Divine Kingship

Chapter 643 Sometimes people really feel helpless.

When Rand arrived in the new Holy City, the situation in the south had become increasingly dire.

However, the situation was somewhat unexpected by Rand.

Rand had assumed that as the situation worsened, these southern countries would gradually become more supportive of him.

However, in reality, only some people think this way; others firmly believe that Luca is the hero and that he will solve the problem.

Rand was speechless.

At any other time, the death of an idiot is simply a matter of life and death, but in this situation, the death of these morons strengthens the enemy.

Sometimes people really feel helpless.

He had no choice but to recall Luca, hoping that this would shatter some people's illusions.

"My God, what era are we living in? These people aren't young anymore, how can they be so naive as to place their hopes on 'heroes'?" Rand complained.

“Luca must be pretty good,” Lysa said.

Ryza spent some time making some mysterious preparations, but now she has some free time to come over.

"Will they be more powerful than our people?" Rand asked curiously.

If it could truly reach the level of Elsa, Ellie, and Olena, then it would be incredibly useful.

"Probably not, our people are still too powerful," Lysa said with a light laugh.

Rand was somewhat disappointed.

Olena handed Rand a letter; she was also holding several other letters in her arms.

When Rand came to the new Holy City this time, only Olena and Lysa were with him.

Ellie controlled the situation from the center in Crescent Moon City, while Elsa continued her investigation in the south.

Rand opened the letter and read it.

After reading it, he said helplessly, "Why are you asking me whether Luca is a hero or not? Unfortunately, I'm not sure either."

"And even if he really is a hero, how can he defeat the plague? Killing the enemy leader or destroying the enemy's 'core' doesn't seem like a direct solution. Please reply to all these letters for me. Tell them that Luca is just a normal top-ranking adventurer and that everyone should focus on their work."

After saying that, he felt it wasn't quite right to talk about Rand.

"Forget it, I'll write more in my reply and explain the reasons. For example, even if Luca is really a hero, his role is limited. The current plague is not like any disaster that has happened in the past."

Olena quickly remembered what Rand meant and then went to deal with it. Obviously, the letters she was holding were all related to Luca.

"It feels like the history of heroes saving the world is really setting a bad precedent." Rand leaned on the railing of his residence in the new Holy City, the spring breeze blowing.

“In the past, there was a chance that a hero could solve the problem, but the world is changing, and the truths of the past may not be true now.” Lysa leaned against the railing, the wind occasionally ruffling her hair. “That’s the law of nature.”

“So I’m curious, do all of you gods gradually turn into lunatics…” Rand asked. “Didn’t you say before that the Cataclysm Apostles might originally have just been dead people longing for peace?”

“It’s not certain, it depends on the god’s condition. But the previous gods all had problems to some extent. Outside the world, in the divine kingdom, it’s really easy for gods to go crazy. My situation is definitely better, but it may not last forever… But if I go crazy, what kind of god do you think I will become?” Lysa blinked.

Rand was about to say "God of Perversion," but then he thought, "Isn't this what it is now? So what would happen if Lysa really encountered a problem?"

“Blindly pursuing the natural order?” Rand guessed casually, but quickly changed his mind, “I won’t let you go crazy.”

Lysa's lips and eyebrows curved slightly, giving her a somewhat amused look.

Compared to the long lifespan of gods, the short lifespan of humans is simply insignificant, but Rand should live a long time, I just don't know how Rand will manage to keep himself from going mad.

Would he kill her when he was on the verge of madness? Obviously, Rand couldn't do such a thing.

In fact, madness is not a problem of gods, but a problem of all intelligent life. When an being lives long enough but is isolated from the world and unable to participate or even see clearly, prolonged boredom will naturally drive an intelligent life insane.

Even a being like a god would find it difficult to commit suicide.

“It is very difficult for us gods to die,” Lysa replied.

“That’s not what I meant.” Rand glared. “I didn’t mean I would do anything to you if you went crazy.”

