There was sudden silence in the secret room, and Michael and Roland fell into deep thought.
Mag also didn't 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 by the scourge of the old rulers. There was a very long gap in world civilization, and it took a long time to develop into what it is now." Michael frowned: "But, can those guys really live such a long time?"
"If their strength is strong enough to destroy the world and spend these long and long years in some way, I don't think it is difficult to understand." Mag said calmly: "Furthermore, for them, all races are Like leeks, they are cut one after another."
"Uh...that's true." Michael opened his mouth, but was speechless.
"If there is a complete break in the inheritance, then who did this? If the ancestors of various races know that there are terrible demons, shouldn't they warn and warn the younger generations?" Roland put forward his own question. doubt.
"The dragon tribe believes in the dragon god, the demon tribe believes in their own demon gods, the orc tribe believes in the beast god, and the elves believe in the god of life. Almost all races have their own gods, forming strong beliefs.
Assuming that the strength of these gods is determined by belief, the doomsday rulers become powerful by controlling various races to believe in themselves, and the evil gods have very powerful means to confuse people's hearts and can easily corrupt and control those with defective minds. .
The best way to get rid of the Doomsday Dominator in Nolan Continent is not to alert everyone to it, but to completely forget it and cut off the connection with him. Therefore, the gods of various races may have erased all records related to it and everyone's memory in Nolan Continent after sealing the Doomsday Ruler. Mag frowned slightly and said, "These are all my inferences." "
"Most of the gods of various races only exist in legends. Although they can receive some supernatural gifts, whether they are really gifts from the gods, even now I cannot make a definite judgment." Michael shook his head and thought for a moment. He added: "As for the power of faith, if gods really exist, then maybe they do exist, otherwise there would not be a phenomenon of worshiping gods among all races."
"Both of these two inferences, if it is the latter, at least each race is still protected by gods, but if it is the former, how should we deal with the doomsday ruler who has begun to make moves has become the most difficult thing." Roland frowned.
"No matter which one it is, the most important thing for us at the moment is to immediately end the possible hegemony trend among various races, make the entire continent alert to the emergence of the black mist, and try to find the doomsday ruler, kill him completely, or impose more force A complicated and strong seal." Mag said solemnly.
Michael and Roland both nodded. As Mag said, this is what they can do at the moment.
"This is the stone statue that Rex handed over to me. The stone statue that was obtained at the site of the Elba tribe should be the evil god worshiped by the Elba tribe at that time." Mag took out the stone statue from the stone box and placed it gently on the table.
"Why did this thing that is so ugly and disgusting become the totem of faith of the Elba tribe?" Michael Ang glanced at the stone statue and felt a trace of depression rising in his heart, and quickly looked away.
"This is what makes it weird. If the tragedy of the Elba tribe spreads to the entire Norland continent, it will definitely be a human tragedy." Mag put away the stone statue, and its appearance made the secret room become cold and strange.
"The Gray Temple will raise the investigation of the Black Mist and the Dominator of Doom 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 with them in a restrained manner. Before there is 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. 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 Doomsday Dominator, but the information currently available was too little to discuss anything substantive.
However, the three people still reached a consensus that they must provide convincing evidence before the peace talks between various ethnic groups, so that all ethnic groups can unite together to fight against possible common enemies.
"Boss Mai, I heard that you kidnapped the best winemaker from the Fake tribe?" After leaving the secret room, Michael looked at Mag and smiled.
"It's not that she was abducted, she volunteered." Mag smiled and looked at Roland, "Speaking of which, she is still an informant of the Gray Temple, but with her ability, it would be a waste to stay in the Fake Tribe all her life, so I asked Roland to I want someone."
"Old Sim is Gray Temple's best informant in the Fake tribe. Boss Mai has caused us Gray Temple a lot of losses." Roland also had a smile on his face.
Mag said goodbye, and Dix personally took him back to the restaurant.
"Investigation by the Property Rights Department?" Michael looked at Roland and lowered his voice a bit.
"It's basically over. Judging from the results, you need to recruit a lot of people again." 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. After a while, he put it down and said angrily: "These guys are really greedy and have a little power in their hands. They really think of themselves as officials. The property rights department was reduced to this under my nose!"
"These can be investigated. As for the deeper hidden transactions, if necessary, the Gray Temple can dig them all out." Roland acted quite calmly.
"Not only the Property Rights Department, but also the Marquis family, they have really spent a lot of money and energy on operations in recent years. They all regard the City Lord's Mansion as their own, and they can issue whatever certificate they want!" Michael frowned.
"In recent years, due to Bennet's relationship, many of the Marquis family's properties have begun to drift between black and white. If they need to be rectified, they can be disrupted at any time."
"Then let's investigate carefully. If I don't let Bowen take some pain, I'm afraid he will forget who he is." Michael said with a cold face: "The warehouse has been a little empty recently. Research and development of steam locomotives is very expensive. thing."
"Okay, I'll ask them to start an investigation into the Marquis family when we get back." Roland nodded slightly.
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"Minister, are you satisfied with the little beauties sent to your home last night?" In a luxurious box, Bowen looked at the middle-aged man opposite who was trapped between the two beauties and asked with a smile. road.
"Yes, the foreign language teaching is good." The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, his hands restlessly moving around the two beauties in his arms.
Bowen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at the man and continued: "The final ruling on Bennet's properties and industries..."
"I will give you the approval tomorrow." The middle-aged man waved his hand, and his eyes fell on Bowen. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Old rule, you are seven, I am three."
