Chapter 421: The Unleashed Beast

In Amber's eyes, Gawain seldom used such a long speech to explain a concept - this man who rose from the coffin always had thoughts in his head, but those thoughts seemed to go beyond the understanding of all beings in the world, so he was more Mostly, do one thing silently, lead everyone to do one thing together, and then let everyone understand little by little what is going on in the business they are engaged in. During this process, he will Explains, guides, but rarely lectures, and all of his "lectures"—if they count as lectures—are basically concentrated in the college textbooks.

In the textbooks of social general knowledge and history classes, Gawain wrote many things in this regard, because he once said: the worldview of adults changes very slowly, and only children can shape it from an early age.

It seems that this is what Gawain has always adopted to subtly influence adults and reform through labor, and to carry out school-age education and worldview shaping for children. It is a pity that Amber is not interested in school, and always runs away from meetings...

But she is not stupid. On the contrary, she is exceptionally smart. She quickly heard a lot of deep meaning from Gawain's words, and after thinking about it carefully, she realized a fact that shocked her: "You want to destroy Among the landed nobles, including…”

"Yes, including myself, including the Cecil family," Gawain looked into Amber's eyes calmly, "Have you not paid attention to the operation of the Government Affairs Office?"

Amber blinked and couldn't help scratching his hair: "How can I think so much... This is not my specialty..."

Beside him, Wright finally raised his head and exhaled after thinking silently: "Lord, I think I understand... Please forgive my question just now."

"Don't worry, it's good for you to think more about this," Gawain said. He looked at Wright, who seemed to have opened up some kind of knot, and began to guide him consciously, "You can also extend this idea and go to Think about the changes in Holy Light Church, and think about Holy Light's beliefs."

The expression on Wright's face became solemn, and in the solemnity, there was still a trace of thought and confusion that was difficult to detect.

"Abandon that false god and embrace the real Holy Light, you have regained the power of the Holy Light, but will you stop there?" Gawain continued, "Are you content to regain the power, or to move on , continue to go deep, to explore the secret behind this, to understand the truth of the Holy Light? Do you want to be satisfied with your own epiphany, or do you want to spread this epiphany to more people, so that more people realize the Holy Light? The true meaning of the virtue of light?"

Wright fell into a brief thought and silence, but soon raised his head: "I will not stop here - I already know the true meaning of the Holy Light, it belongs to everyone, in front of the Holy Light, monopolize the Holy Light. The Church of Light is the real blasphemer."

"You can think that way," Gawain knew this would be the answer for a long time, he nodded slightly, and then said, "About the changes that have happened to you, I will ask Pittman, let's study it together, you may He was the first person in history who voluntarily gave up his belief in the God of Light, and then controlled the Holy Light through his own power. The only one who is similar to you is the German who transformed natural magic into Druid magic about 3,000 years ago. Ruids, Pittman is more professional in this area, and he may be able to give you some reference suggestions for your future path."

"That's the best," Wright nodded immediately. "I just happen to have a lot of confusion."

"You should take a rest before that," Gawain said, "Take care of your thoughts."

Gawain left with Amber,

Wright was the only one left in the small church.

Standing in front of the wooden pulpit, he stared for a long time at the empty place where the icon was once housed, where the sun shone through the window, and a little dust floated in the sun, reflecting the stars .

"Break the monopoly of Holy Light and give back what people deserve..."

Wright grunted softly, then lowered his head, closed his eyes slowly, and prayed silently.

There are no icons here, and he no longer needs them. He is praying to the Light in his heart. His prayers are the virtues and beliefs he has believed in for decades.

The church was quiet, only the brilliance gradually emerged from the air, and a hazy and clear halo shrouded the armored priest, just like sunlight condensed into water flowing in the air, and in this lucid In the brilliance of , a little bit of light particles floated, gathered, and slowly gathered into a small figure.

This small figure fell lightly on Wright's shoulders in the light, as light as a weightless leaf. She raised her head and looked around, and found that no one saw her, so she quietly lay on Wright's face On his shoulders, he fell silently into sleep.

...

On the way to the lord's mansion, Amber has been wandering around Gawain restlessly, like a hamster that can't calm down, and occasionally looks at Gawain with a strange expression. He didn't want to pay attention to her, but the guy's annoying and wanting to do something finally made him unable to bear it. He stopped and pressed the dwarf melon on the spot: "What are you trying to say?"

"It's alright, I'm just curious how your brain grows," Amber confidently clasped his chest with his arms - it's really not imposing to do this when someone is pressing his head, "Now we two. Man, tell the truth—what you said in church was true?"

"Don't you usually read newspapers?" Gao Wen was rather dumbfounded, "You should know that I'm serious when you read what the newspapers say."

"I see, I threw it to Betty after reading the bizarre story," Amber continued to be righteous, then shook his head, and threw Gawain's hand away from his head, showing a puzzled expression, "But why do you To do this... throw away your own privileges, and even the privileges of future generations, just to bury the group you belong to... well, it sounds great, but why would you do it? ?"

Gawain saw a rare trace of seriousness in Amber's always unreliable expression, he couldn't help but smile, raised his finger and pointed at the city that was rapidly building: "You said, this city and the castle of the old land nobles , which one do you prefer?"

"Of course it's here," Amber replied without hesitation, "I know about the castle, so it looks imposing, and it's not as good as the workers' dormitory here - there's not even running water or heating. Not to mention, it's dirty and smelly, and people will freeze to death in the house."

"This is the first reason, I hope I can live in a better world, only a stronger, more advanced, more enlightened society can build such a city, and build a city that is more advanced than this , In this regard, the old aristocratic order has reached its limit, and they can't create the powerful, advanced and enlightened world I ask for, so I will create one myself."

Amber blinked: "Is there a second reason?"

