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"Just this?"

Han Dongwen chewed on what Tilda had just said, and pondered for a long time before opening his mouth.

What Gasconn left behind undoubtedly gave them both a better understanding of the Church's behavior, but it still left many mysteries unsolved.

After the church successfully created gods, the second step that Gascon should do is simply called devouring the gods. Apart from this statement, he did not leave any more detailed information.

"There are only so many."

Tilda's tone was very serious, and she looked at Han Dongwen: "Han, I'm just telling you this so that West Asia and Simeng won't be too passive, don't you also have the delusion of becoming a god?"

Han Dongwen smiled bitterly: "Of course I don't have it anymore, you must have such a judgment before you are willing to tell me?"

Tilda nodded silently.

Indeed, she had witnessed an "unsuitable" vehicle that turned Gascone into a monster.

As for whether the carrier is suitable or not, now it seems that strength is also one of the elements.

The strength of Emperor Simeng... is reassuring.

"Is there any other content, such as... stairs, beasts or something?"

Han Dongwen thought about it, and carefully mentioned a sentence.

"beast?"

Tilda blinked her eyes: "There is no such content in the investigation of the Grand Duke's Mansion and the Huiji Choir, and there is no mention of the ladder except for the metaphor about the ladder of becoming a god that Gao told us last time." place. Did Simeng hear anything?"

The emperor of Simeng was far-sighted and worth learning, but after all, it was an exchange between countries at the moment, and Tilda did not forget to get some information for West Asia.

"There is some information, but it's fragmented."

Of course, Han Dongwen also knew that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. After thinking for a moment, he said: "First of all, as I told you just now, Xuegang, Olima, and Zuling Kingdom are already trying to create gods, but in the process , their consequences varied.”

Tilda nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"I told you and Gao last time in the Heart King Realm of Seven Senses that Pei Cang did not fail in Blood Harbor. As for the detailed situation, I can tell you now—Pei Cang caught a scapegoat in a grand ceremony. , and the descendant of Blood Harbor should be a compass, a very inconspicuous compass."

"The Holy Grail is just an ordinary silver cup." Tilda understood.

Han Dongwen went on to say: "According to Gao, Pei Cang has not failed yet, so we can first assume that the person Pei Cang captured is the carrier of his ceremony, and this carrier is obviously much more controllable than Bota."

Tilda silently recited what Han Dongwen said, as if he was about to memorize it.

"And then Olimar."

Han Dongwen recalled the PV he had just watched a few days ago. In the PV segment of Olimar, an Olimar man wearing the clothes of a great sage held a golden scepter and stabbed him with the sharp spike at the end of the scepter. Through the hearts of one slave after another.

"Olimar should have also found a surrogate, but unlike Blood Harbor, they are looking for a lot of slaves, no fewer than dozens of them."

He put his hand in front of his lips and pondered for a moment, then said tentatively: "Can we think about it this way, this carrier has certain requirements, but everyone doesn't know that Gascohen chose Bota as the carrier, But I was eager to create a god, so I failed.”…

Tilda said, "You mean, Olimar executed so many slaves for the sake of numbers?"

Han Dongwen nodded: "Yes, Olimar is increasing the number of carriers, and the scapegoat captured by Emperor Pei Cang of Xuegang may not be an ordinary person, but a person with strong strength."

In the pv, the person who was picked out by Pei Cang to "sacrifice to the Sea God" was originally Pei Cang's personal bodyguard. Such a person is absolutely impossible to be a weak person that can be seen everywhere.

"So Pei Cang is improving the quality of the carrier." Tilda nodded: "And Gascon's carrier... and Bota has neither quantity nor quality, so it failed?"

"It's just a guess."

Han Dongwen took a long breath and pinched the bridge of his nose: "If quantity or quality is really important, then we have to assume that the current Blood Harbor and Olimar have the potential to create a god space stronger than Gasconn." Shell, ready to eat and become a god at any time."

"ate……"

The word devour, associated with the word god, has always made Tilda feel too strange and offensive.

