Is the Evil God Me?

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A promised land, a city on a hill.

This is a familiar dream for people in mainland China, and I don’t know which church came up with the first to fool believers, but these guys are also sensible and did not dare to say that they will be endorsed by the righteous gods, or they are afraid that they will be arrested when they go out suddenly. Thunder struck to death. Later, I found out that all the churches played this way, and the copyright disputes between the churches during that time could be said to have almost failed to break each other's dog head.

Religion after all.

It was established when the world's first liar met the first fool.

After two consecutive important figures made cryptic statements, everyone felt that it was no big deal to invest some resources for this channel or a way back.

People were toasting.

Respect the transcendent righteous god, the royal authority, and each other.

In the process of sipping wine, these elites with a flexible moral bottom line, their raised lips represent that they have thought of some more interesting ways to play. It's just that their stupid Gao En allies, I don't know if they have thought of this, there are many people here who have in-laws with high-ranking people on Gao En's side.

But so what?

As long as the starting price is given, anything can be sold.

In the far south, according to the data, the types of metals produced are even more complete than those in the mainland, and the output is completely limited by the local labor level. Many places even use the primitive and dangerous and extremely efficient method of burning ore. Complete and high-quality mineral resources have always been one of the important materials that Far South sent back to the mainland from the sea of ​​plank roads.

The fertile Great Plains and convenient waterways, while spawning a large number of indigenous rebels, also showed its value in agriculture and transportation. Starting from the ice-free port in the far south, you can directly cut into the three vast seas of the plank road, the Foehn sea, and the boundless ocean. With the help of ocean currents, the fleet can not only save fuel, but also quickly cut into the inland sea to suppress the fleet of the enemy country.

In the Continental War, the fleet of the Twin Enforcement Alliance did just that, confining the huge and advanced fleet of Hopps to the transport channel and not daring to move.

Any soldier understands how important military mobility is.

An army without mobility is not called an army, it should be called a lamb to be slaughtered, and its morale will quickly collapse in the process of being beaten and unable to fight back.

Therefore, the Far South Continent is really important.

There are also disadvantages to it.

Due to the temperature difference caused by the Foehn Sea and the agitation of ocean currents, the Far South Continent is often subject to natural disaster-level hurricanes passing by. The power and scale of such hurricanes are not so common on the mainland side. On average, there are more than a dozen hurricanes a year, each of which can swept across the border. Every time the governors' hearts bleed, their assets are wiped away by the strong winds.

However, it is believed that as a large amount of reinforced concrete is put into use, such losses will be gradually reduced in the future.

Hopps' interests in the Far South have now fallen into the hands of Gao En and Albion. In the entire Far South, only Roman is still guarding a piece of territory.

The country above the permafrost seems to be slow in this continental war.

Like a dying old man.

If the Roman Kingdom is really dying, then the place in the far south should obediently let it go. The war has just ended, and it is not easy to do anything, but after a few years of recuperation, some small vassal countries are willing to go to the stone that is full of boulders to ask for directions for the master.

Emiste admired these nobles with eager expressions and some fantasies about the future. The aura full of desire made the lady in the moonlight look mysterious and distant, as if she did not belong here at all.

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Lynn ran out for a walk in order to clean up his mood, but he walked briskly on the field under the moonlight and ran out for a distance unconsciously, and he could only use his own bus No. 11 to run back to the camp.

This back and forth made Lynn scolded himself for being stupid.

I've been riding a horse since I knew it.

His riding skills are mediocre, but his friendly aura can make the animals get close to him. Like Lynn's ability to learn how to ride so quickly, in addition to his docile mare, he is also close to him. Affinity and breath. Before the little gentleman returned to the camp, he was still thinking about the information about the angel, and accidentally bumped into a sneaky figure.

sherlock.

Lynn lowered his body subconsciously, took out the concealment skills he learned in the [Suppression Bureau], and restrained the natural spiritual fluctuations. I met Sherlock again. These frequent encounters made Lynn no longer feel any surprise. Autumn Hunting is such a big place, and it is understandable to meet Sherlock, a hunter. Of course, it is more likely to be You will meet the mandarin ducks who are fighting in the field.

If you are not careful, it will be like walking into the university grove by mistake~www.wuxiamtl.com~ will startle a lot of panicked mandarin ducks~~

Sherlock was sneaking around, and Lynn also probed his head, and he subconsciously followed behind Mr. Detective. But soon, the little gentleman slapped himself on the head, what was he doing? The instinct of the teenager to help the days of stealing chickens and dogs was triggered all of a sudden.

It's just right to scold him for being a stalker yourself. He is the law enforcer of the [Suppression Bureau], and it is normal to find trouble with the members of the [Fate Organizing Bureau].

Lynn complained to himself and stood up with his head held high.

But Sherlock had disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the big detective disappeared near the camp like a nimble pug, and the speed was jaw-dropping. Lynn couldn't help scratching his head, looked around and found nothing, and decided to look at the place where Sherlock disappeared.

Nothing but a cuff peg that Sherlock must have lost.

Looking at the worthless gadget in his hand, Lynn carefully recalled what Sherlock was tracking just now. At least from my own perspective, there was nothing nearby at that time, only Sherlock's figure. Lynn couldn't help but have some thoughts. Sherlock wasn't catching an affair just now, was it?

Really don't say it!

Detective, from the birth of this profession to the future, it has a business that has been passed down from generation to generation, that is, catching cheating.

Empty, lonely and cold ladies with incapable husbands cheating is almost a sure thing, and gentlemen with possessive and controlling desires often hire detectives to find out for themselves whether their wives are unfaithful or not. Disputes of this kind are not uncommon in various entertainment newspapers.

only……

Does Sherlock like this one too? He is considered a famous detective, isn't he afraid of being despised by his iceberg assistant?