I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

the dark god is angry

"My lord, don't you think it's a little outrageous?"

"The fairy witch left the magic item bestowed by the God of Light to the princess, and left the country by herself. I also asked the queen specifically, and she said that their royal family does not have any gods or churches."

"Why did the fairy witch do this? She is already the godmother of the princess, so the next thing to do is to let the future queen lead the country to become believers in light?"

In order to change the subject, Fran had to move closer to the talkative magic mirror, talking non-stop in the carriage.

She avoided the question about the shadow, even though she clearly read the statement in his eyes that "the shadow you said was me".

The Dark God's eyes had wandered away from her at this moment, staring at the carvings inside the carriage, wondering what he was thinking.

Fran didn't expect him to give any constructive insights, and continued: "It's good news for you that the fairy witch is not in this country. As for the location of the magic props, I also have an idea."

He only turned his head to look at her when he heard the word "magic prop".

Fran showed a somewhat smug smile: "Queen Valman said that what her fairy godmother used to do most often was to comb her long hair in a certain place, and this place is..."

"Tower." The Dark God spoke out a word calmly.

The smile on her face immediately vented: "You already know?"

After knowing the location of the tower and combining with the scene she saw in the magic mirror last night, she can basically be sure.

It's just that apart from the towers in the palace, she doesn't know whether there are other towers in other parts of the country for the time being.One of the purposes of her going out is also to confirm.

"Only that place is protected by light magic." His eyes turned to a certain direction.

Even through the carriage and the thick curtains, Fran could still tell that the direction the Dark God was looking at was the tower next to the palace.

Well, the location is fully confirmed.

"So you went out last night to investigate the ups and downs of this country?" Fran asked.

It turned out that when she was asleep, the Dark God had already searched for magic props on his own, which made her feel very relieved.

Well done!

"You're doing pretty well."

These two compliments are almost the same, one comes from Fran's heart, and the other comes from the expressionless Dark God.

This made Fran blink her eyes in surprise, but she couldn't tell whether it was a taunt or a compliment from a god to the believers who worked hard to find the soul fragments for him.

—You were sleeping while I searched outside, and you were doing just fine.

——It only took you a day to find the magic item, which is not bad.

Look, if you don't guess carefully about the same words, you can't hear the difference at all.

"Believers who have grown up in this country have not been able to name a location."

As soon as these words came out, Fran immediately realized that he was really praising her.

It's just that the pious believer outside who can't get into the carriage is pitiful as a negative example.

"It's just a bottle of magic potion. He betrayed his fairy godmother. The human beings brought up by the fairy under that guy's hands are really humble." He commented.

"That's not an ordinary magic potion, it's a magic potion I made myself." Fran corrected, "As I said, my lord, the human pursuit of beauty is unimaginable."

She knew that he was belittling the God of Light, but could she not include her medicine...

The carriage stopped suddenly.

Not long after, the noble woman solemnly knocked on the car window.

"My lord, there are people delivering things ahead, there are too many people queuing up, and the carriage can't pass."

The Dark God glanced at Fran, apparently asking her to deal with such trivial matters.

"Send something? What is it?" Fran asked.

"It's a comb. It's said to be a comb with magic." After a while, the woman seemed to have made a special investigation before returning to answer.

She naturally thought that this question was also meant by Lord Dark God, so she naturally had to figure it out before answering.

The pigeon blood-like red eyes raised disdainfully, obviously expressing that he didn't care about such things at all.

Of course Fran understood.

But out of his contempt for her medicine, she curled up her lips maliciously and continued to pretend to ask: "My lord, what did you say?"

Seeing him frowning at her, she continued in surprise: "Did you say you want a comb too?"

"But...there are so many people queuing up, it will take a lot of time." Fran hesitated for a moment, and her voice suddenly increased, "No matter how long the line is?!"

The aristocratic woman outside the carriage didn't feel that anything was wrong. In her opinion, all the demands of Lord Dark God had his reasons.

Their believers just have to follow suit.

"I'll send someone to line up right away, sir, please wait."

God's word is everything.

The footsteps outside the carriage were hurried, and it was obvious that the woman was trotting to arrange people to line up regardless of her wide round dance skirt.

