Chapter 1036 A Further Awakening

On the 15th of the cold month, Cecil City was already filled with a post-victory atmosphere.

For ordinary citizens, the complex entanglement of interests between countries is too profound, and the knowledge of gods is too far away. Many people cannot understand the truth behind this war, but a war that ends in victory is always worth celebrating. ——Although the official armistice announcement has not been issued, and the negotiations between Typhon and Cecil have not even begun, a lot of good news has already begun to spread in the big cities with convenient communication, in the last months of winter. , the good news lifts the spirits like the coming month of recovery.

Near the Imperial College, a tall young man with short silver hair was walking quickly across the street.

The snow left on the road a few days ago has been cleaned up, and the dirty snowdrifts are clustered under the street trees on both sides of the road, ready to become new supplies for the trees when the weather turns warm. Children were running around among the snowdrifts, making snowball fights with the dirty snow without caring whether their clothes would get dirty, while some citizens on vacation walked lazily, and some stood at the door, Discussing with neighbors all the news that's been going around in town lately—mostly about the war on the frontier.

Ordinary people's understanding of war is always very one-sided, even though they may have experienced a life of ups and downs, they can't accurately describe the big battle between Typhon and Cecil. Understanding the way to discuss the victory of the empire, the defeat of the enemy, and the rumors about the loss of control of the gods and the pollution of the church, these voices entered the ears of the silver-haired young man. We crossed this not very long street.

He came to a clean and tidy house facing the street, glanced at the house number in front of him, walked up a few steps, took out the key to open the door, and a warm air rushed towards him.

The young man stepped into the house. The warmth brought by the central heating quickly dispelled the chill he had accumulated along the way. He poked his head and glanced in the direction of the living room. At the same time, he took off his coat and hung it on the hook on the nearby wall. ——The footsteps came quickly from the stairs, and after a while, a familiar voice sounded: "Hi! Fendil! I heard the door slam, and I guessed that you are back!"

The silver-haired heir to the north, Fendil Wilder looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Elaine Franklin with a tired face and messy hair walking towards him, a smile on his face: " Why do you look like you haven't slept in a year."

"I'm doing my tutor's homework - some calculations about the loss of mana in the crystals... Hey, not something to brag about, nothing comparable to what a 'big hero' has just pulled off the battlefield. ," Elaine with short brown hair and a slightly short stature came to Fendil and glanced at the non-commissioned officer's coat that the other party had just hung on the wall next to him, with a hint of admiration in his expression, "You are now someone who has experienced the battlefield. already."

"Don't say that,

Fendil waved his hand immediately, "I'm just a non-commissioned officer who hasn't graduated yet - Your Majesty has incorporated us into the second-tier battle group. In fact, most of the time I, the other non-commissioned officers and the recruits spend most of the time in the Covenant Castle to the Winter Wolf. The supply line between the forts was busy, and apart from being a little nervous when transporting supplies to the shelling positions on the front line at the end, I didn’t really touch the battlefield at all, let alone any military exploits. "

Elaine couldn't help looking up and down at the other party: "I didn't expect you to be such a humble person."

Fendil laughed and said casually as he walked towards the living room: "If you have a strict aunt, you will be as humble as I am - she sent me a message when she knew I was going to the front as a trainee sergeant. The magic net news, summed up only one thing: if I dare to replace the merits or brag about the battlefield experience, she will freeze me and hang me on the highest tower of Winterhold..."

Eleven shrank his neck immediately: "I feel that Ms. Victoria can really do it..."

"Of course she can - so we'd better stop talking about this horrible subject," Fendil slumped down on the soft sofa in the living room, a sense of relaxation that made him tense since he left the front lines. His nerves and muscles were relieved a little bit. He glanced at his friend who was walking over, and his face showed a look that would only be revealed when he asked for help, "Elevin, I need your help with something..."

"Let me help?" Elaine pointed to himself somewhat unexpectedly, "Is it another study in mathematics and magic classes? Do you still have studies in this area in the second phase of the non-commissioned officer department?"

