In the meantime, at a crucial meeting of the Floor Guardians. - Hmmm? Shalltear emerged from the portal and looked around the throne room. "Wasn't Lord Momonga summoning us? Or is he okay now? "No, Shalltear, I called you," Albedo replied, calmly swinging her wings back and forth, without even turning towards the last guest. The demoness's eyes were half-closed, and her gaze was fixed somewhere beyond the usual reality. - Hey! What? The vampiress frowned. - The fact that you are an Overseer does not yet give you the right to hold a general meeting for any reason! Especially in the throne room! Do you even know how difficult it is to do your hair before you can afford to appear in the eyes of the Overlord? Although, how do you know? Bloodfallen shook her hand dismissively. - You always walk without even moving your hair off your face. - Eheh ... - not anticipating anything good from the beginning of the meeting, held out Aura, Marais, on the other hand, hid behind his sister. "Your petty attacks don't bother me," Albedo said in a soft voice, continuing to blink happily. - They only prove that you are still a completely unreasonable child who rushes about and cannot find his place in the world in any way. Now, Demiurgeus also imperceptibly shivered, wondering if he acted so wisely, interrupting the work organized by order of Lord Momonga, for the sake of "an extremely important meeting." But Cocytus and Sebas did not budge, for, being extremely strong warriors, they had the same extremely strong stamina and willpower. - Ha, and you seem to know something about this? - Shalltear replied with superiority, walking with the grace of a true lady to the main company. - Role-playing games, as I said, able to make a relationship two hundred percent deeper and richer in terms of mutual pleasure. - Really? - For the first time, Albedo emerged from her serene state, glancing at her rival. - Oh yeah! - the vampire was already blatantly beaming with complacency. - When Vladyka and I went on a reconnaissance mission, it was so exciting, so passionate and wonderful ... We constantly held hands, I called him "dad", he stroked my head, and I spent the night in his arms ... - Bloodfallen closed her eyes and then shot her eyes at Albedo in a well-defined gesture. "What a pity that some horned individuals will never feel this. - T ... You will die, petty, dirty ... - a furious roar, originating in the demoness's chest, was about to break out in full force, shaking the walls of Nazarick, but at the last moment the girl pulled herself together and coughed into her fist with an extremely restrained look. "No matter what you say now, you've already lost, Shalltear," the warden said, diligently returning to the look of a winner. "Momonga-sama called me my beloved and gave me a ring!" - the aforementioned ring flashed expressively on the palm raised as a proof. - What? - all the gloss flew off the hostess of the first three floors overnight. - How can it be?! It's Ainz Ooal Gown's ring! Ring of Supreme Beings! Where did you steal it ?! Confess! "As I said, Lord Momonga himself gave it to me. Personally, - reveling in her triumph, the demoness said separately. - Oh, I get it! - there was a vampiress. - You must have thought it was a wedding ring! But this ring for moving between floors, the Master gave it to you, so you can do your job better and you messed things up! Ha, what else can you expect from someone with such a dubious shelf life ?! - How dare you, a can of preservatives ?! - the girl, offended in the best feelings, broke out. - So I guessed it! Shalltear grinned. - You invented everything, passing off wishful thinking! - Nothing like this! "Aura…" Demiurge turned to the dark elf. - Do not even ask! The second time I will not give in to it! - the kid recoiled. "In the end, if they kill each other, then Lord Momonga will only be mine, hehe," she added in a much quieter way, directing a little anticipatory glance at the disputants. - S-sister of the stra-and-ashnaya, - shared his observation with Sebas Marais. - Lady Albedo, Lady Shalltear, please forgive me, - the dragonoid butler decided to take the blow, - I value your company immensely, but I have to notice that we have a lot of work entrusted by the Lord, and we cannot just sit and listen to your ... discussion. Please forgive me again, but could you please clarify why this meeting is? - Sebas, as always, knew how to choose the right words and tune the interlocutors in the right way. Perhaps the reason for this was his Creator, who absorbed the best features of the Paladin and, to some extent, passed them on to his creation, or maybe the whole point was that he was forced to manage a large female collective. "Yes, that's right," Albedo came to her senses and meekly adjusted the folds on the dress, then turned to the audience, showing an ideal proud posture. - As you know, recently we realized that we have nothing to prove our loyalty to Vladyka, because of what he is forced to suffer, being in a shell that does not suit him. "Our shame," boomed Cocytus, bowing his head. "However," the Overseer continued, "even though this is really so, the Lord completely trusts us, moreover, only for our sake he stayed in Nazarick! "Ah, my beautiful lord is so kind to his servants," Shalltear sang in a gentle voice. - Yes,my , - the demoness threw another murderous glance at her friend, - the beloved Vladyka is generous and beautiful. And he told me that he simply had not yet had time to prepare everything necessary for his Rebirth. Moving to another world and the hassle involved is too time-consuming! And we are not competent enough to fully help him. An example of outstanding mediocrity Neuronist is not unique. The patience of the Lord is almost unlimited, but he has a limit. We have not yet proved that we are worthy of the Master's trust. But ... we must not be mistaken in our decisions, so as not to be rejected by his endless mercy. "But… what should we do? Cocytus was at a loss.
