The continent of Gaia, the Principality of Windner.

The Principality of Windner is located between Tekrenberg and the Papal Kingdom, a country where all the royal family and civilians are faithful believers of the Creator God.

Logically speaking, such a country should be a firm ally of the Church, but in fact it is a neutral country that has unwavering its position for generations.

Devotional faith has long penetrated into every aspect of this land, from the knife and fork arrangement at the royal banquet to the shrine regulations in ordinary civilians’ homes, it is closely related to the supreme God of Creation in their hearts.

From production to funeral, every step of life is supported by faith that has been passed down for thousands of years. We firmly believe that the original divine scripture is the principle of everything, and we firmly believe that every believer can have direct connection with the Creator God. In this way, the church, which claims to be the spokesperson of the Creator God, is unable to eat here.

The Church of the Church is also very particular about face. In view of the consensus on the supreme status of the Creation God, the Principality of Windner generously allocated a small part of the land and residents in the west and included it in the ruling of the Pope. It did not refuse the Church of the Church of the Nominal Church's request to establish a nominal subordinate church in its own country. The successive Popes and the royal family of Windner tacitly maintained a neutral and friendly relationship that was in harmony with God.

The clergy in the church is all held by their own citizens. The Pope Hall is only responsible for giving a few titles. Even the salary is taken from the local area, and no penny can be reached by the Pope next door.

Whether it was the Pope before or Teckrenberg, who later blatantly challenged the Pope, maintained a relatively lenient and friendly relationship with the Principality of Windner.

The reason why the Principality of Windner can sit steadily between two opposing camps is closely related to the overall atmosphere of this country.

After all, the Creator God is not an evil god. The people who devote their lives to following God's footsteps have extremely high self-discipline, and their moral concepts are consistent. The slight contradictions between people are also smoothed by the close relationship between people and God.

The extreme admiration and trust of the Creator God also made them show a unique attitude when looking at pagans - it was not that the pagans took the wrong path, but that they had not yet realized the greatness of the Creator God, and sooner or later, the great Creator God will guide everyone on the right path, and we mortals must not interfere in God's arrangements.

In short, there are many good people here, and they are all good people with open minds.

Even bad people like to deal with good people. Besides, the Temple of True God and the Church of the Church only have different positions, and in fact there is no distinction between good and evil.

Unfortunately, at this moment when chaos arises, good people can only be described as difficult to describe.

Even if NPCs are all kind and orderly in the settings, players will not have set restrictions. Small-scale fighting and conflicts still break out in Windner's big and small towns. Residents who are enthusiastic about persuading or treating the wounded will inevitably be involved in unintentional disasters.

"However, compared to other places, the situation here is pretty good."

Albert, who returned to the main game account, still had the cute face, sitting in a wide chair, his two small legs were more than ten centimeters away from the ground, and he kicked around in a swaying manner.

Simire glanced at him, but still couldn't get used to it, so he turned his attention back to the map in his hand.

"I have tried my best to remedy it, integrating and concentrating small-scale conflicts everywhere, gathering the war to several points, and turning into offensive and defensive wars under their respective commands."

Albert nodded: "Just like the battlefield dungeon in Huaxia District, the players here have not played much."

Simire handed over the remedial plan to the three close servants waiting aside, asking them to convey and implement it as soon as possible, and moved their muscles and bones a little, and then took a desk to calculate the possible subsequent development and response.

"Actually, you don't have to work too hard. On the day of the Pope's birthday party, I will be able to solve the trouble every year. Then, I will turn off the server and maintain it directly, and restore the messy areas with one click."

Albert held the teacup, took a sip, and tried to persuade him as he watched the busy Simire.

Simere threw down the pen, nodded softly, leaning back as if he was defecating, closing his eyes to rest.

Albert looked at him for a while and continued:

"I know you don't like me to interfere from the outside, but the situation is a bit complicated now. You alone may not be able to deal with it."

"So wait until I delete the bug every year, and then kill Adam and kill viruses, adjust the behavior pattern of NPC, and leave you a relatively simple situation to solve, saving time and effort."

Simere opened her eyes, her neck did not move, and glanced at Albert in a good mood with the corner of her eyes:

"Are you planning to delete every year or delete the bugs on her?"

Albert held the teacup and said nothing.

"Actually, she didn't do anything, and she didn't have that much energy to plan the current situation."

"This is not necessarily the case. I haven't been by her side."

Albert remembered his earlier experience with the Dwarves, especially his own experience of being forgotten on Serena Island.

Seeing what else Simere wanted to say, Albert straightened his back, kicked his legs one after another, and spoke in a serious manner:

"Because of the rare ups and downs of favorability between her and the elf Engus, and the subtle push of the Moon Spirit Bow in it, she became the only disciple of Engus to this day, triggering the rare skill branch."

"She met the Duke of Usher and another high priest of the Elves tribe. She discovered the hidden effects of the three artifacts in the background setting, which led to the closure of the Feathers Forest and the tilt of the Usher."

"The early outbreak of the truth about the shortage of resources in the dwarves, the Ruby Grand Duke who was not completely successful escaped from the Flying Island, and the early division and split within the dwarves royal family all happened after she entered the dwarves territory. It was precisely because of the lack of necessary buffers that the current deformed dwarves resource allocation form was formed."

Simire rubbed his eyebrows, without refuting, and could not find the entry point for refuting.

"What happened next is really not related to her." Albert said pertinently.

