The lord's castle is very small. On this empty island with a population of only more than 3,000 people, it is already a huge building.
Schliemann and his friends, who had returned from a tour of the island, were accepting Punan's kindness here.
The suspension bridge of the lord's castle had long been broken, the moat was completely out of water, and the weeds on the river bed were already as high as the two banks.
A group of people gathered at the door. They stood on tiptoe, their heads filled with the not-so-wide city gate, and looked at the long table in the courtyard.
They don't covet the food on the table, nor do they want to drink the wine in the bottle. What they want to see is Dilibero, the twin god.
In the middle of the long table, Schliemann, a curly-haired man, held his head with his fists, looking depressed.
He was not used to the feeling of being in the spotlight, especially since his crew members had not yet shown off, which made him very embarrassed.
"Your Majesty, are these ordinary things not to your liking?"
Faced with Poonen's question, Schliemann glanced at Ampton, who was the only one who could stand up to such an occasion. After discovering that the guy was also feasting, he sighed helplessly.
"No, that's not the case..."
Schliemann exhaled, thought for a while, and asked: "You worship me, but why is there no temple on the island?"
"Do you need a temple? I'll find someone to build it right away."
"Ah, that's not what I meant. I'm just curious. You are all my believers, but you don't have a temple... Where do you usually go to pray?"
"We pray every day. We have statues of you in every house."
"Statue? Do you have one here?"
"Of course."
"Bring it to me and see."
After a while, Punan ran back holding a statue. The statue was not big, just a little bigger than his fist.
Schliemann almost laughed out loud when he looked at the round and even cute statue. Although the curly hair was sculpted very abstractly, it did match his appearance.
"It is said that you have two faces and two souls... We like your wise side, ah, it's not that we hate your other side, it just means that we like this image of you better."
"Then the people in Dongdao like my other image?"
"It should be so. A few years ago we captured a flying ship from the East Island. The statue of the Twin Gods on it had short hair, staring eyes and a heroic face. It should be another image of you."
Schliemann nodded and returned the Q version of the statue to Punan.
“I will stay here for a month, and then I will leave a messenger, and my clone will also leave a messenger on the East Island to do the same thing to them.
He will not interfere with your rule over the West Island. My only purpose of keeping him here is to prevent your war from starting again.
If you have this idea, he will notice it and tell me that I will send down divine punishment when the time comes. "
Poonan listened attentively and kept nodding, like a child being reprimanded.
"Did you hear that? The war is over!"
"Oh, the people from Dongdao won't attack us again, right?"
"Didn't you hear? The twin gods will also leave clones on the East Island."
"The days of fear are over!?"
"it's over!"
Schliemann looked toward the city gate, where a group of men, women, and children were kneeling.
Ampton poked him under the table to indicate what he should say at this time.
Schliemann was holding a glass of wine. He was very nervous, but in the eyes of everyone, he was extremely serious and powerful.
The atmosphere was so intense that even Selu couldn't help but throw the bottle containing the special solution behind Schliemann.
The halo looked very eye-catching in the sunlight, and even the crew members chose to retreat for fear of disturbing Schliemann's sanctity.
Schliemann raised his glass and held back his words for a long time.
"The deceased has passed away, and those who are alive should live well!"
There is nothing more frightening than a fanatical believer. Schliemann's words were like sparks igniting a dry stick. After igniting the dry stick, it soared up in the crackling flames.
People shouted Diliboli's name and squeezed in from the city gate. Some of them had tears in their eyes, and some murmured piously.
The group of people were a little panicked when they saw the people running in, especially Ampton.
"Hey, let's go, let's go!"
"ah?"
"If you don't want to be stripped naked, leave quickly!"
Schliemann turned around and left, entering the castle in a few steps. Ampton also followed in and quickly closed the door.
The people were like a tide. They walked around the table and rushed to the castle, telling their plain wishes. Behind them, a scream came.
"I got the cup used by the Twin Gods!"
The crowd began to rush back with a roar, looking for anything the twin gods had touched.
Chairs, plates, knives, even the big table.
Schliemann, who had just arrived at the second-floor terrace, looked at the chaotic crowd below with a panicked expression.
"No...what's going on?"
"Don't show up again. If you show up again, they will never leave."
People had run out of things to grab and focused their attention on the entourage of the Twin Gods, starting with Walter's sword.
With a look of panic on his face, Walter pressed the hilt of the sword violently to prevent it from being pulled away, and ran away, using his superb agility to jump up and catch it on the edge of the second floor.
Then there was Vivian, she was touched again and again, and by the time he held Walter's legs and was pulled up to the second floor, he had already lost the long dagger.
Selu was better. When the crowd was rushing toward her, she raised her hands to block them. Her rumors of a witch had an effect. Those black hands made people afraid to approach.
Gada was miserable. The saber, scabbard, boatswain's hat, jacket, shoes, and even the bandages on his arms were all taken away.
If Punan hadn't ordered everyone to leave, he would have been stripped into a naked pig.
Faith is a powerful force. If it is a shield, it can protect a place's peace for all generations; if it is a sword, it can level mountains and open rivers, causing waves of blood.
In the royal city of Valance Continent Island, the bloody wave of the Battle of Faith has begun to surge, but Linn XI, who is in the blood wave, thinks that this is just a trivial bump.
“There were people marching in seven blocks including Kailanye Street, Baiye Street, and Yunsongye Street. They...demanded that we restore the status of the Premus Church as the state church and recall the expelled Archbishop Mordi. West.
Your Majesty, we must respond..."
Lynn XI held a small silver plate, picked up the raisins and threw them into his mouth.
Standing on this huge map, he raised his leg and clicked on a block, then pursed his lips.
"Response? Seman, my general, I want you to come here to solve the problem, not to be a sounding board. I think my will has been conveyed to you."
The man in armor nodded and winked at the soldier on the side, who quickly ran out of the palace.
"Your Majesty, what I just talked about was the situation in our royal city. Next is the area where demonstrations broke out in the country..."
Seman announced nine town names in one breath, which made Lynn XI frown. He stretched out his plate, and a waiter quickly stepped forward to take it away.
"So many? What are their sizes?"
"There are more than a thousand people, and some post officials have died at the scene of announcing the national decree."
Seman hugged his helmet and curled his lips after speaking, with a heavy look on his face.
Linn XI sneered and muttered: "Exactly, this is what your Primus Cult asked for."
