Chapter 500 Law-abiding Citizen Yang
Yang Qiu could certainly understand the national team's stance and concerns.
After all… if he really wanted to become a god, then how long “Lord Yang”, who had abandoned his human identity, could endure the control of the national team was a very mysterious matter…
It is easy to understand how to transform deification into becoming an emperor in the feudal era, and transform "Lord Yang" into a time traveler who possesses a unique portal of travel and uses the national team to compete for supremacy in the world.
Lord Yang, who controls the only channel of communication with the other world, if he is as enthusiastic about becoming an emperor and having many descendants as the time traveler with the portal, would he be willing to tolerate the national team's interference in his "imperial power"?
These shrewd people in China are obviously not so naive.
Although Yang Qiu had successfully completed the national team's previous attempts, such as striving for control of electricity, taking over local government affairs, intervening in civil servant training, and supporting indigenous people with ideals to take office as much as possible - completely giving up power - who can tell whether this was "when Wang Mang was humble and had not yet usurped the throne"?
The national team knew very well that they could not really control Yang Qiu fundamentally, but they did not give up their efforts - Zhao Zhenzhen, who always followed the pace of the undead army and kept a close eye on him, actually stayed in Dutata City this time instead of following them into Tachia Territory. This was another signal released by the expert group.
Political Commissar Zhao focused his energy on observing Kingsley and establishing contact with him.
Obviously, the national team was prepared that if "something unexpected happened" and Yang Qiu himself caused the national team to lose contact with the other world, there would be a high-level spellcaster like Kingsley who had decent character and not too bad morals to protect the two basic bases of Innadri and Adler, and even slightly contain the plan of "Lord Yang"...
At the same time... he was also waiting for a response from "Lord Yang".
If Yang Qiu turns a blind eye and avoids talking about it, then the national team will have a clue.
Zhao Zhenzhen was actually very happy to see Yang coming to talk to her formally this morning.
Political Commissar Zhao believed in her own eyesight, but she also knew very well that for someone like Lord Yang, whose origins, past, and identity were unknown and who had lived for hundreds of years, it would not be difficult for him to deceive everyone if he really wanted to disguise himself, so she actually did not have much confidence in her heart...
At this moment, Yang spoke out his own words. Even though Political Commissar Zhao was not worried that her heartbeat and breathing rate would reveal her emotions (the undead body had this convenience), she still became nervous - she herself didn't feel anything, but the murderous aura all over her body made Yang Qiu look embarrassed.
"Since you've said that...why not tell us the truth?" Zhao Zhenzhen, who looked murderous, managed to speak in a half-joking tone, "Our compatriots from the motherland have become gods in another world. Who wouldn't be proud to tell others about this?"
Yang Qiu laughed: "Come on, you are still proud...Ms. Zhao, I am Chinese."
The dangerous aura that Zhao Zhenzhen unconsciously exuded paused slightly.
"What is God to us Chinese people?" Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Spiritual symbol? Don't be ridiculous, our ancestors may not believe in it. If you say it is a cultural symbol, it is slightly in line with social values. But if you look deeper, God is actually just a tool in the eyes of us Chinese people."
The so-called gods and deities... in the Chinese cultural circle, from ancient times to the present, from "if you believe in them, they exist" to "if you don't believe in them, they don't exist", are indeed a long way from " the gods are sacred and inviolable" and "the gods cannot be blasphemed".
This characteristic... can be seen in the literary and artistic works of ancient Chinese people. In that era of "respecting ghosts and gods", Chinese cultural people dared to boldly use fabricated stories about supernatural powers to play with satirical literature... The original "Journey to the West" in the distant past and the more recent "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" actually express the same meaning.
While Westerners also fabricated myths and created spiritual supports, and kept talking about "original sin", "the Lamb", and "redemption", and paid redemption money to the church in tears, the Chinese had already "built" a heavenly system on their own, with clear arrangements of which gods were in charge of which areas and what responsibilities they had to bear for the human world.
In this realm of fantasy and deification, the Chinese people have invented all kinds of tricks to fool ghosts and gods or to punish gods who don't work hard; for example, using glutinous rice cakes to cover the mouth of the Kitchen God to prevent him from making complaints, offering incense only after wishes come true, demolishing the Dragon King Temple if it doesn't rain, burning paper money to bribe the King of Hell and his ghosts to treat deceased relatives well... They have turned the lofty "spiritual sustenance" into a "tool for spiritual sustenance."
In the feudal era, Chinese people were pragmatic and focused on a "reward and punishment mechanism" in their beliefs. Yang Qiu, a modern man born in the 21st century, still pursued becoming a god as an ultimate goal. How stupid...
Zhao Zhenzhen, who was sitting steadily, looked unchanged, but the murderous aura that covered Yang Qiu's face had dissipated a lot without him noticing.
"I've already said it, let's be honest and speak frankly, without talking about useless things." Yang Qiu waved his hand and said with a little disdain, "It's already this time, I might as well tell you the truth... In fact, when I was able to return to Earth, I didn't even think about coming back."
"Huh?" Zhao Zhenzhen was stunned.