As soon as the footsteps went away, under the eyes of the dark god, Fran said calmly: "Queen Valman assured me that her hair is of value, and the production of mane combs is controlled by her alone, so She won't act like giving away a mane comb for free. What's happening outside is not reasonable, what if my business loses money, so I want to see."

While the god was still waiting to see how Fran, who teased her like this, was going to end, the next second, she had changed her face and began to analyze it seriously.

However, changing face too quickly seems to be not tolerated by the gods.

In Fran's eyes, the eyes of the God of Darkness sitting across from her became colder and colder, like a night mixed with a storm, without any warmth.

"I don't like being teased."

It's over, the Dark God is angry.

……

"Then you go and have a look."

Fran, who was driven out of the carriage by the Dark God with a single sentence, didn't feel too sad.

After all, she was not devout enough to blame herself to the point of cutting herself open just because of a word from God.

Seeing her leave the carriage, the aristocratic woman didn't ask any further questions. From her point of view, everything was God's will.

Fran took the mane comb that she got in line from her, and observed it carefully for a while, and found that there was nothing different from the mane comb bought yesterday except for the wooden handle, which was a bit out of workmanship.

"Master Fran, aren't you going to get in the car?" the noblewoman asked.

"I'll come down to get some air, you guys continue on your way," Fran replied.

The noblewoman was quiet for a second, then asked hesitantly, "Is this also the will of the Dark God?"

Fran looked at her hesitant expression, but didn't understand what was wrong with her words.

But soon, the noble woman hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't question your decision-making. I am the eldest daughter of Commander Pillman in this country. You can call me Anna Sui. If you need me, you can go to my castle to find me. I My father and I always obey the orders of Lord Dark God, may the Dark God bless you."

What Anna Sui didn't tell Fran was that the purpose of her coming out this time was that the adults asked her to come to the palace to pick up Fran.

She hesitated because people kept going and left halfway.

Of course, Fran didn't know what Anna Sui was thinking at the moment. Her mind was full of this believer being the daughter of the country's commander in chief.

No wonder the God of Light couldn't bear it. As long as the god wanted to, he could use these believers to pierce the country one by one.

After getting the comb, Fran found the nearest shop directly under the Queen that sold mane combs.

As Empress Valerman said, she did strictly control the output of mane combs, and even those traders who resell them would be punished if they were found.

"We will strictly record those who buy mane combs in large quantities." Knowing that Fran is a guest of the Queen, the manager of the store also revealed the details, "The stores are interoperable, as far as I know , no one has ordered such a large quantity of combs recently. And I am sure that no store will release so many combs to unknown customers in one go."

During the communication with the store manager, Fran realized that the production of goods is one thing, and the sales and planning of goods are another.

After returning to the country, after managing the fields and producing these magic potions, she also has to learn her business strategy from the queen.

"And this comb has nothing to do with the Queen." The shop manager confirmed after checking the comb, "Because the bristle comb is too easy to counterfeit, in order to prevent counterfeiting and framing the efficacy of the product, each of our combs has a Number, there is only a strange pattern on this comb. Are you sure the person who gave you the comb said that this is a mane comb containing precious hair?"

After careful inspection of Fran, she found that, as this person said, on the handle of the bristle comb, there was only a pattern resembling a small wing, without any number.

Ansuna's original words were "a comb with magic", not "a comb with the queen's magic".

Sending combs in a country that mainly sells combs is the same as delivering fruit at the door of a fruit shop.

Excessive but not illegal. BaN

Is she really worrying too much?

On the way back to the palace, Fran, who was walking slowly, went through some things the store manager said to her in her mind, waiting to go back and write them down in a small notebook.

Two people in robes and caps brushed past Fran.

"If it wasn't for the power of darkness coming again, how could the Lord God give you this chance to make up for it?"

Fran stopped in response.

If there is no mistake, these two people are accompanied by the power of light magic.

How to identify the lesson of light magic, she had learned it from the dark god teacher very early.

Is it a fairy witch?

dark magic...

Did the God of Light already know about the resurrection of the God of Darkness?

Seeing the two "people" walking towards the palace, Fran turned her head.

——That was the direction she was coming from, and it was also the direction the dark god's chariot was leaving.

After hesitating again and again, Fran hurried back along the road she had come.

Hey, who told her to be a responsible believer.