- This is obvious, - Demiurgus smiled slightly, adjusting his glasses with a reflex gesture, - if the world around him gives any inconvenience to the Lord, we will simply burn him and put him at His feet! - No, - Shalltear intervened in the conversation, frowning in puzzlement, - I also had the honor to talk with the Master, and once he raised just this topic. He does not want to subjugate or destroy this world, because it is too ... troublesome. He said that it is necessary to make sure that these lower beings themselves and voluntarily bring him what he needs. - But ... how to do it? Cocytus released a cloud of cold vapor from his breathing holes. - How can someone make us pay tribute if they are not conquered? "Indeed…" Aura was also puzzled. - Indeed, how ?! - the question caused a lively exchange of glances among the monsters, but no one had an answer. "Hmm," Demiurgus finally said, fingering his chin for a long time, "it seems like they bring such gifts to the ruler… But the master does not want to conquer the world… Hmm… Secret power? Intrigue? Creation of a religious cult? - Um ... the Vladyka said something that we would do or give people something useless for us, and in return they would give us what we needed ... - added Shalltear to her speech, unfortunately, at the time of the conversation with the Vladyka she was a little in a state to thoroughly memorize every word. - Sure! - Demiurge hit his palm with his fist. - The Lord is the True God of Death, and therefore he must be worshiped! How could I not have guessed before, he himself gave me the prisoners from the Theocracy, so that they would tell me about everything, including their faith and the principles of its operation! The Lord is truly the Greatest of the Supreme Beings - he thought everything over two ... no, five steps forward! "Fine, Demiurgus," Albedo perked up. - Then be sure to do this research! Present the results to me immediately ... an exception, only if at this moment I am in the Master's chambers ... mrrr ... If necessary, you can use any resources! We must show Lord Momonga how hard we work in his Name! - Of course, I'll start immediately! - the demon nodded and hastened to take his leave. The main purpose of the meeting was completed, Albedo said that the Lord did not doubt them at all, but this did not mean that they began to consider themselves worthy of His grace, and therefore there was a lot of work ahead. In addition, the demon's powerful mind had already identified one problem that even he did not want to face. And therefore ... - And now, Aura,my beloved Sovereign, "Albedo, who has perfect hearing, asked deceptively softly. - Yes, something about the fact that you want to put your little hands on my beloved Vladyka, - the vampiress echoed her, also not complaining about hearing. "… You need to retreat as quickly as possible, before it's too late," Demiurge finished the thought, already rapidly moving away. He pulled Cocytus away with him - a strong warrior, in which case, he could calmly take on a stray blow, turn the discussion of these three into something more than a verbal squabble. But how the backs of Sebas and Marais were in front of him, the demon strategist found it difficult to answer. The next Floor Guardian Meeting has ended safely.
- Hmm ... - I looked gloomily at the scribbled sheet of paper on the table and thought a gloomy thought. "Are you unhappy, Momonga-sama?" - Aura babbled in embarrassment, even dropping her ears a little with excitement. - With this it will be difficult to organize an imperceptible observation, - I state the results of familiarization with the list provided by the elf. The joint menagerie of Aura and Marais was good, no doubt about it, but that was the problem. Among the heap of the most exotic animals from the category of "hunt-collector's dream", well, or a ranger, if you translate into Yggdrasil terms, there was practically no one who could pass themselves off as the natural fauna of the middle zone. - Forgive-and-it, - the girl in the boy's costume lowered her head guiltily, naturally burning with shame. - A ... Mmm ... - Marais muttered indistinctly, but then stopped short, not illusory, taking upon himself the entirety of his sister's sense of guilt. - Yes, Marais, speak, - I encouraged the elf. - Do you have an idea? - in principle, a backup option with the fact that he, like a druid, subjugates the animals in the forest and organizes searches for them by forces, has not gone anywhere after Aura's report, but will this idea come to the mind of the younger twin? - M-can ... T-I mean, I can try to tame eagles and other