Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 247



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247. Come to church to report gambling addiction

A long time ago, when I was sitting in front of a monitor or wearing a VR device.

It’s a new thing, but the game windows have nothing to do.

All I have is time left over that I can’t use, so what can I do with it?

All we do is repeat the same old, wasteful arguments and attempts, with each other’s pride at stake.

Most of the topics were too precious to even spare a thought for, but there was one topic that was particularly memorable.

A fight between absolute evils who have become human [Fantasy Monarch] during multiplayer.

The starting point was a user who bravely declared war on the AI ​​monarch and was then defeated in return.

[Guys, I think I’m going to go to war, please support me ㅠㅠ]

It was not a team battle, but an individual battle, and in a feudal game where one only had to protect one’s own family and territory, there was no reason to help a user from the outskirts who had no connections or benefits.

Still, there were users who looked around the battlefield, wondering if there was anything to tear off.

And the users who went out to watch were unanimously united.

[Hey, what on earth were you thinking when you went to war?]

[Haha one of them left.]

[You fucking bastard, are you unscrupulous in expecting to win a war like that?]

Everyone spoke in unison.

It was a war that should never have started in the first place.

That’s understandable. The AI ​​monarch who declared war was a powerful figure who led an army of 1,000 standing troops, and 5,000 troops when all conscripts were mobilized.

He did not simply end with an army of 5,000 men, but he was a great lord who had an alliance of 12,000 men thanks to his sons and daughters being sent for political marriages.

On the other hand, users who started a war against such a great lord gathered allies and mercenaries, and only had 8,000.

Considering that most of the troops are conscripts who were brought in to fill their quotas, they are completely inferior in both quality and quantity.

And the quality and size of the troops also symbolized the prosperity and economic power of the territory.

While the frontier users were struggling to pay the salaries to maintain an army of 8,000, the AI ​​monarch was clearly seen preparing for a rush of mercenaries by gradually raising military funds while leading a large army of 17,000 including allied forces.

At this point, you might be starting to get curious.

Why on earth did they start the war?

To find out, we need to look at the logs of conversations between users before this reckless war broke out.

It all started with a message being sent to a user who recently won a war of conquest.

[Huh? Sir, isn’t that the land I was planning to eat?]

[?]

The fuse of war is triggered because someone else takes away the land that someone else has taken.

Up to this point, it was a category that anyone could understand.

Since it was an individual competition from the beginning, war between users was an unavoidable area.

The real problem was something else.

[What do you mean, it takes two months by boat from your capital to the land I ate?]

There were too many frontier users who were greedy.

In a situation where the dukes and princes are struggling, a count with only two territories – a border user – has intervened.

Even though they don’t have a large army or are wealthy, they already have their eyes on other people’s honey land.

If you had your eyes on him, you should have quietly built up your strength and then aimed for him instead of showing off.

The frontier users showed unimaginable behavior here.

[I have no other direction to go, so isn’t it too much for other users to get this first?]

In fact, if there is only one real entrance and it is blocked, I would give the multiplayer version of [Fantasy Monarch] some leeway, even though they are blaming it on the absolute evil war.

There’s no other reason, but it’s just that one of the users is a fucking idiot and it’s boring when he retires too quickly.

But this time the story was a little different.

[???]

[What are you talking about, sir? There are other lands too.]

[No~ If someone saw it, they would think that the east, west, south, and north were all blocked by mountain ranges~.]

The location where the frontier users settled was similar to the Black Sea coast in Europe.

Roughly speaking, it is a region with potential, with shallow seas to the south, developed cities and civilizations to the west, and decent tribes to the east.

However, saying that it had potential was not enough to meet the high demands of users in the periphery.

[It’s all shit there.]

***

In this conversation, there were three major mistakes made by the border users.

First, even if you feel wronged and angry, don’t show it, just endure it quietly and build up your strength.

There is a reason why people often say that offense is the best defense.

