Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

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Zhou Yun exchanged the chips in his hand for 57,500 dinars. Of these, 3,000 dinars were used to repay the money he borrowed today, and 1,296 dinars were used to repay the debts owed by his predecessor.

As for the remaining 50,000 dinars, nearly a quarter of a ton of silver, Zhou Yun naturally couldn't find a bag to carry it home.

The temples that often act as banks in Macurag are the major temples, so Zhou Yun certainly wouldn't choose the Temple of Simeneta, which is clearly associated with Slaanesh.

The remaining temples, the Temples of Thalassa, simultaneously enshrine multiple gods from the Thalassa system.

Their beliefs include... the God of Golden Sincerity, the God of Mad Laughter and Jest, the God of Two-Headed Birds, and some other random gods... um...

Zhou Yun recalled the words of Bishop Agrippa of the Catholic Church.

Believing in so many things, aren't you afraid of getting tainted by evil gods?

Zhou Yun had some doubts about the things the Temple of the Gods in Tarasa believed in. Could they be the three of the four great swindlers in the galaxy: the Star God Fraudster, the Laughing God of the Elven Race, and the God of Change, Tzeentch?

Zhou Yun developed deep doubts about the credibility of the Tarasa Temple and silently resolved never to go to the Tarasa system in his life.

Next is the Temple of the Cleansing Gardens of Lacus, whose faith originated in the heavenly world of Lacus and is dedicated to the goddess of the Cleansing Gardens.

Lux is actually quite famous, with a pleasant climate, fertile land, and abundant resources, making it a popular and habitable planet. It is now the main supplier of agricultural products to the entire Altera region.

Even with the relatively inefficient mode of transport, such as sub-light speed travel, Macragge was easily fed...

Later, during the Plague Wars of the forty-first millennium, Lacus was transformed by Primarch Robert Guilliman into a hospital planet to treat the Nurgle plague, but was ultimately destroyed by the Nurgle plague and demons.

Considering his future being tainted by Nurgle, Zhou Yun did not choose the Cleansing Garden Temple of Lacus, fearing that his little money would become unclean.

Then there's the mainstream belief in Macragge, which holds that cowards are condemned to the eight hells, and who very openly proclaim themselves as the warlords of the Temple of Khorne...

Finally, there is the Broken Lighthouse Temple.

Zhou Yun pondered the name "Broken Lighthouse" again.

He recalled the vision he had seen in the prophecy, the mountain called the "Lighthouse."

Furthermore... Zhou Yun already had a guess about the identity of that "lighthouse."

If Zhou Yun's guess is correct, the god worshipped by this Broken Lighthouse Temple is probably the least likely to be associated with warp entities in all of Macragge.

Moreover, if Zhou Yun wants to change the future direction of the entire galaxy, then the Lighthouse will be a very important part.

Zhou Yun thought for a moment, deposited the money in the name of the Broken Lighthouse Temple, and then left the casino.

Cicero stood on the high platform on the second floor, watching this scene with a livid face.

"We underestimated this kid. He's probably Lucretius's secret apprentice, pretending to be stupid to fool us," Libo said with a gloomy face.

He disliked that bastard wizard Lucretius quite a bit. The old man had repeatedly used his psychic powers to sneak into the Temple of Simeneta and steal the books and artifacts treasured there... In fact, it wasn't just the Temple of Simeneta; the old man had visited almost every temple when he was young, and only now that he was old did he start to behave himself.

However, although Lucretius was highly skilled in psychic arts, he had no god behind him, and his actions were purely out of his own interest and interests, so it was not worth the cost of eliminating him.

"So, regarding the money I owe, could you...?" Cicero looked at Lipo and said somewhat uncertainly.

"What are you thinking? This is money you borrowed yourself, I won't forgive it." Lipo glared at Cicero. "I'm currently vying for the position of High Priest, how can I just forgive your debts?"

Cicero clenched his fists, but he was actually helpless.

"Actually, you don't have to pay it back," Tul said to Cicero while rubbing his aching stomach.

Cicero's eyes lit up immediately, as if he had seen an opportunity.

"A debt slave like you could fetch a high price on the market," Tour said, smiling at Cicero.

Cicero's face darkened further.

The only option was to ask that elder for help... Cicero rarely feared anyone, and that elder was one of them.

"Hey everyone, I have to go now. My stomach's been a bit upset, probably from drinking too much. I need to go to the bathroom." Tuer waved his hand and hurried off to the restroom.

Cicero shook his head. What kind of rubbish were his teammates?

Damn it, how can we break through the conservative atmosphere of Macurag by following this group? How can we let more people experience unbridled ecstasy?

Cicero's actions were never for his own benefit, but to enable everyone in Macurag to break free from constraints and experience life.

Therefore, he had to become the tutor of Connor Guilliman's successor, to influence him and Connor Guilliman, and to change the atmosphere of the entire Macurag...

"That man." Just then, the blind witch, who had been silent and trembling, opened her mouth: "He is not Lucretius's student."

Libo raised an eyebrow slightly: "No?"

"Absolutely not! His skills far surpass Lucretius's." The blind witch roared, "Lucretius merely claims to be the successor of the ancient wizards, but that boy, his skills, are definitely from the witchcraft of the ancient wizard king's era. He is probably a follower of the god of witchcraft."

There was a two or three-second silence before Libo spoke hesitantly: "Are you sure? The worship of the God of Magic disappeared long ago, after the first cry of the God of War and after the King of War ruled Macragge. It hasn't appeared for who knows how many years."

"He certainly doesn't bear any trace of divine grace, but his skills are flawless... I suspect he's part of the God of Sorcery's plan to return to Macurag." The blind witch said in a trembling voice, "The God of Sorcery hasn't truly returned yet, so we still have a chance to kill him... Even if we can't kill him, we can drive him mad."

Lippo frowned; he knew what the blind witch was about to say.

"Sixty-six offerings, right?"

"Yes, and it has to be quick. It must be done before the god of witchcraft returns," the blind witch said, her voice almost frantic.

"It's too hasty. Sixty-six living people, even if they all volunteered, it's inevitable that they would leave traces and attract attention in such a short time." Libo shook his head repeatedly.

But the god of witchcraft...

The sorcerer who worshipped Him, who was said to be on the verge of ascension before his death and would drag all of Macragge into the realm of the gods, temporarily lost his power because of the first cry of the God of the First Cry...

If the god of magic were to truly return, he would likely become a great enemy of the god of first cries.

"I have to ask the elders for their opinion," Libo said, and immediately headed towards the fourth floor of the bathhouse.

A moment later, Libo returned and nodded to the blind witch: "The elders have agreed. We'll set a time, and I'll bring you the offerings."

"Okay, then——————"

"Help! Lord Tull's toilet has collapsed, and he's fallen into the cesspool!!"

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