Restart: Becoming the Creator of the Magic World 13 Times

Smith was stunned. She hadn't told anyone that thirteen of her men had died.

Facing Smith's doubts, Alfred spoke slowly.

"We are thirteen too. This is her warning. She knows that thirteen represents the unknown and fearful in our world."

"That's why she particularly likes this number." Alfred said slowly, "The rumor that she killed 130,000 people a while ago is not a rumor, even though she has been very restrained in spreading it."

"She does some good things, but when it comes to cruelty, she's as bad as anyone."

There was a flash of panic in Smith's eyes. She couldn't believe that Qiangwei was really that cruel.

The war between the two countries would not have killed so many people, but she killed people from dozens of countries.

Smith pretended to be calm: "You are spreading rumors about her like this, could she..."

"This is not a rumor." Alfred closed his eyes and said, "The exact number is 131,313."

"In short, the Holy See will not participate in the struggle between the Magic Association and Rose. Madam, please do not casually carry out activities in Saint Siya under the name of the Holy See."

Alfred stood up tiredly, and Smith put down his teacup. "Is this the Prince's intention, or the Pope's? After all, it seems the Prince can't decide such a big thing..."

"This is the instruction of the Sun God and has nothing to do with the Pope." Alfred said and left.

Smith was left with a puzzled look. Apollo? Instructions? Apollo had given an oracle!

Smith realized later that Alfred would not normally chat with her like this.

Today's abnormality was because the Sun God himself was warning her.

Smith stood up, bowed respectfully to the statue of the sun god, and then left the church.

Regardless of whether what Alfred said was true or not, she had to be wary of Qiangwei...

The night is full of music.

The Lord of Saint Siya, Conforth, and Laplante arrived at Yinques as scheduled, and bowed to Rose when they saw her.

Qiangwei smiled and nodded in response. It seemed that her position as the mastermind behind Saint Siya was already secure.

"sit down."

Qiangwei calmly asked the two of them to sit down, and then started to discuss the expansion plan of Sansia.

It took about an hour to discuss the main city planning, the outer city area, and the approximate scope of the inner and outer first, second and third ring roads.

A series of issues are listed, including business personnel, tax rates, urban development and management, price adjustments, environmental sanitation measures, etc.

Qiangwei had clearly arranged the solutions and plans.

Cornforth and Laplante were stunned, their jaws hanging ever since Rose proposed this draft.

Was this really proposed by a woman?

"What's wrong?" Qiangwei asked, looking at their surprised expressions.

"No...it's okay. Your Highness, please continue."

Laplante quickly came back to his senses and explained that these ideas were really too advanced.

Could such a country really exist? Laplante couldn't help but wonder.

How many people can live in a city house on such a large map?

A hundred thousand people? More than that? Cornforth's expression told him to be bold.

If this pattern continues, millions of people will have the possibility.

"Oh right." Qiangwei thought of the benefits I promised them before: "I promised you before, as a certain god..."

"As this...we think." Comfort interrupted Qiangwei without thinking.

Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, he realized that he had made a huge mistake.

He... actually dared to interrupt Qiangwei!

Laplante also looked at him in shock, with the hairs on his body standing up, and he felt like he was going to die the next moment.

Qiangwei didn't understand why he interrupted her. Was he too excited? Or did he just not want to talk anymore?

Seeing that Kang Fusi had stood up and bowed his head to apologize, Qiangwei put away the documents and said gently, "Speak, Kang Fusi, let me hear your thoughts."

"No, no, no... Just call me Walkup. It's a bit too formal for you to keep calling me by my last name." Cornforth quickly corrected carefully.

Laplante also agreed: "Yes, you can also just call me Ward."

Rose nodded slightly: "Okay, then... tell me why you don't want to become a god's follower."

Qiangwei looked at them with interest: "Or, you guys..."

"Want to exchange for another benefit?"

Cornforth smiled and nodded, then went on to explain their ideas.

They talked about how a large number of people from Sansia would enter the city and that many slaves were living in misery.

Together they recounted the experiences of their ancestors and the history of the city of Sansia.

Why all the city gates had tolls, and the experience of xenophobia against redheads.

The ancestors of the original Cornforth were followers of the god of freedom and wind, who longed to free the people of the world.

The wind is free, and they yearn for freedom. Since the Church came to power, the gods have gradually stopped responding to humans.

Gradually, freedom was stripped away from people and the class divisions between people became more serious.

The city of Sansia is the last place of freedom left by three generations of Cornforth's ancestors.

Generation after generation, they have worked hard to protect the right of the majority of people to survive.

Even though each generation of city lords was suppressed by the Church, the laws also changed along with the Church.

However, the rule that everyone, regardless of race, can enter Sansia for free has been retained no matter how many times it has happened.

Qiangwei was confused the whole time. Was this place once a place blessed by the God of Wind?

No way? Then why is Miyi in the misty plains?

Guard the Mist Plains together with the God of Life...

Guardian? Wait...

Qiangwei seemed to have found some key points. While listening to Walkup, she picked up the book and searched for the truth.

The truth is completely opposite to what Walkup said. The God of Wind never made any promises to the city of Sansia.

When the first lord of the free city of Sansia was young, he accidentally came to the Misty Plains.

After experiencing a series of setbacks, he was redeemed by the wind goddess Anemye, and the god of life gave him a second life.

The city lords with good moral character immediately expressed their willingness to become their servants and worship them for generations.

The wind god Anemi and the three gods of life at that time looked at each other and smiled, then said to him.

"Forget about that, God's servant. You have an incomparable sense of freedom. As our servant, you must be confined here. We cannot bear to let you go against your own will."

"How about this: if you can pass on freedom to the world, I will grant you a new freedom."

This is the truth of the matter, Rose listened to Walkup's nonsensical version.

It is describing how his ancestors have protected them till now.

Qiangwei closed the book and couldn't bear to listen to them anymore so she started from the beginning.

She had absolutely no interest in any of this, that was all she could confirm.

The two people with the most say in Sansia really want Sansia to continue to develop.

We learned from them that they wanted to become the patron saint of Saint Siya.

"Do you two want to become the God of Freedom?" Rose interrupted their chatter.

The two fell silent. Qiangwei smiled. It seemed that she had guessed right.

That’s right, after all, how can a follower have the incense to become a god?