Chapter 529 Holy Light and Holy Light

On the way back to the lord's mansion, Gawain was still riding in the same car with Amber, looking at the merchants' clubhouse that was gradually receding from the car window, the half-elf lady couldn't help muttering: "Five years of mining rights... Are you planning to finish digging the mines in that place in five years?"

"Finished? Of course it can't be finished. Even if advanced mining machinery and Rebecca crystals are used to blow up the mountain, it is impossible to hollow out the white sand hills in five years," Gawain shook his head, "but I can guarantee at least five years. Fifty years of planned mining by the Easterners will be excavated within the year - and if the direct and destructive mining is directly destructive without considering any subsequent effects, this number will even double."

Amber blinked, and for a while seemed not to know what to say, until after thinking about it for a long time, she suddenly asked, "To be honest, is it really good to do this?"

Gao Wen glanced at her: "How to do it?"

"...Sell the weapons to the Royal Army, and sell the alchemy potions to the Eastern Territory, making this civil war more and more out of control..."

Gawain shook his head: "Even if I don't sell it, do you think this civil war can be sorted out?"

"That's not what I meant," Amber scratched his hair, "I think it's all Ansu people who die now... Don't you care?"

Facing Amber's doubtful gaze, Gawain spoke slowly: "Frankly speaking, I care, because those are all populations, and they are valuable populations, but I don't care-because they are not Cecilians, at least for now. no."

In this matter, Gawain did not intend to talk about conscience and morality, because he really acted for the benefit, even if he planned for the benefit of the entire southern border. His goal is the whole of Ansu, but now he doesn't have this ability, so his only option is to feed the industrial machines in the southern border as soon as possible, even if this industrial machine has to drink blood and eat meat - after all, he is now from the southern border. Lord, not the king of Anzu.

Judging from the inevitable situation in the future, the Kingdom Army and the Eastern Frontier Army will be enemies sooner or later.

And on the other hand, he also had a second consideration in exporting magic weapons and alchemy potions to the Kingdom Army and the Eastern Territory: he wanted to try to force Ansu to develop.

The promotion of magic technology in the South has brought a lot of experience and lessons. This land is like a blank sheet of paper. After cleaning up the old nobles, you can let Gao Wen splash ink. Even so, the development of magic technology here is not smooth. So what if he wants to cover the entire Ansu with magic technology? How big a plan would that be?

Typhon is already staring at him. They are just waiting for the Ansu people to drain the last drop of blood. If the Ansu civil war ends one day and Gawain successfully controls the land, then the Typhon people will definitely not give him time to let him slow down. Development catches up with the gap, and in order to avoid the worst outcome, he will send Anzu to the train of Magic Industry from now on - even if it is tied.

As industrial products, neither alchemy potions nor magic weapons can exist alone. They need a complete set of industrial chains to support them. Just like Prince Edmund of the Eastern Territory realized the importance of factories and production technology before Belk set off. The royal capital's nobles will also soon realize the need for the magic industry to maintain an "industrialized army". The traditional nobles may have narrow thinking, but it is not that they cannot think. They will not allow their lifeline to be completely grasped by Gawain.

Magic armor and magic weapons need maintenance, crystal grenades need magic net charging, alchemy potions need factory production, and factories also need magic nets. With abundant metal minerals, more machines can be made...

Even if the royal capital and the aristocrats in the east didn't know how to build a complete magic industry chain, they could at least lay a foundation. The weapons and potions Gawain sold them was a lasso wrapped in flower vines. It was bright and beautiful, but As long as they are in contact, it is difficult to break free. Under the pressure of war, in order to keep those weapons and medicines flowing, and to keep the machines used to maintain and produce them continue to operate, they must also open the magic industry.

Amber was silent for a while, not knowing what she was thinking, until she was about to arrive in the city center, she suddenly muttered: "The person who was calculated by you is really unlucky, it's really worth your life, and thank you Great kindness..."

"Do you think they can't react?" Gao Wen smiled and shook his head, "No one is stupid."

...

Inside the church, Wright, who put on a priest's robe, stood on the wooden pulpit and faced the believers in the audience. He used a low and powerful voice to tell all kinds of knowledge about the Holy Light.

"...Holy Light will be attracted by people's hearts, and the more words and deeds that are similar to Holy Light's virtues, the more intense the Holy Light phenomenon will be...

"It is the most effective way to perceive the teachings of the Holy Light in practical actions. For us followers of the Holy Light who practice the new teachings, actual words and deeds are more effective than reciting scriptures and repeating rituals..."

Wright stopped, and under the sermon, a tall and powerful warrior-like man raised his hand: "Patriarch, you said that the Holy Light resonates with noble words and deeds, but does virtue have an unchanging standard? ? I've been studying history recently and I've seen that the concepts of 'morality' and 'justice' are always changing..."

Speaking and discussing when the pastor is preaching, this is impossible to see in the old-fashioned Holy Light Church, but it is the way of preaching advocated by the "Pure Holy Light School" (Protestant), as long as the rules of questioning are followed, everyone can The ability to discuss and delve into the Holy Light as a kind of researchable knowledge makes the Protestant church more of a learning institution than a place to perform religious ceremonies—just what Wright would like to see.