"So what do you want to do?" Lysa asked.

“There are so many interesting things in the world,” Rand said. “For example, photo theater, you’ve probably never seen that before.”

Lysa understood somewhat: "Then I'm really looking forward to what's to come."

"So have you come up with any way to deal with the Cataclysmic Apostles this time? That madman has really become something else ever since he learned how to use the plague." Rand sighed.

“I have a way.” Lysa blinked.

"How to say?"

"I remember you could sacrifice yourself and return unharmed?" Lysa confirmed.

Rand nodded.

“Then there’s no problem,” Lysa said. “You just need to follow my instructions, or would you like to understand the principles and plan now?”

Rand decisively stated that he would leave everything to Lysa's arrangements.

Since learning Lysa's true identity, Rand has begun to unveil some of Lysa's mysteries.

But Rand and Lysa's way of getting along remains the same.

Ryza doesn't tell Rand the details of certain things not because she's unwilling to, but because telling him in advance would only waste his time to think.

As a goddess, her plans span a very long period of time, but Rand doesn't need to consider things that far ahead.

Otherwise, it would not only be a waste of energy, but also useless.

Rand and Lysa stopped chatting and leaned against the balcony railing, gazing at the city.

The new holy city is still somewhat chaotic.

The Grand Knight Commander and Karin have done a great job, but this is ultimately the stronghold of the pragmatists, and many things still need time to be resolved.

With a large population, there will always be those who conform, those who rebel, and those who go with the flow; all sorts of people will emerge.

The people from the old Holy City that Karin brought over were also of all kinds.

Rand doesn't need to make these various heretics submit to him; he only needs to bind them to the new Holy City, and that will be enough.

When the army of the undead arrives, these people, whatever their demands, will be forced to resist the Scourge.

Because at least those clergy who served the Torch Goddess must have known that the Scourge would never need living surrenderers.

When they have no way to escape or surrender, they have no choice but to fight.

Of course, such combat power is still not very high.

A motley crew can't possibly be very strong in combat.

But if these people are left unattended in the rear, they will either evade responsibility, cause trouble, or offer only a tiny, insignificant amount of help.

Compared to these situations, using these people here is already considered making the best use of them.

That's how chess players are; they always have good and bad moves in their hands. The key to playing chess is to use the pieces where they're needed.

Of course, Rand was not a chess player, although his logic and impact on the world were reminiscent of one. But Rand did not consider himself a chess player; the identity of a chess player was too lofty, and Rand had his own ideas, or rather, his own beliefs.

Rand did not want to abandon what he had wanted to uphold from the very beginning of his life.

Of course, he wouldn't gamble away the important people around him just for the sake of some belief.

In short, he's just... an ordinary person?

I don't want to give up what I'm committed to, but I'm also reluctant to sacrifice important people; in short, I'm quite conflicted.

Of course, Rand also has some self-proclaimed strengths.

His emphasis on his own people brought him many allies, and his emphasis on his beliefs brought him many like-minded followers.

Perhaps Rand isn't exactly ordinary?
Rand leaned against the railing for a while, enjoying the breeze, and then noticed that something seemed to be installed under Lysa, and water was dripping down.

Rand placed his hand on Lysa's ample waist: "You've worked so long, how about you relax a little tonight?"

Lysa coughed lightly. Maintaining a normal conversation for so long while using the props was quite an achievement for her.

Fortunately, all the hardship and patience were worthwhile.

……

The next morning, Rand said goodbye to Lysa at the bedroom door. Lysa had to do some preparations, while Rand was going to see the Grand Knight Commander.

Lysa disappeared quickly.

Olena took over Rand's bodyguard duties.

Rand quickly arrived before the Grand Knight Commander.

Rand and the Grand Knight had worked together for a long time, but Rand had never officially met the Grand Knight.

This is an old man. If it weren't for his shiny armor, he might not be much different from any other old man on the street.

His face was etched with the marks of time; he was experienced, but also very old.

