After the global recovery, I traveled through

Tied inside.

Lin Xingtao stretched out his hand, and a figure ran to his hand with all four limbs, rubbing his hand with his head.

It was his sister, the ghoul Audrey.

She smelled the smell and ran all the way from the Viscount's Mansion to here.

"Sister, let's go to the capital together." Lin Xingtao said.

He took her and walked into the airship.

Thinking of the painful words of those workers, Lin Xingtao issued the last order:

Don't rely on terror, don't rely on tenderness.

Rely on the glory of yourself and the glory of everyone.

Let them be willing.

Let me.

Dominate their lives and madness.

The author has something to say: In order to recruit followers, Lin Xingtao decided to stand up and become an idol. (A joke from a Japanese comic)

Speaking of Japanese comics, I think of an artistic girl in "Psycho-Pass", who dismembered people and placed them like Renault in the text, and placed them in the downtown area, and people passed by the twisted corpses without knowing it.

Renault: Please be a human being.

Chapter 109 The Evil God of Industry (III-II)

The situation in the French Empire is at a delicate juncture.

The new rich with a lot of assets are rising up and demanding a social status that matches their assets. The specific demand is to establish a parliament. For this purpose, they do not hesitate to deduct workers' wages and incite a large number of workers to organize protests. The old nobles guard the ancient glory and support the largest old nobles - the royal family.

Originally, the new rich were about to succeed. With the help of workers and even the god of industry, Queen Claudia dismissed the prince who could only influence her decision-making besides the king and prepared to sign the bill to establish a parliament.

The workers even forgot that it was the new rich who stood with them on the surface who made them hungry. They took it for granted that after the victory of the struggle, the new rich would give them bread and money.

But the queen was slow to sign.

The workers missed the most powerful period to protest against the new rich.

The capital was changing, and everyone was guessing what the queen wanted to do. At this juncture, the first heir to the throne, Prince Lionel, returned from Lorraine.

"Our prince was played with by his mother like this, and he came back in anger after only staying for a few days. I hope our glory will not be tainted after all."

"I heard that his prince does not reject the power of the God of Industry. He may be in a hurry to come back to persuade the queen to sign."

"I wonder how many of our allies have accepted benefits from others and started to support reform."

"Did many workers die in the new industrial zone? The stench is about to drift to the upper city. By the way, why hasn't the Industrial Church made any moves recently."

Recalling the discussion of several old friends, the minister waited for the prince's return.

The guards dispersed the crowd early, and only a few old lovers of the prince were chattering at the scene.

"Do you think your prince will bring back a little goblin from the countryside of Lorraine?"

"What pheasant? Go back to your chicken coop and stay well. Do you still expect to be a princess?"

At this time, a huge black shadow buzzed across the sky, and the fine weeds and petals were sucked by the chassis and flew everywhere.

The minister put away his dissatisfaction with the gloomy weather and took a respectful greeting.

The women approached with dignified and enthusiasm.

As the huge steel beast slowly descended, the skylight above the mountains formed a circle on the surface of the airship, turning the airship into a glowing temple.

The door was opened, and it was not the guards who came out, but the silver-haired prince.

Before the women's enthusiastic cheers could be heard, golden hair floated out of the door.

—— As expected, he is a prince! He really brought back a beauty!

The prince turned around, bent down, stretched out his hand, and made a gentleman's invitation. This surprised everyone, because although the prince loved beauties, he was also a passionate and arrogant prince.

The women became alert.

Their uneasiness also came from the fact that the beauty from Lorraine was so beautiful with just the exposed hair.

The golden hair fluttered strand by strand, and then slowly fell back on the white and gorgeous shirt.

A hand pressed the door frame, and the slender knuckles did not exert force, so this gentle press was both somewhat lonely and weak, and had a unique calm beauty.

"This beautiful lady, please jump down boldly. I believe our prince will catch you well--" The minister praised the prince without leaving a trace, and reminded the prince to catch his sweetheart well.

Like everyone else, he looked at the figure revealed in the backlight.

White shirt, buttons are silver gems. Blonde hair flows on the white, and will not be hooked by the repeated design of buttons.

Tightened waist, tied belt, wide trousers...

The minister's words stopped abruptly.

He suddenly realized that it was not a lady, and his compliments offended a beautiful young man!

The blond young man did not take the palm handed out by the prince, instead, he showed an unpredictable smile.

-- Jump down from the door!

It is a beam of light.

It is said in the Father of Heaven that when the world was first created, there was a beam of light.

Under the shining of beauty and brilliance, everything will be eclipsed.

He is the light of wisdom that enlightens mankind under the gloomy sky.

Under the backlight, his green eyes are particularly dazzling. After casting a mocking and lazy look, the cold wind in the mountains brings the fragrance of sage, rosemary, thyme, and wormwood.

From then on, the scent of beauty is sage, rosemary, thyme and wormwood.

He stood up easily and walked in front of everyone. His appearance clearly shocked everyone.

She is the kind of peerless beauty that causes competition among all parties in myths and legends, but she is not a victim of power that is too weak to decide her own destiny.

Yes, that's right.

Perhaps some beauties are born to ascend to the bed and knees of the king by virtue of their appearance, and entertain the nobles in their leisure time, but he is not. He bears the original sin of beauty, but firmly controls this beauty.

