Ning Fan knew that there were certainly flaws in his argument, but he was too lazy to elaborate.
The most important thing now is to stir up public sentiment, then bring the Temple on board and accelerate the conflict with the City Hall.
And the fuse for the conflict is precisely the three Saintesses of the Fire Worship Cult.
"The hatred is from a thousand years ago. Three delicate young girls now fall into the hands of this perverted Nakta II. I refuse to believe that no one feels compassionate."
Nakta II's reputation is already foul, inciting the public's dissatisfaction long ago.
As long as a vent is opened in these discontented emotions, it surely will lead to a chain reaction.
"Master Ning is right. Even slaves cannot be beaten or killed at will."
"Who? Courting death!"
Nakta II looked angrily at the crowd, who were immediately too frightened to breathe.
"Hmph! The only son of the Pharaoh, Nakta II, such impressive authority, such murderous spirit."