birds, so that they k-circled by the forest and reported on everything unusual. The eagles see far away and can detect the approach of enemies in advance ... P-sorry, - the guy was completely effaced. "Good idea," I reply to the elf with pleasant surprise. Birds did not occur to me, or rather, they were spinning in my thoughts only as part of forest observation, and not long-range aerial reconnaissance. - Really? The druid looked up with timid hope and timid joy. Damn, he still needs to be ordered to change his clothes, otherwise from this permanent embarrassment and timidity even sneaks through me, despite the state of the undead and the understanding that he is never a girl. Only now ... how will he react to the order to change clothes given to him by his beloved creator? - Yes, this is a really good idea, only ... - I thoughtfully drummed my fingers on the tabletop, remembering the couple of mean pictures that told about the enemy. "Those who need to be found are unlikely to look suspicious. A small group of a dozen people, in assorted clothing and armor. Considering that there is a large city nearby with a branch of the guild of adventurers, a lot of such motley companies can walk around. All hope is that they will move in the direction of Nazarick or the village of Karn - other leads we have ... My speech was interrupted by a knock on the door. Shizu Delta, who was on duty with me today (even curiously, are they drawing lots or the queue is distributed according to the results of the women's vote?) Immediately went to the exit and, looking outside, indifferently reported: - The Guardian of the Seventh Floor Demiurge has appeared for you to report. "Okay, let him come in," I ordered, at the mention of the demon, involuntarily remembering another urgent task, namely, where could I get a six-year-old child as an advisor and advisor on adequacy? After all, if you entrust such a task to these figures, they will slaughter his entire village, kill his parents in front of him and drag him to me only after they have trained him to "behave appropriately in the presence of a Supreme Being." Moral trauma and mental deviations are guaranteed. Well, will it make sense to me in such an advisor? Zero efficiency. With the last thought, something was wrong, but what exactly, I did not have time to figure out - a demon entered the office.
"I hope I didn't interfere with anything important?" If so, I humbly ask you to forgive my importunity. "Noticing the twin elves, the strategist bowed elegantly, flashing his glasses. - No, Demiurgus, we were just discussing the topic where Aura and Marais might need your advice, - and I, in short, but without missing important details, like the need to maintain secrecy and at the same time the absence of casualties among the civilian population (and this is important! witnesses - no problem!), brought the chief strategist of Nazarick up to date. "What an interesting task…" The guard lifted his chin thoughtfully. - With limited forces, without the personal participation of the Guardians and the most valuable representatives of Nazarick, in unfamiliar territory, to calculate a small group of saboteurs, with a blurred search radius, which can be briefly described as "the vicinity of E-Rantel", and all this without knowing which side to wait for the appearance of the enemy ... - Well said, - I recognized the guy's ability to succinctly describe the immoderation of the bosses' wishes. "Thank you Momonga-sama! The demon made a respectful bow. - Do not hesitate, I will render all possible assistance to Aura and Marais, I already even have a few ideas! - W-we wanted to use it for bird reconnaissance, - timidly, but with visible interest (afraid that his idea is now wrapped up, since a much more venerable strategist has appeared?) The boy in a skirt spoke up. - Druidic forces, of course! - The demon immediately caught the thought. - Your joint ability with Aura in controlling animals will provide the widest range of possibilities. Now I have three more ideas on how to make the Master's wish come true! - Truth? - the elf slapped her multi-colored eyes in surprise. - I racked my head all night! "This is u-amazing," said Sister Marais in amazement. "Of course," Demiurgus adjusted his glasses with a satisfied smile. - After all, I am the chief strategist and tactician of Nazarick! I know forty-six techniques for reducing a seemingly infinite series of randomly generated probabilities to an admissible set of variables! However, my mind, undoubtedly, cannot be compared with the wisdom of the Greatest of the Supreme Beings! After all, the application of these techniques in practice for someone like me is still extremely difficult, and you, Lord Momonga, were able to calculate the appearance and approximate composition of this detachment by the mere effect of someone else's attempt to observe during the defeat of the Sunlight Scripture. I can only dream that someday I will reach such heights! - they bowed in my direction again, only now I felt myself being lowered into the toilet ... - Uh-uh ... - the elves in chorus expressed my own thought, although they expressed their amazement in censorship. "Why did you come, Demiurgus-san? - the one who obviously did not care about the announced capabilities was the android maid. She as