You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 107 The Tolerant Gentleman in Black

Listening to York's narration, the pleasure that Iger had gained from understanding the etiquette was gone.

With such insects in "Talek", how can the city's atmosphere improve?
According to the deepest thoughts in Igo's heart, a weakling like Clapham should not enjoy the status and preferential treatment he currently enjoys.

Not to mention supporting his son-in-law, and even giving him the ability to collude with external forces to sell Mystical Moon Grass.

After all, although they have contributed, in the end they are just weaklings.

Giving the weak influence far beyond their own strength through power is not only as funny as letting a child hold a giant sword, but it is not necessarily a good thing for the weak itself.

Later, Iger consulted the real upper echelons of the "Talek" including Mary, Boyce, Osval and Pastor Donahue of the Balance Church, and his own ideas were shaken.

In the end, he made a balance and believed that it would do more good than harm to elevate these people who had failed to become believers but who had made contributions when the church was not prosperous to high positions.

As it turns out, his decision was correct.

While "Taleq" is developing rapidly, society as a whole has also maintained stability.

So, what is the price?

Ige looked at York, who was kneeling on the ground and did not dare to get up after explaining everything.

As well as the "auction guests" around him who also followed him and put their heads on the ground with an extremely submissive attitude.

Behind them, there were a group of people who had fainted and still hadn't woken up.

It feels a little ridiculous, but also reasonable.

Whether you can tell from the expensive clothes of these people at a glance, or from the big businessmen that Iger recognized, here are rich people who have no worries about food and clothing.

However, they still wanted to get involved in the business of Mystic Moon Grass.

Obviously, everyone's reason and conscience have been blinded by interests.

It seems that under the stimulation of the ever-increasing price of Mystic Moon Grass, some people will always take risks.

Thinking of this, Ige smiled coldly.

Speaking of which, the current profit from the Moon Grass trading is unprecedentedly huge, and he is still the driving force behind it.

After all, when the Church of Father Earth ruled the "Talek", although Mystic Moon Grass was not something that could be put on the table, it was not within the control of the Guards.

At that time, the poisonous insects that were caught were never arrested for smoking moonweed.

Most of them were caught by the guards because they couldn't get enough money to buy the Mystic Moon Grass, or they were so confused that they attacked others indiscriminately.

So at that time, the price of Mystic Moon Grass was relatively stable, basically around 8-10 copper per gram.

But now "Talek" is under the rule of the Black Ceremony.

According to the "Taleq Resident Regulations", smoking moonweed is a felony, and selling it is punishable by death.

After receiving Iger's order, Guard Captain Boyce took a stern stance against drug addicts and drug dealers in the city.

He even patrolled the two entrances to the city regularly, trying to cut off the external input of Mystic Moon Grass as much as possible.

As a result, the mood of the entire city was quickly clarified.

Iger also specially commended Boyce for this.

However, as a result, the price of Mystic Moon Grass is rising steadily due to the scarcity of supply.

Although the demand in the city has been suppressed to some extent, there will always be some fish that slip through the net.

In addition, many business travelers who come and go regard Mystic Moon Grass as a tool to relieve fatigue and refresh themselves. After entering the city, they can't find a place to buy it, and they are willing to increase the price and take shady ways.

So there are always hidden deals.

Iger was not unaware of this.

But he originally thought that such a "black market" would gradually disappear as the Guards raided it one after another.

All he needs to do is wait patiently.

Little did they know, someone had already found a way to circumvent the supervision of the guards and held an "auction" in a grand manner.

It was a slap in the face.

The participants here are obviously not just outside drug dealers.

Without the local people of "Taleq" and the people with a certain status in "Taleq" as internal agents, there is no chance for those drug dealers to get things to this point.

The Clapham son-in-law he caught tonight is a good example.

Perhaps Clapham himself has a relatively clear understanding of his contribution.

But those around him may not.

Having been praised for so long, I really thought that my whole family deserved extremely high preferential treatment.

Then he became very hot and ignored the rules.

