When the car started, Grand Magister Ronsardele spoke to Chris beside him: "Actually, I really can't wait. Your Majesty, the great Emperor Chris, I really want to know your opinion on using nuclear weapons to attack human cities.
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"I know that you, Grand Magister, are here for this matter, but I didn't expect you to ask this question so anxiously." Chris laughed after hearing the question. He really felt that every magic in Grykken was
Teachers are all quite interesting beings.
Neither Vivian nor the Ronsardele in front of them makes people feel disgusted. Maybe it's because they have lived long enough, and they have an enviable atmosphere.
Anyway, Chris's confidant Luther was driving the car, so Chris had no intention of avoiding such a question. He thought for a moment and replied to Ronsardele beside him: "A mortal can never reach the level of a magician's personal martial arts, so
I can only choose to develop another way to protect Eiland Hill."
"I feel that if I master the method of destroying the world, then when others want to kill me, they have to consider the consequences of dying together..." Chris spoke frankly about his thoughts: "I put this
It’s called nuclear deterrence.”
"But subjectively, I am not willing to destroy human cities, because I am an emperor after all, and I am not willing to turn the lands I can conquer into ruins." After saying this, he looked at Lonza.
De Lai, waiting for the other party's answer.
"It's a very interesting idea. You can't guarantee that you won't be killed by the enemy, so you guarantee that your revenge will continue to be faithfully carried out after your death, and the whole world will be buried with you..." Lonzadele
He nodded, seemingly lost in thought.
Then he suddenly asked: "So, can you guarantee that after your safety is guaranteed, or in other words, the safety of Elan Hill is guaranteed, nuclear weapons will not fall in the Magic City?"
"If I had a choice, I would naturally not use nuclear weapons to attack the city. Provided that I had a choice." Chris thought for a while and replied. He was unwilling to put shackles on his nuclear attack, so he was unwilling to do so.
Promise Lonzadele anything.
"You know, if you insist on destroying the magical world, or if you have the ability to destroy all magical worlds and start doing so, you will be no different from a devil to a magician." Lonzadele thought for a moment.
, said in a different way: "So I hope you can give me a guarantee that you can continue the existence of the magical world..."
"Of course I am not against the magical world. I do not intend to destroy any civilization. If they are willing to coexist equally with mortals, I can promise not to discriminate against magical civilizations." Chris replied firmly this time.
He is not a so-called "mortal savior" who wants to destroy the magical world. After more than three years of rule, including the use of magical civilization and the management of the Veronsa area, he has begun to tolerate magical civilization.
Chris is a ruler and an emperor. As long as they are willing to be under his rule, there is no difference between magicians and mortal engineers. The prerequisite is that these people must obey him and become a part of the Eilanhir Empire!
This answer made Ronsardele silent again. He seemed to be thinking and weighing something. Finally, he said: "Greken is a country with its own persistence and beliefs, but sometimes we don't do what we do.
not good."
"When the mortals were oppressed by the Magic Empire, we did nothing to stop them, so now we have no position to ask the Mortal Empire to make concessions."
"But... I don't want to see human cities reduced to ruins one by one, nor do I want to see a great empire fall..."
Chris laughed, shook his head and said: "If you have time to worry about this, you might as well just tell me the home of the puppet empire, and I can end this war tomorrow. Do you know how many innocent people will die this means?"
, you must also know what benefits this victory will bring to our allies."
"You think the Puppet Empire is too simple." Grand Magister Lonzadelai also laughed loudly, with the wrinkles on his face twisting into flowers: "You also think of Gricken too easily!"
"I don't dare to say other big things, but whether it's us Greken, the Puppet Empire, or the dragons and elves that are rarely seen now... there are too many secrets that you don't know."
After Magister Lonzadelai laughed, he looked at Chris again, leaned on the seat of the convertible, and said seriously: "You can't imagine that the magical civilization with thousands of years of history is so profound. I can be very responsible."
Tell you... where the capital of the puppet empire is... I don’t even know!”
"Hiss..." Chris gasped, narrowed his eyes and stared at Ronsardele, and asked in an unbelievable tone: "You mean, the capital of the puppet empire is mobile?"
The great mage in front of him must have lived for hundreds of years. Chris did not believe that during such a long period of time, this great mage with incredible magical abilities had never been to the capital of the puppet empire.