"Karin said you're not feeling well, let me take a look?" Rand said with a smile.

"I've long heard that His Majesty Rand is a highly skilled doctor, but no matter how much treatment I receive, I won't live much longer," the Grand Knight Commander said, shaking his head.

"You feel like you've had enough of life?" Rand smiled.

"Haha, pretty much. I've experienced everything I was meant to experience, and seen everything I was meant to see." The Grand Knight Commander was genuinely satisfied with his life.

As a paladin who wasn't particularly talented, he had experienced everything—the mundane, the exciting, the joyful, and the decadent—and he was truly satisfied.

Rand smiled and handed the old paladin a memory crystal: "Take a look at this. If you change your mind, you can come find me anytime. I'll be in the New Holy City soon."

Rand then left.

Rand handed the Grand Knight a compressed version of the image crystal, which contained a newly released part of a TV series.

The story ends abruptly at the most exciting part, and of course, Rand hasn't handed over the exciting part to the old knight commander yet.

For someone like the Grand Knight Commander, if you don't inspire some will to live, then healing his body is useless.

Once the Grand Knight Commander wants to live a little longer, Rand can naturally begin to treat him.

If all the stimuli don't work, then there's nothing Rand can do.

Rand doesn't have the ability to extend lifespan, but this old paladin's lifespan hasn't ended yet. His situation is different from that of the old dark-brown marquis, whose body is leaking air and can no longer support life force.

But the old paladin was different. He had just developed a chronic illness from years of hard work. Once he recovered, he could live for a long time. After all, he was a high-level professional. Rand felt that living for another twenty years would not be a problem.

Of course, he can't compare to Archbishop Kahn, who is still in good health and can support him in helping wayward girls.

Just moments after Rand left the Grand Knight Commander, Rand pointed to the sky: "What's that?"

Olena squinted at it and said, "It looks like a bird covered in festering sores."

Rand sighed. It seemed he hadn't been wrong; war was just around the corner.

The fact that this festering bird flew over the new holy city suggests, in a sense, that the undead army is likely not far away.

"Is there a way to solve this?" Rand asked.

Olena nodded.

Olena drew her swift sword, Dawnbreaker, from her waist.

A shimmering blue light quickly appeared on the blade.

Olena took out some medicinal oil from a small bag and applied it to the sword; it was Torch Church oil.

Olena then lowered her body slightly and leaned back.

Then, my whole body tensed up like a taut bow.

"Drink." A crisp voice replied.

Olena trampled a pit into the ground.

The swift sword, like an arrow released from a bow, pierced through the clouds in the sky, striking the festering bird in less than a breath.

Soon, the festering bird burst into flames, because the swift sword was cutting through the sky at such a high speed that the high temperature from friction with the air ignited the oil.

Then, only ashes drifted down. Olenna leaped gracefully along the building into the sky, caught the Swift Sword with an elegant movement, and returned to Rand's side.

"Clap clap clap." Rand clapped. "That was beautiful."

Olena blushed slightly and avoided looking at Rand.

"Next, have the guards watch out for birds; they seem likely to become a form of attack," Rand ordered.

"Yes." Olena wrote down Rand's order, indicating that it would be relayed soon.

While Rand continued to wander around the new Holy City.

I received a new letter very soon.

Rand was somewhat helpless. At his position, there was simply no end to the tasks at hand; new work would always pop up.

"whats the matter?"

Olena read the letter first. Her job was to help Rand relieve some of the pressure. Olena would submit matters that did not need Rand's attention to to the administrative center or make her own decisions.

Only certain issues that require Rand's attention will be reviewed by Rand.

“Some nobles got scared and started massacring villagers to reduce the population density of their territories.” Olena was speechless.

"Uh..." Rand was also somewhat speechless.

Indeed, in the eyes of the nobility, villagers were merely wealth, not human beings with human rights.

But wouldn't this kind of massacre strengthen the army of the dead?
And how can they defend a large city if there are no people on their side?

(End of this chapter)