While the attacker aims for a single point, the defender, not knowing where the attack will come from, must distribute his strength to all sides, so when they collide, the attacker naturally has the advantage.

But what if the attacker reveals their intentions first?

Second, the concept of a second best option was rejected.

If all the land in the world were honey, there would be no war or anything.

But in the world, there was a paradise flowing with milk and honey, and a desert where nothing grew.

A true master knows how to implement various reform measures and internal affairs, such as irrigation projects and brokerage trade, to build up power even in the so-called shit land of the desert.

In a world where those who deny the location of the land are called non-game-playing brats, but those who do not rely on the land are called experts.

It was a multiplayer version of [Fantasy Monarch], and the frontier users were too tied up in the honey land to be called the latter.

But if it had been for just these two reasons, I might have survived.

Third, the biggest mistake made by the periphery users.

[….]

The fact was that the user who had snatched the honey land that the border users had been eyeing was none other than ‘me’.

The appeal of the frontier users was not something that could be easily ignored.

What would happen if users who didn’t think much of it started to feel a sense of crisis about my growth appeared?

You must have groaned and given up under all kinds of tangible and intangible restraints and pressures.

So I vowed thorough revenge.

It is assumed that the AI ​​lords of the major territories that the frontier users are targeting have been friendly with each other for a long time, and an alliance has been formed through strategic marriage.

That’s how the AI ​​monarch’s never-ending financial stream and 12,000-strong allied force were born.

Despite this, the periphery users were optimistic about the situation.

[You’re an AI monarch ally, so can I hit you? Haha]

I don’t know what kind of confidence he had when he said he was going after the land I had already conquered and then tried to create a movement against me.

I gave this confident friend a simple answer.

[Yeah, try it.]

War is a gamble.

And honest people hate gambling.

Even people who are addicted to gambling.

Even though my brain was slightly melting on dopamine, this thought still remained.

Then why did this not-so-pleasant memory come to mind?

“Yes, good news!”

The terrible news that befell me as I was leaning back in my chair, enjoying my thoughts.

The Colonial Office’s chief of staff, John Min-meori, came running with an excited look on his face and said.

“Selling the rights to the spoils of war after a victory in the form of bonds or lottery tickets was a huge success! Especially after it was revealed that Sir Terveer was advancing at a rapid pace, there was no place that wasn’t selling out!”

“…”

“Even the authors who were hesitant to donate are now scraping together all the family’s treasures. Your Highness is truly a saint…! A saint with God-given talents!!!”

“Hmm. I can understand the snake’s feelings a little bit now.”

“Huh? …Why are you suddenly talking about snakes?”

Maybe the snake that fed him the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil didn’t really know the truth.

Do you want to try the fruit of good and evil? It’s delicious!

You might have told them to try it because it’s really good for your health and delicious, but then realized later that it was fucked up.

I shook my head, feeling a bitter aftertaste.

“John, this is not something to be overjoyed about.”

“But the finances that you’ve been singing about so much are now in the black?!”

“How can it be a happy thing when the whole country is obsessed with gambling?”

Then John’s eyes became dim.

“Isn’t this the plan you were pushing forward to incorporate Yeha into the system…?”

“It was an inevitable decision to strengthen the Holy War Army, but the negative effects are already apparent. We will prevent side effects by preparing follow-up measures in advance before the problem becomes a problem.”

A wise man prepares for the future when he has no choice but to use extreme poison.

“In order to save those who are about to lose their assets through gambling, a means of livelihood essential to sustaining life comes to mind. The ownership of these means of livelihood is transferred to the church in advance and a relief measure in the form of leasing them to those who have lost their assets comes to mind.”

“…?”

“If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to ask, John.”

It certainly seems groundbreaking.

John the Bald tilted his head at the innovative solution that was difficult for the average person in this medieval world to come up with.

“I, Your Majesty.”

“Hmm. I’m listening.”

“Isn’t that just usury and stealing people’s stuff?”

