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Gradually, Chen Xing calmed down and began to analyze what Ramsden had just said.

He is no longer the Wuxia Amon of the year, and he is no longer the wandering mercenary who knew nothing about the upper world. No matter what, he is also a prime minister.

They will not be regarded as gods because of a few words of a big man, and they will not believe it.

Even if the other party is the guardian of the world, he will carefully analyze the cause and effect relationship, think about it, weigh the pros and cons, and then make a decision.

It was morning, most of the mercenaries were sleeping, and the bar was extremely quiet.

Ramsden raised his head slightly and saw Chen Xing in deep thought. Quietly, a slight smile appeared on that wrinkled face.

However, all the parties involved did not see it, and were just immersed in their own thinking.

Regarding the branding of the abyss, Ramsden proposed three solutions, but the first and third are basically impossible and can be regarded as "false propositions".

Except for Huozui and Pang Li, they had to rely on hero potions to even break through the guard level, and the probability of becoming a legend was infinitely close to zero. What's more, only those who are promoted to legend can eliminate the influence of the abyss brand, and it will not help others.

The third option is equally impossible. What is the status of a saint? One of the three giants of the Holy Light Holy See, the last shot was completely out of Ramsden's face, and it was impossible to spend precious time and energy on their group of mercenaries.

Moreover, in the last battle, due to the close contact with the gluttonous monarch, the seal imposed by the saint has been broken, and even if help is sought, it is only a temporary measure.

As for the second method, there seems to be a little possibility.

Why do you say that?

Look at the election rules first.

If you want to be the chairman of the Human Survival Committee, you need to achieve two goals.

One is to obtain the recommendation of the guardian of the world, and the other is to obtain the support of more than half of the king-level powerhouses.

Look at the existing conditions.

In this world, there are three king-level powerhouses who are known to support him.

They are Aaliyah and Triris, as well as the king of Noyce, who is Triris' father and Aaliyah's grandfather.

If Ramsden accepts him as a closed disciple, he will fully support his rise.

According to the voting rules, the Guardian of the World counts two votes. In addition, Ramsden and Bolrag have a close relationship and are estimated to be able to win.

If nothing else, there are six votes here.

Coupled with the special status of the guardian of the world, as long as there is no direct conflict of interest, I believe that most king-level powerhouses are willing to sell Ramsden a favor.

From this point of view, the other party's proposal to "assist in ascending to the position of chairman" is not groundless, but possible.

Thinking of this, such a picture emerged in Chen Xing's mind - he sat majestically on the chief of the Supreme Divine Throne Meeting, and the left and right sides were full of supreme powerhouses. All turned to him with respect.

Among them are Zhao Yuankai, the emperor of the Qing Kingdom, Saladin IX, the great chief of the Saudi kingdom...

For some reason, the more Chen Xing imagined it, the more filthy he felt.

What is the High Throne?

That was the pinnacle where even the legendary powerhouses such as Salod, Bai Wancheng, Shade Sinclair, and Microro were not qualified to set foot on.

For him, Shard Sinclair is the back of a lifetime of chasing.

Everyone on the throne, all of them are powerful and domineering.

To let a king of this rank bow his head to him as a half-assed man is nothing short of a dream.

Everyone sitting can easily crush him. What kind of majesty is he talking about, the chairman of the committee?

The more he thought about it, the more helpless and insignificant he felt.

A pseudo-lord who was born at the bottom, with poor talent, and couldn't even communicate with the fire, how could he stand at the top of the world?

Are you not guilty? What's more, the chairman of the Human Survival Committee is not just the pinnacle, but the pinnacle above the pinnacle, the king of kings.

Otherwise, this position would not have been vacant for so many years, and a second term has not yet been elected.

Taking 10,000 steps back, he said that even if he didn't care about his personal strength, his current reputation was not good enough. The world knows that hundreds of radio stations in Longxiao River scolded him from morning to night, and his own women didn't listen to him. What to trade with others?

To end the war, we must first quell the Red Civil War and unite the North and the South.

Then, with the strength of the whole country, to defeat the Saudi and Qing countries and regain the lost territories, it is possible to truly end the war.

Of course, it is also possible to end the war by persuading the upper echelons of the red country to sign the terms of ceding territory to humiliate the country and feed the invaders.

But he, Chen Xing, will bear the infamy of the ages, implicated in future generations, and will not be able to lift his head up for eternity.

Don't say that he doesn't want to, with the character of the devil princess and the **** queen, he can't swallow this breath.

However, not to mention defeating the two countries, just quelling the civil war is already an impossible task for him.

The feud between the two mothers and daughters is as deep as the sea, and the forces of the two sides are constantly entangled.

He really can't think of what chips he has in his hand? I don't know what the other party thinks, but they think so highly of him.

Between thoughts, the minute hand and hour hand of the old wall clock on the wall gradually came closer and perpendicular to each other, and it was lunch time.