He nodded to the man with strong martial skills - he knew him, he was a white knight in the probationary period, in addition to tempering martial arts and fighting beasts, this brave soldier's greatest hobby was to read books and study, and only It is with this new breed of clergymen who are so keenly aware of where the doctrine needs to be explained: "Moral standards change, and in ancient times the greatest virtues had to do with food, but today's moral standards add things like Loyalty, honesty, credit, bravery, etc., the words and deeds used to reflect these characteristics have also been changing with the times, so we should have a concept of 'public morality', in line with the most recognized morality, fighting for the group, Only then can it conform to the true meaning of the Holy Light.”

"...Then why is this happening?" The white knight, an apprentice with both civil and military skills, said with confusion, "Does the Holy Light know how to think? It selects people who meet its standards? And it also changes with human moral standards. change?"

This bold point made the believers in the church discuss in a low voice, and Wright was silent for a moment. After some thought, he answered calmly: "I don't know the answer for the time being."

"You don't know?"

"Yes, one should be honest with one's ignorance," Wright replied. "The road to absolute truth is endless. We can only ever understand the 'relative truth' within the sphere of our minds, and there may be an answer. Can explain all the secrets of the Light, but I don't know it yet, all I know is that this is what we're looking for. I'm also here to remind everyone - don't blindly follow anything that claims to be 'infallible' because Even the patriarch like me cannot be absolutely right, we should boldly pursue the truth, verify it cautiously, and remain humble, so that we can continue on this path of exploration.”

Wright's words sparked another discussion, after which the sermon continued.

In the end, this "sermon" was over, and the people in the church got up one after another and dispersed in twos and threes. The benches that were originally full soon became empty. Wright watched the believers leave, and then got up and packed up the wooden reading. The Holy Light scriptures and other materials on the stage, and a small figure with a shimmering light floated from not far away, holding a glass of water in front of Wright.

"Drinking water~~It's hard work!!"

"Thank you," Wright took the water glass and pressed it lightly on Emily's hair, "I'm very good today, I didn't cause trouble for everyone, I deserve praise."

Emily laughed happily, while Wright glanced at the church casually, and suddenly found a hooded, slender female figure sitting on the bench below.

Has she been sitting there? Why didn't you see it just now?

Wright was puzzled for a moment, then walked to the hooded woman who seemed to have no intention of getting up: "Ma'am, the sermon is over - do you need help?"

"I do have some doubts," the hooded woman raised her head. She took off the hood, and her long pale golden hair spread out. A beautiful face with a calm smile appeared in front of Wright. "The pastor of the southern church is the first to be born."

Wright looked at the blond woman in front of him calmly, while Emily next to him looked at this strange sister who had never met in the church: "Who are you, sister?"

Immediately afterwards, the little girl exclaimed again: "Wow! Sister, your whole body is glowing!"

"Emily," Wright gently pressed the little girl's hair, "you go to the room to rest first, I will chat with the guests."

Emily blinked and looked at Wright, then at the "stranger sister", hesitated and then nodded: "Oh."

The figure of the little girl gradually disappeared from the air.

Veronica looked at all this, she did not speak, but a peaceful and peaceful holy light spread in the church, it rippled between the rows of benches like a gentle undulating sea, in this holy light. In the sea of ​​​​​​​

There was a shimmer of light covering him.

Veronica finally broke the silence: "There are no guests who come to the church, only the lost lambs, isn't it?"

"That's what you said, we've abandoned it recently," Wright said calmly, then sat next to Veronica, "No one is a lamb who needs to be instructed, and the same seekers who come to the church are all. "

"New and radical teachings indeed," Veronica nodded slightly, "just like your sermons, but they're all interesting."

Wright looked a little surprised at the living saint from the northern church and the saintess princess who could represent the power of the traditional church: "Do you think this is interesting?"

"At least I've never heard of a teaching like that, which is interesting enough," Veronica said, looking into Wright's eyes. "Can you tell me about your teachings?"

Wright suddenly felt something funny about the situation at the moment.

He knew that the living saint of the northern church had come to the south, but he never thought that he would start a conversation with each other in such a calm way under such circumstances.

But anyway, it's his job to answer the doctrine, so he nods: "If you really want to listen."

"Today I'm just a listener - ah, as you say, a seeker."

Wright restrained all doubts and absurd feelings, he sat up straight, and explained the doctrine.

This special "sermon" did not last long. The teachings of Protestantism are not complicated, and the content is much less than the rules and regulations of the old church. Wright used his unique simple words to describe his understanding and perception of the Holy Light. Ronica just listened quietly the whole time.

When the "sermon" was over, the holy light in the church gradually dissipated.

Wright looked at the "Holy Princess" in front of him, guessing what the other party would say, but Veronica just stood up and bent slightly to him: "Very wonderful explanation, Mr. Wright."

After saying this, her figure instantly disintegrated into countless scattered shimmering particles, which gradually dissipated into the air.

"It really is just an incarnation..."

Wright muttered softly, watching the last glimmer of light dissipate.

"What is she here for?"