People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 697 is broken, she picked up the real script

Qi Yan scratched his head: "It sounds powerful, but you know I'm not a god..."

"Isn't it important that you are and aren't?" interrupted the Doctor.

Qi Yan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Did you react?"

The doctor's tone became a little strange: "The God I am talking about is not those giant beasts, but a fictional God who was born in people's hearts and is truly flawless.

What does that god named Qi Yan have to do with you?

People do not worship your words, but their own inner desires. "

"Tsk, isn't this still a cow?" Qi Yan's mouth twitched.

According to the doctor's description, the little girl named Beulah is indeed amazing.

If no interference is made, it is almost certain that the real management power of the nursing home will fall into Beulah's hands in the future.

Once the situation is established, even if Qi Yan himself stands in front of those people, he will be viewed with hostility if he fails to perfectly play the role of the god in their hearts.

By then, Qi Yan would have no other way to stop Beulah except to use "It's about time" on the nursing home.

"You're not angry?" the Doctor asked curiously.

"Why should I be angry?" Qi Yan asked back.

"It's okay, not as stupid as Mandela."

The doctor teased, which successfully earned him a roar from the kitten behind him.

He looked back at Mandela, who was being held firmly by the 'spy' and the poet on both sides, then withdrew his gaze and continued:

"Beulah is a smart person. She knows her position and strengths very well. Whether it's the management system or mental control, she keeps it within the limits of working for you.

So after observing her, Patriot and I did not stop her. The nursing home is indeed lacking a representative who can stand on the stage. "

"None of this really matters." Qi Yan added with a smile, "I never care about these things. I only care about two things."

"what?"

“The money for the nursing home belongs to me, and the people in the nursing home can have a stable life.”

"You have leadership qualities."

The doctor's tone became relaxed again.

If Qi Yan really interferes with Beulah out of possessiveness, he, the doctor, will be the one who suffers in the end.

After all, Qi Yan couldn't just manage the nursing home honestly, and he couldn't just let an organization like the nursing home, which was built with great difficulty to provide protection for ordinary people in the war, be destroyed.

Qi Yan exhaled lightly and looked up at the cloudy sky over Victoria.

His mood was actually quite subtle.

A god that is worshipped as shit, and people may gather together every morning to sing praises of some non-existent great achievements and good virtues.

But these situations are not too surprising to Qi Yan.

Religion is a common and effective way to manage an organization wherever it exists, and it is extremely low-cost.

Thinking of this, Qi Yan suddenly became curious:

"What image do I have in that little girl's teachings?"

The doctor was startled and recalled:

"An ancient demon king crawled out of the grave of history, using the battlefield as a test field and all living beings as materials to extract the most perfect source stone to prove his immortal status as a god.

By then, you will reign over Terra and lead your troops to create true unity for this land. Any resistance will surrender before your divine power, and the members of the nursing home will be the most loyal followers of your hegemony, and you will grant them a life where they can sleep peacefully. "

Qi Yan's expression gradually became strange.

The doctor noticed the change in his expression and jokingly said:

"Is it true that what people say is right?"

"Don't tell me, don't tell me." Qi Yan laughed twice, "I really suspect that this little girl named Beulah has picked up the script."

PhD:?

No way, Aqi, are you serious?!

Qi Yan raised his hand and pushed aside the doctor's head that was staring at him, and explained:

"Although this script is somewhat different from the actual situation, the general direction is correct, but... the protagonist is wrong."

The doctor's breathing paused, and then he heard Qi Yan's answer.

"The demon king who crawled out of the grave was not me, but someone else." Qi Yan crossed his arms, "You have also heard of this person, the one who knocked on the door, the king who usurped the throne, Quesatusta.

Of course, you may be more familiar with his current identity... the most popular person around our regent, the pardoner."

……

……

"Mr. Pardoner, you actually came here in person."

Manfred looked at the three people in the makeshift tent, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The appearance of the Shapeshifter and the Bloodlord was planned. They could be said to be the most idle Sarkaz on the battlefield of Londinium, but the Absolver always looked busy on weekdays, although Manfred was not sure what he was busy with.

The Absolver gently stroked his staff, and spoke calmly under the golden mask:

“After all, we may have to face Qi Yan. Even with me, it’s still not enough. We can only try our best to make things go smoothly.

Of course, I also have my own considerations. My family who are living outside are waiting for me to take her home. "

Manfred nodded, not feeling the slightest bit relieved by the joining of the Pardoner. There was even a hint of greater worry in his eyes.

He had no right to give orders to the three people in front of him. If the Shapeshifter was casual and the Blood Demon Lord was proud, then the Absolver was uncomfortable.

Of the three, the one Manfred least wanted to have contact with was the Pardoner.

But now is obviously not the time to think about this.

Manfred looked at the shapeshifter first: "Sir, I think we all need an explanation from you."

"Is that an order?" the Shapeshifter asked.

"I don't have this idea. I just want to understand your attitude so that there will be no internal disagreements in the next action."

Manfred's attitude did not cause any emotional fluctuations in the shapeshifter.

He casually threw a pen at the Blood Demon Lord and said calmly:

"We cooperated with Rhodes Island to disguise ourselves as you, and the reason why His Highness brought us to the airship is very simple.

We also want to see something different, such as a hint of anger and helplessness on His Highness's gentle face."

Manfred: "..."

Blood Demon Lord: “…”

The Pardoner's hand, which was fiddling with the scepter, paused slightly.

The shapeshifter stood up and walked to the Blood Lord, bent down to pick up the fallen pen and returned to his original seat.

Then he threw the pen away again.

The Blood Demon Lord could no longer bear it, so he grabbed the pen and crushed it into pieces.

The shapeshifter finally smiled, and the green fluid at his fingertips squirmed, turning into a new pen and throwing it over.

Blood Demon Lord: “…………”

“This is for our reasons, but there is another reason.” The Shapeshifter continued to explain, “The Sarkaz need you, General Manfred.

The troops that will besiege the airship next are no small feat. The Scavenger King is not here. Do you want us to command the Sarkaz troops?

Blood Demon may be able to do it, but even if the troops he leads win, they can’t return to Londinium.”

A Sarkaz who was ignored by the shapeshifter shook his head slightly, but ultimately chose not to speak.

Manfred pursed his lips and took the initiative to talk to the pardoner:

"Sir, most of the current team are directly under your command. What is your suggestion?"

The Pardoner supported himself on the ground with his staff, stood up and walked out of the tent.

"I said, I have my own considerations. The Sarkaz outside will be left to General Manfred."