Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"His Majesty the Pope has agreed to your meeting."

A dull sound came from under the tin can. Antonio looked at the Skitarii who pushed open the door, and followed him to the front of the Pope.

And this 100-year-old man was sitting on the desk, writing a draft for him with great interest.

In response to the old pope's answer, Antonio sat down and tasted the tea brought to him by the Skitarii. The fingers of the iron can became as flexible as those of normal people.

If given the chance, Antonio would also like to open the can of the Skitarii to see what it looks like inside. What kind of exquisite rune structure can make this heavy armor as flexible as a human being, or even far beyond the flexibility of a human being.

The tea tastes bitter, but the aftertaste is slightly sweet.

"Antonio, what do you think of this plan?"

They can choose an unexplored land, or they can choose a city they like. The Holy City is willing to provide them as pioneers with enough food, spellcasting materials, and various supplementary resources during this period - and even send out Skitarii protected them.

certainly.

Antonio knew what this meant, an exile to a bitter cold land.

This kind of pioneering is tantamount to exile.

When going to other cities, the population of other cities has long been saturated and cannot accommodate so many priests and citizens. Even if they go to other cities, outsiders like them may not be able to win the battle against local interest groups.

As the capital of the Illuminati Cult, the Holy City of Teran is extremely open-minded. The stable political structure and the protective army of the Skitarii provide them with a stable environment. Seed lower-level city-states...

Most city-states are just simple and unable to develop themselves. There are very few who seek progress and breakthroughs like the Holy City of Telan.

Antonio has visited some more city-states. Classification is extremely serious, hereditary phenomena are everywhere, and monopolized industries are linked to local areas. It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, 놇silent, rotten and smelly. For those city lords, Antonio only hoped that they could be a little more humane.

Unexplored land, how could there be so much unexplored land in this world? After all the excellent lands were used up, all that was left to them were various worlds full of dangers. Some fragmented worlds might have appeared hundreds of years ago. , only in their generation, there are no new fragmented worlds within the explorable range.

In fact, the best solution left for them is to rebuild a city.

Start from scratch.

And the old pope's eyes undoubtedly revealed this meaning.

If you want to continue to advance your ideas, then leave this city and no one will stop them.

The pope will also push for proposals to provide them with resources.

If you don't have the courage to build a city from scratch, don't stand here.

Just turn around and leave.

The Pope had no intention of making any compromises with them from the beginning.

This is a matter that does not require any discussion. The old pope did not even convene any meeting of the Privy Council to discuss it. If it was convened, they would at least know some rumors.

But, it's too slow.

It takes at least twenty years to build a city, and the time required to manage a city is several times that amount, starting from the initial industry, step by step.

놇After everything is settled, how much time do they have to advance what they want to study...

How many more twenty years are there in life?

"Your Majesty...Really, the Holy City cannot...even a little bit..."

Antonio's voice was intermittent, and each word was spoken after a moment of thought in his mind. It was more like a prayer.

If he were an ordinary person, he might grit his teeth, and exile would not be an unacceptable outcome for him.

At most, like his relatives, his soul cannot return to his hometown until death.

But Antonio shouldered the hopes of too many Adventists. He had to be responsible for them and those who longed for change, so he became calm and learned to think and compromise.

"Antonio, my child, I have watched you grow. You swore an oath to the goddess of light in front of me, as if it was just yesterday... time passed so fast..."

Your father was once our best historian.

"This city is too old to withstand any changes." The pope said softly, as if to himself in an inaudible voice: "Here is the holy city first, and then the city...the holy city. How can the city change..."

"Antonio, how long do you think Tran has been around?"

The old pope raised a seemingly common sense question to the leader of the Adventists.

Antonio was stunned, his mind stagnant for a while, and then he responded.

"The Code of Precepts says that it was ten thousand years ago, but the most recent history books record the time as three thousand years ago, but according to geological surveys, it may be fifteen thousand years ago..."

The Pope looked away from Antonio's face, with a complicated expression, and focused on the Holy Crown stored in a glass cabinet.

"Antonio, you are really talented. This city has existed for tens of thousands of years, and it has gone through more than many...incubation seasons."

Even stones can be ground into sand, allowing mountains to return to green fields and then return to barrenness. Civilizations rise and fall over the course of thousands of years.

The holy city of Tran stands tall.

Where there are commandments, there is a holy city.

But the commandments are limited to the Holy City. I don't know when these commandments spread outward and verified with the teachings of other religions. A magnificent giant network locked the path of all civilizations.

They chose to stop moving forward.

This is not right. The commandments applicable to the Holy City are not applicable to conventional civilizations.

That's another story.

"I haven't said anything to you today. This is all I can tell you, Antonio."

The old pope sat on his chair, closed his eyes, and fell into a long thought.

Antonio walked out in a daze.

In front of him, in addition to the draft handed to Antonio, there was another piece of paper under it.

"If you have decided, come and find me."

Life will always find a way out.

The list of all outsiders who have visited the Holy City only had Ji Lin's name crossed out.

If he doesn't cross it out, Alicia will come and cross it out.

That child actually has no friends.

A ship riding the wind can always go faster and farther.

Perhaps there will be many people with ill intentions, those patriarchs and bishops, those who are not loyal to the commandments. They are greedy and collude, which constitute the rotten side of the Church of Light, but the seeds of hope must always be sown.

The Pope controls the Guardians, and these people dare not show any objections in front of the Pope.

Those who have objections are in the ground.

The Church of Light cannot be like this, and cannot let these talented children guard this holy city like themselves for hundreds of years. The holy city is their homeland, but it should not be their destination.

They should also spread their wings to a higher world.

The old pope swears rarely from the heart according to the commandments and codes. The long life of trivial matters has smoothed his edges and corners and diluted his faith in God.

"May your light protect us."

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