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Hearing this, the Ghost Faced Fox and Heavy Cannon couldn't help but blink.
Not to mention you, even we didn't know he could do this...
......
royal palace.
"That's good."
Jiang Lu clapped his hands and admired his masterpiece.
Morrigan, who was about to fall asleep next to him, got up from his seat, came closer, and then turned pale with fright, and froze in place motionless.
"This is..."
I saw that Conchie Erb's body was covered with tubes, and while he was injecting some white liquid, blood was flowing out of his body and dripping into the prepared sink.
"This is a nutrient solution used to stimulate the work of his hematopoietic stem cells."
Jiang Lu explained while adjusting the parameters:
"Ulster has a large population. Even if you drain him dry, you won't be able to lift the curse for everyone. Therefore, you absolutely cannot take all his blood at once. It must be recycled."
"No... where did you get all these things?" Morrigan looked at Conchearbur, who was pricked like a hedgehog. Perhaps it was his hidden trypophobia that was at work, but he felt uncomfortable all over.
"Ah, you mean these equipment..."
Jiang Lu rubbed his chin: "I found it in his bedroom when you were asleep."
"Then what were these originally?"
"Well, I guess they are some of his little toys." Jiang Lu pondered, with a serious look on his face: "Based on my experience, some are for enema and some are for dredging.
I have to criticize him. This kind of play, which does not care whether the body can bear it as long as it lasts, is very unsafe in my opinion.
But there is nothing we can do. It may be too difficult for people today to ask them to have this kind of self-protection awareness. "
"Little...little toy? And enema?" Morrigan covered her mouth in fear.
"It's no wonder." Jiang Lu scratched his head: "After all, that's Luger. If you think about it carefully, it's normal for Conchie Erbo to be the passive one, right?"
"Okay, stop talking..." Morrigan held his forehead with his hand: "This topic is a bit ahead of its time for me."
"Is that so?" Jiang Lu was a little surprised: "That's weird, I thought you girls all liked this kind of CP, and I even kindly helped you give them a name -
Brother Qilu! "
“Where does this stereotype come from?”
Morrigan felt dizzy:
"And what the hell is Chirrut-sama? Don't give people random names like that!!"
"sorry..."
After a moment of silence, Morrigan asked again:
"Then this nutrient solution is..."
"Holy water." Jiang Lu shrugged: "It's still aged using ancient methods. Do you want some?"
"I still don't want it..." Morrigan stared at the holy water flowing slowly in the hose, resisting from the bottom of his heart: "It feels a little familiar, and it gives me a bad feeling."
"Eh? You're going too far." Jiang Lu was sulking.
Morrigan looked at Conchieber, who had lost consciousness, was tied to a chair, had his eyes rolled back and was covered in wounds, and suddenly felt a sense of pity.
As a goddess, the stories she has seen and heard are much richer than ordinary people.
She had heard that one way to obtain foie gras was to tie the goose up like this, restrict its movement, and then force-feed it.
Geese without exercise and fed beyond their food intake will quickly become obese and their foie gras will be abnormally plump.
A piece of foie gras obtained in this way is heavier than several naturally fed geese put together.
I always feel that the current situation is similar to cultivating foie gras. The only difference is that the goose dies more quickly, but it is not so easy for Conchie Erbo to die.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Jiang Lu quietly.
You are the real god of death...
"Okay, no more nonsense."
Jiang Lu looked at the time:
"It's almost time for you to put out the fire."
But for some reason, Morrigan seemed a little reluctant: "I won't go..."
"why?"
"Because I originally agreed to you because I could get revenge on Cu Chulainn, but now you have been exposed and he knows that you set the fire. Then I will put out the fire and appear next to you. He Didn’t you see right away that we were in the same group?”
Morrigan complained with some resentment:
"Originally, I could treat this as a natural disaster, and then I would help him solve it, so that he would have to remember my kindness, and finally trample his self-esteem under my feet, but now everything is empty talk, then there will be no Does it make sense?
If I lose my clear purpose, then simply saving people would be equivalent to violating my name as the goddess of death, and my divine power will be weakened. "
"Is there such a thing?"
Jiang Lu finally understood Morrigan's worries.
What she said was not unreasonable. Now that Cu Chulainn saw that she had set fire, even if she solved the disaster in Ulster, Cuchulainn would still not be grateful to her.