"Of course not," Fendil waved at once, "I just need your grammar skills—you know, I'm not good at that."

"Grammar?" Elaine frowned subconsciously when he heard the other party's words, "Fendil, did you see a girl in the army that made your heart flutter? But I want to remind you that it's better to kiss something like a love letter yourself. …”

"Stop, stop, let alone this!" Fendil was dumbfounded by his friend's too rich associative ability, he waved his hand forcefully, "It's a serious matter, the superior told me to do it, but I feel a little clueless, So I want to ask your help. Of course, there is no confidentiality involved in this matter, and you can rest assured in this regard."

Elaine hesitated, but after seeing the serious look of his friend, he nodded: "It depends on the specific help, I reserve the right to refuse."

"It's very simple, His Majesty has instructed some of us who have experienced this war to write something," Fendil said slowly, organizing the language. He thought of the atmosphere in the city preparing to celebrate, and also thought of those who talked about the news on the streets of the city. Citizen, "About who we are fighting this war with, why we are fighting it, the aftermath of the war, and how this war is related to people from all walks of life - I know how to say it, but I need to You help me polish the specific content."

Elaine listened carefully to what her friend said, but couldn't help showing a curious look on her face: "I know what you want me to do, but...why do you do this?"

...

"Let's say it's for further 'awakening' and let people get rid of the quagmire of ignorance and blindness," Gawain returned to his familiar study in Cecil Palace, Amber stood beside him as always, and what he said was to The curious half-elf listened, "Actually, we should have done this before the war started - it's just that the changes exceeded the plan and we didn't have time to catch up."

Having said that, he glanced at Amber, who was thinking, with a half-smile, and explained seriously: "Let the military intellectuals summarize all kinds of common sense about war, sort out the context behind the war, and let the propaganda department carry out investigations on citizens" "Analysis of War", in terms of motivation, meaning and long-term impact, to tell everyone who we fought and why we fought, why we won and why we were peaceful. In a sense, this is the same as the knowledge dissemination we have been committed to. important things."

"I seem to understand what you're thinking," Amber really thought for a while, and even her ears drooped, but she finally understood what Gawain was thinking, "it's the concept you mentioned earlier... country... , nation, society - people must first understand what kind of collective they are in, in order to establish a sense of identity with this collective, and further establish a longer-term cohesion...Is this what you mean?"

"This is a big part of the reason," Gawain was delighted that Amber really remembered what she usually taught her (although she also remembered a lot of things that didn't need to be remembered at the same time), "We need Building a more progressive and enlightened society requires that we have more progressive and enlightened members of society, and neither Typhon nor Cecil is doing enough at the moment. People need to know more Reason, need more thinking, need to be able to discern right from wrong, rather than face social changes in ignorance and ultimately attribute these changes to heroes, emperors or 'God forbid' - if that happens , then a lot of our efforts will be in vain.”

"I understand what you mean, but it's not easy to do," Amber pouted, seemingly not very optimistic, "There will always be a minority who can think rationally and distinguish right from wrong, even if there are tens of thousands of scholars who keep telling everyone about this day and night. The way the world works, and millions of people will continue to be blinded, and what's more, they will take what you teach them out of context, or misunderstand, or even deliberately distort the content - after all, now you're going to teach They are no longer given the simple spelling of words and addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, but the subtle structure of the deep state and society."

"Indeed, there will always be a minority of people who can think rationally and distinguish right from wrong... But even if we can change one percent of the people, it will be a huge boost to the entire society," Gawain leaned on the chair , with the fingers of both hands folded and placed in front of him in a very relaxed posture, "and more importantly, our preaching will give ordinary people some opportunities to think - whether their thinking is deep or shallow, Whether it is right or wrong, this kind of thinking itself is the most important.

"We need to let everyone know that everything in this world has laws to follow, from their daily lives to the wars between empires. These can be explained, and further natural phenomena and social changes, It should also be understandable, as long as this concept gradually takes root in the hearts of the people, we can breathe a sigh of relief.”

Amber blinked: "Even if a group of stupid people are arguing with a bunch of stupid questions after reading the newspaper, is it better to have them shout 'God bless' after seeing something they can't understand?"