she approached the table in the inaudible shadow of a guest, and stood until curiosity completely sorted out. Though what is it to her? She has a supercomputer in her head, if I'm not confusing anything. - Oh, yes, I completely forgot, I ask you to forgive my carelessness, - the demon again adjusted his glasses, this time managing to give this gesture confusion. - Lord Momonga, - a clerical-looking folder with sheets of paper appeared, as if by magic, - as you ordered, I took upon myself the extraction of information from your captives. Following your instructions, I decided to start with the structure of Theocracy and its religious dogma and immediately found something very interesting! - So much so that you decided to report without waiting for the full results, Demiurge? - Yes, Vladyka. If you will ... - The guard opened the folder and put it on the table in front of me. Well (I estimate the thickness of the stack of sheets nested inside, covered with fine handwriting), there is clearly more data than Albedo brought. "Theocracy is democratic," the demon grimaced, "a religious state ruled by the so-called Council of Cardinals. Formally, it is divided into six regions, ruled by one of the Sects, extolling one of their Six Gods, but the rest of the gods are also recognized, and if necessary, "scattered" sects carry out joint actions surprisingly quickly. According to our guest, Observation magic is the prerogative of the Scripture of the Wind, which, as I said earlier, formally has nothing to do with the worshipers of the God of Life and his Scripture of Sunlight. - I see, but what's so interesting about that? Many powerful in the world have their own agreements with each other. Even if their subjects are piously sure that the rulers are ready to cling to each other's throats. "Forgive my arrogance, sir, in my pride I did not think that these things would be obvious to Your Wisdom," Demiurgus bowed his head. - Do not apologize, you did the right thing - I knew it from my experience, but I do not pretend to be omniscient, - I squinted my eyes at the cherished notebook, which I now kept at hand all the time, and found the right line. "If I hire someone as an advisor, I will listen to his advice, because that's what I hired him for." Yes, everything is correct - so continue to inform me about everything that is necessary to know, not hoping that some things are "obvious" to me. Now go on. - As you wish, Vladyka! As I found out, in the Theocracy there is a certain Repository of the Legacy of the Six Gods, apparently, there are artifacts endowed with great power. To what extent, I cannot say. That crystal with the pitiful Dominion of Power was also in this Vault and was considered quite valuable, even if it did not bear the nickname "legacy". This vault is guarded by the Black Scripture. They are the ones who temporarily transfer items from there to other detachments at the behest of the cardinals. And it is very remarkable who these lower beings worship. - And to whom? - Surshana is the strongest of the Six Great Gods. "And He appeared clothed in Black with a skeleton of great stature, and the Great Staff shone in His hand, and there was no salvation from him, neither beast, nor bird, nor man, nor inhuman, for he is Death, "- clearly quoting, the demon recited. - That is why I have to ask if you were already in these places six centuries ago, Vladyka? - and the look is so happy ... - Oh-oh-oh! - stretched the elves (mostly - Aura), rewarding me with amazed looks ready to hear a joyful, but unexpected revelation of people. - No, - I shamelessly break their expectations on the knee, - but the description is quite amusing, - yes, very amusing. If this "God" was a player, then obviously of the same race as Momonych. Well, or something similar, nevertheless, there was an immense amount of evolution options from a simple skeleton magician to an Overlord in the game, especially taking into account multiclassing. In any case, his level should be at least seventieth, maximum - weaving, like mine. But the question arises, what happened to him? Gone into research and got lost? Finished off their own for being completely insane on the basis of non-life? Did he commit suicide, realizing that he was about to finally lose his humanity? Or somewhere in the world there is still a sorcerer who is not inferior to me, who has been worshiped as a god for six centuries, at his disposal - a strong human state and hell knows how many resources? And now, to be honest, I don't even know which of the options is worse. - And what happened to him? at his disposal - a strong human state and hell knows how many resources? And now, to be honest, I don't even know which of the options is worse. - And what happened to him? at his disposal - a strong human state and hell knows how many resources? And now, to be honest, I don't even know which of the options is worse. - And what happened to him?
