MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 870 will hunt

When Griffin Williams got Kant's letter back, his first reaction was...

"The words are ugly."

- The young mage apprentice who had just received the enlightenment education for two years looked better than what he wrote.

Here we can see the gap between Griffin, the hip-pulling speaker, and the previous generation Phoenix King Malekis.

Regarding the evaluation of Kant's handwriting, Griffin just felt that the writing was not as good as that of elementary school students, while the parrot...

"The old lady divides the mental power into twelve parts, four parts hold her hands and feet, one part rubs the front, one part serves the back, four parts serve the chest, another part covers the mouth above, and the last part beats the belly, At the thirty-eighth time, if you squeeze out a little extra mental power and control the pen, the words you write will be better than your shit!"

The words of the tiger and wolf shocked Kant greatly.

By the way, the spell system in the other world is vast and vast, with many factions and various types, but according to statistics, one of the most widely used and most widely mastered spells should undoubtedly be the psychic spell.

This fact also extends the countless color jokes circulating in the mage circle.

Just like ignorant young boys and girls will try all kinds of things immediately after realizing the magic of the human body for the first time, and when the mages turn their spiritual power into psychic power to interfere with reality for the first time, they have no creativity. After floating some gadgets in the air and tossing them for a while, you will basically think about "that aspect" invariably, and after looking around in a guilty conscience, you will start to make some kind of attempts cautiously.

In this respect, spellcasters are indeed happier than Muggle bachelors.

After all, they have three wives.

Griffin was too old to think about "that aspect", so he started reading letters.

The complexion also changed several times.

The sound of Kacha Kacha was always in his ears, Phaersson was eating all the time, and the Grand Chancellor was irritable and squinted, he didn't know where the appetite and impulse of this star palace **** came from.

For the past few days, Phaersson has been extremely indulgent, and even sneaked into the prosperous big city to have fun. He has already played with pleasures such as eating, drinking, gambling, etc., only "that aspect" has not been touched.

It is said that the God of Star Palace is too arrogant and sticks to the bottom line. After all, he regards himself as a god, conscious of being otherworldly and living in the clouds, and in his eyes, "that aspect" is really no different from Beast X.

"Kant replied?" Faersson ate half a bucket of spicy rice dumplings, and then asked, "What did he say?"

"To sow discord and take advantage of me."

Griffin's face was normal, as if nothing had happened: "He said that a total decisive battle is about to start to clear my troops."

The God of Star Palace trembled slightly with his fingers grasping the snacks.

Immediately, he calmed down and said lightly, "That is to say, can't we talk about it?"

The Great Speaker has already swept the whole chapter, shook his head and said, "Not necessarily... He was just telling me that if I can't impress him and let him see my sincerity and determination, then the whole army will come over and let me die without a place to die. ."

"What does he want to see?"

The Chancellor put down the letter, looked at Phoeson, and smiled.

"Surrender, cut the flesh, and you."

The God of Star Palace put down the snacks in his hand, his face was cold: "What?"

"Kant wants to swallow my military and political resources, let my cronies work for him, and ask me to kill you to make a certificate - do you know the certificate? This is a vocabulary derived from Aurora..."

Phaersson's eyes became gloomy: "What about you? What are you going to do?"

Griffin was unmoved by the fierce gaze of this powerful god.

"It's just a bargain." He smiled, "Our ultimate goal is to delay time, divide the relationship between Kant and the kingdoms, so that he can't unify the power of the mortal before the arrival of the star palace - the ultimate goal is this, and then demarcate Now, which of the conditions given by Kant can be negotiated."

He unfolded the letter and wrote with pen and paper.

"My disciples and cronies are now in the hands of Kant. They are all excellent talents. Kant wants them to serve him..."

Having said this, Griffin paused, showing a strange and inexplicable expression.

Some lost, some sad, some sad, and some relieved.

"Then take it."

Although his actions were free and easy and his tone was relieved, the Grand Speaker still involuntarily glanced at Phaethon.

Then he lightly wrote a handwritten letter, which was a handwritten instruction, telling the students and cronies that he had to choose a thorny road for the future of the mortal world, and Kant was his companion, instructing them to serve Kant temporarily, Do the right thing for your mortal future.

As he wrote this, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which disappeared in a flash.

Then Griffin glanced at Phaethon again, and the God of Star Palace was silent in front of the table full of food, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Grand Chancellor frowned slightly, always feeling that Phaethon was getting more and more strange these days.

He seemed to have something important on his mind.

Griffin can see that the other party is deliberately indulging himself, but he can't think of the root cause of it. After thinking about it, he can only blame the other party coming to the mortal world alone at this moment, facing the terrifying front of the fire thief, and consciously winning. It's not big, it's even more life-threatening, but there is no way to deal with it, so you can only enjoy it and paralyze yourself?

Griffin narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding some kind of cold light.

-how to say.