Then Morrigan would be working in vain, and she would even be criticized for doing things that were not in line with her status as a god. Of course, she would not be happy to run errands.
But now Conchi Erb's hemorrhage is at a critical moment, and Jiang Lu can't live without him. If anything happens when he goes to put out the fire and Conchi Erb dies prematurely, the way to lift the curse will be cut off.
But although he controlled the fire and no one was hurt, over time Ulster would be burned into ruins, and all houses and infrastructure would be destroyed. Even if everyone survived, they would only become refugees, which would not be a good thing.
Jiang Lu sighed and fell into a dilemma.
But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something.
"Oh no."
"What's wrong?"
"Think about it from another angle, is it possible that because he knows that you and I are on the same team, the effect of your revenge will become better?" Jiang Lu asked.
"What...what do you mean?"
So Jiang Lu explained: "That is to say, he knows that I set the fire, but other Ulster people don't know, so you can still take revenge on Cu Chulainn by saving people."
"Is there any relationship between the two?" Morrigan obviously couldn't follow his train of thought.
"It's very simple. If you save people, will the people you save be grateful to you?"
"Human nature."
"Yes, but they don't know. Cu Chulainn knows, and this will create a situation..."
Jiang Lu smiled evilly:
"That is Cu Chulainn, who knows the truth, and will watch his people recognize the thief as their father, and thank us, the culprit.
He will definitely want to explain, but no one will believe him. In this case, he will definitely die of anxiety.
Believe me, the aggrievedness, depression, and pain in the heart that people feel when they are not trusted are unbearable for ordinary people, let alone a proud person like him. "
"It makes sense." Morrigan's eyes lit up, but soon became depressed again.
"what happened?"
Morrigan sighed: "But although what you said makes sense and fits most situations, I still find it very difficult."
"Why?" Jiang Lu was puzzled.
"You have overlooked a very important issue, which is Cu Chulainn's cohesion in Ulster."
Morrigan replied:
"The people of Ulster admire their hero very much. It can be said that Conchieber is the king, but Cu Chulainn is the spiritual support, and everyone trusts him unconditionally.
In this regard, even if I have a grudge against him, I have to admit that people like him are very rare in the other world, although they are often very hateful. "
"You said this, of course I thought of it."
Jiang Lu put his hands on his hips and said proudly:
“That’s the part that drives him the most crazy.
I need you to save people while claiming that this is because Conchieber betrayed Alster and used the divine crystal given to him by the gods to lift the curse on Alster and used it on Cu Chulainn, thus creating Alster. Ste's unparalleled divine power.
People are like this. Once they find that unknown things, such as Cu Chulainn's innate power, can be explained reasonably, they will lose their awe of them.
Moreover, Cú Chulainn's divine power was actually obtained by stepping on the heads of the people of Ulster. The price was that all men lost the ability to fight, which was absolutely unbearable for a warlike nation.
Then Cu Chulainn, as a vested interest, will lose his credibility, and no matter what he says, everyone will only think that he is defending his own interests, and his purpose is just to fool them into thinking they are fools, so as to protect himself. "
"But will they believe it?" Morrigan was still a little worried.
"They don't need to believe it right away."
Jiang Lu said:
"It's enough to let them have this understanding and make them feel resentful. People can't stand the test. As long as they have doubts, no matter what Cu Chulainn says or does, they will subconsciously do it. Look for doubts to verify your conjectures.
You are their savior. I believe it is not difficult to achieve this level.
As long as they don't trust him 100%, no matter what Cu Chulainn says, they will always be suspicious.
In addition, this is a fact in itself, and there is no fear of anyone digging out the truth, because it would never stand up to scrutiny.
And I will soon be able to extract a part of the blood that can lift the curse. I will select a group of people to purify it as soon as possible. When they find out that this can really lift the curse, public opinion will definitely turn against us. "
"Hiss..." Morrigan pursed his lips. For some reason, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. "This is too cruel. Isn't this the same as nailing Cu Chulainn to the pillar of shame?"
"Not necessarily, it mainly depends on his performance."
Jiang Lu was thoughtful:
"If he can turn around and be saved, of course I can still find a way to help him clear his name. It just depends on what he chooses."
Chapter 206 Ideological Resonance