- According to local legends, he was killed by some "Kings of Greed" about five centuries ago. More precisely, the eight Kings united to destroy the powerful God - so ... well, if they were about the same level, they could catch, drive and kill. I don't know if there is a player's revival here, but if there is one, then it should work according to the game principles, which means it should eat exp, from one tenth of a level and up to the cost of the last five levels at a time - depending on where and how you leaned back and how you were reborn. If you just slaughtered, and then quickly reshuffled with a high-level cast, then you will lose a minimum, but if your body was thrown into a volcano and had to be resurrected by the game interface, then if you please fork out ... Well, Momonych had an interesting gaming life at the beginning of his career ... By the way, But resurrection through the game interface should not work here, due to the lack of this interface, that is, even if I had the fundamental opportunity to be revived after death, I would still need someone who uses the resurrection rod on me ... Wands of resurrection for the guards. However, I digress. In any case, if that lich really died, I'm better off, I don't need competitors. - And the other five? - On this score, the legends are very contradictory, but most likely, they were also destroyed by the Kings, or they died of old age, since all, or most, belonged to the human race. - How did you know that? - This is also a very interesting moment. The fact is that in the Theocracy there are still several dynasties, allegedly directly descending from these very Gods, their representatives are even called "demigods". Indirectly, the reliability of this statement is confirmed by the fact that all members of these dynasties, according to the assurances of our guest, are much stronger than ordinary people, and all are firmly connected with the Scriptures. Information on the famous "demigods" of Nigun and his people is summarized in the table on page seven. Unfortunately, apart from general information and rumors, little is reflected there - our informant did not have the necessary access, although he repeatedly met with some of them. - Well, very well ... - are there really our unknown mind controllers? "What happened to the Greed Kings? - It seems that the Kings killed each other, not sharing power over this world and its riches. Nobody knows for sure. The time of their reign was marked by a series of great wars that led to the fall, and often the complete destruction of many inhuman races, but the same fate befell the state under their control. For this reason, some say that they were destroyed by the Evil Gods, or, in other words, the Demons-Gods, who appeared just some time after the death of the Greed Kings and wreaked havoc and destruction throughout the earth for about three hundred years. - Let me guess, they were also killed in the end? - That's right, Vladyka. About two hundred years ago, the Thirteen Heroes made their campaign and destroyed the Gods. True, according to our guest from the Sunlight Scripture, he heard that the Thirteen Heroes did not destroy all the Evil Gods, but only defeated and sealed someone. - And what happened to these thirteen? - Nothing. They returned to their countries as heroes. Most of them have already died of old age, "the demon replied. - Quite an illustrative example, don't you think? - Master? - did not understand Demiurgus. "A little later, let me read it first," I lean over the folder and delve into the study of the document. - While you can sit down and ask Shizu to bring you a snack, - noticing that the Guardians disciplined and soulfully froze in their places, eagerly watching my reading, I caught myself. "You are too kind, Lord," the chief strategist of Nazarick bowed, not removing his polite smile from his face. The elves did not say anything at all, crushed by shyness, or perhaps by a load of information. - Shizu, arrange something for them and make sure that Aura and Marais eat, - I redirected the command, otherwise they will really stand over their souls. - If they will resist - call Yuri and Sebas. - As you command, Lord Momonga, The android responded in a disciplined manner and headed for the door. So, the composition of the Scriptures ... The names and titles appearing in the text of the report, for the most part, did not tell me anything, but the general picture of the appearance of other players in this world was quite forming. There were from three to five transfer waves in total, including ours. The first were definitely the Six Gods, they also began to introduce ranked magic instead of the previously existing "Wild Magic", about the essence of which our captives, alas, could not say anything. These guys did not particularly go into big politics and, in general, got along with everyone around quite peacefully, despite the fact that they had a lich in the main. Also, according to indirect data, only Surshana of them was a hundredth, and the rest was a smaller level. Well, or they lost a lot to him in equipment, this is also possible. Most likely, this group was either a young guild, in which one steam locomotive pulls several carriages, or a completely random group, in which less-ranked guys corny asked the lich to help with some content and such a composition got into the transfer. However, the first seemed to me more probable - random people would not stick together after they realized their strength, and would either run away like ships in the sea, or squirm among themselves. The Six Gods, if they swore, then it did not go beyond the closed offices, otherwise it would somehow remain in the