Chapter 216 66. In addition to politics, it is also politics.
"The benefit lies here and this is the main one. The benefit lies in that and that other is the main one. The emperor sells the power of the official, and the emperor can do it, and it is enough to cause chaos. The common people can do it, and it will be established." How is the precarious situation of those above it? The emperor obeys the orders of the feudal town, and the feudal town obeys the orders of the soldiers. As of the Five Dynasties, the emperor bribed him, and it lasted until the Song Dynasty..."
Da Kewusi waved his hands behind his back in front of him, one step at a time . He walked erratically, muttering words that the Druchi people behind him could not understand. In his opinion, these words were the best portrayal of Druchi society and the powerful people, including him, of course.
However, Darkus stopped mid-reciting because he was dissatisfied with the rest of the content and could not remember the half-full bottle of wisdom. He was not excited about killing a Varahar. It was just a Varahar, and he was still a thing like Isvar. He had killed an admiral before, and his extraordinary life had just begun. The year has not even arrived yet, and according to this trajectory and the piss-prone nature of the medieval world, there is still someone to kill behind him.
"Then do I count this as a vassal town, or the central government? Or a royalist party?" Darkus thought again, and he was stunned for a moment. Although Mother Annasara and Morathi are close friends, they are obviously on the side of Malekith in terms of political stance, and the relationship between Annasara and Heliben, a religious lunatic, does not seem to be too good. good? Although Kessler, the family's law enforcement champion, studied the executioner's path under Hal Gancy.
Darkos thought for a while and suddenly stood there and turned his head to look at the Druchi who were following him. He observed the expressions of each Druchi, his old team, his brother's retainers, and Dorian. The representatives were the descendants of the fear lord of Nagarond, as well as sorceresses from different places.
These Druchi also stopped and looked at Darkus, some with expressions of awe, determination, fear, reverence and various other emotions intertwined.
"The benefit is here and this is the main one. The benefit is there and the other is the main one. Alas, isn't it not a bad idea to use it on them?" Darkus sighed slowly.
"Many of you have participated in the battle with me to banish the Chaos Demons. You can betray me! But you know the fate of any Druch who tastes the forbidden fruit! That is my bottom line!" Darkus didn't say anything. These promises will not satisfy Druchi's political ambitions or provide financial rewards. Human ambitions and desires have no bottom line and cannot be filled. This kind of promise does not make much sense, let alone Druchi. Moreover, these Druchi received more or less various favors from following him and did not need him to talk nonsense.
The Druchi were stunned for a moment after hearing what Darkus said. They did not look around or whisper to each other. Instead, they all knelt down and lay down in the long aisle without hesitation.
"Perhaps anyone wants to ask Nagalia? She can't run away. Her end has been determined. Everyone, get up." Darkus said uncertainly, touching his chin.
"Flanais, you two should work hard. In the name of I am Edreze, the chosen one of the Lord of Blades, go and get all the prisoners of war from the Nagol. Ren, you go too, and put those prisoners of war first. , and then count them up to see if there are any who don’t have eyesight." When Darkus said this, he looked at Selire, who was his uncle.
Selire nodded to Darkus. He understood what Darkus meant. Naturally, the two brothers of the Takaia family did not need to say more. Soon the three Druchi turned around and took some followers with them. got up.
Time waits for no one. It is almost noon now. By the afternoon, those captives may have been sold into slaves or sacrificed to Kane. Although the dignitaries and soldiers on the Nagor have become victims of the conspiracy, they still have some use value after fighting all year round, but Darkos is not that stupid. He will not be kind enough to let them back to Nagor. If the number is up, even if it is released, it will have to be in another form. The money will still be there, but the power will definitely be gone.
"Dorian, tell your father that it's time to move." Darkus looked at Dorian and said, he thought for a moment and then added, "You are also responsible for settling the prisoners of war. By the way, you and Ren Record the entire process of this battle, just like when we were in Nagarond. The content should be detailed and the angles should be comprehensive."
Then Darkus gave the order again, which was to let Cowell lead the team. To count the number of technicians and slaves belonging to Draka Nightmaster's workshop and classify them into categories. The sorceresses had to assess the entire situation of Hagrid Grave's destruction. He found that he was now becoming more and more capable of summoning people.
At noon, Darkus, Maranur, Drusala, and Night Governor Draka, who was fully armed and didn't look like he was going to eat, sat together and had a meal. They talked about what might happen next. , and listen to Draka's opinion.
As for Draka's children, who had been sent out of Hagrid Grave by him long ago, he had been worried about what Darkus would do to him. Although Darkus had promised him, this kind of thing, especially It's for the Druchi race.
This storm, which is mixed with various elements, shows no signs of stopping so far. Instead, it has begun to turn towards the next path point, and has a tendency to become more and more intense.