Sure enough, it's a bad cannon fodder.

Self-proclaimed god, arrogant and arrogant, but in fact is nothing more than a dog.

Thinking of this, he deliberately said: "I want to continue negotiating with Kant, come and take a look?"

Phoebusn laughed, his smile a little gloomy.

"You have already established communication with Apophis. The Destroyer Star is very fond of you, and even authorized you to contact him directly without me. What else do you need me to refer to?"

"Having said that," Griffin said calmly, "I am most familiar with and believe in you. In the future, the star palace will come to the world, and I will count on you to help me speak and fulfill my promise. Now you are helpless in the mortal world, and you also count on you. Let me help you survive and even build meritorious deeds, we are one with honor and disgrace, right?"

Phaethon looked at him for a long time, before finally nodding in satisfaction.

"You're sensible," he said. "Don't think that Apophis said a few nice words, and you think he likes you, a mudblood. He hasn't even seen you, and he doesn't know you. It's just that now you have Only by using the value will he look at you... After all, you can only rely on me now."

Griffin nodded naturally.

"Now," said the grand speaker, "let's bargain with Kant, stop his crazy ideas, give him a little sweetness, and buy time. In addition, the lobbying plan of the countries should also be launched."

When he said this, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Although our initial plan was to divide his relationship with the countries, isolate and exclude him from the mortal world, but... if we can really force him to leave and return to his hometown, that would be great."

Sitting on the sofa, Fauson sighed softly.

He murmured, "Yeah, that would be great."

Griffin noticed the murmur and raised his eyebrows: "What?"

The God of Star Palace ignored his question, but raised his head and spoke with a sincere expression: "Griffin - in my opinion, the eras and civilizations created by the mortal world are actually similar."

"Although I know Kant is from another world, I can't deduce what that world looks like from these clues, and you seem to have such a talent."

"You can see the contours of the world from the various things Kant brought to the mortal world, and you can infer the morality of that world from Kant's behavioral patterns..."

The speaker was a little puzzled, not knowing what the other party wanted to express.

"I just wanted to ask you..."

Faersson said in a subtle tone: "Is that world, that civilization, very prosperous?"

Griffin Williams was startled, he thought for a moment, his expression became solemn, and nodded: "Sure."

The God of Star Palace asked, "How prosperous is it?"

"A huge amount of delicious snacks, the same packaging and specifications, I am afraid it is not uncommon, even food for civilians... It means that the food is enough to feed the huge population, and the civilians can enjoy more."

"Superior papermaking and printing techniques, the reckless waste of fine paper, and the sacred value of carrying knowledge... This means extremely rich entertainment."

"Look at the stuff all over Far Harbor... The city of Far Harbor has been transformed by Kant into what he wanted. That's what he knew the city should be like... Order, efficiency, cleanliness, friendliness, entertainment throughout the city always, a fully prosperous state..."

Griffin explained patiently...these details already show a lot.

Keep him awake at night, terrify him, disturb him, worry him.

And Phaethon... for some reason, he listened very carefully.

"Then..." The God of Star Palace pondered for a moment, and continued to ask, "Is the world where Kant lives, is there peace, is there no sin, and has injustice completely disappeared?"

— What kind of **** problem is this?

Griffin was stunned, and only felt that today's Phaersson was very wrong.

But it doesn't matter - the other party's attention is only focused on these strange minutiae, but this is exactly what Griffin wishes for the other party to be muddleheaded and indifferent to everything around him.

So he straightened his face, shook his head and said, "It's impossible."

Phaersson showed an eager expression and asked, "Why?"

"Obvious." The experienced Grand Speaker replied, "Arms—weapons used by individual soldiers, long-range firepower more powerful than war magic weapons, invincible chariots, steel warships across the huge sea, and the scorching hot The light of the sun... If Kant's hometown is a place of abundance and peace, where is the need to maintain such a huge military armament? There must be confrontation and conflict!"

"A huge amount of goods means the grabbing of profits, the grabbing of profits means the gathering of interests, and the gathering of interests means the birth of a group... Where there are businessmen, how can there be peace?"

"Radio, TV, transportation, factories...both civilians and military."

"The most important thing is... Kant himself."

Griffin's eyes were burning: "If he comes from a peaceful and prosperous place, even if he comes from an extraordinary background, he is just an idiot with high eyes and low hands. But think about it, what did he do when he came to the mortal world? , give them dignity and strength, and everything is done in good order!"

"What does this mean?"

"This shows that someone in his hometown has done the same thing, maybe it's still doing it now, and even taught him how to do it - to suppress the privileged class, to give dignity and strength to the lowest level of civilians, and that's all, That means almost endless conflict and war!"

When he said this, he said categorically: "I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen a group of intelligent beings get together and still be at peace with each other - there must be three, six, nine, and nine, and there must be conflicts and resistance!"