memory of the initiated cults. The examples of the ancient Greeks, Scandinavians and even the Japanese speak well of how pagan religions love the topic of enmity of certain members of the pantheon, but here they somehow managed without such features ... Until the next group appeared. The second were the Kings of Greed, and these were really greyhounds and notorious, very reminiscent of a group of ideological gankers from WoW, well, or PCshars, if we speak in terms of Yggdrasil. They did not have time to get into the world, as they immediately flooded to merge the previous group, despite the fact that the distance from the Slane Theocracy, where the first six settled, to Eruentu, the flying fortress of the Kings of Greed, is not very small. The fortress, by the way, was clearly the base of the guild from which they were transported to this world, and it still existed, like the city that arose under it during the reign of the eight. And it was very interesting information, as well as the fact that the fortress was currently owned by one of the surviving Dragon Lords, but I digress. As soon as these young and daring interrupted their predecessors, they immediately rushed into new adventures, namely, fights with everyone and everything, except for the very miserable human enclaves at that time. It is noteworthy that these guys never thought of visiting the lands of Theocracy and taking away their inheritance from the descendants of the Six Gods, and otherwise behaved very ... strange, in my opinion. The feeling was that the only tactic they knew was to choose a direction and go "explore a new location", in the process of "cleaning" all the hostile "mobs". Considering that the world was then ruled by inhuman species, and the Greed Kings themselves were people, entire cities and countries could be recorded as "hostile mobs". And not only could, but also regularly recorded there! According to legend, this eight on an ongoing basis used a trick with the encirclement of a settlement and the subsequent systematic sweep, without dividing the inhabitants on the floor, age and social status, after which she busily collected everything of value and moved on, as if nothing had happened. Any meaningful strategy, I don't know ... development? .. in their actions was not traced up to the creation of their state on the cleared lands. All they did was walk around the world, slaughter everyone they didn't like, collecting "loot" from them and moving on. But what is there, if you believe the testimony of the prisoners, or rather, the legends that they heard about those times, for these figures it was in the order of things to go into the house of a successful merchant on their own or allied territory and insolently encircle him, having cleaned all the chests and coffers. It is trite because he had money, and the Kings wanted to tidy it up. Well, they ended up in the same way - as soon as the objects for joint farming were exhausted, individual farming began, with a touch of cannibalism. The guys could not peacefully divide the jointly acquired property ... Or maybe they could, but then someone decided that he lacked simple luxury and a well-fed life for happiness, and he also needed a feeling of buzz from bending over to his own kind. The locals did not satisfy, because in the literal sense they were dust under their feet, they needed those from whom "honor pours", if in terms of WoWa operate. In general, one way or another, without retaining power for half a century, the citizens of other world migrants staged a large-scale showdown with each other, in the process turning the entire center of the country into a lifeless desert. Only the capital and the wild periphery survived, with a negligible population, monsters not killed in forests and swamps, and the very minimum of administration. Actually, from this periphery, then all the present kingdoms of people arose,
As for the Demon-Gods, it could be both players of various dark races abandoned from Yggdrasil, which elementary flowed like a roof under the influence of bodies (this was indicated in particular by the fact that one of them was definitely an insectoid), and NPCs who lost their owners, earlier served the same Greed Kings, or even the Six Gods. Be that as it may, after the entertainment of the previous eight, it took the world another three hundred years to get well enough and clearly cooperate against this threat. They collected from the pine forest the most intelligent and militant guys, begged them from the Dragon Lord who settled in Eruentiu for a bit of artifacts belonging to the Kings, and they kicked them one by one in a crowd. Fortunately, these demons did not suffer from the word "completely" by the sophistication of the mind, and their linear migrations by that time had long been learned to track and get out of the way in time for all interested persons. By the way, there were not thirteen heroes, but much more, just in human lands they preferred to ignore the existence of very inhuman representatives of the detachment. Well, as soon as the world just breathed a sigh of relief after all this trash and frenzy, and human states need to get stronger and mature to start trying to seriously butt for territories and resources, how Nazarick is transferred to this world ... It is quite possible