"We already know that the Primus Cult is the group of people who collected the remains of the ancient gods, and they have at least the part of the remains you sent back.
If you don't have the heart of glory, you won't be able to compete with them when you go back. Even if you have more troops, it will be difficult. "
Schliemann wiped his face and sighed.
"If you don't go back, it won't be long before the entire continent of Valance will be under the control of the Primus Cult. By then, you won't even be able to go back."
There were no negative emotions such as frustration and annoyance on Apton's face, but a calm look on his face.
He looked up at Ampton and said, "What do you have in mind?"
"Me? What's the point of me, a stinky sailor..."
"In the history of your world, was there never a time when divine power tried to overwhelm royal power?"
"Yes, but the divine power in our world doesn't have such ghosts as the remains of ancient gods!"
"How about leaving aside the condition of the ancient god's remains? How do you establish your royal power?"
Schliemann took a deep breath and frowned on one eyebrow, as if he had seen some unpleasant memory.
"As long as the royal power abandons civilization and returns to barbarism, the divine power is no match for it."
"you mean……"
"Send troops directly into the temple and massacre the entire church."
Ampton leaned back in his chair, crossed his shoulders, and laughed dryly.
"But the people need faith. If you kill the church, you are killing their god."
"Then just give them another god, a god who obeys your wishes..."
After Schliemann finished speaking, he shrugged: "It's useless for us to say this here, there is no way to remove the remains from the temple in the royal city.
To do this kind of thing, they have to kill them all with their hands. If they can't kill them cleanly, they will have to deal with it sooner or later.
Moreover, you don’t intend to end up..."
"I don't plan to leave the field, but there are already people on the field. Our goal is to prevent the Primus Church from controlling Valance. Among the people who leave the field, there are people who have the same goal as us."
Schliemann narrowed his eyes. He had already guessed Apton's true intention.
"You are so... cunning."
"No, it's just a matter of judging the situation. I don't want the stench of Archbishop Premus to be on the throne I want to regain in the future."
Schliemann had to admit that Apton's attention was good, but he couldn't tell the truth. If he told the truth, it would mean that he would also enter the game.
"Then there is still a way to suppress the Primus Cult."
Ampton continued.
"Hey, Ampton, let me ask you something...
Do you have to get the entire island of Valans at once? "
This question immediately clicked through to Hampton. He suddenly understood and pointed at Schliemann.
"Yes... a divided Valance would be more beneficial to me! Hurry! Paper and pen at my service!"
"wipe!"
Schliemann cursed and went to take out the paper with a smile.
This solution is the best option that Apton can choose at the moment, and it is also Schliemann's best option.
Schliemann could continue his journey to find the Book of Timothy, and the chaos of Valance would make it easier for Ampton to regain the throne in the future.
In the breeze, the two decided the fate of the Kingdom of Valance while laughing.
When watching the big bird named White Dragon leave, Schliemann was filled with emotion.
There are many things in this world that he cannot understand. He has become accustomed to not understanding them, but to this day, there are still endless magical gadgets that he has never seen or even heard of.
He even believed that it was these strange and convenient magical things that hindered the development of the world, not those ethereal gods.
"In this way, Lyn XI is no longer the only king of Valance."
Schliemann thought for a while and said, "The plan must be implemented smoothly."
"Haha... our Cervisi family, even if we are not on the throne, still have many followers."
"This matter requires someone who is decisive, has soldiers, and has influence... If there really is such a person, he will be willing to fight for a piece of territory for you in the chaos?"
"Yes, at least he can."
Valance Continent Island, Maple Leaf Town.
Looking at the frightened look on the messenger's face, Marius knew that the letter would not be good news.
Sure enough, Archbishop Mordisi sneered after reading the letter.
"This is... His Majesty the King's opinion?"
The messenger lowered his head and remained silent.
"Forget it, there's no point in embarrassing you, you can leave."
The messenger looked up, looking timid.
"My Lord Bishop, your reply is..."
"Ignore it is my reply, go to hell my boy."
Mordisi waved his hand and spoke calmly, as if forgiving a small mistake made by a young child.
After the messenger left, Marius walked up to the archbishop and asked: "My lord brother, what has happened?"
"Haha... Lin En XI took advantage of me to leave the Royal City, dismissed the Royal City Church, and circled a piece of land next to Pigeon Blood Town, allowing us to go there to serve our God."
"This is expulsion... No! This is a declaration of war against the divine religion!"
"Well, his demand is very simple. He wants me, the archbishop, to step down, otherwise there will be more actions against the church."
"This is simply unreasonable. Has Linn XI forgotten who helped him get the throne two hundred years ago?"
"Hey! Their family could stab Hyperion thousands of years ago, and they could stab the Cervisi family two hundred years ago, so why can't they stab us?
They are this virtuous, and the blood of betrayal has long been soaked in their marrow. "
"Aren't you going to fight back?"
“Right now, we have to focus on finding the remains of our Father, and let the stupid people handle those things.
Ah, how are you? Has the strength that Father God has given you calmed down? "
Marius leaned forward slightly and said, "Brother, I have just recovered."
"Do you still remember the heading at that time?"
"Remember, we should be able to make it in time when we start now."
"Go ahead."
The sleepy Schliemann was awakened by the noise on the deck. He opened the door with sleepy eyes and saw Mersin and Gada rolling together.
Gada, who was a head taller than Mersin, had absolutely no advantage in this close fight. He was grabbed by Mersin's legs and held by his neck, unable to break away no matter what.
Neck twisting!
Seeing the skills in this jujitsu, Schliemann felt as if he had returned to his own world, but the words Mersin yelled made him realize that this was still the absurd world with the sun shining above.
"I discovered it first! I discovered it ten minutes ago, and you insist on saying that it was a piece of booger stuck to the telescope!"
Gada's face was almost turning purple. Schliemann rushed forward, but he couldn't pull him away even after pulling for a long time. Mersin's upper body strength was astonishingly strong.
