Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 364: The Writer and the God of Trickery
Massachusetts, America.

At the end of 1891, Lin You set foot in this federal state which has a strong presence in American history.

The "Mayflower" loaded with Puritans docked here; the "Boston Tea Party" that triggered the American Revolutionary War took place here; the first shot of the Revolutionary War was fired here; in addition, there is the infamous "Salem Witch Cases" and the misty Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Lin You's destination this time was Mount Greylock, where Ilvermorny School was located; to be more precise, he came for the special snake tree on the top of the mountain.

Before he crossed the time restricted area, the latest "unknown" event news came from Ilvermorny. Barty Crouch Jr. attacked and destroyed the snakewood growing outside the school, and took the wand used by Slytherin from the roots of the snakewood.

The wand used by one of the four founders of Hogwarts was buried by the founder of Ilvermorny and has been an important asset of Ilvermorny School for hundreds of years. It also has the blood inheritance of Voldemort himself and Slytherin.

As soon as this incident happened, it unsurprisingly set off an uproar in the wizarding world. There was no doubt that a new "unknown" incident had occurred in an explosive way.

Lin You, who had activated the Disillusionment Spell, stood silently beside the snake tree. The fern leaves blocked the winter sun and also blocked the figure of the writer. It can be seen that the wizards of Ilvermorny valued this snake tree of special significance very much, and set up many protective magic inside and outside to protect it from the severe winter cold.

"It tastes sweet and mild, is neutral in nature, and has the functions of clearing away heat and dispersing blood stasis, astringing and stopping bleeding, detoxifying and reducing swelling. Stem: It is mainly used to treat febrile epidemic diseases, abdominal pain caused by blood stasis, blood stasis, stagnation, blood and qi distension and pain, pain in tendons and bones, injuries from falls, tuberculosis, blood in stool, metrorrhagia, and pinworms. Young heart leaves: It is mainly used to treat breast abscesses, carbuncles, furuncles, and snakes with heads growing on the feet."

Lin You silently recited the medicinal value of snake wood recorded in the medical books, and pondered in his heart; in the background setting of the Harry Potter series, the snake wood leaves grown from the caduceus do have excellent medicinal effects; when Ms. Rowling wrote this paragraph, could it be that she really read the medical books?
Although his mind was in a mess, Earl Goff's hands were not at all confused; since he couldn't find the gloomy wood wand, he used the more powerful snake-wrapped staff as a substitute. After all, Asclepius was the ancient Greek god of medicine, and the snake-wrapped staff in his hand became a symbol of medical institutions in later generations; it was appropriate to use it to deal with the snake wood at this moment.

The invisible magic power was amplified thousands of times by the scepter, seeping into the soil bit by bit; relying on the power of the true God to suppress it, the protective magic cast on the snake wood by the teachers and students of Ilvermorny was either bypassed or dispersed, and was completely ineffective.

The magic power penetrated deep into the ground, penetrated the roots of the snakewood, and gathered on Slytherin's wand like a hundred rivers flowing into the water.

After doing all this, Lin You walked around the snake tree twice, making sure that nothing was missed and no traces were left, and then nodded with satisfaction; then he looked at the empty snow field beside him and asked: "What do you think, did my countermeasures leave any loopholes for the conspirators to exploit?"

The snow was silent. After a long while, an inexplicable sigh came: "Are you asking me? Am I not the conspirator who might take advantage of the loophole?"

The voice was deep and resolute, shaking the snow on the surrounding trees to fall. A tall and burly figure appeared where the voice came from; He was estimated to be two meters and thirty to forty centimeters tall, with animal skin draped from his shoulders to his waist, lined with leather armor, long hair, and a broadsword on his waist.

The most striking thing is that only his left arm is intact, and his right arm is completely missing below the elbow.

"God of War Tyr?" Lin You's surprise was real. "I didn't expect it would be you."

"Why can't it be me?" Tyr asked bluntly.

"Because you don't look like someone who is suitable for doing this kind of thing." Lin You said frankly, "I can imagine that the Norse gods might try to use courtesy first and then force, and send someone to talk to me; but a god who has to sacrifice an arm to deceive a wolf is really not suitable to be in charge of 'diplomatic' affairs."