"What you summed up... it's really in place," Gawain glanced at Amber in surprise, "I didn't expect such a good summary."

"I usually study hard, okay?" Amber put his waist on his back, "The messy concepts you usually talk about become more complicated and difficult to understand, I don't want to be laughed at by Heidi and Rebecca every time. ."

Gawain looked at the half-elf with a half-smile, he was already familiar with the character of the other party, he knew that a little compliment would make this guy get carried away, but at least this time she really understood her philosophy, so let him It's no big deal for this guy to be complacent for a while.

And while Amber was complacent, Gawain gradually fell into thinking.

He has now returned to Cecil City, but the "war" between Typhon and Cecil has not really settled. Now that the two empires have ceased fire, the Typhons have agreed to the terms of the truce negotiation in the elf neutral zone, and Rosetta Augustus has sent a handwritten letter to personally recognize the "community alliance" However, whether it is a truce negotiation or the establishment of a "community alliance", these two things will take a little time.

Rosetta Augustus has returned to Aldenand. The Typhons have paid a heavy price in this national disaster, and now Rosetta must find a way to stabilize the shaky domestic situation. Fortunately, he made preparations in advance and eliminated almost all the opposition in the country by means of thunder, and at the same time controlled all the key lifelines in the country with absolute military power. The military aristocrats including Ferdinand Wendell stood firmly in the royal family. On the one hand, in theory, as long as these military aristocrats remain unshakable, then the situation within Typhon will not deteriorate, and as the trade between the two countries resumes and the economy warms up, everything will get better.

On the other hand, Gawain and Rosetta also issued "invitation letters" to the countries they have established diplomatic relations with, calling on these countries to send representatives to face the changes in the world together.

A war on the Typhon-Cecil border shattered the plains and shook the world, and although no more countries were involved in the disaster, there are still countless eyes on it. War, and the shocking "mad gods" in the final battle. Gawain believes that every country concerned about this war has some means of its own, and their rulers should have more or less inquired about the secrets behind this divine disaster - most of them should be caught in it now. The complex mentality of panic and confusion, and now... Typhon and Cecil will officially publicize this divine disaster.

But when it comes to the specific content of the announcement...it needs to be carefully considered and handled with caution.

Gawain must take into account those gods who are not out of control and are in normal state and their churches, to prevent a public information from being too stimulating and causing the gods behind these churches to have a tendency to be unstable, and at the same time to ensure that what is announced. There is enough information, enough to shock the world, to arouse the vigilance of the leaders of various countries, let them realize that the gods are not perfect protectors, and let them realize that the gods also have the hidden danger of losing control.

While thinking about these issues, Gao Wen was constantly thinking about another thing:

Typhon and Cecil have paid a huge price to eliminate a crazy god of war, but there is far more than one god in this world.

For such a price, how many times can all mortals pay together?

Not to mention that there are huge hidden dangers behind this kind of head-to-head elimination - after the lack of the divine position, if the follow-up spiritual construction and ideological guidance of the public do not keep up, if a large number of ordinary people still habitually fear the corresponding gods, Get used to attributing things to the gods...then sooner or later the fallen god will return to his place, and the huge sacrifices made to destroy the mad god will become meaningless.

It is because of this concern that Gawain considered further literacy of the entire population, and put on the agenda the work of dissecting war and clarifying the principles of politics and economics, but he knew that this was still not enough.

In general, he is worried about these two things: the first is that there are so many gods in the world, and even if a mortal can kill a god once, he may not be able to sweep all the gods; second, he is worried about the spirit of the follow-up. The construction can't keep up, the world's habitual prayers and blind reverence for the unknown will make the gods return to their positions.

While thinking, he subconsciously scribbled on a blank piece of manuscript paper with the pen in his hand, first a few messy letters, and then a few words were scribbled out.

Amber was just recovering from her complacent state. Noticing Gawain's movements, she curiously turned her head over and glanced aside.

An unfamiliar word caught her eye:

Theocratic Council.

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