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 semi-drunk state.
After returning to the inn under the protection of the guards, Snorri didn't feel sleepy because he slept until the afternoon today. Just as he was opening his locker and preparing to kill time in the traditional way of spending time by dwarf nobles - counting gold coins, the door was suddenly opened.
Pushed away.
"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 us. Do you want to see him?" asked the Hammer of Eternity guard on duty.
"Please, why not?" Snorri nodded, he was bored.
"Greetings to you, Prince Snorri Thorson of the Eternal Peak, your famous name is heard beyond the mountains! You have made another big step forward in finding the artifact and regaining the mountain fortress!"
The visitor was a man wearing a black cloak and holding a cane in his hand. He took off his hood and leaned forward slightly to bow. The scholar looked quite old. He had a bald head and a pale face.
There are many wrinkles on it.
"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!" Puckart 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 why he doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall 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, and this can at least help him save a fortune.
A pension.
"Yesterday at about this time, 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 a sip of coffee. Snorri had just arrived in Bordello City and had briefly understood it when discussing the plan. With the speed of an albatross specially trained as a messenger, he could fly over there.
Three days sooner.
Although he didn’t know how the human being in front of him could do it, this timely news was indeed worth thousands of dollars to him. Viscount Menethil, the other effective heir to the position of Duke Bordero, had also died in the battle, and even his heirs
Even those who survived were hardly a match for Constantine.
"How did he...?" Snorri asked impatiently. This was also his attempt to judge the authenticity of the news.
"This has something to do with 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 do you mean? Did he shout "Let the storm come harder?"" Snorri made a joke.
"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!"
Puckart also smiled. The Duke of Bordelao and Mannann were 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 boundary between them is Sigma's becoming a god. The gods born before this are all 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 depending on the number of believers, but they are often not as good as the former."
Snorri knew that Myrmidia, the goddess of war, Ranold, the god of wealth, etc., 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 prey that it cannot eat, teeth that it has fallen off, etc. But if you don't feed it enough, it will eat you.
You are for food.”
The savant used a metaphor, and Snorri knew what he meant. Sacrifices to the old gods of nature were 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 him, he will reward you. If you don't obey him, it will just be irrelevant! Lake God, nature
This is also the case above, but you know, for some reasons, although He was born only a thousand years ago, his 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 turn to the latter.
In addition to regular supernatural powers, the Lake God's grace also includes extended life span, which is even more attractive to those in power.
Snorri's confusion about the faith of the Principality of Bordeleaux and even the entire Kingdom of Knights was immediately resolved. The Dukes of Bordero's successive generations were increasingly leaning towards the Lake God, and this result finally angered Mannann.
This powerful, fickle and irritable god decided to take direct action to make Bordeleau change a leader who favored him. The Lady of the Lake could not directly confront Poseidon in the sea, so he turned soft and sent himself to the sea.
A mortal spokesman came 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 you never ask for it from believers!"