Gently sniffing the grass leaves and flowers blown to the tip of his nose, the blond man looked at the capital Bali from afar and sighed slightly.

"Come here." He raised his chin to the minister.

In fact, he didn't need to raise his chin, or even speak. He just needed to stand, and someone would be eager to offer everything.

The minister came over trembling.

Everyone subconsciously ignored the prince they were going to welcome.

——The non-human charm of 21 is that you can do whatever you want.

Lin Xingtao confirmed this again.

He had no time to care about the sudden increase in believers, but looked at the minister.

The minister twisted uncomfortably under his almost frivolous gaze, but Lin Xingtao knew that he was different from others and that this minister was not successfully charmed.

The minister was a believer of the God of Industry, and his faith was not weak.

"Where is the queen?"

"The queen is..." The minister was startled, came back to his senses, and hurriedly said, "Of course the queen is in the palace."

"Take me to see her."

The minister took a step back and said almost tremblingly: "No, I'm sorry to say something that makes you unhappy, but the queen now refuses to meet everyone."

The scene was quiet for a while, and the others turned their heads in astonishment and stared at the minister, as if shocked why he could say the words of refusal.

Hostile and unshakable faith, this is the problem that Lin Xingtao needs to solve as a highly charismatic evil god.

The queen, who was supposed to be against the Industrial Church, sent the enemy to pick up the prince who returned from the friendly side...

Maybe everyone was wrong. The Industrial Church and the royal family were not in opposition. That's right. If a church wants to expand across the country, how can it do without the power of power?

But is a firm belief really unshakable?

Lin Xingtao stretched out his hand and touched the minister's trembling cheek with his fingertips. The coldness of his fingers and his own fear made the minister's face lose temperature quickly.

Haha——he was still resisting.

Plop——he gave up resistance.

The minister kneeling on the ground whispered: "The queen said she was going to the temple of the God of Industry."

"What to do." Lin Xingtao's fingertips drew passionate blood.

"Go to the Pope."

"Who is the Pope?"

The minister panted hoarsely, and it seemed difficult to say the noble name directly. ⑧⑧

When Lin Xingtao's fingertips penetrated into the delicate flesh and pulled out with blood foam——

"Alan."

The minister seemed to have violated a taboo, and his whole body began to twitch crazily.

But when the blood from Lin Xingtao flowed into his own mouth, he returned to normal.

His eyes were rekindled with enthusiasm.

This time it was for Lin Xingtao.

But Lin Xingtao would not give him a rewarding touch again. He looked at the black spire standing in the distance and the black smoke floating in the sky along the road again.

Alan?

He had some impression of this name.

Audrey said: [In the orphanage, no one has ever beaten me in hide-and-seek, not even the smartest Alan. ]

The smart Alan turned out to be someone they knew.

Behind him, Audrey lifted her skirt, obediently took the prince's hand, and fell to the ground from the airship. She looked like a normal person, not a ghoul, except that her sweet smile was a little stiff.

In fact, the so-called prince, after being resurrected by Lin Xingtao, was just a puppet who followed instincts and had no thoughts.

A man and a woman stood on Lin Xingtao's left and right.

"Are you going to the temple? I can lead the way for you." The minister said.

Lin Xingtao asked with a subtle smile: "Is the king of this country dead?"

"No - oh, he was seriously ill, so he handed over the power to the queen."

"Our poor prince, how much he misses his father."

"Please don't get me wrong, he is not going to take over the power, but to ask his father for marriage."

The prince's half-long hair was combed behind his head, and his face, which originally revealed inorganic indifference, showed a strange happy smile. He pulled Audrey, as if he was pulling his princess.

The prince's old lovers wanted to come over, but not for the prince, but for Lin Xingtao.

"You are so pretty. Would you like to come to my house?"

"I know a doctor who is very skilled in medicine. You should take him with you, so that the king's illness will not be passed on to you."

The charm of 21 makes everything simple, but perhaps charm can do whatever one wants, but Lin Xingtao himself cannot do whatever he wants.

In order to be supreme, in addition to his own strength, he also needs to rely on worldly power.

He will not forget what the keeper said: [Can be killed by concentrated and powerful non-physical attacks.]

By rolling the dice, an ordinary person has the opportunity to hurt the gods. He is not a powerful outer god in the Cthulhu mythology.

At this moment, the voice of the keeper sounded.

[You have obtained an untimed madness state.]

［.rd=88, your symptom is substance abuse disorder - addiction to industrial waste gas. ］

［You are addicted to the heavy stench of industrial waste gas. You want them to swim in your skin and flesh, bringing you endless enjoyment and comfort. ］

［Before the end of this symptom, your strength in all aspects will be improved. ］

［Where the waste gas you desire gathers is the new industrial area that was originally a slum, and now there are waves of stench from the new industrial area that cannot be found. This stench is even about to spread to the palace in the upper city. ］

［The king's condition has worsened further. He is almost killed by the stench on the bed. It's so pitiful, poor king - is it the stench of industrial waste or some other stench? ］

［You find that it has a lot to do with the god of industry. Are you willing to start an investigation - more and more smelly workers welcome you. ］

Lin Xingtao paused, and a fragrance that fascinated him floated to his nose.

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