"The last time I was honest with you, I hid some things a little bit... Mainly because I was worried that the expert group behind you would know the truth and re-evaluate the value of investing in research on this alien world..." Yang Qiu smiled unkindly, "In fact, I was anchored by an ancient god of rules who might be very powerful, more powerful than the evil god you know. I had no choice but to return to this alien world, and I was forced to involve the Earth players and you."
Zhao Zhenzhen: “???”
Yang Qiu raised a finger, pointed it upwards, and said succinctly: "The ancient god of rules that anchored me was so powerful that he could drag me from Earth to this plane."
Zhao Zhenzhen took a breath of cold air.
"So now you understand, it's useless to hide on Earth. I can only face the threat of that bastard head-on, get as many anchor points as possible, and get promoted as soon as possible. It would be best to accumulate the power to fight back before the genuine messenger of that bastard shows up, and eliminate the influence of this bastard projected onto the material plane before being killed - this is the ultimate goal of all my efforts." Yang Qiu said straightforwardly.
Zhao Zhenzhen: “…”
"I have never considered the idea of becoming a god, where one's beliefs would kidnap one's followers and even one's self-awareness would be modified into the collective will and become a symbol of will." Yang Qiu spread his hands calmly, "Look, have I ever considered the Gold Coin Church as a competitor?"
Zhao Zhenzhen: “…”
"I was going to tell you about this later, but since the expert group can't wait, it doesn't matter if I tell you earlier..." Yang Qiu smiled unfriendly, "Anyway, you have already done billions of dollars of business with me, the expert group has invested tens of millions of dollars, and various project teams have been established. The business is so big, and no one can just call for a pause without an explanation to the higher-ups, right?"
Zhao Zhenzhen fell silent...
Political Commissar Zhao recalled that when Lord Yang first revealed his "non-NPC" identity, he used the description "just some powerful, extraordinary existence" to describe the True God. There was really not much respect in his tone, let alone yearning...
Zhao Zhenzhen raised her hand to support her forehead and said weakly, "Well... So, whether it's attacking cities and seizing territory, or planning to attack the Storm Church--"
"At the beginning, I just wanted to find something for the players and you guys to do." Yang Qiu responded, "Of course, I either don't do anything or do it seriously. Since my fate with this alien world is still there, and I have the opportunity to do something that I couldn't do before, I will just follow my heart and do what I should do... It can also be regarded as making up for the ignorance of my youth."
"You are so careless!" Zhao Zhenzhen roared, "You have caused so many big things with such a careless mentality. Have you ever thought about how many people you have affected?!"
"Calm down, Political Commissar Zhao. If I were someone with a strong obsession, I would have lost control long ago. You all know that the magic power of this alien world is poisonous." Yang Qiu stretched out his voice and said, "Look at the bright side. After I solve this mess, I can live on Earth in peace. People like me are also standard law-abiding citizens, which can save you some worries..."
"You are a law-abiding citizen, you are a piece of shit! How can we save our hearts when we see people illegally cross-border reselling shady food?! Do you know how many times the investigators you have been in contact with have received psychological counseling?"
"Hey, hey, that's not fair. Don't treat feed corn as food. Look at the bottom of this alien world. Is it the time to be picky about feed corn?"
“Shut up right there—!”
An hour later, Yang Qiu's projection clone left the City Hall and returned to the Lord's Mansion.
At this time, a half-built wizard tower had been erected in the Lord's Mansion of Dutata City... Kingsley had lived here for a long time, so he simply chose to build the wizard tower in the city.
Like Yang Qiu's wizard tower located in the city of Innadri, Kingsley was used to living in a spacious and convenient lord's mansion, so he didn't bother with the folding space in the wizard tower. As long as the tower body was built, the magic circle was set up, and a magic net was set up, it could be put into use.
When Yang Qiu controlled the projection and entered the room, the workers who were building the tower had just dispersed and left for lunch. Kingsley, with a happy face, was wandering around the construction site alone with his hands behind his back.
"Is the work done?" Kingsley turned around and greeted the projection person when he saw him come in.
"It's done. Where are those people?" Yang Qiu was referring to the four court mages who were guests at Dutata.
"The room on the far left of the third floor." Kingsley pointed in a direction and ignored his disciples. He walked into the tower with his hands behind his back to inspect the progress of his Mage Tower.
Yang Qiu did not disturb Kingsley who was full of eager anticipation, and walked into the big house.
Chief court mage Needham, illusionist Sadir, fire mage Lamantha, and wind mage Gloria have been visiting Kingsley for some time.
The original plan of these court wizards was to meet and discuss how to persuade the Rhine royal family to accept the defeat and then return to the capital to settle the royal family. However, they did not expect that the royal family had already made up their minds and supported Prince Andrew to inherit the throne in order to preserve the royal halo... So these four did not rush back.
Of course, the main reason is that these four are reluctant to go back and get involved in the royal infighting - little Andre, a prince who has no roots in the royal capital, is suddenly "airdropped" to the throne, and it is obvious that there will be commotion in the royal capital.
It was not convenient for Yang Qiu to go to the capital in person to support little Andre, so he set his sights on these four people.
He hoped that the Rhine royal family could quickly invite the "rescue" of the Norsk Federation, and preferably not delay it until the New Year... Otherwise, in order to save face, Innadri, Adler and Tachia would have to pay one more year's autumn tax to those guys who could do nothing but waste the finances, which was a shame just thinking about it.
