After Richard said this, he suddenly felt so stupid, then instinctively rubbed his head, though he did not know whether he was rubbing his own or Little Jerry's.
After a while, seeing that Alfred and Vic remained silent, Richard could only force an awkward laugh:
"Uh, well, I was joking."
"Hiss..." Vic frowned and said, "That actually seems like a pretty good method."
Richard said, "Uh, really?"
Vic rubbed the space between his brows. "During the operation, ordering the clerics not to wear Order Clerical Robes would be fine. The garrison can't go without armor... but we could paint their armor another color first. That should be fine too, right?"
Alfred said, "We're the ones drawing up the mission plan. In theory, there's no problem."
Once the mission was issued, those receiving it might find it strange, but they would still comply.
"Heh." Vic laughed outright. "So that solves it?"
Alfred countered, "But if none of our people wear clerical robes, and all the garrison's armor is painted another color, who are those corpses lying on the ground in the image?"
This was sophistry, but its foundation lay in whether the prophecy was "true or false." An unknowable given naturally produced infinite possibilities.
Vic shook his head and sighed. "What a headache. Thinking about this is countless times more complicated than writing the plan, and the emotional swings are much worse. No wonder our great God of Order suppressed the Wall God. Gods and churches that dabble in this mystical nonsense deserve to be suppressed and forever classified as evil cults."
Alfred lifted his cup, took a sip of ice water, and said, "According to the accounts in the divine myths, the Wall God was suppressed by the God of Order because he painted the God of Order's end. It's