"The second reason is because the world is not safe. The Typhons have already walked ahead of us. There is still a wasteland threat to the south. Now we have to face the civil war in Ansu. Face these challenges and make ourselves stronger. Getting up is the only way to survive," Gawain said for the first time the original and most important reason for creating a new order. He didn't expect that the first person to listen would be Amber, but he looked at the girl's rare seriousness. Appearance, he continued to say, "We must become strong in the fastest and most effective way, and at least be able to protect ourselves in this world, and every road that human beings have ever traveled has not been able to do this. , then I can only blaze a new path, and when there is no change or death, what reason is there to stick to the old order? And in fact... this new path seems to be the right one."

"Even if you're right..." Amber curled his lips, "but you haven't answered my question before--even without the old land nobles, you can make sure that the government council you built will not Will there be a day of corruption? If they also form a new...group, then..."

"So from the very beginning, I've been working on making supernatural powers like magic be controlled by ordinary people," Gawain interrupted Amber before she could finish speaking, "Guess why I keep emphasizing that the entire magic industry starts from In every link from research and development to manufacturing to use, we must finally be able to not rely on extraordinary people?"

Amber's eyes widened, and he was silent for a moment.

Gawain smiled slightly and did not make any further explanation on this topic.

From the very beginning, he knew that the "new order" he created was doomed to have hidden dangers, and that his change to the world was doomed to be incomplete.

Not only because tradition and inertia will hinder change, but also because the people's level of consciousness and the actual development law of productive forces are restricting change, it is impossible for him to forcibly create a perfect social order when the social foundation is completely substandard— - Even if it is created, it can only be a short-lived utopia, and this kind of utopia that ultimately compromises productivity cannot resist the tide of magic.

He can only push the society forward as much as possible on the basis of the existing productive forces, and push forward as far as possible in a limit way, and in the process, he has to allow the existence of those hidden dangers and defects ——In fact, one of the biggest flaws in this new order even came from himself: in order to ensure that the new order would not get out of control, and to ensure that social development was at its highest efficiency, to ensure that Cecil would be indestructible against the tide of magic in the future, He must ensure the greatest concentration of power, and he must concentrate the greatest power in his own hands, or in the hands of the Government Affairs Office that he controls, and this is a hidden danger.

This hidden danger will not break out during his lifetime, and it may not break out within a generation or two after his death (if his strange state of life really has a lifespan limit), but it will break out sooner or later.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Gawain arranged a "correction path" for his "new order" to develop in parallel, that is, the "magic power" that can be completely controlled by mortals.

He remembered hearing a sentence in his previous life: society develops in a spiral. He doesn't know whether this sentence is absolutely correct, but it has some truth to it, but in this world where extraordinary power exists, society even does spiral development. Less than - once the supernatural power is formed, it will almost permanently solidify the social structure, and the people in the lower classes do not have the ability to resist even 1/10,000, so that even if the upper class of society is deformed and corrupted to the limit, it will still sink and darken It continued, and "Magic Technology" was a beast that Gawain tamed to break this situation.

He may not be able to establish the most advanced social order in one step, because it is a castle in the air, but he can make ordinary people in later generations have the ability to overturn the table.

From the very beginning, "The New Cecil Order" wasn't his greatest achievement, "Supernatural powers for mortals" was.

The former allows him to build the Cecil Empire, and the latter allows ordinary people to overthrow the Cecil Empire.

However, what was in it was so complicated and sensational that it seemed that even the most heartless Amber would be frightened, and he couldn't continue to explain.

So, he just patted the half-elf lady who was a little stunned: "Let's go, talk to Pitman first."

...

San Sunil City, Silver Fort.

The study where Francis II worked at his desk in the past has now been cleaned up.

Veronica Moen walked into the place that was once burned by the flames, and the burnt things had been cleaned up, but on the bare stone walls and ground around, there were still large traces of smoke and fire.

The holy light floating in the air dispelled the dust and the remaining ashes. Veronica, wearing a white priestess robe, came to the place where the desk had been placed. She lowered her head, as if she could still see the old king at the place. He looked up behind the desk and smiled to himself.

"What a pity..." The Holy Princess said in a voice that only she could hear, "You've done enough..."

The sound of footsteps came from behind, Veronica turned her head and saw Welsh Moen, the elder brother who was nearly twenty years older than her, was standing at the door and cast a suspicious look at herself: "Are you not in church today?"

"Today is the day to return to the castle," Veronica bowed her head slightly, "Usually the king always sees me here."

There was a trace of sadness in Welsh Moen's expression. He glanced at his sister who was standing in the middle of the study and shook his head slightly: "Everything has been burned or moved out."

"I know," Veronica said softly, walking slowly to the door of the study, and as she passed Wales, she asked, "You've gone to war with Edmund, haven't you?"

"It was the royal family and the Eastern Rebels that started a war."

"You represent the royal family now, my brother."

"...Yes, I went to war with Edmund," Welsh Moen looked at his smart sister, who always couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking. It was like this when she was young, and now it is even more so. It's like, "Is this related to the Church of the Holy Light?"

"The church only implements the will of the Lord and will not interfere with the kingship," Veronica shook her head. "I just want to remind you as a relative that there is some bad news coming from the south recently."

"...The Rock Fortress has sent some information, but Duke Baldwin believes that the threat of the Eastern Rebels is greater."

"...Maybe it's true," Veronica looked into Wales' eyes and shook her head lightly, "I'm just reminding you. The founding father was not as safe as you thought. He released the A beast, you better not wait for that beast to grow up."

Veronica walked away, and the reassuring warm glow in the air gradually dissipated. In the study, which became empty again, Welsh Moen was still watching the direction Veronica left.

After a long time, he shook his head: "What's the use of my words?"