Humanity's wine is still not strong enough, even if the wine at this banquet is of high quality. Snorri also drank a lot of rum with the captains and merchants attending the meeting before reaching a state of half-drunkness.
After returning to the inn under the protection of the guards, Snorri had no sleepiness because he slept until the afternoon today. Just as he was opening his locker and preparing to pass the time in the traditional way of spending time by dwarf nobles - counting gold coins, the door was suddenly pushed open.
"Master Snorri, there is a man who calls himself Erudite Puckelt and wants to see you. We asked him why he came and he refused to tell. Do you want to see him?" asked the Eternal Hammer guard on duty.
"Please, why not?" Snorri nodded, he was bored.
"Greetings to you, Prince Snorri Thorson of the Eternal Peak, your famous name can be heard outside the mountains! You have made another big step forward in finding the artifact and regaining the mountain fortress!"
The person who came was a man wearing a black cloak and holding a cane in his hand. He took off his hood and leaned over and bowed slightly. The scholar looked quite old. He had a bald head and many wrinkles on his pale face.
"Hey, welcome, Erudite! May I ask what you have learned from your late night visit?" Snorri was a little surprised by this human being's full understanding of him, but he felt that it was normal to be nicknamed Erudite.
"I'm here to clarify your doubts, Prince!" Pukeert smiled, pulled out his chair and sat across from Snorri, who poured him a cup of coffee.
"But before I talk about the topic on your mind, I have news worth a thousand dollars to tell you!"
"It turns out he's an information dealer!" Snorri thought to himself, that's right, he doesn't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything.
"The sons of the mountains are not short of wealth. If your news is really worth the money, a thousand gold coins is not a problem!" Snorri has always been generous with the news fees. This can at least save him a fortune. pension.
"At about this time yesterday, Cunningham, the eldest son of the Duke of Bordeaux, died! The Duke himself only had two sons with the right to inherit!" Puckart didn't sell it, and his words were shocking!
"This!" Snorri almost spit out his coffee. Snorri had just arrived in Bordeaux City, and he briefly understood it when discussing the plan. With the speed of an albatross specially trained as a messenger, it would take three days faster to fly from there.
Although he didn't know how the human in front of him did it, this timely news was indeed worth a lot of money to him. Viscount Menethil, another effective heir to the Duke of Bordero, has also died in the battle. Even if his heirs survive, it will be difficult for him to be Constantine's opponent.
"How did he...?" Snorri asked impatiently. This was also his attempt to judge the authenticity of the news.
"This is related to what you are thinking about. Sir Cunningham died under Mannann's divine punishment! The angry waves swallowed him and his ship." Puckett continued to die without surprising.
"Walaya, sir? Mannann would actually punish his followers directly?" Snorri was stunned for a moment.
"There are many Mannann believers among the Bordeaux people, but not including the Duke of Bordeaux himself and Sir Cunningham. The Duke is more tactful in dealing with the relationship with the gods, but Sir Cunningham is a lot worse. This also caused great trouble for him!"
"What should I say? Did he shout "Let the storm come more violently?" "" Snorri joked.
"It's worse than this, prince. The young man was doing some inappropriate things on the boat with the saint who served him, and while doing it, he was showing his loyalty to the lake god!"
Pukelt also smiled. The Duke of Bordero family, Mannann, was paying attention. There were not many gods who could save him from doing such a chore in the realm of the sea and sea gods.
"I suddenly understand!" Snorri thought about it based on what happened on the battlefield that night. Maybe the Lake God Witch didn't come specifically for the Red Duke, nor did she come for Fatis. She probably came for Kang. Here comes Standing!
Just as Snorri was thinking about the possible battle between gods in the void, the erudite spoke slowly again.
"The gods of the old world can be roughly divided into two categories, the old gods and the new gods. The gods who were born before Sigmar are the incarnations of nature, originating from the fear of nature by intelligent races. And worship!”
Snorri nodded, he understood this, the white wolf god Yurik, the nature god Tal, and the sea god Mannann were all included in this list.
"After Sigma, many heroic and powerful humans were worshiped by believers and obtained godhood. They are called new gods. Their power varies according to the number of believers, but they are often not as good as the former."
Snorri knew that Myrmedia, the goddess of war, and Ranold, the god of wealth, whom he had heard a little about before, were among them.
"Think about a beast. If you feed it enough, it will not eat you. It may even give you the prey it can't eat, the teeth it has fallen off, etc. But if you don't feed it enough, it will eat you. You are for food.”
The Loremaster used a metaphor, and Snorri knew what he meant. Sacrifice to the old gods of nature was like feeding to wild beasts.
"But the new gods are different. They were born in society and have the characteristics of society. If you are good to them, they will be rewarded. If you don't obey them, it will just be irrelevant to them! Lake God, nature This is also the case, but you know, for some reason, even though it was only born a thousand years ago, its power is no worse than any of the old gods!"
"On one side, he threatens with a big stick, and at the same time he is a little moody; on the other side, he uses sweet dates to lure him. Who in the right mind likes to be threatened!" Snorri finally understood.
For workers, they live directly under the authority of the old gods and have no choice. As for the rulers who collect taxes from them, they are definitely willing to lean towards the latter.
In addition to regular supernatural powers, the grace of the Lake God also includes extended life span, which is even more attractive to those in power.
Snorri's confusion about the belief in the Principality of Bordero and even the entire Kingdom of Knights was suddenly resolved. The successive dukes of Bordero became more and more aligned with the Lake God. This result finally angered Mannann.
This powerful, mercurial god decided to take direct action to get Bordero to change his leadership to one more favorable to him. The Lady of the Lake could not directly confront Poseidon in the sea, so she turned soft and sent her own spokesperson in the mortal world to shake Constantine's faith.
"But, you know, the help of these new gods is never free. Although sometimes they are willing to pay grace in advance, they will take away more in the future." The scholar did not finish his words, "I do know that there is a god , the power is as deep as the ocean, and it never asks for anything from believers!”
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