"Anyway, that's all we know now. It's a pity that Gascon can't pry his mouth open, otherwise we can know something else."

After Han Dongwen finished speaking, he looked at Tilda: "He...can't be saved?"

The last time I saw Gascon, he was turned into a monster, sealed in the ice.

Tilda nodded: "I can feel the mind of the monster inside. It's completely gone. It has lost any trace of humanity. Even if he is released, there will be absolutely no possibility of communication."

"Then, the Grand Duke's residence intends to put him...?"

While talking, Han Dongwen carefully stretched out his hand and made a gesture of swinging a knife.

Tilda shook her head and said: "Not yet, the boy named Bota was also sealed in it, I think... I was wondering if there is any way to try to separate him from Gascon, only if it is really impossible I will deal with them only if they are saved, or if there is any great danger."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Han Dongwen sighed: "Even if they haven't become gods yet, they are just shells of so-called gods, which are quite difficult on the battlefield. Now that Simeng and Xuegang are so tense, I don't know if the Grand Duke's residence has any indication? "

Hearing that Han Dongwen changed the subject, Tilda obviously felt better. She smiled: "Why, is it possible that you will allow the Grand Duke's residence to send troops into the country now?"

If you want to send troops to the bloody port from West Asia, it is basically impossible not to go through Simeng.

Han Dongwen waved his hand, don't say that he didn't intend to nod his head, even if he nodded, such a thing that is not beneficial and simply prepares for a rainy day will not be able to pass the test of the third division.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Can't it be soldiers?"

"Not soldiers?" Tilda wondered.

"As you said just now, the choir is gone. Now they should replace the original bishop's conference and manage the bishop's church for the Grand Duke's residence. I also received a note about their application to enter Simeng and arrest the original church undercover."

Han Dongwen thought for a moment: "How well do you know the Ashes Choir, can you trust them?"...

"Yes." Tilda replied without hesitation.

"Well."

Han Dongwen nodded resolutely: "I approve the Huijin choir to enter Simeng and arrest people together with the Simeng Third Division, but at the same time, they must also represent West Asia to cooperate with Haizhou and even Xuegang. It's better to find a reason to stop in Haizhou after finishing the business, can you?"

"Okay." Tilda nodded.

"Then there's no problem. I'll approve the papers tomorrow and officially allow the Huiji choir to enter Simeng, just to communicate with the National Law Department."

After Han Dongwen finished speaking, he stretched his arms as if he was stretching his waist: "If you don't know, let me tell you first, a person from the Huiji choir has sneaked into Simeng, but I don't think he is bad. Mind, shut it down for the time being, and wait for the paperwork to be approved tomorrow, this person should stay in Haizhou and wait for orders."

He was talking about Robert, of course, and the reason for judging whether he has bad intentions is also very simple-if Robert really wants to do something, he will never let the Haizhou Judiciary catch him, let alone make a move on Zhang Sihai's boat To save people, escape as soon as possible is the right way for a spy.

"There's already someone...?"

Tilda's face was a little ugly, and she was a little ashamed: "Han, I... I don't know about this, but I assure you that the people in the ashen choir will never intentionally cause any harm to Simeng of……"

"I know."

Han Dongwen interrupted Tilda: "If you want to apologize, you'd better check. Besides the man named Robert, is there anyone in the choir who acted without authorization? Si Meng will naturally step up the investigation. When the time comes, I certainly hope that the result you gave me and the result given to me by Simeng Sansi are correct."

"……must."

Tilda gritted her teeth lightly, and the conversation between the two came to an end. She withdrew from the space she created for the first time, and after a short fugue, her consciousness returned to a small room.

It was the room prepared for the Grand Duke in the Grand Duke's mansion. In front of her was a black office desk, on which half a cup of black tea was already very cold.

"Even I don't know about running away in the choir, he..."

Tilda gently raised her right hand—the icy withered arm made of ice crystals, and stroked the silver hair hanging from her forehead with some irritability.

After a long time, she sighed and turned off the light on the table.