"A whole world, absolutely—maybe that world is extremely prosperous and civilized, but there is no shortage of sin, distinction, rich and poor, arrogance, lies... these things will never be less!"

"Maybe, it's even worse than the mortal world."

Griffin sneered: "After all, Kant is the only one here."

These are all analyzed and deduced by him in private.

It can be deduced and analyzed, but there is no object to talk to - all the members of the Starry Court are dead, he can no longer emphasize the threat and power of Kant to anyone, and the generals of the army are not good listeners, after all. Telling them this really shakes the hearts of the army.

The question is... how could Phaersson be interested in this?

He glanced at the God of Star Palace, and suddenly his heart was shocked.

Because when the God of Star Palace heard this, he showed an uneasy... smile.

Unbridled, wild, joyful, relieved, all kinds of complicated emotions are hidden in the hideous smile.

"yes."

In his tone, it seemed to be mixed with infinite... joy.

"That's really..." Pharzon grinned, "as it should be."

He let out a long breath, as if he had received great news, and let go of a concern.

Suddenly, Griffin felt an inexplicable unease.

He thought of the previous few months, he would occasionally emphasize Kant's horror to Phoeson, often attributing new discoveries on the battlefield to Kant's horror and the power behind it.

—After all, the forces behind Kant are really outrageous. For the new weapons that are put into the battlefield today, Kant will have the corresponding tactics and equipment on the next day at the latest. Sometimes it takes only a few hours to come up with the countermeasures. It is hard to imagine how a powerful group of power is behind him.

Every time he emphasized Kant's toughness, Phaersson listened very carefully, very seriously.

Griffin always laughed secretly in his heart at first—the so-called God of Star Palace is just like that. When encountering fire thieves, it is like a mouse meeting a cat.

But now...it doesn't seem like that.

- If Kant can really be forced to run away and return to his hometown, that would be great.

As soon as he thought of this, he looked at Phaezon's calm face, and suddenly a great uneasiness surged in his heart.

But the arrow is on the line.

- The Star Palace seems to be eager for you to return to your homeland and has a great interest in your homeland.

He picked up the pen and deliberately added a reminder to the letter.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I finally put the pen down, but I still didn't do it.

This kind of important news is very useful.

He called a messenger and ordered him to deliver the letter.

"The old thing is quite generous."

Kant looked at Griffin's handwriting, which contained an order from the Grand Chancellor to his disciples and former officials, ordering them to serve Kant temporarily, and the prisoners of the Lubyanka Hotel could finally be invited as comrades.

The fire thief took a few glances and asked, "Do those stalkers recognize this? Don't they think it's a fake?"

"It's impossible not to recognize it." Dong Tianming replied, "Mortal powerhouses, especially peerless powerhouses, write letters that contain their own spiritual power and soul will, and it is absolutely impossible for others to imitate them."

"That's good."

Kant threw the handwritten book into the White Mist World, picked up the letter and read it carefully, feeling a little moved in his heart.

— Griffin Xu seemed to realize something when he saw Kant’s dog-crawling regular script, and this time his reply also used print-like regular script, which was still much better than Kant’s writing.

Kind of empathetic.

"Then kill him."

Kant crumpled the letter into a ball, smashed it into powder, and laughed: "This old guy still thinks I'm going to bargain with him—what a joke, I'm just cheating a sum before killing him."

Dong Tianming's expression was extremely ugly. He seemed to have realized something, or noticed something from Kant's expression. When the lord returned again, he was in a different mental state.

Pioneering, daring, and…

Returning like an arrow.

He only felt cold in his heart, and his tone was almost pleading: "My lord..."

"Mr. Dong." Kant held his hand and said sincerely, "What's the matter, let's talk about winning this battle, okay? I can convince you that I have a better plan."

He shook Lao Dong's hand hard.

"Before this, I need your military support - the two armies confront each other, my troops can sweep everything and be invincible, but the peerless powerhouse needs to rely on Dong Gong's strength."

After speaking, he began to greet Iron Son.

"How is the preparation for the battle? Is the air support in place? Has the big thing made by the Yankees been checked? Is the Fulton system online? Where's my baby bump?"

The earth, the world of white mist, the mortal world and the other world, the three worlds are connected, and the iron fire of war circulates in it. After several months of rounds of battle, recruits become veterans. Behind the long confrontation period, are the two strongest countries on earth. Dancing lightly under Kant's misdirection and interference, the supreme military achievements of modern civilization, fast and fierce, are enjoyed by fire thieves.

In the early morning, when the east was white, Kant personally picked up the two guests.

He welcomed the previous one with a warm hug, then looked at the latter with a laugh, hugged and slapped on the back, while several other guests had arrived the day before.

The audience is here, the players are ready, the torrents of steel are about to roar, and follow their king, who will hunt on the borders of Goethe and claim the first victory of the mortal army against the Star Palace.

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PS1: Attended a meeting...was terribly sleepy at night, but finished writing through gritted teeth. sleep.