Ride and Cut

"In your eyes, is magic just a tool for killing and destruction?" Du Pont asked.

　　 "If you think about it, this kind of statement seems a bit narrow." Lord Lord put his chin on for a moment, "In fact, magic can be useful in many ways."

　　 After all, he has seen an example, Gaoshan Fort cultivated Naxi narcissus, but it was not because of the effect of soil fertility that it succeeded.

　　 Bedrick gave Richard a thumbs up without a trace.

　　 "That's right." When it comes to ideas, this chubby and kind magician sits in danger for the first time, and his expression finally becomes serious.

He put down his teacup, watched Richard and asked in a deep voice: "If magic is only used for killing and destruction, it is more than narrow, it is simply a distortion of the essence of the elements. I always firmly believe: the existence of magic and the elements, and the most A smart mind should make our world a better place, not a worse one."

"Magic could have benefited more people-bring coolness in summer, send warmth to winter, let drought disappear, and make flood subside." Du Peng's face was so painful that it was indescribable. "But the reality is that magicians are persistent. To use more and more sophisticated spells to create more and more blood and death."

　　 "It's a great idea." Richard was in awe.

　　 A philosopher once said that only the starry sky above his head and the morality in his chest can shock people's hearts. He saw the latter in this fat old man, it was pity and sympathy for the weak.

　　 Although he himself asked himself that he would not be able to reach such a state in his next life, it does not prevent the lord from paying respect to this.

"We magicians should not be executioners with blood on their hands. Common people should not fear more than respect when talking about magicians." Du Peng shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Every magician should be ashamed of this status quo. , Maybe I can’t change the world, but I can at least change myself.”

　　 "From the day I became an apprentice of magic, I swear that I will never learn any killing spells, and I will never use the elemental mysteries I have to harm any life."

　　 Richard shook his head, unable to agree after all.

　　 If one extreme is wrong, it does not mean that the other opposite extreme is right.

　　 In his opinion, the mainstream of completely treating magic as a tool of destruction must be biased, but Du Pont’s attempt to completely abandon the idea of ​​lethality also has the problem of being too idealistic.

"As far as I know, there is an ancient school of magic called the Physiocratic School, which seems to have a similar idea to yours." Lord Lord smiled slightly, "but there is no idea of ​​defense by force. It is paler than papyrus, and finally ended up. All members die or flee. In this world, you have to live to make sense."

　　Master Dupont is also a wonderful person, he smiled and raised his teacup, "Maybe, but I try to become a magister, just to have a little willful right in front of the world."

　　 "Master, why are you talking about this all of a sudden." Seeing that the two men were facing a bit of a tit-for-tat posture, Bedrick hurriedly jumped in between.

"Since I saw him stuffing the kid with gold coins, I have believed that there must be a soft place in Richard's heart, so that he can be sympathetic to the pain of others." The fat old man smiled, "And I feel that these things how much he can do Listening to it, it's not a waste of words."

　　 "Me? Kind?" Richard laughed, infinitely frivolous.

　　 "Is it difficult for you to accept that there is a kindness in your heart?" Master Du Peng laughed blankly.

　　 "He may be afraid that his opponents will die." Bedrick seized the opportunity to harm others.

　　 Master Dupont clapped his palms, and the kettle flew over to fill them with tea, "Okay, let's not talk about this. What did you want to ask just now, members of the mission, right?"

　　 "Yes." Lord Lord nodded.

　　 The topic was deceived by the old man, and almost forgot what he was doing.

"There are many members of the envoy, but most of them are marginal roles that are not important. Even if I say you must be too lazy to remember." Master Dupont put the teacup and the tray on his belly. "You just have to remember these few. The key person is just fine-the chief envoy is tentatively appointed by Prince Schmidt, who is a very mature and respectful person."

　　 "The second special envoy was served by Paul, the Archbishop of Pompeii of the Church of Illumination."

　　 "It seems that we are very sincere here." Richard couldn't help but sigh.

　　 Although the Bright Church has officially settled in Pompeii, it hasn’t had time to warm up. After all, it still has something to do with the royal family.

　　 In this case, the official decision still has the regional bishop as the second envoy, which in itself represents an attitude.

"Yes, your Majesty is really sincere." Master Dupont nodded, "There is also an important person, because it is said that the Majesty Stuart will attend in person, so we also decided to send a royal representative here. People are..."

　　 The fat old man stretched out a finger, pointed it at the tip of the nose of one of the guests, and said loudly: "His Royal Highness Prince Bedrick!"

　　The latter was drinking tea happily~www.readwn.com~ Hearing this sentence was obviously unexpected, and suddenly he couldn't hold back and began to spray fiercely.

　　 Fortunately, the fat old man had already prepared. He took out his magic wand and the flying Mercury disappeared instantly.

　　 "Why don't I know?" Bedrick asked hurriedly, ignoring the mess.

　　 "Nonsense." Master Du Peng smiled helplessly, "This decision was just made by Your Majesty this morning. The court guards have found you and haven't seen anyone in the morning. How could you know."

　　 He didn't care how Bederick beat his chest, turned his head and said to Richard: "Young man, you must be mentally prepared. This mediation may be complicated beyond imagination, and it can be seen as a hard fight."

　　 "Why do you say that?" Lord Lord frowned.

　　 This mediation is quite important to him, because the resulting war or peace will directly affect Alpine Fort.

　　 Listening to this, it is obviously not too optimistic.

"Because there will be four parties involved in this negotiation." The fat old man broke his fingers one by one, "Stuart, Pompeii, San Jose, and the Holy Light Church, each has a different mind, and it is already very complicated. "

　　 "Plus, Pompeii is a descendant of the rebel Nero, and Stuart and San Jose both claim to be the orthodox descendants of the ancient human empire, and traditionally have not dealt with each other."

　　 "Do you have any suggestions?" Lord Lord asked.

"Play as actively as possible." Master Dupont touched his double chin. "Although Prince Schmidt is very mature and prudent, it is almost impossible to make any mistakes. But if the situation is not good, it is best not to rely on him to move. return."