Like the son of the storm, Darkus has been wandering in the center of the storm. As we all know, the center of the storm is the calmest, and many things and things must be carried out under his influence and control. But he has never been affected from the beginning to the end, or in other words, he no longer needs to be a pawn in Druchi society. He has jumped out of that scope. Now he needs to make a move, and countless lives will be lost because of it. This is so damn shameful. It's faster than cutting with a knife during the trial, but it's also more cruel.
In the afternoon, the Darkus brothers stayed in the room, watching Hagrid Graves chatting with each other after being tortured all night.
"What will happen to Burroughs Burrough in the end?" Maranur suddenly asked.
"The powerful man who escaped last night will question him and betray him when he returns to the Nagor. The powerful man will blame his stupid son's fault on him. He will ride a black dragon to an inaccessible place after being betrayed by everyone? Or draw your sword and kill yourself like a hero?" Darkus was thinking about other things, and he responded to Maranur one after another.
"Hero? Draw your sword and kill yourself?" Maranur muttered, then laughed, and said after a while, "I don't think Burroughs is a so-called hero. He drew his sword and killed himself! My brother, we The most imaginative bard among the cousins of Sur could not have imagined such an interesting story. It is difficult for me to imagine the scene of Burroughs drawing his sword and killing himself." A
smile appeared on Darkus' face and he shrugged to express his approval of Maranu. With Er's words, Burroughs's end was doomed. Although the relationship between Maranur and Forlan was very friendly, and the relationship between Newkel and Burroughs was equally friendly, they were nothing in the face of interests. The waiting Krakarond army has already made preparations, and the news has been conveyed. He does not need to worry about the rest. Annasara and her son will take care of everything. He only needs to wait for the result.
"Are we going to stay in Hagrid Grave next?" After a while, Maranur suddenly asked again.
"Probably? But I have to go back to Krakalund a few times. It's not far anyway."
"Watch the ship?"
"Yes, then you come with me to the Lustria continent and I'll give you two souls." The lizard waiter will follow you and give you a big fan, you will definitely get a good reputation!"
"You can't get through this big fan, right?"
Darkus didn't say anything, but laughed. He planned to travel back and forth between Naggarond, Hagrid Grave and Krakarond. In his opinion, it was enough to run these three places well.
It would be nice for Calonde Carr to stay that way.
Forget about Grond for now. Except for the social reform of sorceresses, there is no room for manipulation. Moreover, Darkus and Morathi have nothing to say. Although he and Morathi are nothing, Malekith may If he didn't know, the open-minded Malekith might still tease him. But he doesn't know how to play with fire. In this world, he can't even restrain his desires. So the war hammer, which is just a hammer, should fall into the embrace of Chaos as soon as possible and be crowned the Eternal God's Chosen One to destroy the world.
Although Darkus is currently a royalist, and so is Morathi, it does not prevent them from dealing with each other. Morathi sent Drusala to him with no good intentions in the first place, to monitor, inform, and act as a thorn in the side. , blowing pillow wind to influence his judgment are too many bad tricks.
What Morathi didn't expect was that things didn't go as she expected. The unreliable elves and gods suddenly became more reliable and pulled the ill-fated Drusala back from the edge of the cliff. , although these elven gods were a large part of the reason why Drusala was pushed to the edge. Perhaps Morathi should take a good look at Darkus? Or examine the reliability of the unreliable elves and gods? If it really doesn't work, can you consult with Lilith about the prophecy?
"What does this mean? You lost your wife and then lost your troops? Or did you sugar-coat the cannonball and fight back? The question is, what am I doing?" Darkus suddenly muttered inexplicably.
Maranur turned his head and looked at Darkus. He could not understand his brother more and more now, or had he never understood him before? Since returning from that trial, everything seems to have changed.
"My brother, you are not thinking of someone to be Hagrid Grave's Valahar, are you?" Maranur sat upright and stared at Darkus with a serious expression.
"Thank you!" Darkus was a little surprised. This time Maranur did not talk in circles or use metaphors. He was very direct and straightforward. Maybe it was because Maranur thought this matter was very serious. He thought about it for a long time. While organizing the language, he was thinking about how to say that sentence in Elvish.
"Is the favor better?" Maranur nodded, repeated the word in a low voice, and kept thinking.
"Grace comes from the best! Yes! Gratitude comes from the best. This is such a good word." After savoring it, Maranur exhaled and said slowly.
"Don't worry, my brother, I am sensible, but..." Darkus said while looking at the broken scene of Hagrid Grave through the window. He paused, thought for a moment and then continued, "But You still have to remind me that I am worried that I will become inflated or complacent, which is not a good sign." "
As long as you don't find me annoying, my dear Hand of the Witch King, my Druchi Chief Consul. Know that we are family! If that doesn't work, we'll go to Kurish and chop up that Blood Naga Queen!" Maranur was stunned for a moment, and then began to tease Darkus.