Their presumptuousness left Iger with a minor problem——

What to do with York?
Normally, of course, one would have to wait until everyone, especially Clapham himself, is interrogated before making a decision.

But Iger had a vague feeling that Clapham was not involved in this case.

He had personally inspected Clapham, and of course he had some impressions of him, knowing that he was an honest man.

At first, he couldn't win over old Drake, who had a good relationship with him, so he joined the temple's construction team.

Although material conditions can change people, Clapham is nearly seventy years old, which is considered an absolute longevity among civilians.

It is hard to imagine that his desire for wealth would be so strong that he would be involved in something like the sale of Mystic Moon Grass.

At the same time, it seems a bit difficult to ask such an old man to supervise his son-in-law who is in his prime.

Even if Clapham were to be punished, it would probably only be a symbolic punishment.

So in the end, the question still comes back to the handling of York.

In other words, whether to kill or not to kill.

As for killing, Ige himself knew that it had nothing to do with Clapham, but he couldn't stop someone from thinking in the direction of "suppressing non-believers".

After all, even if Iger publicly declares that all penalties are only against York, no matter how you think about it, Jingyu Tannery cannot be immune, and Clapham, as the director of the factory, will inevitably lose power.

Clapham, who has always been set up as a benchmark and contributed to the founding of the Black Ritual, has been stripped of his power. Will so many civilian non-believers in "Talek" also lose confidence in their future development? confidence?
Will the current vibrant scene in the city come to an end?
But if he doesn't kill, it will set a very bad precedent.

So far, all the drug dealers caught have lost their heads.

And if only Clapham's son-in-law had kept his head, even at the cost of life in prison.

Will it also make more people who also have a certain degree of power in the "Taleq" become lucky or even unscrupulous?
And will civilians also think that this city is a rotten place like other places?

While Ige was weighing the situation in his mind, a series of footsteps sounded outside the factory.

Ige looked at the gate, a little surprised.

I thought it was the reinforcements scattered by drug dealers at Jingyu Tannery, but unexpectedly it was my own bodyguards who arrived.

I saw guards wearing light tan leather armor filing in from outside the factory.

The leather armor on their bodies was more or less stained with blood, and it seemed that they had fought with the sentry thugs outside the factory.

Ige nodded. Not one of the eight people was missing, and he was quite satisfied.

It was not that he was satisfied that there were no casualties among his personal guards.

What he was really happy about was that his vision was still good and he didn't let any trash into the Guards.

These eight personal guards are all of the Fine Bronze level, and they have also mastered [Elegant Skull Crusher]. If someone can't even deal with those thugs outside the factory who are not as strong as the Fine Bronze level, then Iger would have to thank the thugs for their help. He removed impurities from the SS.

As for the numerical disadvantage of the personal guards, that is completely beyond the scope of Iger's consideration.

You can't even beat one against eight, but you still have the nerve to be an elite member of the "Black Ritual"?

Standing at the front of the bodyguard was Lambert, Iger's messenger.

This tall, short-haired man led the team and stood in front of Ige. He was unaware of the sticky blood on the ground and saluted:
"Sir Ige, according to the plan before the battle, we began to close the net after confirming that there was any abnormal movement outside the Jingyu Leather Factory."

"The streets outside the factory area and every corner within the factory area have been searched." "So far, we have eliminated a total of 21 enemies."

"Two people were captured."

"One of them was unconscious on the ground, and the other surrendered directly before the battle."

Hearing this, Ige nodded and said, "Where are those two people?"

"Both of them were knocked unconscious and tied up by us, and now they are thrown outside the door."

"I was afraid that the man who was unconscious would wake up, so I gave him another blow on the head."

As he said that, Lambert smiled sheepishly.

Eagle didn't care about the two captured thugs.

Their identities limit the information they can provide.

But the actions of the guards were a bit too casual.

Therefore, Eagle's expression remained unchanged and he said to Lambert unhurriedly:

"So, you just threw the prisoner outside the door."

"You want Eric to watch the prisoner for you so that you can show your face in front of me?"

There was no fluctuation in Ige's voice, but it made all the eight personal guards' hairs stand on end.

