Ron looked at the result, helplessly amused.
Though the form of performance was extremely absurd, the internal logic of the deduction was correct:
Forcibly instilling ideas only provokes stronger resistance, ultimately leading to mutual destruction.
"It seems the first method won't work..."
He nodded thoughtfully:
"Then, let's try the second strategy."
.........
[Second Deduction: The Merchant's Farce]
The stage setting switched instantly, the magnificent temple transformed into a bustling medieval market.
Everywhere there were colorful stalls, the air filled with the scent of spices and copper coins.
This time Ron's role was a shrewd merchant, dressed in silk robes, holding an abacus, smiling kindly but with sharp eyes.
The priest actors also immediately changed into merchant costumes, the solemn masks replaced by greedy expressions.
"Esteemed... uh, customers!"
Merchant Ron stood in front of the stall, loudly calling with a honeyed voice:
