Chapter 739 (2/2)

The power of the God of Aristocracy was strong enough. Their way of thinking, as well as their means, were also worthy of recognition. However, when compared to the God of Knights and the God of Revenge—who was now the God of Light—they lacked two very important qualities: responsibility, as well as the preparedness to sacrifice for the humans.

Whether it was the God of Knights or the God of Revenge, both were filled with a sense of responsibility for the whole of mankind. In their hearts, humans held the greatest importance. They were more important than any other interests, even more important than their own principles. So when the God of Protection realized that the God of Revenge had such unscrupulous means that he himself could not match up to, he gave up his place as the God King without regret. And after he handed it over to the other party, he assumed the role of the God of Knights and in turn pledged service to the other party.

When the God of Revenge realized that his priesthood was not suitable for him to serve as the God of Human Beings, he did not hesitate to seal up his priesthood. He would rather endure a pain that made him feel like his soul was perpetually being torn apart to ensure that he would not be influenced by his priesthood. This way, he could keep his mind clear enough to consider problems.

Such a great sacrifice and such a strong sense of responsibility that could make them so oblivious of himself—these were all qualities that the God of Aristocracy did not have.

Without such spirit and attitude, would they be able to shoulder the responsibility of carrying the burden of the entire Human God System and all of mankind at the most critical moments?

The God of Diplomacy remained silent with his heart filled with doubt.

To ensure the success of her promotion, the God of Aristocracy instigated a war without any concern. If nothing else, just the mere act of inciting their followers to get involved in an open fight with the followers of the Goddess of Wealth made him deeply doubtful of whether the God of Aristocracy would be truly reliable when the time came.

But none of this could change the mind of the God of Light. The God of Diplomacy had once again reminded the God of Light about the unreliability of the God of Aristocracy upon his return, but the latter remained obstinate about his decision. He made the God of Aristocracy the foremost candidate in succeeding as God King of the Human God System in case of emergency.

Watching the God of Diplomacy walk out amidst sighs, Wuther Rang, who was seated on his icy-cold throne, broke into a smile that lacked warmth.

There were some matters that were only known to him. There were certain secrets that no confidants of his could know, secrets that he had to bury deep within him.

If the so-called “emergency situations” truly occurred, the God of Diplomacy would naturally come to know why he had to make such a decision.

The considerations of gods did not really have much to do with mortals.

The mortals had their own considerations.

“What did you say? Make peace with the merchant party?!” an earl exclaimed as he jumped to his feet in shock at the meeting of the aristocratic party.

This suggestion was made by one of the two marquises, Marquis Yug, who was also called the “Marquis of Gemstones.” He was a follower of the Goddess of Fortune, but his oldest son was a follower of the God of Aristocracy and had even funded the construction of the temple of the God of Aristocracy. Within the aristocratic party, he was more or less inclined towards the core party of the God of Aristocracy and had always been on bad terms Marquis Gordon, also known as the “Marquis of Gold,” who had always been inclined towards the God of Fortune.

No one would have expected that it was not Marquis Gordon but he who suggested making peace with the merchant party!

After all, in previous negotiations with the merchant party, he was the one with the most aggressive attitude, so much to the extent of practically refusing to yield an inch. At that time, he even shouted out intense words like, “I have four sons and five grandchildren. At most, we’ll all just fight till we’re all wasted. No one in the Yug family is afraid of death.” On the contrary, Marquis Gordon’s attitude was milder, and he was willing to be a little more accommodating.

Yet it had only been a year and a half; how could there be such a major turnabout in his attitude?

The aristocrats looked at each other and could not help but cry out in unison, “This does not make sense.”