Denials of "no" and "no" immediately sounded out.

Looking at the guards who were sweating coldly, Iger waved his hand and did not delve into the issue further:

"Go and arrest everyone in this factory."

"Send to the north of the city prison together with the three prisoners at the door."

The guards headed by Lambert were relieved when they heard the order, and immediately walked towards the drug dealers who were kneeling or lying down.

It is not difficult to guess the thoughts of the guards.

After all, they have been boringly repeating drills and standing guard in the past few years.

Whatever happened in the city was handled directly by the guards.

There was no occasion for the personal guards to show their strength.

Now I have finally carried out this secret mission and have a chance to perform.

Naturally, they all want to show their faces in front of Ige.

So Ige didn't intend to criticize them harshly.

The process of capturing the drug dealer went smoothly.

Perhaps because they were not directly killed by Iger, many people felt that they still had a chance to survive, so they cooperated very well with the actions of the guards.

The operation ended with the guards and Eric taking the prisoners to the prison in the north of the city.

Eagle returned to his home in Leyton Street - now there is no 14 Leyton Street, or more precisely, all the houses from 2 to 18 have been demolished and eventually become an extremely spacious, with A three-story mansion with a courtyard.

Ige did not disturb Ma Li who was already asleep. Instead, he asked the housekeeper to prepare water and took a bath. Then he quickly put on a clean black robe and went to the prayer room at the deepest part of the mansion.

There is always nothing here, which only highlights the red rectangle on the white wall.

Next comes the last of three daily prayers.

Eagle knelt down towards the rectangle on the wall with a solemn expression.

He praised the supremacy of the great god with his mouth.

As his eyes opened and closed, his vision was slowly occupied by a scarlet light that came from nowhere.

It wasn't until he couldn't see clearly where he was, and could only perceive a rectangle in front of him that seemed to be made of flowing blood, that Ige suddenly reacted.

This is a revelation from God!
His heart was filled with joy, and the pressure brought to him by all mundane affairs seemed to disappear in an instant.

This is the great god of etiquette!

He is the master and destroyer of delusion for Ig and all members of the Black Rite Church.

Just like the personal guards only need to follow Igor's instructions and do not need to and should not ask for the reason.

Yig only needs to follow the decree of the gods.

Moreover, the orders he gave to his personal guards may be wrong, after all, he is only a mortal.

But the oracle given to him by the great god of ceremony was destined to be perfect.

The god he believes in is so omniscient and omnipotent!

Ige stared at the only rectangle in his field of vision with excitement.

Let the life-like blood on the rectangle melt to the ground, and then slowly flow into his body.

Transforming his body and soul.

He felt the warm currents of divine will wash over his soul.

Lead him to the "gentleman's road".

As the integration continues to deepen, Eagle's own cognition is naturally rewritten and shaped.

He did not lose consciousness.

On the contrary, his brain was spinning crazily——

What exactly is a "gentleman"?
He began to think about the question that suddenly popped into his head.

think.

think.
Sudden.

A flash of inspiration flashed.

It was like lightning piercing the dark night sky.

Yes!

He got it!

Letting the enemy die in the fastest and most beautiful manner is certainly polite, but it is only a small step on the "gentleman's road".

It can be called "benevolence and righteousness".

And if you want to move forward, benevolence and righteousness alone are not enough.

Must be "tolerant".

Because the power of benevolence and righteousness has its limits!

If you think about it carefully, Iger never notified his enemies in advance to let them know that their heads would be blown off.

What if someone else needs to decorate their head?
What if someone else wants to clean their nasal cavity in advance?
Eagle had a realization.

This is probably why the enemies I encounter are often unwilling to take the initiative to send their heads over to me to blow them up.

Isn't it a little unkind to let them rush to their death without giving them some time to prepare?
No wonder!
No wonder! !

His thoughts gradually condensed, and Ige's vision returned to normal.

He stared at the red rectangle on the white wall and kowtowed again.

My heart is filled with gratitude to God.

"Benevolence and righteousness" plus "tolerance".

He is now an elegant gentleman in black!

He knew what to do with York.

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