But if it's the former, how should we deal with the Great Old Ones who have already begun to stir? That's the most difficult thing," Roland said with a frown.
"Regardless of which one it is, the most important thing for us to do now is to immediately end the possible struggle between the various races, alert the entire continent of the black fog's appearance, and find a way to completely kill the Great Apocalypse Dominator, or impose a more complicated and sturdy seal on it," Meg said with a serious expression.
Michael and Lauren both nodded. Just as Meg said, this was what they could do for now.
"This is the stone statue that Lex gave me. It was obtained from the Urba Tribe back then. It should be the evil god that the Urba Tribe worshipped back then." Meg took out the stone statue from the stone box and placed it on the table.
"Why would this thing that is so ugly and disgusting become the Urba Tribe's totem of faith?" Michael glanced at the stone statue, and only felt a tinge of frustration rising in his heart. He quickly averted his gaze.
"That's exactly why it's so strange. If the tragedy of the Urba Tribe spreads to the entire Norland Continent, then it will definitely be a tragedy in the human world." Meg kept the stone statue. Its appearance made the secret chamber become cold and eerie.
"The Gray Temple will raise the investigation of the black fog and the Great Old Ones to the highest level of authority. We will do our best to investigate and monitor it," Lauren said with a deep voice.
Michael also said, "The city lord's castle will try to establish contact with all the races, and communicate with all the races about this matter. Before we have concrete evidence, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to completely stop the signs of struggle between the various races."
"Alright, I will continue to pay attention to this matter too. If I think of anything, I will contact you in time." Meg nodded.
The three of them had a short discussion about the black fog and the Great Old Ones. However, they had too little information at the moment, so it was difficult for them to come up with anything substantial.
However, the three of them still came to a consensus. They had to come up with convincing evidence before the peace talks between all the races so that all the races could gather together to fight against the common enemy that might appear.
"Mr. Mak, I heard you abducted the best brewer in the Falk Tribe?" Michael asked Meg with a smile after they left the secret chamber.
"I didn't abduct her. She did it willingly." Meg smiled at Lauren. "Speaking of which, she's also an informant of the Gray Temple. However, given her abilities, it would be a waste for her to stay in the Falk Tribe for the rest of her life. Hence, I asked for someone from Your Excellency Lauren."
"Old Sim is the Gray Temple's best informant in the Falk Tribe. Mr. Mak made the Gray Temple suffer quite a loss." Lauren also had a smile on his face.
Meg bade farewell, and Dicus personally sent him back to the restaurant.
Michael lowered his voice as he looked at Lauren, and asked, "The investigation from the Department of Property Rights?"
"It's basically over. Judging from the results, you'll have to hire a lot of people again." Lauren took out a piece of parchment and handed it over.
Michael unfolded the parchment and looked at it seriously for a while. His face darkened, and he only put it down after a while. He angrily said, "These fellows are really greedy. They really think they're officials just because they have some power in their hands. They made the Department of Property Rights into such a mess right under my nose!"
"These can be found out through investigation. As for the more well-hidden transactions, the Gray Temple can also dig them out if there's a need." Lauren appeared rather calm.
"It's not just the Department of Property Rights. The Marquis Family has really spent a lot of money and effort to operate it all these years. They must have treated the city lord's castle as their own. They can produce whatever evidence they want!" Michael said with a frown.
"Because of Bennett, many of the Marquis Family's businesses have started to drift between the black and white sides. If there's a need to clean them up, we can hurt them anytime."
"Then do a proper investigation. If we don't let Bowen suffer, he might forget who he is," Michael said with a cold expression. Michael said with a cold expression, "The warehouse happened to be a little empty recently. Developing steam locomotives is a very expensive thing."
I'll get them to start an investigation on the Marquis Family when we get back. "Lauren nodded slightly.
…
"Minister, are you satisfied with the beauties that I sent to your house last night?" Bowen asked with a smile as he looked at the middle-aged man who was surrounded by two beauties in a luxurious private room.
"Mm-hmm, they taught me well." The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction. His hands moved restlessly up and down the two beauties in his arms.
Bowen smirked. He looked at the man, and continued, "Then, the final verdict on Bennett's properties and businesses …"
"I'll give you the approval tomorrow." The middle-aged man waved his hand, and his gaze landed on Bowen. He narrowed his eyes, and smiled. "Same old rules. You get 70%, and I get 30%."
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