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But even a fool can tell that this is not a suggestion at all, but a blatant threat. They would rather burn it all than donate it for free.

"Very good! Very good! I misunderstood you!" Erebeth was obviously about to be mad with anger, turned around and left without saying a word, and didn't even stay for a second.

Looking at her slightly slender back, Zhang Cheng rubbed his chin and muttered to himself: "Being irritated so easily? No wonder few paladins can persevere to the end. It is too easy to fall into darkness."

"Master, do you need me to send someone to continue to stimulate her, so that she will lose her mind earlier?" the old housekeeper asked meaningfully.

"No, there is no need. Her depravity is inevitable, it is an arrangement of fate, and there is no escape at all. What we have to do is wait, wait patiently. But before that, I don't mind giving that idiot Lord Nasir Take a look. How dare you hit me? I really don’t know how to write the word dead. Go, find a few people to spread rumors in the city, saying that the plague is actually because he offended the goddess of plague and disease. Once he dies Then the plague will stop immediately." Zhang Cheng sneered and issued an extremely sinister order.

You must know that if this rumor spreads, Lord Nasir will not be able to explain it clearly even if he has a hundred mouths.

In addition, he ordered the blockade of the city and completely isolated each area. He has offended too many people. It won't take long for this bottom-up anger to completely tear it apart, let alone continue to rule Neverwinter. , It is hard to say whether he can live until the end of the plague.

"Ah! This is really a wonderful idea! I can already see Lord Nasir's rule being overthrown, and you will become the new ruler of this city." The old butler put his hand on his chest and bowed, his tone expressed strong expectations.

"Oh, maybe."

Zhang Cheng did not say that he never planned to rule the city, but only used the people in the city as pawns and consumables for a huge experiment.

After the experiment is over, it is not certain whether the city and its residents will exist.

……

At the same time, Mandan, who was hiding under the cemetery, was concentrating on placing a freshly buried corpse on the dissection table.

Just when he was about to wake it up and transform it into an undead, the half-orc guard Gromin suddenly ran in and shouted bloody: "Master! It's not good! Some mysterious guys came outside! They Controlling the zombies, skeletons, and mummies you awakened seems to be planning to do something."

"Huh? Controlled the undead I made!" Mandan's eyes lit up.

Because anyone who can control the undead is either a powerful mage or a priest of the evil camp.

No matter which one it is, it will help his research to a certain extent, and even greatly speed up the progress.

Without any hesitation!

After making some preparations, Mandan left the hidden underground laboratory and headed towards the other side's area led by the orc guard Gromin.

He didn't realize the huge conspiracy behind this terrible plague, let alone what a powerful and dangerous race he was about to deal with.

Chapter 9 The Power of Rumors

Rumors are the most effective, despicable, vicious and cheapest smear tactics in the world.

Especially when it is aimed at a person, it can always produce unimaginable and terrifying power. It can even turn the black into white, and then smear the white into black, until the person who is rumored has a mental breakdown and a strong suicide impulse.

In fact, since the channels for people to receive information are not really in their own hands, they are easily fooled and actively become spreaders and accomplices of rumors.

But unfortunately, in Faerun Continent, no one really realized the power of rumors, so when there were rumors in the city that Lord Nasir had caused the plague, the soldiers responsible for maintaining order didn't pay much attention.

After all, this plague is so terrible, and almost everyone has lost one or two relatives and friends. It is completely reasonable to vent their dissatisfaction with the ruler.

However, within a few days, the scope of the rumor spread became larger and larger, and more and more people participated in the discussion, and the attitude of the citizens began to become strange.

It was not until one day that a little boy threw a stone and hit Lord Nasir on the head who was out to inspect the situation of the people, causing fierce conflicts between the people and the guards, that the rulers of Neverwinter realized the seriousness of the problem.

Immediately afterwards, the bishop and paladin of Tire, the god of justice, tried to explain to the angry people that those rumors were not true at all.

But it's too late!

With the secret fuel of Zhang Cheng's sect, the already precarious situation suddenly blew up.

In the end, the poor Lord Nasir couldn't even control the location of the city center, so he could only hide in the castle and close the gate, hoping that Waterdeep City would find out the antidote as soon as possible, and then calm down the public anger and resume rule.

But he didn't know that when he entered the castle to cut off contact with the outside world, a terrible purge broke out in the Black Lake area.

