Genshin Impact, me and my great cause

The worst case scenario is to bring back what Candice told her about the airship. So many people have seen it, so the boss must be interested.

Chapter 85 All talk, no action and all action, no talk

Luxembourg was very interested in that seemingly useful airship.

But now he has more important things.

"You said you can make decisions on behalf of Mishal?"

"Yes, Dear Mr. Luxembabo, I come with sincerity."

In front of him is the messenger of the God King's Legacy, who is usually responsible for the 'business' of the God King's Legacy in the direction of Kavanyi, or in the entire rainforest direction, specifically the sale of stolen goods.

Of course Mishal trusts him. This is the finance minister and the minister.

It's a pity that Aru's little trick really worked. The golden Mora flowers still cost several times to purchase various supplies to go to the desert. The rainforest people did not stop him, but Aru stopped some of them on the way.

The money spent on this was enough for the two of them to become enemies.

Not knowing how much more would be consumed made the two of them quickly reach a consensus that the war must cease, even if they lose!

Luxembabo recognized the sincerity of the other party, and he understood it very well.

This is normal.

They are also beasts, but the Legacy of the God King is easier to deal with. They can no longer obtain sufficient and stable food in the sand sea. The most important thing is safety, so they have reached the stage where they are willing to walk into the cage.

This can also ensure to a certain extent that the rain forest, in terms of execution, will allow him, as the person in charge of public security in the Great Red Sand Sea, to have sufficient control over this sand sea force in the future.

With a decision made in his mind, Luxembabo held back, prolonging his tone, and asked tentatively: "In this case, I still have a question. I believe in your sincerity, but your troops..."

"They will become the heroes of the sand sea." The messenger said without thinking.

Luxembabo understands better, he is the hero of the sand sea, right?

Of course there are heroes in the sand sea, but without gods, how can heroes compare with the names of gods? They can only become playthings in the hands of people who pretend to be gods.

They can hold up a hero and tell the tribe that this is what everyone needs.

Of course heroes require dedication and sacrifice.

Only the dead are heroes, the living...

Luxembabo was expressionless: "I am very pleased that you have such enthusiasm for pursuing peace. I believe that everyone in the 30-member group will be very pleased and will probably agree to this proposal. By then, your subordinates will not have to work every day. If we have to fight with others, everyone can enjoy the preciousness of peace, which is good."

"But, you come here, tell me you want peace, and we'll give it."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

He didn't bother to listen to the other party's conditions and started to put pressure. This was the real negotiation stage.

"What good does this do to us? For the sake of peace, the 30-man group is ready for war. I, and we, are all duty-bound. Even if the brothers below are all illiterate, they can only rely on their lives in exchange for wealth. Rough men, they don’t understand the value of peace and need more realistic incentives. The 30-man group spent more than you think to mobilize them, much more. It is by no means just their belief in the Red King and their pursuit of peace. can motivate them."

"Imagine, for no reason, they are asked to fight for a rainforest that they have no sense of identity with the desert people, and they may even lose their lives. I'm afraid they won't do it. They might as well join others and cause trouble for the rainforest together. We are all desert people. In fact, we all think so. In order to reverse this idea, do you understand what we need to pay?"

The envoy nodded in embarrassment, but still defended: "But that will definitely lead to failure!"

"Yes, people should stand on the side of the winner, but standing on the side of the winner only means victory, which is not enough to make them pay more for it unless there is enough reason. We have given that reason and are ready to take it with us They won, and you came to me and told me that our efforts were in vain and that there was nothing needed to be done. You also want peace?"

Luxembabo slapped his thigh,

"You're insulting me!"

The messenger took a deep breath and understood that the most difficult persuasion was about to begin, but he didn't know the way of the Sheriff in front of him. Shouldn't he just calm down the matter?

Why... want to see a river of blood?

"I don't know...?" the messenger asked tentatively.

"Do you know how to be a good sheriff?" Luxembarber suddenly talked about a seemingly unrelated topic.

The messenger shook his head and listened attentively.