that there were others transfers, but they did not show themselves in any way in history. And here's Nazarick ... This ... I don't know, but the first thought is that someone is really playing social experiments on a single world. I closed the folder. "So…" my voice made all three Guardians jump off the couch at once. "At least two fairly strong groups from Yggdrasil got into this world before us, but they all died. Stupidity or ... great stupidity - details. But the local "Heroes", who were inferior to them in everything and could not even potentially achieve the same power, calmly lived their lives in honor and prosperity, and some still live, if you believe the information about this, - I look at the right page, - Rigrit Bers Caruaru. Very indicative ... However, Demiurgus, I suppose you came to me not only to arrange a short excursion into history? "You're right, Momonga-sama." The demon in the orange suit stepped closer. - Your appearance perfectly matches the description of the God of Death Theocracy, appear to them in your greatness, and this country will bow before you, by providing your resources and all possible knowledge. Of course, there may be problems and disagreements, but Nazarick's forces are more than enough to crush any protests and discontent in a minimum time. "Hmm…" the demon was giving a very valuable idea. With a minimum of costs, occupy a huge territory, gain access to knowledge and resources, as I understand it, one of the strongest human countries in the world, and even lay hands on the "legacy" of one of the groups of my predecessors. It sounded great. It's too beautiful. And rationally. Excessively. And we have already agreed that all impulses of the lich essence must be stifled. To avoid. Besides ... I'm mowing on my notebook again. "Ugly mutants and uncontrollable maniacs will take their rightful places in my Legions of Terror. However, before entrusting them with covert operations that require secrecy and tact, I will think if there are other candidates, attracting much less attention to themselves. " I think there should be a fair amount of tact in the matter of "returning God", even if it is the God of Death. Especially if it's the God of Death. And I know my servants. First VAAAAAGH and Blood to the Blood God, and then they will scratch their turnips, where to get the population ... so nafig, but also tell Demiurge something like "you are sick maniacs, whom I would not entrust and guard the chicken coop, because not like the khan's chickens will come , you will burn the whole village "will be wrong. With such an attitude, he will never go beyond this level. If at all he does not think about the question "why does he need such a boss?" ABOUT! Invented! So, to make the face harder ... ahem ... to blaze with negative emotions. - Are you suggesting that I hide behind someone else's mask? Assign other people's merits, like some pathetic balabol-inept? Moreover, to hide behind the guise of a loser who could not hold out in power for a hundred years? Do you really think so low of me? - Excuse me, Master! - the demon fell to his knees and buried his forehead in the ground. - I did not dare to underestimate your power and greatness in my thoughts, only an attempt to get more, putting less effort, led me! "This is the only thing that justifies you. This, and even the lack of experience - "I humble anger." - Well, he will come with time. But since you have already taken up the divine topic, then think about this ... Here and before us there were aliens. But someone was able to kill them ... and then kill their killers, and then again. It doesn't matter how it is arranged and what is taught in local churches - we still have only one source, and even that one ... The words of a believer about the subject of his worship should be at least fourfold. And now we are here. Think about it. Imagine the possibilities, analyze the situation. And report back to me in three days. After that, focus on compiling teaching aids on magic. - Thank you for your mercy and a bit of your wisdom, Vladyka, - Demiurgus answered without looking up from the floor, - I will start immediately. - Go, - a wave of his hand, and the demon, rising to his feet, almost ran from the office at a run. Hmmm, maybe I went too far, and, frankly, he had a very good idea. But the Theocracy does not inspire confidence in me. States are judged by their representatives. I saw Gazef Stronoff and I saw Nigun Grid Luin. And of these two I prefer the first one. - Um ... Eh ... - Marais, who tried to say something, shrank and hid behind his sister. Glancing at the twins, I tried to breathe, and again I was convinced that it wasn't working. - Sorry to be distracted, - I push aside the folder with the demon's report. - I hope you ate well? - I cross my eyes at Shizu near the already completely clean table by the sofa, although she brought something there during my reading. - Yes, it was very tasty! Thank you Momonga-sama for the opportunity to eat in your presence! - Aura responded cheerfully, but with a carefully hidden dose of apprehension, clearly caused by the reasons for the retreat of Demiurge. - Very good, let's continue the discussion. Have new thoughts? let's continue the discussion. Have new thoughts? let's continue the discussion. Have new thoughts?