"Because you need me to live, don't you? You will be invited to the banquet and will talk to me so much, just putting your chips on the negotiating table, right?"

As Mazeros said this, his expression became more and more relaxed, and he felt that he had seen through the thoughts of the long-haired man in front of him:

"Mr. Dorn, you are a smart person. So you understand that taking over Caesardum is inseparable from my help, right?"

"Indeed." Dorn nodded deeply, "If you want to rule here as an outsider, cooperate with you to create new lies and maintain the dominance of the divine power, it is a convenient and easy way to do so."

Mazeros felt that he had finally seized some initiative in negotiations and continued to speak:

"I have declared throughout Caesardum that you who leave the Kingdom of God are the new messengers of God. So as long as you and me maintain the supreme status and image of the messengers of God. All of Caesardum will serve you as they did before."

Dorn sat in his seat and didn't move: "Is it just that we want to cooperate with you and make up new lies? But is there really such a good trick to cheat on the dwarf of Caesardum?"

Mazeros smiled: "You can rest assured, Mr. Dorn. The people here are much easier to deceive than you think. Or, people everywhere are the same.

"It is much easier to turn a group of people into a stupid person than to turn a person into a person. As long as you use some reasonable means, they will become emotional, undisputed, and low-IQ mobs. Whatever you say, they will believe what they want to follow you."

"After we cooperate, you will look at the problem from my current perspective. I believe that it won't take long to have a deeper understanding of what I am saying now."

"Yeah." Dorn nodded, then raised his lips, "Is there any?"

"Also? Are there not enough conditions I have offered?" Mazeros asked back:

"As long as you work with me, all the resources of Kaisatum will be available to you. There are also women, yes, women... have you seen the previous halfling girls?"

"For you, although their figures are a little petite, they are all very slender and beautiful, aren't they? Moreover, they are very obedient and well-behaved, like harmless lambs. No matter what you do to them, they will not resist, they will only endure silently."

"And, not just these girls, but other women in Caesardum, as long as you like and as long as you speak, they are all yours, how about it?"

Mazeros said such a long line of words, and his tone was excited, and it was obvious that he had a strong desire to survive.

"Although the conditions you offered sound very good." Dorn nodded seriously, then put his hand into his pocket again and took out something, "But, I refuse!"

The thing that Donne took out was a round, half the size of a fist, and a steampunk-style metal object.

Then, Dorn continued to add: "Mr. Mazeros, the dwarves of Caesartum, how sad it would be to hear what you said just now."

"What are you talking about, they can't hear it..." Mazeros's originally relaxed expression finally changed, "What do you mean?"

The dwarf envoy's eyes fell on the metal object in Dorn's hand.

The thing looked like a product of magic technology, but Mazeros had never seen it before and didn't know what it was for.

Dorn did not directly answer the other party's question, but instead spoke to himself with a smile:

"The Steel Hammer told me before that your residence was built in a very gorgeous and elegant manner, and used a lot of expensive building materials that other dwarf buildings would not use at all. So, your sound insulation is very good."

"After experiencing it personally, I think the words of the Steel Hammer are really not exaggerated at all. The sound coming from the magic power loudspeaker next to the altar is really impossible to hear at all here."

The Hall of Gods where Dorn is now actually, in addition to being the residence of Mazeros, there is also a church-like existence in the entire Caesardumri.

Under the instruction of Mazeros himself, the construction of the Hall of God did use a lot of sound insulation materials, on the one hand, to demonstrate the uniqueness of the God's residence.

On the other hand, it is to create a quiet atmosphere inside and maintain a sense of religious mystery.

"What the hell are you talking about? The hub of the magic amplifier is not here!" Mazeros said this, but he felt uneasy inexplicably uneasy when he looked at the strange magical tech creation in his hand.

"Well, it's not here. But I have a portable one on my hand, Lord Mazeros, the times are about to improve." Dorn shook the metal object in his hand again:

"You must know that Kuresi Gangmao, who didn't come here to have dinner, is your grandson of the captain two hundred years ago, right? Although you are not sure whether you are guilty of the old Gangmao or want to satisfy your bad taste. In short, under your rule, Xiao Gangmao has survived to this point."

"And he inherited his grandfather's talent and grew up silently to an excellent magic craftsman. Let me introduce to you, the one in my hand is the representative work of Xiaogang Hammer, a small microphone!"

The dwarf god envoy looked at the round metal object and felt more and more uneasy.

Steel Hammer was secretly studying magic technology. Mazeros only learned about it after the guards searched the underground passage of Steel Hammer's house a few days ago.

However, this small microphone was always carried by a steel hammer.

Therefore, Mazeros did not know the existence of this magical technology product.

"Steel Hammer introduces that its magic circuit is the same as the magic amplifier in the square. Press this button and the red light here will light up, and the sound can be transmitted to the amplifier." Dorn continued.

The small microphone in his hand was on a red light at this moment, flashing.

According to Donne himself, the relationship between this small microphone and the loudspeaker on the altar is the same as the relationship between the microphone and the broadcast.

"What are you talking about? The loudspeaker next to the altar has obviously been damaged by you!" Mazeros looked at the red light of the small microphone and felt that his whole body was getting cold, but he still felt a little lucky.

"Ah, I'm broken, right?" Dorn tapped the dining table with his finger:

"But, do you know? I asked him when I was at Steel Hammer's house just now, how long would it take if he was asked to repair the magic power amplifier? And his answer to me was at most half an hour."
Chapter completed!