Ride and Cut

Li Cha verified it based on his own life experience, and had to admit that Sauron's words were indeed reasonable. Today is an impetuous age, it is better to sell a good product than to sell it, sincerely.

The income-generating plan was declared bankrupt, but to Li Cha, who is in charge of the ironware trade, he didn't really care much about it, and took it out to chat about the right to adjust the atmosphere.

This is the end of the easy and freehand topic, and the real drama is next.

Li Cha and Sauron looked at each other, each smiled, and at the same time scolded each other in their hearts for being cunning, and tacitly dismissed their respective followers.

"My lord, I must thank you."

Richard is the illegitimate son of the old Marquis of Orlando. From the perspective of traditional aristocrats, the dirty relationship between him and the Orlando family is actually very shameful.

After all, this world is a reality. Faced with such unequal power and status between the two contradictory parties, it is not bad for ordinary people to not help each other.

But what did Sauron do as a lobbyist for the Orlando family? With a big wave of his hand, he generously provided an interest-free loan, and the amount was far above Li Cha's psychological price. In private, he even sent his illegitimate son to show his favor to him. This attitude is not considered a second or fifth son, but it is also very subtle.

Without him giving the green light all the way, the lord's pioneering journey would probably not be as smooth as it is now.

"I guess, you want to know why." Sauron took out a gold snuff bottle inlaid with gemstones, poured a pinch of brown powder on the palm of his hand, and sniffed it twice with his nose.

There was a bright red on his face and neck, and his whole body was very spiritually lifted up a lot.

"I really want to know." The lord was really curious.

At the beginning, he was ready to yell "Don't bully young people and poor people" and then go it alone, but he didn't expect to rush into loneliness with enthusiasm.

"Three reasons. First, they are all born as illegitimate children. I have some sympathy." Sauron pulled a pillow behind his back, half-lying on his back, and looked at the sky with empty eyes. "Second, Orlando still has a little power in the southern province, and they can't reach us, so even if I do a little trick, they won't find it."

Maybe because he thought it was hot, Sauron moved his lips twice and rubbed the sapphire ring on his index finger with his thumb. The lord suddenly felt a steady and cool breeze blowing towards him, making him feel much cooler all of a sudden.

"What about the third?" Li Cha knew that the third must be the most important,

The first two only provide the possibility of implementation, but the realization of any behavior must first be possible and second be driven, and there is still a lack of drive.

Just like the lord usually cleans up Nehru, those various reasons are all possible, and the real driving source is actually "it depends on you". Therefore, if Nehru wants to be punished less, he must try to do less stupid things, or he must find a way not to be so disgusting to the lord.

It's a pity that the hardships and setbacks he has suffered may not be enough, and this simple truth has not yet been figured out.

"Listen to me." Sauron stretched out two fingers, and asked an irrelevant question, "Do you know that there have been two major factions in Pompeii these years."

"I don't know." Li Cha shook his head.

Although he is now considered a nobleman, he is incomparable to the traditional nobles in opening up news channels for the nobles. The lord is basically blind to the upper echelons, not to mention the secrets of factional struggles, and he can't even figure out the name of the current crown prince.

"Could it be two princes vying for the throne?" He was shocked.

Li Cha swore that if Sauron dared to nod his head, he would definitely turn his head and leave immediately. Fighting for the throne and not falling to his head, Li Cha, why bother in the muddy water.

Sauron turned over and sat up, with a face full of tears and laughter, "We all have one Highness in Pompeii, who will compete with him? Besides, His Majesty is still in the prime of life, and it is far from time to abdicate. Don't be too imaginative, okay?"

Li Cha sneered twice: "Which two factions are they?"

"One faction leans towards the Church of the Holy Light and hopes that Pompeii can be accepted by the diocese. The other faction is more inclined to the goddess of ice and snow, and does not want to have too much entanglement with the Holy See."

"Oh." The lord nodded in understanding.

The Church of the Holy Light is currently the mainstream sect in the entire human world, and most of the ancient beliefs that were once prosperous have been squeezed out and disappeared.

At present, about one-third of the human countries, large and small, have the word "holy" hanging in front of their names. This is a symbol of their piety, and it is also a symbol that the Church of the Holy Light has almost dominated the world.

The reason for saying almost is because in Pompeii, the northernmost, largest, and second most populous country in the human territory, the Church of the Holy Light is still in its infancy, and the goddess of ice and snow is the object of people's faith.

There are many reasons - first of all, it is indeed related to the climate. Serious ice and snow disasters often occur in northern Pompeii in winter, which is objectively more conducive to the spread of the belief in the goddess of ice and snow. Richard himself has a deep understanding of this. When he was in the southern province, he could still see the missionary organizations of the Church of the Holy Light. The further north he went, the harder it was to find them.

But more importantly, Pompeii's temperament is slightly different from other countries. Not only beliefs, but also some other things can't be pissed into a pot. Specifically, such as: military, politics, folklore, art, climate, blood relationship... and others.

"You and Wenger belong to two factions?" The Lord Lord looked suspicious.

Although he had never dealt with the half-brother Marquis Wenger, he thought that the IQ of the real Marquis would not be so low that it would break through the floor, so how could he entrust his political opponents for help.

"No, no, no." Sauron waved his hands again and again, "Little Wenger belongs to the faction that resists the Church of the Holy Light, but mages don't believe in gods, so I am a secular faction—that is, neutral."

"Masters generally don't smoke." Li Cha pointed to the snuff bottle in Sauron's hand, which was more irritating than ordinary tobacco leaves. For mages who pursue the sublimation of reason, the stimulation itself should be eliminated.

"It's not snuff, giant beaver brain powder." Sauron put the container back into his robe, and tapped his forehead with his index finger, "relieves my migraine."

Migraine is considered an occupational disease in the mage community, the result of weak body and high-intensity brain use.

"I'll tell you a secret. Actually, I don't believe in any gods." Richard looked at Sauron's face, waiting for him to be surprised.

After all, there has never been an exact record of the coming of the true God in the world, and the so-called miracles seem unconvincing. Based on the experience of the lord growing up under the red flag, it is a dream to ask him to believe in something that he does not know whether it exists or not.

But this time he was doomed to be disappointed.

"I have investigated you a long time ago. Unbelievers like us are too rare among the nobles of the kingdom." Sauron scratched his gray hair. "It is precisely because rare species are worthy of protection that I decided to help you."

"That's it?" It was Li Cha who was surprised, and the reason was so casual, which made him a little unbelievable.

"Otherwise, what else can I do to bring you a whole scene of court struggle?" Sauron took a sip from his teacup and smiled at him, "Some things don't need to be complicated, because the truth is simple."

"Wait, you don't want to pull me into the neutral faction, do you?" Richard was distracted by Sauron and finally got back on track.

"I have this idea." Sauron nodded frankly.

"Damn! Don't even think about it!" How could Li Cha not know that when it comes to disputes, the neutral faction fights from both sides. "In ancient times, there was a bard who was a neutral faction. As a result, no matter where he was in power, he was constantly dismissed, but his poems are really good."

Sauron shrugged, "If one day you have to stand in line, I personally suggest that you choose the Church of the Holy Light."

"Why?"

Sauron fumbled around for a moment and took out three metal pieces and put them in the palm of his hand, "Look at this."

Li Cha turned over and looked at the front and back, it was Pompeii's gold, silver and copper coins. He thought there was something special in it, but upon closer inspection, it was just the most common coin.

"The Church of the Holy Light wants to buy me?" The lord could only guess like this, his breath suddenly became heavy with excitement, he had never encountered such a good thing.

The silver bullet offensive may not be effective against other nobles, but it is absolutely accurate when used against the lord of the Alpine Fort.

"My lord Richard, what are you thinking about?" Sauron directly covered his face and said while sighing again and again, "I mean—their exchange ratio is one gold coin to twelve silver coins, and one silver coin to twenty-four copper coins. In fact, Pompeii is fully capable of adjusting the ratio to a figure that is easier to calculate by adjusting the weight of the coins, but he did not do so."

"It's because the Ice and Snow Goddess has twelve wings on her back, and there are twenty-four angels sitting on her back." Li Cha still knows this kind of common sense.

The clerics of the Ice and Snow Goddess Church mastered very sharp ice magic, and they had a lot of influence in Pompeii. The current currency value is the result of their struggle with the royal family.

"That's right, but calculations are inconvenient for marketers." Sauron smacked his lips regretfully. "Gods have twelve wings, but we humans only have ten fingers."

Li Cha nodded in agreement. It's not that he hasn't experienced civilian life, so he naturally understands how troublesome it is to use.

"The Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess has had too much influence on the world, and now His Majesty Sargerei of Pompeii is a talented and generous monarch."

"At least I have developed mathematics. Even a three-year-old child knows that 12 times 24 equals 288."

While talking nonsense, Li Cha threw the gold coins into his pocket, and only returned the two silver and copper coins to Sauron. It's nothing more than a dispute between theocracy and kingship, and the lord of the alpine castle who is still nesting in the wilderness doesn't intend to worry about it.

"Let me tell you, you are considered a famous person now, and you want to take advantage of this little advantage?" Sauron shook the two coins in his hand, dumbfounded.

"Poor." The lord said with a generous face, "Mosquito legs are also meat, and I still owe you a thousand gold coins."

"It's one thousand and one now." Sauron said quietly.

"Damn!" Li Cha hurriedly threw the gold coin back with a flick of his hand, "You are also considered a famous person, you have to care about a gold coin?"

"As you said, mosquito legs are also meat."