Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

The way Bruce was holding the paper and was unwilling to let go reminded Drogo of his past self.

In a math test, there are always parts of the last choice, the last fill-in-the-blank, and the last big question that I cannot answer.

When time is running out, an idea suddenly occurs to me. Although what comes to mind may not be correct, I feel as if I can do it.

To the extent that when collecting the papers, I became inseparable from them.

But Bruce wasn't wrong on just one or two questions, at least half of them were left blank.

And there was no point in not letting go, because the paper he had done just disappeared.

Bruce lowered his head, not daring to look at Drogo.

He really wanted to know whether the test results would affect his position as the high priest of Drogo's faith sect.

Is it because I am too stupid that I am no longer going to bestow precious knowledge?

The skinny old man was anxiously waiting for the "judgment" of the ancient god.

"Very good," Drogo said seriously.

Although Bruce answered less than half of the questions correctly, his accuracy rate for the questions he answered was not bad.

Even if the final correct result is not obtained, the solution process and ideas are almost correct.

What Drogo appreciated most was that the alchemist's problem-solving steps were understandable and did not go beyond the syllabus.

Compared with the golden dragon at home, it is easy to prove and obtain.

There is also the intellectual pinnacle of the Drogo Group, little Morris, who often writes solutions that are not within the reference answers.

If Fulin was a proud genius, little Morris was already somewhat metaphysical.

In order to solve a problem, a new mathematical tool was specially developed, and a new discipline was "accidentally" created.

According to him, he sometimes even dreams of coming up with new theorems.

There is no point in making any sense.

Drogo seriously suspected that little Morris looked a little autistic, probably because he disliked all the living things around him who could talk, and their IQs could not keep up with his, so he was unwilling to play with "fools".

If there is a god of wisdom, then this kid is at least one of God's chosen ones.

In comparison, Bruce can be considered the pinnacle of "mortal man".

It is not easy to learn to this level by relying on the abridged version of the textbook written by the two talented people mentioned above.

"You answered about 30% of the questions correctly. You are a very good individual among the humans I have seen, especially considering your age. From my observation of the human species, as people age, their mental agility, memory, and learning ability seem to decline. You are a competent, studious, and capable believer."

Drogo praised generously.

Hearing such praise, Bruce immediately bowed to the ground again, "Because your light guides me, allowing foolish believers to seek on the path of truth."

Drogo looked at him and thought, no wonder there are always some charlatans who like to engage in religion. The degree of control they exert on believers is much more cruel than that of a monarch over the common people.

"As a reward for your test, I will grant you knowledge that is easier to understand."

As he spoke, a book that looked just as ordinary as the "Book of Truth", but thicker, appeared in front of Bruce.

Bruce held it in both hands and opened it carefully.

Just from reading one page of the table of contents, he could tell that this was a book that corresponded to the Book of Truth.

The content is about the analysis and examples of abstract concepts in the Book of Truth, as well as more examples to assist in understanding and mastering.

That is, a reference book.

"I have come to understand that it is quite difficult for humans to learn that knowledge, so I created this book based on human logic, hoping that your learning journey will be smoother."

Of course, the book was not written by Drogo. His knowledge was not enough for him to write it.

The explanations are built into the Soul Engineer Knowledge Base, but the previous abridged textbook removed all of these explanations.

In fact, it is the complete version when put together.

Similar to "main game + DLC = a truly complete game".

The reason why not all of it was given last time was to limit Bruce's learning speed. The knowledge mastered by the offline members of the Drogo Group must lag behind one generation of the group to ensure safety.

As for the examples in the book, they are homework for the junior class.

Most of the students in the junior class seemed to be at the "peak mortal level", and the questions they could do were just right for Bruce.

After receiving the reward, Bruce burst into tears. As expected, the God he believed in was so kind.

"Thank you, thank you for your brilliance..."

"Okay, learning new knowledge is not without cost. Everything in Felin has a price, right?"

"Whatever you need me to do, I will gladly give my life for it."

"You don't need to die. Your life is worthless to me. You have become a sage among the Ascended Souls, right?"