"A magistrate has to create a clever name, win over the gentry, and pay taxes and donations. Only after they pay can the people pay the money. After receiving the money, the gentry will repay the money in full. The people's money will be divided into [-] and [-]."

The messenger was stunned, it was so dirty, how could it be so dirty, you bastards who have no faith and only money, no wonder we pay more and more taxes!

But he suddenly realized one of the questions: "Why is it only [-]%?"

"Seventy percent belongs to others, and getting [-]% depends on the face of the Order."

Luxen Barber was so impressed by this sentence that he said it from the bottom of his heart. It was original and shocking at this moment.

The messenger remained silent, convinced.

"Peace is okay. When I make enough money, I plan to use the name of war to create a clever name, pay taxes and donations, and split it [-]/[-] afterwards. If you dare to stop, you are an insult to me!"

It makes more sense.

The messenger understood the logic and felt deeply helpless: "But... things must come to an end."

Lucenbabo smiled: "Do you really have any way to fight against the rain forest?"

This is really not.

Theoretically, the relics of the God King that have been unearthed from the Red King's ruins are very tightly guarded, and the stronghold is full of institutions. For ordinary people who want to break into it, they will definitely die.

Unless you have a four-element street runner, or a street runner who just overturned a skirmisher who succeeded in becoming a god, as a helper, then you are really unscrupulous.

Isn’t it true that there is no such thing as street gangsters at the moment? The stronghold of the God King’s Legacy is a fortress that will not fall, but this is limited to a stronghold. It cannot be moved or used flexibly. If you want to whip the sand sea, you have to rely on people themselves... So how to fight against it? In the Jiaolingyuan, they really have gods.

Even if we dig out more of the power left by the Red King, it won't be enough.

Shahai takes the lead in fighting such a rainforest?

"Just show it to the heroes you are planning to launch." Luxembabo waved his hand casually: "I will inform you when the war ends."

"Yes."

The messenger could only agree with difficulty, then gritted his teeth and reminded:

"Next, we will change directions and be prepared to fail at any time."

"Oh, where are you planning to attack? Aru?" Luxembabo's eyes sharpened. That won't work. Aru is too close. What if the legacy of the God King is cheating? He doesn't want to be surprised when he doesn't expect it.

Everything can only be limited to the sand sea, and even disturbing Kavanyi is a dereliction of duty on his part.

"No, no, no, it's not Aru, how can we attack Aru." The messenger quickly waved his hand, stretched out his hand and pointed on the map in front of the two people: "This is here."

"Thammed Oasis?" Luxembabo understood.

It was a remote corner of the Sand Sea. It had become a habitat for wanderers and outcasts. And because it was closer to the rainforest, it was easier to lose the best of the population. There were only a few large tribes, making it difficult to organize.

"You can attack when you advance, and you can defend when you retreat. But you guys have found a good place."

When Lucenbabo said this, the messenger certainly understood what he meant: "No, no, no, how could it be? Shahai has no ability to fight against the rain forest. It only needs to let the heroes bleed enough there to kill the people below. That was already a bit out of control."

The man in front of me is cautious and a bit greedy, but he knows his bottom line very well.

The envoy couldn't help but admire, look at these people, they are ruthless and greedy in the rain forest, their life is much more nourishing, but the sand sea is just vicious and vicious, how can they fight with others if they are poor and crush others to death.

At this point in the meeting, there was nothing to continue talking about. The messenger stood up and left, and was led by the servant through the private residence, through the garden, and to the front door.

Looking at these again, it dawned on me.

"You deserve to be rich!"

Everyone has summarized a set of theories based on reality.

……

……

There are no secrets in the sand sea.

The turn of the God King's Legacy, or preparation for a two-front battle, quickly spread to the distance with the wind and sand.

Aru, Du Ruo and Candice also welcomed the messengers from the Thamud Oasis tribe, whose purpose was clear at a glance.

Help!

Brother, they want to beat me, you have to help me!

I can’t say why I went there early, but to help...