"Because I am not cunning or sharp enough, and I don't know how to take shortcuts, shirk responsibilities, or even go back on my word? Or would you rather choose Loki as the person to talk to?" Tyr asked back.

The writer suddenly felt speechless.

After a long period of intrigue and having seen too many conspirators with ulterior motives, when they suddenly see a god who keeps his word, they feel that he is an outlier.

In the Norse pantheon, the god of war Tyr was responsible for some contracts and promises. He deceived Fenrir, but when he paid the price and made compensation, he kept his word and never cheated.

How should I put it? It feels like "let's talk it out and do things according to the contract."

In terms of identity, letting Tyr act as the "courtesy" in "first courtesy, then force" also reflects the complex and contradictory mentality of the Norse pantheon.

On the one hand, they are willing to become enemies of the gods in order to change the predetermined fate of "Twilight of the Gods", but on the other hand, they hope to find a relatively peaceful solution.

Standing opposite Tyr, Lin You was not happy about the improvement of his status in the eyes of the gods; although the fact that the Norse pantheon found him indirectly proved that they recognized the special role of the writer.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Lin You said in a serious tone, "I'll remind you of two things in advance: First, Patrick Morgan has already contacted me. He has sold you out completely and is planning to use you as bargaining chips to cooperate with me. Second, perhaps you are not well-informed while staying in the time restricted area. You don't know that the gods have seen through the Norse pantheon's plan, and Odin and the other pantheons have almost completely fallen out."

Tyr shook his head, not taking the news seriously. "These are the worst outcomes, but we have anticipated them. No matter what happens, it will not affect our conversation today."

"From your tone, it seems that we are going to talk about a very serious topic."

"It's very important and crucial," Tyr said. "Personally, I have always wondered why you - and the other gods behind you - want to stop us? Isn't creating the 'unknown' good for the world and for everyone? Why do you always have to obstruct us and force us to do a good thing in such a sneaky way?"

Lin You responded: "Because disordered 'unknown' is dangerous. No one knows what chaotic results the chaotic 'unknown' will bring. We can't turn a good thing into a bad thing."

"Who do you think this reason can convince?" Tyr was dismissive of this answer. "No matter how chaotic the Harry Potter story is, can it be out of the control of the gods? I can crush the Hogwarts Castle with just one finger - any real god can do that."

"So you are not satisfied with this answer?" Lin You asked with a sneer.

Tyr waved his remaining arm and shouted, "Of course, it's obvious."

"Then I'll change my answer: The reason why the gods obstructed you is because you wanted to turn this 'good thing' into a 'good thing' that belongs exclusively to the Norse pantheon. When the gods were all looking forward to and waiting for the benefits brought by the 'unknown', you, the Norse pantheon, suddenly rushed to the front, intending to swallow the biggest benefit in one gulp, without sharing any with others."

Lin You made a louder and more confident voice than Tyr;

"All matters surrounding the 'unknown' have become a battlefield for the gods to fight for power; and your plan to have the whole thing to yourself has made the Norse pantheon the common enemy of all the gods. Therefore, they will do their utmost to sabotage your plans, and I am here with this mission! Are you satisfied with this answer?" The Nordic God of War kept silent for a long time with a gloomy face, even though the writer's saliva almost sprayed on his face; it seemed that he was also intimidated by the other party's stern attitude.

After a long silence, Tyr spoke slowly. His heavy voice showed how difficult it was for the God of War, who had not changed his expression even when he put his arm into the wolf's mouth. "We did this for a reason."

"Of course I know you have your reasons. If the motive wasn't so obvious, it would have taken a lot of effort for Patrick Morgan to betray you!" There was a hint of sarcasm in Lin You's sneer.

"We have helped you, Odin has helped you, Writer." Tyr suddenly changed the subject; this is how honest people speak, and they are so straightforward when asking for favors, completely unaware that this attitude is likely to lead to a complete rift between the two parties.

But what Tyr said was true. The Norse gods had helped Lin You, and more than once.

The first time was when the world of God of War was dealing with a mess, and Odin personally took action to maintain the stability of the small world. If Odin himself was also involved in protecting the interests of the Norse gods at that time, and his help to the writer was only indirect; then when the gods mediated the dispute between Olympus and the Pantheon, his help to Lin You was real and genuine.

