Hogwarts Archmage

There are fundamental differences between Hermione and Esther. Firstly, she is really younger than you. Secondly, she is still a human being and has a kindness in her heart.

For example, after hearing Margaery's words, her first reaction was not to be defensive, but to plan to talk to Esther...

Of course, this idea only existed in my mind for a moment. Firstly, betraying Margaery is not a good thing. Secondly, no matter what Esther’s true thoughts are, there is no result from this discussion-she knows the house. These people here are so stubborn, it's impossible for them to change their minds just because of a heart-to-heart talk.

In the end, she went to Esther, but not to discuss the matter, but to discuss how to deal with the matter in New York City.

Margaery has indeed opened up a new "playground" and has temporarily let this group of people go, but that doesn't mean that this guy will be so kind as to help them finish it off... In fact, it's a blessing if she doesn't cause trouble.

And Esther…

She reached the nightgown on the ground with some difficulty, put it on her body and followed Hermione out of the room, then said: "I don't think there is a rush, so let them handle it by themselves. Once we get out of the way, the nature of this matter will change... We are completely You can consider this matter as a test for your subordinates.”

"How to say?"

"What I mean is that not only Margaery will stop interfering, but you and I will also stop participating."

Hermione looked at her in disbelief: "Hey, Esther, the big man under the sea is gone, but there is still a guy there. Although it is very weak, in the eyes of humans in certain eras, it is enough to be called God is wise, if we don’t care…”

"Don't worry too much, it's just an empty frame, but have you forgotten someone?"

"who?"

"Your child's host."

Hermione was stunned for a moment: "You mean... Max?"

"Do you think she is a weakling?"

"I know she is much better than the guys we found later, but..."

The two people were chattering, and at this time one of the people they were discussing was holding a meeting with his younger brothers.

"The guys on land are so useless!"

Dagon held the bone staff in his hand and roared: "Half the city is full of fanatics, but they can't even open a space passage!"

The officials or priests from all walks of life below glanced at each other secretly and did not speak.

In fact, they don't really want to go to land. Life under the sea is very beautiful. With that flag, everyone only needs to stay safe and have enough food and clothing. The most important thing is that they are not suitable for living on land.

Some elders who were more curious had tried to go to the sea. They had two sets of respiratory systems and didn't think there was any problem. However, after a while, another problem appeared.

Their skin began to become dry or even withered. Without the buoyancy support of water for a long time, their physical strength was exhausted very quickly. Every fishman who came ashore felt uncomfortable. This process only took a few short 10 minutes. .

"host…"

An elder whose body was much mutilated took a step forward and said tentatively: "Actually, land is not very suitable for fish people..."

"coax!"

A loud sound reached the ears of others, and the braver guy was beaten to a pulp by Dagon.

He stretched his head in front of the group of guys below, looked at them with bright red eyes and said, "Have you forgotten our mission?"

No one dared to speak, but as a believer who accepted the faith, Dagon naturally saw what they were thinking.

"I know that you are greedy for your current peaceful life and an environment where you can reproduce peacefully. Our Father has been abandoned by us a long time ago. You feel that you no longer need to follow the orders left by the Father. But I can tell you that if we don't fight, there is only death waiting for us. !”

He roared angrily, and his voice set off waves of undercurrents at the bottom of the sea. He looked extremely angry, but he felt more or less guilty in his heart.

The fish-man does not need war, he is always the only one who needs war.

After devouring his father's flesh and blood, he evolved and gained some slight ability to calculate the future.

Dagon can clearly see that once the fish people develop into a peaceful society, everyone's faith will gradually be weakened, from fanatical believers to devout believers to shallow believers, and finally reduced to pan-believers or even pseudo-believers. At that time, he It will inevitably be weakened.

But there are still a group of guys on land who are planning to kill themselves!

He knew very well that the other party would most likely let go of the fish-men who had formed a peaceful society, but no matter what, he would either die or be controlled and become a puppet at the mercy of others---the latter was most likely, but that Worse than death.

"Listen, you idiots, you can't see the future, but I can. I saw the misery when your peaceful life was destroyed. Otherwise, how could I insist on doing such a thing!?"

Dagon tried to tell a lie to his former compatriots and current believers. He was a little uneasy at first, but seeing the believers becoming more and more anxious, he actually began to feel a little proud.

Seems...very useful?

****

In a war-torn city, there was a restaurant. Even though she was wearing a fairly tight dress, she still revealed her fatal charm. She was gently cutting a piece of steak with a table knife that had only been fried for a while.

She sighed with some lack of interest: "This guy is far from Dagon..."

A rather attractive middle-aged man sat opposite her. He ordered two glasses of wine from the waiter who was a little frightened by the artillery fire outside. After giving one to the beautiful woman in front of him, he asked with interest, "How do you say it?"

"Merser?"

Mercer was stunned for a moment, and then quickly responded: "Yes, good afternoon, Mr. Cthulhu."

"If you must have a title, you should call me Futan, and instead of sir, I am now madam."

Mercer shrugged: "Okay, Ms. Fortan."

She then nodded and began to answer the question, but she started with a rhetorical question: "Do you know who the real Dagon is?"

Mercer shook his head naturally.

"That was an extremely ugly guy, but full of courage and perseverance. He was smart, but not selfish. He once stole my blood for the sake of the reproduction of the tribe, but I forgave him because I knew there was nothing I could do for him. The tribe has found another leader who is more suitable than him... He is willing to die generously for his tribe. Look at this guy again..."

"I...I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough to see it."

Cthulhu shrugged: "It doesn't matter, it's just a piece of trash... It's okay if you can't see it, it will save your eyes."