"But there is another point, which is one of the reasons why you and I have to limit each year," Albert put the teacup on his thigh. "I have carefully sorted out her footprints, and the liberation of the dragon clan is also related to her."

"The liberation of the dragon clan is an expected event."

Simere frowned and disagreed with Albert's attitude that he must put all the responsibility on Nian Nian.

"That player named Song Qing and the divine authority he obtained are not the expected event." Albert reminded.

"That's in line with the rules." Simere was unmoved.

"Yes, Song Qing has obtained the authority of God, and the power to set rules for the authority of God has been handed over to the person who Song Qing is most unwilling to accept it." Albert sighed with emotion.

Simire looked at his good friend in surprise, but he didn't expect that he found out about this.

The creation of the content of the Snow Mountain Dragon Clan was participated by Simire throughout the process, and she was very clear about the principle. The judgment of offering tribute to the Creator God with what he cherished most does not lie in the value of the tribute itself, but in the emotional fluctuations of the tributer.

Song Qing's gift was the most unforgettable for him. When he was desperate, his desire was the most intense, and this led to a "miracle" through judgment.

Song Qing's emotional fluctuations at that time were clearly targeted, and thus became a part of the rules of the game every year.

Song Qing held the contract seal in his hand, but how this seal takes effect, when the validity period, and even whether it takes effect are all under the control of year.

The power above ten thousand people is very comfortable, but I’m sorry, this “one person” above you happens to be the one who makes you most unwilling to be depressed, which is very consistent with the attitude of the Creator God to treat tribute.

"That's also in line with the rules. Every year I didn't take any measures to seize anything. It's just that she's lucky." Simere had already thought about it.

"But you have to admit that if you have any idea every year, Song Qing's authority will be immediately modified or retracted, and Song Qing's network of relationships manipulated by that authority will collapse instantly. Huaxia District is likely to fall into a chaos that is no less than the current situation here." Albert said seriously.

"It's not her fault that she has this ability," Simire's attitude was extremely sincere. "I think she might have forgotten about it."

Albert looked at him strangely: "Which side are you standing on? That one is going to completely rebel from your camp and has broken most of your plans."

Simire was silent for a while and began to close his eyes and rest. He didn't know what he thought about Nian now.

"Also," Albert intends to continue his efforts and try to convince Simere, "No one can say whether she can influence the three artifacts. If the barrier covering the Feathers Forest is suddenly lifted, how will the elf players and tourists who are almost raising chickens and powerless tourists deal with the jackals and tigers outside?"

Albert had a headache when he mentioned this:

"This protective barrier is really difficult to solve. It cannot be removed or kept. It really has a problem for us every year."

Simire raised his hand to cover his eyes and rubbed his temples. Indeed, he still didn't expect a foolproof solution.

"It's not you, I have to agree to the young master's virtual world tourism industry. There are too many terms and agreements involved." Simere pointed out Albert's influence in it.

The dwarf picked up the teacup, nibbled the edge of the cup, and blew it in a slight breath.

Simere's mouth twitched, thinking that her appearance could really affect people's words and deeds, and Albert, who had shrunk into a child, would have such a childish reaction.

"You happen to think of a plan in the past few days," Albert felt a little embarrassed and lowered his head to study the tea. "When the network is closed every year, we will start to solve other things."

"Why don't you start solving it now?" Simere asked back.

"...because," Albert thought for a moment, "she still has backdoor authority now, and I'm afraid of doing useless work."

Simere did not agree to Albert's answer. He knew in his heart that Albert was using the current situation that was deliberately caused to paralyze every year, so that she could stay in the Pope for the time being and not run around.

As a leader of the virtual world from the outside world and from a high level, Albert does not feel that the situation where NPCs disappear every minute and every second is dead and players are coming to life is serious. In his opinion, this is just a matter of maintenance and refreshing.

Simire opened her eyes and looked through her fingers at the painted patterns on the ceiling.

This may be the "arrogance" that is used every year to complete the layout of the seven deadly sins.

And whose trap did Albert, who was accurately calculated every year, step into? Is it his own or every year?

Or are both of them making mistakes? Have corresponding follow-up arrangements?

When Simeer thought about this, the balance in his heart unconsciously tilted slightly to one side.

"To the south of Windner is the Principality of Findrey, which has always been called the 'Holy See', and I will concentrate my own struggles here."

Simire swept away all over his body and cheered up and returned to work.

"Yeah." Albert seemed to be thinking about something and replied casually.

"If something happens to the wallet, the Holy See will not ignore it. They will inevitably lead the battle. Although Windner, where we are, is neutral, and Teckrenberg on the east side, is adjacent to the Three Kingdoms, which is the only choice for the central battlefield."

"Well, you can see how to deal with it, I won't interfere." Albert was obviously absent-minded, thinking about how to patch the system in the end.

"Albert," Simere suddenly turned his head and looked at his best friend, "I beg you in the name of Hughes, not to let her disappear."

"...Well, don't worry," Albert smiled. "Her existence is very precious and no one can bear it."

"Well, I believe in you."

Simere also smiled, her smile warm, making Albert turn his head slightly, and instantly control his movements and face this smiling face calmly.

Believe in your friends and believe in yourself. Simire said silently in his heart, but sometimes, he should believe in himself more.

If something irreversible really happens, he will abandon the overall situation and be willful.

But before that, I still have to meet Adam, and if I have the chance, I have to meet him every year.

His current status is not convenient to enter the Pope in advance, so he can only stay at the border of Windner and wait until the birthday party to appear again.
Chapter completed!