"Why don't you eat something first?" Chen Xing suggested.

After getting Ramsden's nod, he called the waiter, ordered a few simple dishes, and ate in silence.

After a meal, Chen Xing thought about it. I saw him put down the cutlery, wiped his mouth with a napkin, then sat upright, facing Ramsden, and said solemnly, "I've thought about it."

Ramsden had eaten a few minutes earlier. He slowly put down the wine glass with a gentle smile on his face, and asked, "You agreed?"

Chen Xing shook his head, "I'm sorry to disappoint you." He was a little difficult, but said very firmly, "I can't do the conditions you mentioned."

However, the wise old man seemed to have long expected that he would give such an answer, still with a gentle smile on his face, asked him, "Young man, can you tell me the reason for your refusal?"

"I..." Chen Xing's expression was gloomy, shaking his head, and some Gu Ying felt sorry for himself, "I don't have this ability."

"Why do you say that?" Ramsden wondered. As far as he knows, this young man has risen from the bottom and climbed all the way to the top of the Red Kingdom's power. He must be the darling of God, and he has both strength and wisdom at the same time.

"You overestimate me, I'm just one..." Speaking of which, Chen Xing took a deep breath, dropped his shoulders, as if he had lost all strength in an instant, and sighed, "A little guy who can't even grasp his own destiny. ."

"I even..."

"I don't even know what kind of person I am."

He lowered his head and looked at the wooden floor with holes under his feet, as if he was talking to himself.

"I used to think that I was not a good person, but not a bad person either."

"When others treat me well, I will treat others well, and when others confront me with swords, I will never be soft-hearted."

"I don't want to hurt others, and I don't want to be hurt by others."

"Try not to do things that harm others and benefit yourself, and try to seek a result that everyone can be satisfied with."

"Do things according to your ability, and be a person according to your conscience."

"For some reason, things just keep getting worse."

"Maybe it's my bad luck, maybe it's my lack of ability, or it may be my character."

"Anyway, I'm what I am today."

"My women have left me, and my warships are no longer answering my call."

"Hundreds of radio stations scold me day and night, accusing me."

"I don't know what else I have other than those around me, these brothers who are suffering from the same illness..."

In the slightly hoarse voice, there was a deep sense of loss.

"After so many things, I can't tell the difference between the good and the bad, the right and the wrong, and I don't know what to do and what not to do."

He sighed. "I feel like a failure."

"Really, a failure."

"Sometimes I think, maybe I don't belong here at all, I don't belong in this world."

"So..." Chen Xing raised his head, looked into the wise and kind eyes of the old man, and asked, "Do you think someone like me can respond to your expectations?"

Ramsden watched him, silent for a long time, and said softly, "Son, you seem to be lost."

"but…"

There was a kind and kind smile on the old man's face, "This is nothing to be ashamed of. Who hasn't been confused when they were young?"

"I have also doubted my position, doubted my original intention."

"Does it make sense to doubt everything you do?"

"You have doubts about your beliefs, you can't tell the difference between the good and the bad, the right and the wrong."

"But really, none of that matters."

"As long as you still love this world..." The old man's eyes lit up, "love all good things."

"Even if you make a big mistake, you still belong to the good camp."

"Just like, human society has a cold side, interests come first, the weak eat the strong, but it also has a warm side."

"But going back to the source, the essence of human society is still mutual aid."

"Combine to fight danger, embrace warmth to fight cold."

"The essence of society is mutual assistance. If this foundation is lost, human society will cease to exist."

"However, in human society..."

The old man paused, looked into the eyes of the young man, and asked a question, "Is pure kindness correct?"

"Doctors, therapists, clerics, guardians, these professions are of course the kinder the better."

"But the ruler, is the kinder the better?"

"The hardest thing in the world is the choice."

"A good ruler often makes a choice between the trade-offs that is most beneficial to the future of the ethnic group."

"Compared to pure kindness, it is the most difficult to kill with good intentions."

"Constantly persist in self-confidence in contradictions, and be kind in cruel and ruthless choices."

"Sometimes an angel, sometimes a demon."

"When you enter hell, don't forget your original intention."

"This is the best ruler!"

Ramsden became more and more excited as he spoke. He grabbed Chen Xing's wrist, pulled it over, and stared into each other's eyes closely, "Trust me, child..."

"You will be the greatest ruler of the clay world after the previous chairman!"

Ramsden's firm gaze and sonorous tone gave Chen Xing great confidence and strength.

But after thinking about it, he flinched again, and stammered, "Yes, but..."

"My reputation is so bad, is anyone still willing to believe me?"

Ramsden smiled gently, "My child, human nature is always complicated."

"Maybe you can think about it from another angle..."

"People hate you, hate you, scold you..."

"Maybe there is something for you."

Chen Xing's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had realized something.