That assembly of gods was a key opportunity for the author to improve his own status.

"Odin did help me, but that's not how you ask for favors." Lin You still had a cold face. "If you had asked me to seek the help of the will of the big world and rewrite the ending of Ragnarok with a quill pen, I would have been happy to help you - even if it was not easy. But now, after you do what you want, you want to use favors to force me to admit the fait accompli, or even help you to be the enemy of the gods? That favor is not worth the price!"

Count Goff has always been cautious and has his own account in mind. He will not be easily kidnapped by favors. Although Odin's favor is great, whether it is maintaining the "God of War" small world or providing support at the Gods Conference, it is done on a reasonable basis; in this case, when Lin You returns the favor, it is natural to do so on a reasonable basis.

You can't say that if you cover for me and cheer for me, I should help you kill people and set fire to things?
That's not how human relationships work.

"We don't need you to be an enemy of the gods, but I need to get a message from you." Tyr remained calm and indifferent to Lin You's questioning.

"what news?"

"The will of the great world." Tyr looked into the eyes of the writer, his gaze firm and focused. "We have tried to communicate with the will of the great world more than once, but have not received an effective response. Regardless of whether the messengers we sent were god warriors, branch gods, or even true gods, every time we tried, we received the same answer - He refused to let us communicate."

Lin You frowned slightly: "You mean, the will of the great world doesn't want to cooperate with you?"

"No, to be exact, we doubt whether the will of the great world has developed the consciousness of 'external communication'." Tyr's eyes were extremely focused, and it could even be said that he was deliberately observing the writer. "His stereotyped responses are like... how should I put it, very mechanical."

"I didn't encounter this situation when I communicated with the will of the great world. Although He rejected my proposal for cooperation, He at least gave a reason for the rejection." Lin You was puzzled. "Interestingly, the reason He rejected was precisely you. He discovered the differences of opinion between the Norse pantheon and the gods, so He asked us to reach a consensus before discussing cooperation with Him."

“Then why has He never responded to us positively?”

"how could I know?"

"Is it possible that the will of the greater world has other plans?" Tyr asked.

"How should I know?" Lin You spread his hands helplessly again.

"But you are the only one who has had normal communication with Him so far." Tyr insisted.

Lin You was angry. He didn't like this kind of relentless questioning; the other party's attitude seemed to believe that the writer should serve the gods unconditionally.

“Maybe He is willing to communicate with me simply because I am a human being; am I communicating with Him as a human being, not as some high and mighty, self-righteous God?”

Tyr's face froze, as he heard the sarcasm in the writer's words.

The atmosphere at the scene became stiff, as if all the enthusiasm had been frozen by the cold winter wave.

After a while, Tyr, who was asking for help after all, softened his stance: "We need your help to communicate with the will of the world - even if it's only once, at least once."

"What's the difference between helping you establish a connection with the will of the greater world and helping you seize the initiative in 'unknown' events?" Lin You sneered and refused; as he said, Odin's favor was not worth the price.

"Then at least... help us find the reason why the will of the great world refuses to communicate with the outside world." Tyr lowered his bottom line again. "This is our last request. As long as we find the reason, it will be fine. As for whether we can solve the problem and establish contact with the will of the great world, we are responsible for it ourselves."

Lin You's eyes fell on Tyr's face; this time it was the writer who looked at and observed the other person.

"You are not Tyr." Unexpectedly, Lin You did not directly respond to the other party's request, but said something inexplicable.

The other person looked confused: "What?"

"You are not Tyr." Lin You reiterated, and his tone was more determined and serious than before. "It's hard to imagine that a war god whose wrists can be bitten off by wild beasts would actually beat around the bush and try to get information from me. With your style, shouldn't you ask for favors and put forward conditions as soon as you meet? Why do you have so many negotiation tricks?"

In the writer's eyes, Tyr was stunned for a moment, and then quickly smiled; it was a sly smile that was completely inconsistent with his rough face, and was full of cunning and conspiracy.

In the blink of an eye, the face in the writer's eyes changed.

(End of this chapter)