"Yes, my Lord. With the help of the knowledge you have bestowed upon me, I have been unanimously elected as the Sage in the last election."

"Very good. Now I need you to go one step further and spread the knowledge to more believers. I will tell you how much and when to spread it when I need it. And you must become an important force in the Soul Ascending Sage Association and become an extremely important part of their so-called God-making plan."

"Yes, my lord."

Bruce himself would also like to go further in Soul Ascender.

Out of sheer curiosity, he wanted to get more deeply involved in the Soul Ascension Project.

He did not want to become a part of the new god, as his faith already belonged to him. Instead, he wanted to see whether this experimental adventure would succeed, and if necessary, destroy this man-made false god.

"Besides," Drogo paused, then said, "What is the price of your loyalty to the Principality of Orion?"

Drogo thought that this question would make Bruce confused or hesitant, but he didn't expect him to answer without hesitation.

"Not worth mentioning."

Bruce has no sense of belonging to the country he lives in, he was just born here.

He didn't get any benefits from this either. On the contrary, his childhood was full of misfortune. He became an alchemist entirely by his own ability, but was still suppressed by the domestic guild.

To him, it didn't matter whether Orion was destroyed or not.

"Okay, then I find Orion's attitude towards the invasion of Loman very boring. It just so happens that my group has developed some interesting 'new toys' and needs a testing ground..."

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Golden Plains, Knox Territory.

Lord's castle.

Unlike outside where there were refugees everywhere, a grand banquet was being held in the castle's restaurant.

All kinds of delicacies are placed on the long table, and the magical flame rising from the fireplace keeps the restaurant at a suitable humidity and temperature.

The lord, his lady, and their several children sat around the long table, enjoying the meals carefully prepared by more than a dozen chefs accompanied by the melodious music of the band.

Sitting in the main seat, an old man in luxurious clothes, the lord of this place, was skillfully cutting up a roasted pigeon.

After tasting his favorite wings and thighs, he threw the rest on the ground. Lying at his feet was a shiny black dog.

With his fat body, he might be much heavier than the adult refugees outside the city.

The big black dog sniffed the pigeon in front of it, as if it was not very happy. It took a small bite of its chest, licked its nose, and lay back down.

"Ha, you're still picking and choosing."

The lord was not angry. Instead, he laughed twice, picked up a whole steak from the table and threw it down. Only then did the black dog become interested.

"Eat slowly, there's plenty. You're so good."

The lord wiped his hands and looked at the butler beside him, "Have all the valuables been moved away?"

"It's all done."

"What should be left behind?"

“Everything is ready.”

"very good."

The lord nodded. Facing the Roman Empire army that was about to arrive at the Golden Plains, he had no intention of resisting at all.

Those lords who stood in his way all lost miserably, so there was naturally no reason for him to risk his family fortune.

However, surrender is surrender, and the necessary ceremony must be made. He couldn't let the "Roman Heavenly Soldiers" return empty-handed, so he tactfully took out part of his savings as a reward for the troops.

We are all nobles, and I believe that if he does this, the Roman people will understand his attitude.

It's a good deal if you spend a little blood to save your life.

Just as he was about to continue enjoying his meal, a guard suddenly rushed in in a panic.

"My Lord, this is bad."

"What's wrong with that?" the lord said impatiently, "Even if the Romans come to attack, as a noble guard, you should be as steady as you can be." "No, no, it's Master Bruce, he wants to see you."

"Bruce?"

Of course the lord knew that there was such a master alchemist in his territory.

But we had almost no interaction and barely saw each other for several years.

The old man only knew how to stay in his spire laboratory, doing weird experiments, and had no idea about social etiquette.

And he had no respect for his lord at all.

Although alchemists who have obtained the title of master do not have to salute the lord.

That's only legally allowed.

Just because it is legally permitted, does that mean he can avoid being rude? Is there any respect for the lord?

I feel annoyed when I think of the look in his eyes that looks like he is looking at a dead person.

