Chapter 1598 Well, Foreign Language Teaching Is Good

There was a sudden silence in the secret room, and Michael and Roland fell into deep thought.

Mag also did not speak. He may know a little more than the two of them, but so far he is still not sure whether his judgment is correct.

"If it's the former, then the previous world was completely destroyed under the scourge of the old rulers. There was a very long fault in the world civilization, and it took a long time to develop into what it is now." Michael frowned and said: "But, can those guys really live so long?"

"If their strength is strong enough to destroy the world, I don't think it is incomprehensible to spend this long and long time in a certain way." McGonagall said calmly: "Moreover, the various races are important to them. Like leeks, one crop after another is cut."

"Uh...that's true." Michael opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"If there is a complete fault in inheritance, then who did it? If the ancestors of various races knew that there were terrible demons, shouldn't they warn and warn the younger generations?" Roland put forward his own doubt.

"The giant dragon tribe believes in the dragon god, the demon tribe believes in their own demon god, the orc tribe believes in the beast god, and the elf tribe believes in the god of life. Almost all races have their own gods, forming a strong belief.

Assuming that the strength of these gods is determined by faith, doomsday rulers become powerful by controlling various races to believe in themselves, and evil gods have very powerful means of deceiving people, and can easily corrupt and control those with defective hearts .

The best way to get the Nolan Continent free from the doomsday ruler is not to make everyone alert to it, but to completely forget it, thus severing the connection with him. Therefore, after the gods of various races sealed the doomsday ruler, they simultaneously erased all records related to it and the memory of everyone in the Nolan Continent. Mag frowned slightly and said, "These are all my inferences." "

"Most of the gods of various races only exist in legends. Although they can obtain some supernatural gifts, whether they are really gifts from the gods or not, even now I can't make a definite judgment." Michael shook his head and thought for a while He also said: "As for the power of faith, if the gods really exist, then maybe they really do exist. Otherwise, all races would not worship the gods."

"These two inferences, if it's the latter, at least there are gods guarding each race, but if it's the former, how we deal with the Doomsday Dominator who has begun to move around has become the most difficult thing." Roland frowned.

"No matter which one it is, the most important thing for us now is to immediately end the possible hegemony trend of various races, make the entire continent vigilant against the appearance of black mist, and try to find the doomsday ruler, kill him completely, or impose more It is a complicated and strong seal." Mag said solemnly.

Both Michael and Roland nodded, as McGonagall said, this is what they can do at present.

"This is the stone statue that Rex handed over to me. The stone statue I got at the site of the Eba tribe back then should be the evil god worshiped and worshiped by the Eba tribe at that time." Mag took out the stone statue from the stone box and placed it lightly on the table.

"Why did this disgustingly ugly thing become the belief totem of the Eba tribe?" Ang Michael glanced at the stone statue, feeling a little depressed in his heart, and quickly looked away.

"This is what makes it weird. If the tragedy of the Eba tribe spreads to the entire Nolan continent, it must be a human tragedy." Mag put away the stone statue, and its appearance made the secret room cold and treacherous.

"The Gray Temple will raise the investigation of the black mist and the doomsday ruler to the highest level of authority, and fully investigate and monitor it." Roland said solemnly.

Michael also said: "The City Lord's Mansion will try its best to establish contact with all ethnic groups, and communicate this matter with each ethnic group in a restrained manner. Before there is no definite evidence, it may be difficult to completely eliminate the signs of hegemony among the various ethnic groups."

"Okay, I will continue to pay attention to this matter, and if I think of anything, I will contact you in time." Mag nodded.

The three of them had a brief discussion about the black mist and the doomsman, but the information they have so far is too little to discuss anything substantive.

However, the three of them reached a consensus that convincing evidence must be produced before the peace talks between the various races, so that the various races can unite and jointly fight against possible common enemies.

"Boss Mai, I heard that you abducted the best brewer from the Falk Tribe?" Out of the secret room, Michael looked at Mag and smiled.

"It's not kidnapping, it's her willingness." Mag smiled and looked at Roland, "Speaking of which, she is still an informant of the Gray Temple, but with her ability, it is a waste to stay in the Falk tribe for the rest of her life, so I will tell Roland Temple I need someone for a long time.”

"Old Sim is the best informant of the Gray Temple in the Falk tribe. Boss Mai has caused us a lot of damage to the Gray Temple." Roland also showed a smile on his face.

McGonagall left, and Dix sent him back to the restaurant himself.

"An investigation by the property rights department?" Michael looked at Roland and lowered his voice a little.

"It's basically over. Judging from the results, you need to recruit a lot of people." Roland took out a piece of parchment from his arms and handed it over.

Michael unfolded the parchment and looked at it carefully for a while, his face became darker and darker, and he put it down after a while, and said angrily: "These guys are really greedy, they have a little power in their hands, and they really regard themselves as officials. I made the Property Rights Department look like this right under my nose!"

"These can be investigated. As for the hidden deeper transactions, if necessary, the Gray Temple can also dig them out." Roland was quite calm.

"Not only the property rights department, but also the Marquis family, they have really spent no less money and energy in operating these years. They all regard the City Lord's Mansion as their own, and they can issue any certificate they want!" Michael frowned.

"Because of Bennet's relationship in recent years, many properties of the Marquis family have also begun to drift between black and white. If they need to be rectified, they can be hurt at any time."

"Then let's investigate carefully, and don't let Bowen feel bad, he's afraid he has forgotten who he is." Michael said with a cold face: "The warehouse just happened to be a little empty recently, and the research and development of steam locomotives is a very expensive job. thing."

"Okay, I'll let them start the investigation of the Marquis family when I get back." Roland nodded slightly.

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"Minister, are you satisfied with the little beauties that were sent to your home last night?" In a luxurious box, Bowen looked at the middle-aged man who was surrounded by two beauties, and asked with a smile. road.

"Well, I'm good at teaching foreign languages." The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, his hands restlessly wandering around the two beauties in his arms.

The corner of Bowen's mouth was slightly raised, looking at the man, he continued: "The final ruling on Bennet's properties and properties..."

"I'll approve the paper for you tomorrow." The middle-aged man waved his hand, his eyes fell on Bowen, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Old rules, you seven, I three."