Darkus smiled and gave Maranur a punch. One of them was to kill Isvar because he was the leader of the Slaanesh sect, and the other was a bait for the powerful people of Hagrid Grave. He was not a ginger either. Grandpa, how can you fish without bait? Each of these powerful men is better than the last. Only by letting power lose their eyes will they become like fools and let Darkus manipulate them as he pleases.
And this is just like pushing a favor order, it’s a conspiracy! Even if the powerful people know that they have no choice, they must do it. When the dust of Valahar settles, everything will become different. Allies become enemies, enemies become allies, relatives and marriages. The family is reduced to dust, and Hagrid Grave's politics will usher in a new situation.
And weakening the power of Hagrid Grave's powerful people is exactly what Malekith wants to see. Besides, there are indeed signs of evil. That is, this special system of Druchi society may be turned into something beautiful. China’s military-industrial complex. This phenomenon is also what Darkus does not want to see. It is contrary to his interests. He wants to reduce, eliminate and dismantle these powerful people to form countless small complexes. The controllable ones are not done. Moths are coming.
Darkus is the Hand of the Witch King, but he is also a child of the Hellscourge family. He represents the interests of the powerful people of Krakarond. To put it bluntly, it is food and ships, and then he holds weapons and steel in his hands? Just take religion into your hands. This is a bit too much. Although Malekith can tolerate him, he will not do so, because in his opinion, this is politics, and proportion is the most important thing. He will not go beyond Malekith to accept who will be the leader. Laharl, that's Malekith's business.
"Damn politics."
Thinking about religion, Darkus then thought about the Kaien Dimensional Sword and Malus.
"Oh, it's always so unsatisfactory." Darkus complained.
Just like Walt's magical leaf hammer, one of Walt's brothers serving in the army was murdered by Maranul under Cowell's planning, and the other was hacked to death by Lane during the battle. Well, as for the rest, you have to ask about the magical leaf hammer. Mangil's death is also related to this leaf hammer.
When Darkus was about to go to Athel Loren, he asked Lord Dais to strengthen his "ordinary" leaf hammer. After all, he also used that hammer to kill Prince Nagaryth of Bascon. .
"It doesn't seem to have a name yet, right? This shouldn't be called a father-worshipper or something like that, a proper purple outfit, a family heirloom." Darkus thought about it again. Of course, the father-worryer or something like that is just a joke, and he doesn't know how to do it. Yue Zu took over the task of uncovering Walter's scar, just as if he hadn't done it in the first place.
Although Walter has never revealed anything, Darkus knows that this incident has always been an unspeakable scar in Walter's heart, haunting Walter like a nightmare. Influence Walter's battles and marriages with other powerful families. Walter does not behave like a traditional Druch. This may be related to his birth family, parents, age, experience, and the influence of Darkus and his followers. After all, not everyone has a bullshit like Malus. Mother of the Prophet, which Druchi believes in the ancient saints?
"My brother, help Walter find a marriage partner, someone who is relatively reliable, you know." Darkus suddenly said after thinking about this.
"No problem, leave this matter to me. What are you going to do with Walter next?"
"City of Hope, Asriel's night governor! That position suits him." Darkus said decisively.
"Asriel? City of Despair? What a name!" Maranur thought for a moment, nodded and said.
Darkus laughed dryly, and he began to think about the unsatisfactory situation again. Malus had five brothers and sisters in total, two of them had been killed by Malus, and Ulay and Nagalia were left. , Ulay is about to meet his fate in Hal Gansi, while Nagalia's fate lies in the north.
Unfortunately, Malus's mother Eldir and second brother Isvar were killed by Darkus, perhaps because of the waxing and waning of the moon.
Darkus is not going to participate in Hal Gancy's Religious Rebellion. The place is too dangerous for him. Heliburn's crazy woman and Kane assassin are no laughing matter. Heliburn Don't care about any kind of kinship, this is the existence of matricide. Kane's little brat didn't like him and sent down an oracle or something, so he had to be left there without being able to escape.
Moreover, there is no good solution to the problem of religion for the time being. Darkus is not confident that he can solve Druch's religious problem by going to Hal Gancy. He is not that crazy yet. So hopeless. He wouldn't give any beauty skills to Heliben. If he had to give it to Heliben, Heliben's aunt Annasara would have given it to him a long time ago. Does he need it? Besides, what's the benefit of giving it? Helene became sane? Break free from religious madness? Isn’t this ridiculous?
Darkus couldn't help but laugh when he thought about this. Let's leave the Kane Dimensional Sword and Ulay to Malus. Maybe the next time he and Malus meet will be in the north?
Who knows? Perhaps Darkus had already gone to the Lustria continent by that time.
"Excuse me, the blacksmith who fell from the sky is awake." Drusala knocked on the door, pushed the door open and said slowly.
"Let's go and have a look." Darkus suddenly became interested.
(End of chapter)