Falsifying history is good business

Before Lin You appeared, it was hard to say how many of the nobles present held the same mentality as the Church of Eternal Fire.

Judging from the behavior of the church warriors, they did not seem to think that Lin You was a god, but rather a powerful sorcerer - as powerful as the one in the legend who destroyed a city with an "Alzu Double Cross".

It was with this idea in mind that the scene of throwing the magic-blocking gold bomb occurred.

However, when the magic-blocking gold bomb lost its effect, the gang had to face reality. It was unknown whether the mysterious man in golden armor was a god, but the fact that he held the lives of everyone present and they were helpless against him was beyond doubt.

The miserable appearance of the church warriors was very close before their eyes. Those guys who took out their crossbows had been "burned" to death by the crossbow arrows they shot themselves. When the dragon exhaled, everyone realized that these flying giants in the sky were not illusions, but could really spit out dragon fire; anyone who was hit by it would be burned to charcoal in an instant, and even the iron armor on his body would be burned.

When a person can completely control your life and death, he is either a god or a god.

Lin You's shout of "Silence" silenced the nobles who had nowhere to go, leaving only the word "Silence" echoing in the dimensional space; no one wanted to stand out at this time.

So the writer called out the name directly: "Is His Majesty Vizimir II of the Kingdom of Redania here? Please come out and see him."

Although Lin You's words were polite, anyone could hear the contempt in his tone. Because of this, it was understandable that the gray-haired old king was hesitant and frightened when he stood up.

The golden crown, the red-bottomed white-edged gold-embroidered cloak, and most importantly, the robe embroidered with the silver-white eagle logo—only the "eagle" on his body wears the crown and holds the scepter in its claws, symbolizing the king's power. Only one person has the right to wear these royal clothes, and the close-fitting tailoring shows that this is not a temporary substitute—unless the person who came to the festival in the first place was a substitute.

"Your Excellency..." Vizimir II was in trouble as soon as he opened his mouth, because he didn't know Lin You's identity and name, so he didn't know how to address him correctly.

"Don't dwell on the details, Your Majesty; let's talk about the issues that we all care about. As everyone knows, the Kingdom of Redania is the biggest political supporter of the Cult of the Eternal Flame; in other words, what they did today, you also have a part in it, right?"

The old king held his breath and explained carefully: "In fact, the church is more in response to the voice of the people, and it cannot be said that it has the support of the country; in fact... rather than supporting the church, it is better to say that as a king, I must follow the will of the people."

Lin You sneered at the king's sophistry: "Well said, Your Majesty; you 'must' follow the will of the people, so you 'must' use the name of God to claim the merits of God? Your lies even arbitrarily fabricate my identity. What did that old fat man say I was, a messenger who came to the world with the sacred fire? How dare he think of asking me to run errands and deliver letters for a religious liar?"

"No, of course not... Please forgive our offense, sir. In our eyes, you are the incarnation of the sacred fire, the savior who brings light and hope to the world. Please accept our respect." The giant dragons hovering above his head severely stimulated Vizimir II's mental acuity, and at the same time easily crushed his pride and dignity.

“Heh…it turns out that the so-called gods are also at the mercy of human beings. Whether I am just a messenger or a law-abiding one is entirely up to you.” Lin You’s fake smile perfectly fits the image of an evil god in the minds of humans who is moody and arbitrary.

Among the trembling crowd, no one noticed that the writer's only exposed eyes suddenly lost sight for a moment; however, this brief absence of consciousness was easily covered up by the writer.

Vizimir II, who was closest, had already lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything more.

"Since you say that I am the savior and the incarnation of the sacred fire, does it mean that I am the true God worshipped by the Church of Eternal Fire? Do you recognize the decree I issued?" Lin You teased the princes and nobles present.

All those who could appear here were devout believers of the Eternal Fire. Not to mention that the nobles of Redania had the king as their leader, even the kings of countries like Temeria and Aedirn did not come, but many nobles did.