Tiefling Jesse from the Beggar's Nest led his assassins, and with the help of the sewers extending in all directions, sneaked into the homes of the believers of the God of Justice or the hardcore supporters of Lord Nasir, and mercilessly wiped out the roots.

When all the dust settled, Zhang Cheng no longer concealed his identity as the underground king of the Beggar's Nest, and at the same time held a party in the name of Mandaen, with the purpose of electing a new ruler of Neverwinter.

His excuse was very simple, it was the content of the rumors. By the way, he also pointed out that Lord Nasir who was hiding in Neverwinter Castle was an out-and-out scum. city.

As a responsible and compassionate nobleman, he is willing to donate all the food in the warehouse to ensure that every family will have at least one meal a day.

have to say!

Spreading rumors to seriously injure opponents, and then attracting stupid people through a large number of seemingly selfless donations, this shameless routine is about to be played by politicians, but every time it is used, countless people will buy it.

The result was no surprise, a boy who appeared to be only 13 years old was elected by everyone to be the new Lord of Neverwinter.

As for poor Nasir, of course he was ruthlessly abandoned. Even more than half of the guards turned on the spot and were no longer willing to support him.

For ordinary people facing the double threat of plague and hunger, whoever can provide food and antidote will choose who will rule them.

Therefore, under Zhang Cheng's willful ignorance, the sect that believed in him secretly expanded rapidly, and in just half a month, it actually included more than half of the entire city's population, and even began to continuously squeeze the survival of the God of Justice Tyre Church. space.

In the end, an expulsion statement jointly signed by nobles, merchants, and citizens was sent to Lord Nasir who was hiding in Neverwinter Castle.

The famous adventurer and outstanding warrior in the past, picked up the parchment scroll from beginning to end with trembling hands, then slammed the table fiercely, roaring furiously: "Bastard! Traitor! How dare they! This I built the city with my own hands! No one can take it from me! Army! Where is my army? I will suppress the rebellion! I will arrest them all and hang them all!"

"Hanging? Are you going to hang more than half of the city's population? It's not us who betrayed this city! It's you! Look at your appearance now, where is there a little bit of courage that was not afraid of hardships back then. From the plague Since the outbreak, I have been hiding like a coward. Neverwinter does not need such a lord, we need a leader who can truly lead us out of pain and despair." The envoy representing Zhang Cheng raised his chin high, his tone full of scorn.

"Lord Nasir has been trying to get rid of the plague! He sent a request to Waterdeep City for help, and the archmages will soon find out the antidote." Standing aside, Erebes couldn't help standing up to defend the object of his allegiance.

"Sorry, ma'am, we can't wait that long. In addition, there is another thing I need to officially inform you. This city will no longer believe in the god of justice, Tyre, and you and your god have also been expelled. "The envoy sneered and said something that made many people present angry.

It is very embarrassing to know that a god is expelled from a certain place, and it might trigger a series of chain reactions.

"Are you serious?" A gray-bearded bishop stood up and asked loudly.

The envoy nodded without hesitation: "That's right! This is the will of all the people of Neverwinter! You have failed this city! You have failed the citizens who live here! Now, we don't need you anymore! Please leave!"

"Very good! I promise you will regret your stupid decision today!" The bishop jumped out of his mouth word by word, exuding powerful holy energy all over his body.

"Regret? No! The only thing we regret is that we didn't get rid of you incompetent people earlier! I have delivered the statement. Please leave the territory of Neverwinter within a month and bid farewell."

After all, the messenger turned and walked out of the castle gate with his head held high.

Through the long corridor, one could vaguely hear the enthusiastic cheers of the people waiting outside, as if they had won a big victory.

"Damn! Why did things become like this?" Lord Nasir kicked the table over, his eyes were bloodshot.

He couldn't believe why he, who was loved by the people, suddenly suffered hostility from the people, and was even reduced to the point of being expelled.

"Calm down, my friend, there must be some kind of conspiracy behind this matter, don't we still have a month? Just use this month to completely solve the plague, and then investigate this boy named Benny to find out what he is Who is it, is there a demon or devil from the lower plane behind it."

"Yes! We must solve the plague first! Prove that we are not incompetent people!"

"I'll personally go to Waterdeep City to see how far the antidote has been developed."