……

“conflict!!!!!”

“Eww?!”

“How can you compare a gang of robbers who lend money for personal gain and then demand more, with a church that provides legal protection for the poor who are at risk of losing their livelihoods because they are addicted to gambling?”

“Protection? Are you serious?!”

“It’s insurance, insurance! If the church determines that the debtor is honest and has completely stopped gambling, it will be returned to the heir in the form of a long-term lease! There is no problem since the church only has ownership on paper!!!”

How dare you disparage the gambling countermeasures that this body has devised with good intentions and systematically as something like usury?

Even though John had been with me for a long time, I couldn’t just ignore it.

There are things people can say and things they can’t say…

In the first place.

What’s the problem with a church that has a lot to do and does a lot of good things renting it for free for about 200 years?

***

September 12, 1226.

It has been nearly two months since Terveer’s crusade entered Nevar.

And the news that came out over the course of two months shattered all distrust and suspicion.

“I heard that Lord Tervere is advancing like crazy. I heard that all the lords in the area either fled or resisted and were captured in one fell swoop.”

The pagans were so frightened by the power of the ten thousand that they barely showed themselves.

Even if they were revealed, only a very small number were found, most of them were pursued and killed by the Holy Army.

The lords and private soldiers who sympathized with Ise were no exception.

victory.

Although it was small, the Holy War Army was continuing its undefeated march with consecutive victories.

Moreover, when we occasionally heard news of defeating hordes of one or two thousand men, everyone was able to let go of their anxiety and doubts.

“We need to clean up the entire Nevar area. I heard that even the Nevar diocese isn’t functioning properly.”

Some argue that this is a good opportunity to expand the diocese of Powis, or at least to gain an advantage over other dioceses.

“They say there are many dead or missing people. They say there are also many abandoned items…”

Someone began to have an eye on the lost property that no one had even seen.

-As Bishop Powis intended, Narva.

“Okay, everyone calm down! Ticketing is finished for today!”

“Again? I’ve been waiting for two days!”

“Should I buy this ticket on the black market…”

People shouting and begging in every square of a large estate.

Yes, that’s right.

Instead of simply distributing war bonds and postwar land rights on a quantitative basis, Narva introduced lotteries and drawings.

It’s a common product, but the reason it’s so popular is because of Narva.

The fact that Narva was a close associate of the Vatican and a leader who would have deep influence on the future operation of the morning system was what fueled the desire to buy.

With the military funds collected in this way, he built an army and managed important weapons.

The full-body plate armor to be brought to Terveer was one of them.

One of the purchase orders that Cardinal Martyr had given up has finally been delivered in person.

Narva, with the help of her maid Edwina, began to apply blood here and there to her full plate armor.

“Look at these lines and silvery sheen, these elegant and functional sophistication. Isn’t it beautiful even to a woman’s eyes?”

“master.”

“Huh? I thought so?”

“If you’re going to shed that precious blood, here, in this glass too…”

“…”

Narva did not stop what he was doing, even as he slowly stepped aside to put some distance between them.

He cut his palm with the dagger, let the silvery blood flow, then rubbed it all the way to the armor joints, and when the blood seemed to dry, he cut his palm again.

“master.”

“huh?”

“Now, if the glass doesn’t work, then licking it with your tongue… would that be okay?”

“What on earth is youth!”

“Ugh…”

Devotion Level 4: The words of those who have achieved immortality sometimes become a cruel knife to ordinary people.

Narva sighed briefly and waved the back of his hand.

“Later. Can’t you see that I’m about to collapse from anemia?”

He said this with a forced frown on his healthy, blushing face.

Of course, it was a mischievous prank.

Narva taunted Edwina, the maid who longed for youth, and laughed heartily before secretly cutting his palm and pouring the blood into a cup.

Everything went smoothly.

It was a time when I could spend my days worrying about trivial things.

And it was shortly thereafter that the field commander, Terveer, sent a handful of hair for advice.