Ride and Cut

"In your eyes, is magic just a tool for killing and destruction?" Du Pont asked.

"If you think about it carefully, this kind of statement seems a bit narrow." The lord held his chin and thought for a while, "Actually, magic can be useful in many ways."

After all, he has seen examples. The cultivation of Naxi narcissus in Gaoshan Fort was not achieved through the effect of the soil fertilization technique.

Bedrick gave Li Cha a thumbs up without a trace.

"That's right." When it came to ideas, this chubby and friendly magician sat upright for the first time, and his expression finally became serious.

He put down his teacup, looked at Li Cha and asked in a deep voice: "If magic is only used for killing and destruction, it is more than narrow, it is simply a distortion of the nature of elements. I always firmly believe that the existence of magic and elements, as well as the smartest minds, should make our world better, not worse."

"Magic could have benefited more people—bringing coolness in summer, warmth in winter, disappearing drought, and receding floods." Du Pont's face was so painful that it was indescribable. "But the reality is that magicians are obsessed with using spells with increasingly sophisticated structures, causing more and more blood and death."

"It's a great idea." Li Cha was in awe.

A philosopher once said that only the starry sky above the head and the morality in the chest can shock people. He saw the latter in the fat old man, it was pity and sympathy for the weak.

Although he himself thought that he would not be able to reach such a state in his next life, it did not prevent the lord from respecting him.

"We magicians shouldn't be executioners with blood on our hands. When civilians talk about magicians, they shouldn't fear more than respect them." Du Pont shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Every magician should be ashamed of this situation. Maybe I can't change the world, but at least I can change myself."

"From the day I became a magic apprentice, I swore that I would never learn any destructive spells, and I would never use the elemental mysteries I mastered to harm any life."

Li Cha shook his head, after all, he couldn't agree.

If one extreme is wrong, that doesn't mean the opposite extreme is right.

In his view, the current mainstream that completely regards magic as a tool of destruction is definitely biased, but Dupont's attempt to completely abandon the concept of lethality is also too idealistic.

"As far as I know, there is an ancient school of magic called the Physiocratic School, which seems to have an idea very similar to yours." The Lord Lord smiled slightly, "But there is no idea of ​​force to defend, it is paler than straw paper, and in the end all members die or flee. In this world, you have to live first to make sense."

Master Du Peng is also a wonderful person, he smiled and picked up the teacup, "Maybe, but I worked hard to become a magister, just to have a little willful right in front of the world."

"Master, why are you talking about this all of a sudden." Seeing that the two were in a tit-for-tat posture, Bedrick hurriedly made jokes from the middle.

"Ever since I saw him stuffing gold coins into that kid, I've decided that there must be a soft spot in Li Cha's heart that allows him to sympathize with other people's pain." The fat old man smiled, "And I feel that he can listen to these things to some extent, so it's not a waste of time."

"Me? Kind?" Li Cha laughed, infinitely frivolous.

"Is it difficult for you to accept that there is still a kindness in your heart?" Master Du Pont laughed dumbfoundedly.

"He may be afraid that his defeated opponents will die in peace." Bedrick seized the opportunity to hurt others.

Master Du Pont clapped his hands, and the kettle flew over to refill them with tea, "Okay, let's not talk about this. What did you want to ask just now, members of the envoy, right?"

"Yes." The lord nodded.

Just now, the topic was led by the old man to run away and deceive him, and he almost forgot what he was here for.

"There are many members of the envoy, but most of them are insignificant and fringe roles. Even if I tell you, you won't bother to remember." Master Du Pont put the teacup and tray on his belly, "You just need to remember these few key people. The chief special envoy is tentatively appointed by Prince Schmidt, who is a very mature and prudent person."

"The second special envoy is Paul, Archbishop of the Pompeii region of the Church of Illuminati."

"It seems that our side is very sincere." Li Cha couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although the Church of Illuminati has officially settled in Pompeii, they haven't had time to warm up their buttocks, and they still have a relatively estranged relationship with the royal family after all.

Under such circumstances, the official decision to appoint the regional bishop as the second special envoy represents an attitude in itself.

"That's right, Your Majesty is indeed very sincere." Master Du Pont nodded, "There is another important person, because it is said that His Majesty Stuart will attend in person, so we have also decided to send a representative of the royal family here. This person is..."

The fat old man stretched out a finger, pointed at the tip of the nose of a certain guest present, and said loudly, "His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Bedrick!"

The latter was drinking tea happily, but when he heard this sentence, he was obviously surprised, and immediately couldn't hold back and started to spray violently.

Fortunately, the fat old man was well prepared. He took out his wand, and the mercury flying all over the sky disappeared instantly.

"Why don't I know?" Bedrick asked hastily, regardless of cleaning up the mess.

"Nonsense." Master Du Pont smiled helplessly. "This decision was just made by His Majesty this morning. The palace guards have been looking for you all morning and there is no sign of anyone. How could you know?"

He didn't care how Bedrick beat his chest and feet, turned his head and said to Li Cha: "Young man, you must be mentally prepared. This mediation may be complicated beyond imagination, and it can be regarded as a hard battle."

"Why do you say that?" The Lord Lord frowned.

This mediation is quite important to him, because the outcome of the war is still peace, which will directly affect Gaoshanbao.

Listening to this meaning, it is obviously not too optimistic.

"Because there will be four parties participating in this negotiation." The fat old man snapped his fingers one by one, "Stuart, Pompeii, San Jose, and the Church of the Holy Light all have different ideas, which is already very complicated."

"In addition, Pompeii is the descendant of the rebel Nero, and Stuart and San Jose both claim to be the orthodox descendants of the ancient human empire, and have traditionally been at odds with each other."

"Then do you have any suggestions?" the lord asked.

"Play as actively as possible." Master Du Pont touched his double chin. "Although Prince Schmidt is very mature and prudent, it is almost impossible to make any mistakes. But if the situation is not good, it is best not to rely on him to move back."