It would be great if the experiment failed one day and I died in that dark tower of his.

"Why does he want to see me?"

"I didn't say it."

"Didn't you tell him I won't be seeing visitors during this time?"

"I have told them, but the brothers guarding the gate have been poisoned. He said he won't leave until he sees you."

"Snapped--"

The lord slapped the table angrily, but other than scaring the dog, he didn't know who he was showing his anger to.

"Poisoning the lord's guards! Is he planning a rebellion? Let him in to see me!"

After saying this, he gave the butler a look, and the butler understood what he meant and left the restaurant to prepare for an ambush.

A few minutes later, Bruce, a thin old man in a coarse robe, appeared at the door of the restaurant.

Before he could say anything, the lord took the initiative to attack.

"You poisoned the guards of the Lord's Mansion. What did you want to do? Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have the title of Master?"

Facing the lord with a glaring face, Bruce was quite calm.

For him, a small lord has almost no deterrent effect.

He picked up the pocket watch and began the countdown in a slightly hoarse voice.

"5."

"I'm asking you something!"

"4."

"Are you deaf?"

"3."

"What are you counting down?"

"2."

"guard!"

"1."

When Bruce counted down to the last moment, the big black dog that was originally lying on the ground immediately began to twitch.

The lord turned to look at his beloved pet.

The convulsion lasted for a few seconds, and then the black dog foamed at the mouth and died.

A lady's scream was immediately heard in the restaurant.

"Be quiet, or you'll be next." Bruce's voice remained calm.

"Now, can we talk?"

"You poisoned the people in the Lord's Mansion?"

The lord had no doubt about the ability of a master alchemist to make poison.

"It's not difficult to find out the channels through which the castle purchases food."

"I will kill you!" the lord roared.

"Being loud doesn't make you look intimidating."

The restaurant fell silent for a long time before the lord spoke again, "What are you going to do?"

"I need you to resist the Roman army here. Take the antidote one day at a time. I will provide you with the antidote for one day of resistance."

"what?"

Faced with Bruce's request, the lord was confused and thought he had misheard.

"No, why? What good will it do for you and me to resist the Roman army? Are you going to tell me at this moment that you are a staunch patriot?"

"you do not need to know."

People will laugh when they are speechless.

The lord laughed angrily, stood up, scratched his head, and walked back and forth beside the long table.

“Hehe, hehe, you, do you know what the combat effectiveness of the Roman army is.”

Bruce said nothing.

"They have advanced all the way from the border to here without losing a single battle."

Bruce looked at him silently.

"Do you know what they have? Chariots that are not afraid of swords or spells, demons that are not afraid of death at all. What do you want me to use to resist?"

Finally, Bruce spoke, "I'm just afraid that the spell isn't strong enough. You just need to resist and reinforcements will appear."

"Reinforcements? What reinforcements? They can stop those things. You are sending me to my death!"

"You can also choose to die now."

Bruce doesn't talk much, but he's very lethal.

"I……"

"Trust in the reinforcements, you still have a chance of survival."

The lord had nothing to say and slumped in his chair helplessly.

"At least let my family go."

"No."

"Isn't there any room for negotiation?"

"No."

The lord took a sip of wine and said, as if he had used up all his strength, "Okay."

"very good."

Bruce then handed over a contract.

"what is this?"

"The price of the reinforcements, and the signature of the letter of request for assistance. The reinforcements need a legitimate reason to come to the Golden Plains."

"Ah?" The lord had a look on his face that said "are you kidding me?"

"You mean, you force me to resist the Roman army, which I don't need to resist, and you also want me to spend money to ask for reinforcements."

"Everything in Felin has a price."

The lord had no choice but to sign his name on the contract and the letter of request for help.

After collecting the documents, Bruce said, "It's not that the Roman army doesn't need to resist. You will thank me for that."

"Heh." The lord sneered.

Bruce stood up to leave, but suddenly remembered something and said, "He said to be polite, so thank you for your cooperation."

After saying that, he left the castle.

The sound of plates breaking could be heard in the restaurant. (End of this chapter)