If that capital was a normal city like Seris, Ronsardele could not open his mouth and say something and he would not be able to find it. Even if he had not been to the other side's capital for a hundred years, he would never be unable to find it.
to approximate coordinates.
Therefore, after Chris heard what he said, he immediately realized the key to the problem: either the other party's city was shrouded in some special fog, or it was an existence that could constantly change directions.
"Smart! Just one point!" Ronsardele praised, seemingly satisfied with the shocked expression on Chris's face: "The Grand Magister Travish of the Puppet Empire is 72 years older than me. Guess he
What is the scale of the plan that has been in place for more than 210 years now?"
"So you can't provide us with the coordinates of important cities in the Puppet Empire. It's a pity..." Chris sighed with regret. If Ronsardele could tell him a few important goals of the Puppet Empire, then the war seems to be
It's over.
"It's no pity." Grand Magister Ronsardele looked at Chris and said: "If you give me a promise that you will never massacre the civilians of Grecken without reason, I will give you something, a
Something that will definitely interest you.”
"Why don't you talk about this first?" Chris narrowed his eyes and squinted at Ronsardele.
Ronsardele shook his head: "It's your choice whether to change it or not."
"You actually only want a promise from me? Instead of the blueprints and technology for nuclear weapons?" Chris asked with some confusion.
"No, I don't think nuclear weapons are necessarily the most powerful weapons, and your commitment is, in my opinion, much more valuable than nuclear weapons." Ronsardele looked like a cunning person.
Chris touched his chin, nodded and said, "Okay! I have no intention of massacring civilians at all, and I promise you nothing to lose."
Ronsardele took out a thick and ancient-looking book from his robe and handed it to Chris: "This thing is very precious. I hope you can use the power above carefully."
Even the rune drawings of the improved magic defense magic circle were given to Vivian to hold. The books carried by Grand Magister Ronsardele himself were very important and precious no matter how you looked at them.
Taking the heavy book from the other party's hand solemnly, Chris opened the cover that seemed to be made of some metal.
"Puppet magic..." Closing the cover of the book, Chris looked at Ronsardele in shock: "This is actually... the puppet magic of the Puppet Empire..."
"No, this is just a superficial study of part of the puppet magic. The notes and experiences of the greatest puppet magician Vianna." Ronsardele stroked the cover of the magic record with his hand, which was full of weathered old
His fingers gently brushed against the ancient books full of traces of time.
"At that time, the puppet empire had not degenerated into what it is today, and the puppet research at that time was far from as evil as it is today." As he said this, he retracted his palm with some reluctance.
"Why...give me such an important...thing...?" Chris felt that this pie-in-the-sky thing was untrue, so he asked.
"The Puppet Empire stole Elanthir's technology and thought it had succeeded... Little did they know that their technology had been placed in the magic library of Galenok hundreds of years ago." Lonzadelai touched himself.
He has a long beard and a meaningful smile.
The ancient magic empire that has been able to stand for thousands of years is naturally not just a bunch of idiots shouting slogans such as dreams and beliefs every day.
"Aren't you afraid that if I get this, I will follow the same path as the puppet empire?" Chris felt that this was a pit, a deep hole dug for him by an old fox.
Ronsardele didn't mean to lie, and replied very bachelorly: "This is a game that Gricken must win. I have no reason not to do it... This world is far beyond your imagination, and the water is deep.
child……"
He stretched out a finger and tapped on the cover of the magic book that Chris was holding: "If you digest this and follow the same path as Grecken, then we will win the war."
Then he stretched out a second finger and pressed it on the cover of the book: "I was still hesitant before, but you told me about nuclear deterrence, so I decided to give this book to
You...if you really degenerate and become the second puppet empire...it doesn't matter. It's hard for me to kill Travish of the puppet empire, but it's easy to kill you. You're dead, and half the world is covered by nuclear weapons.
, most of the remaining magicians are from Gricken."
Finally, he put his third finger on the book: "If you choose the right path, walk out of this world, and go to a farther and stronger place... That is what I, an old man, have wanted to go all my life.
The place we have arrived... If you can take me there, even if you just take a look, I will be satisfied!"
Chris looked at this old man speechlessly, feeling that he was really too young: Of these old men who have lived for hundreds of years, none of them are fools. These old men are very bad...
