Chapter 346 Molten Iron Barrier

Evander's business skills are astounding.

In the next two months, New Green Marsh Town and the entire delusion land developed rapidly. All resources were fully mobilized by this young man from Yungang, and he himself worked so hard that it was heartbreaking.

During the day, he was running around here and there, and he was often not idle at night. Ron had seen the lights in his room brightly lit all night several times. Early the next morning, reports that had been refined into idiot versions would be compiled. Neatly placed on Ron's desk.

For a politician, this may not be a good thing, as it will make them feel that they are losing control of power; but for Ron, this can save him a lot of time for alchemical experiments and arcane research.

Carlos and Constance had complained to Ron about some things about Evandell, but mostly the reason was that this young man had to personally intervene in almost all administrative matters. The two people who had seen the Rose Council's behavior since they were young regarded this as arbitrary, but on the other hand, they had to admit that Evander's work efficiency was very high.

"He can do the work of five people by himself, but how long can he continue like this?" Later, Constance, who had become accustomed to Evandell's style, had given up the power to directly persuade Ron to dismantle him, and Instead, he became worried about the young man's health.

"Recently, Constance has been talking to me about you again." Early in the morning, Ron, who usually went to the office first to handle official duties, met Evandel again head-on with a stack of documents. "How much sleep have you spent these days?" Whether there are elves or not is a question, right?”

"You are joking," Evandell's eyes looked much sunken than when Ron first met him, but he still kept his spirits up, "I am a person with shame etched on my face. I must wash away my shame." The stigma, the regaining of honor, is just a little bit of work, it’s nothing.”

"Only living people can wash away the stigma, not those who die from overwork." Ron let him in. "I read your report yesterday. We have established a trade route with Yungang? The Bengson family also agreed. This matter?"

"The current rotating governor of Yungang is a member of the Milkwei family. He belongs to the 'shore faction' and prefers to actively exchange supplies with other forces to feed back their exploration in the ocean," Evandel explained, "On the other hand, changes in the northern climate have caused turbulence in ocean currents, and fisheries in the offshore and offshore areas have been more or less affected. The Bengtsen family must compromise if they still want to maintain their status."

Evander said mockingly: "Those pirates value money more than anything else. In order to protect their interests from losses, even if you ask them to come over and apologize to you, they are probably willing to do so."

"Just let me handle the details of this matter. You are from Yungang after all," Ron nodded and looked at the documents held by Evander, "What are these?"

"These are trade agreements between several members of the city-state alliance. These are investigation reports on nearby natural resources. These are..." Evandell sat down opposite Ron and handed over the documents one by one like a treasure trove. Finally, his hand Stopping at a document marked with red ink, "There is also this one. Although logically this should not trouble you, I think it is necessary to give it to you before giving it to Miss Victoria."

"What is it?" Ron took this special document, which seemed to be a transcript of a letter. "Since it is a letter to Victoria, why not just give it to her directly? We have no requirement to censor letters. ”

"Normal letters naturally do not need to be censored," Evander grinned upon hearing this, "but this letter is different. It comes from the 'Molten Iron Barrier' cult."

"'Molten Iron Barrier'?" Ron's eyes fell on the signature of this long letter. The name was indeed written in Common Language, but what did it mean?

Evandell said it was a religious order, but Ron had never heard of such a god—and it didn’t sound like the title of a god.

"Molten Iron Barrier is not the name of a single god. Some pan-believers do not only believe in a specific god, but believe in a certain idea, creed or other things, so they will worship multiple gods at the same time. When there are more such believers , various 'Pantheons' came into being." Seeing Ron's confusion, Evandell explained.

"The Molten Iron Barrier is a typical example: believers in the cult believe in absolute order and fairness, and discipline, justice and logic are the things they strive for. They believe that carefully designed laws will create a reasonable class society, and legal leadership Those who are governed must be obeyed. The governed must fulfill their duties and the rulers must obey the law, otherwise they shall be replaced.”

"Haim is also one of the gods they believe in?"

"That's right," Evander nodded. "The letter said that they seemed to have heard some kind of oracle and needed to come to Miss Victoria for confirmation - of course, you have the final say here, if you don't want Miss Victoria to see Their words are a matter of words.”

"I don't understand, why should I reject them?" Ron didn't think there was anything special about this matter. Victoria was a native of Frome, and becoming the priest of Heim was a complete coincidence. If her Someone in the organization is looking for her. This should certainly be good news... right?

"It seems you don't know much about molten iron barriers," Evander nodded. "As I said just now, they believe in order, but the problem is, it's too orderly!"

"These people are simply moralists! If they see that there are so many... so many diverse races in your territory, they will definitely go crazy!"

"I am not their believer, can they discipline me?"

"That's the problem. Although you are not their believer, Miss Victoria is," Evander said quickly, "If they only come with a few judges and priests as written in the letter, they will definitely not dare to interfere with you, but this will not prevent them from dealing with Miss Victoria! Mixed with kobolds, goblins, dhammys, and orcs, their conclusion will definitely not be much better."

"If they really make a judgment, can you just sit back and watch?"

"What if there is a conflict? Are we going to go to war with the entire cult?"

"Then according to what you said, can't we just not meet?" Ron was so confused by what he said, but he had to start thinking about it seriously. In the previous life, someone could ask "How many divisions does God have", but here... the gods of various worlds can gather together to form a division!

"That's not good either," the newly appointed civil servant knocked on the table, "Sir Ron, you don't want to be labeled as a lord who 'rejects order', right?"

"Then what do you think we should do? Should we meet them or not?"

Evander was silent for a moment, then said, "Sir, although I have not dealt with this before, based on similar thorny matters, I have an immature suggestion: should we meet,"

"Or not. Or, not here."