If they met a suspicious king, those who participated in Redania's activities as individuals would be suspected of having connections with foreign forces. The only people who could explain why they were willing to participate in the festival under suspicion were spies or devout believers.

Since they were devout believers, when the archbishop and the church warriors fell, it was naturally their turn to bear Lin You's mental abuse. The archbishop could not answer, and everyone present focused their attention again, "forcing" Vizimir II to be the first to speak out.

You are the only king here. With great power comes great responsibility, Your Majesty!

"I don't know about your decree...what do you want to announce?" the old king asked stiffly.

"I want to tell the world that there is no such thing as a 'sacred flame'; flames can bring light, but they cannot eliminate evil, nor bring hope. Flames are just a tool in the hands of humans, without any special features or sacredness." Lin You kept pressing the old king, "How about it, are you willing to convey this decree to the world?"

Vizimir II was dumbfounded; if this decree really spread, wouldn't it be tantamount to digging up the roots of the faith in the Eternal Fire? Those radical believers would definitely overthrow the Kingdom of Redania.

"Silence will be seen as disrespect, delay will be seen as confrontation; I have warned you, Your Majesty. Tell me, what is your answer?" Lin You's voice was unhurried, like the hissing sound of a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"This is not fair!" Before Vizimir II could answer, a hoarse voice came from behind him; a young man in noble clothes rushed out despite the old king's obstruction, and questioned Lin You loudly with the unique vigor of a young man.

Among the hands that stopped the boy, two belonged to the bald fat man who had taken care of the sorceress. Unfortunately, the incident happened suddenly, and the hands were unable to stop the boy's recklessness.

"This is unfair. The mastermind is the Cult of the Eternal Flame, not us. Redania only supports them, but cannot control them. If you want to hold someone accountable, you should ask..."

The young man's words came to an abrupt end, because as he was trying to shirk responsibility, a giant dragon swooped down from the sky and with a breath of dragon fire, it reunited Archbishop Cyrus and his most loyal guards.

"I admit that what you said makes sense, kid; so I decided to follow your advice." Lin You raised his hand and clenched it, and the boy's body seemed to be pulled up by a rope; the next moment his neck fell into Lin You's palm.

"Look, Bishop Cyrus has paid the price for his mistake with his life. Now, isn't it your turn to be held accountable?"

The young man wore a golden crown that symbolized the royal family, which was only slightly smaller than the crown worn by Vizimir II. However, the symbol of nobility could not help him escape from Lin You's hands. He could not even open his mouth to speak, and he felt suffocated in the iron-like palms.

"As far as I know, someone warned you not to covet the power and authority of the gods, but you didn't take it seriously. Now, you are trying to explain your laws and the unspoken rules of the game among the nobles to me, but you don't know how ridiculous these things are in my eyes. Because of your reckless behavior, your father will face a more difficult choice."

Having said this, Lin You paused and looked at Vizimir II.

"Since Your Majesty is embarrassed about issuing the decree, let's change to a multiple-choice question. Now, you must make a choice. Do you want to save the life of this young man or the lives of all the Redanian nobles present?" The voice of the writer was like a cold wind blowing from the underworld. "Start choosing now, Your Majesty!"

To prove that he was not joking, Lin You waved gently towards the crowd before he finished speaking.

Vizimir II only heard a series of short, painful screams from behind him; he turned around and saw that all the Redanian nobles standing behind him were strangled by the throat by an invisible force and lifted into the air, including the bald fat man who was half the size of an ordinary man.

"Your Excellency." The old king's face turned pale instantly.

"Don't shout, don't shout! This boy is your son, right? Those nobles didn't have to get involved, but your son's recklessness has given you this bigger problem; but now that things have come to this, you can only hurry up and make a choice, Your Majesty. If you delay too long, they will suffocate to death, and it will be too late to make a choice by then." Lin You kindly reminded, "Think carefully, is your son more important, or are those nobles, courtiers, and generals more important?" (End of this chapter)