Ah Ru can't stay out of it, right?

Thinking about this, Candice was invited by Du Ruo to see the mercenary activities of the 30-man group in the village. Candice, who was returning, couldn't help but asked: "You seem to be in a good mood?"

When Du Ruo heard this, he said in an old-fashioned way: "Where do you come from so much curiosity? I want to ask about everything, but don't ask about social things."

"Huh?" Candice blinked, not threatening Du Ruo, just staring at him.

"Don't look at me like that. Of course there are reasons for not telling you. They are all dirty things. There is no need to tell you. Do I have to tell you that before the time is determined, I am prepared to provide all help except help?"

Candice thought about it, that was indeed dirty.

Along the way, the two of them also observed the increasingly lively Aru.

The composition of Aru's current personnel is relatively complex. Putting aside the subsidiary force of Shenggui Village, it is just Aru itself. There are many desert people who have migrated, including bankrupt shepherds, farmers, and even preparatory members of the rogue treasure-stealing group. It is a mixed bag. .

Except for a small number of these outsiders, most of them are completely different from the local "good families" in Aru. They have often not been poisoned by books and knowledge, and they appear to be very barbaric. They cannot be said to eat, drink, whoring and gamble, which is also cheating and cheating.

It brought a lot of trouble, but fortunately the population was carried out in advance, so the management would not be a complete mess. In addition, most of the people who came were young and strong, so they had to try to see if they could assimilate.

A tribe in the sand sea is a semi-independent small society. If an outsider wants to join a new tribe, he must be assimilated.

Aru is relatively open-minded, and if he has the intention, he can naturally integrate into it.

if not...

Please turn into the rainforest next door.

Aru's escort team relies on the education of the guardians. Candice, in particular, sets an example by preaching the rules and instructing martial arts. She also allows them to participate in punishing the bad people as much as possible to serve as a warning to others and maintain order in Aru.

even so……

Humans are social animals, and there are very few people who can stick to their true intentions and survive the mire without being stained. In pursuit of this reality, they sacrifice their roots for the sake of the bottom. In view of this, Du Ruo's judgment mechanism for talents continues to slip, and he increasingly feels that the belief in the sand sea is really true. The only solution.

Only people with faith can maintain a certain bottom line in a place where there are no rules and can only rely on their own morality.

That’s why gods are so precious and necessary.

The two of them walked back and forth like this, preparing to meet the envoy. They were still old acquaintances. After all, we were all the same. Trustworthiness was often more valuable when there was a shortage of talents.

Rahman himself came to ask for help.

Before going to see him, Du Ruo shook his head, pretending to be singing Peking Opera, and hummed in a low voice with a local accent that no one in the world could understand:

"Meat eaters are despicable and fail to think far ahead..."

Not only did he become a king on his own, he didn't even know how to wait for someone to recruit him, so he just voted for him.

Du Ruo was not looking down upon Mishal for making this consideration, he was just accurately describing the current situation.

And, with a deep understanding of the preciousness of information, it is no wonder that Ning Guang, who has more information, can use it to become the most cunning profiteer, reaching the Seven Stars.

With this idea in mind, he met Rahman again.

This burly man with a beard sat in front of the 14-year-old Du Ruo, across a square table, his face full of sincerity.

"For the sake of the Red King, please help our brothers!"

The tall and well-behaved man faced Du Ruo, who was obviously smaller than him, as if he were facing some indescribably noble King of Red Sand, he was cautious and courteous.

Looking at his slightly reserved look, Du Ruo smiled.

"Friend, there's no need to be like this, we've already formed an alliance, haven't we? Help, definitely help!"

The sturdy man Rahman stepped back slightly and showed an honest smile to Du Ruo.

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

It can be seen that he is in a very urgent mood.

Du Ruo understood and picked up a peach from the rain forest on the lacquer plate in front of him.

After taking a bite, the sweet and sour juice soaked into my mouth.

"But I have a question, why didn't you come to me before something happened?"

Du Ruo said.

Why did you go early.