Chapter 2090 Argument

Heimdall took a step forward and blocked Baron Laval in front of him, making no effort to hide the hostility in his eyes.

Baron Laval glanced coldly at the legendary monk through the grid mask, then looked away, bowed slightly to Sir Custis, turned around and walked to the body of Logan Volsunger, lifted the mask, He took off his helmet and held it in his hand, silently paid a military salute, then turned and left without saying a word.

Looking at Baron Laval's back, Joan couldn't help but wonder if, when he saluted the corpse, for a moment, he recalled the scene of fighting side by side with Logan on the shore of Lake Aosta two years ago.

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After Baron Laval left with his troops, Sir Custis sat in front of his old friend's body for a long time. It was not until dawn that he temporarily got rid of the torment of grief and self-blame, and accepted the persuasion of Joan and Heimdall. Escort Logan's body to his hometown "Stone Pillar Town" for burial.

Joan took local materials, chopped down a cypress tree, and performed "uncanny workmanship" to directly process the big tree into a coffin to hold Uncle Logan's body. After applying the "embalming technique", he nailed the coffin lid.

In the afternoon, Joan and Heimdall accompanied Sir Custis to escort Logan's coffin back to Stone Pillar Town. They thought they would be blamed by Haakon and Slude, but unexpectedly, the town was already surrounded by Logan. Uncle Root got ready for the funeral.

After inquiring about Haakon, Joan learned that the letter sent by Uncle Logan to Elder Siegmund before his death had already explained the whole story and clarified his will to die. The ending he chose did not anger him and Sir Custis.

However, Joan himself couldn't let it go. He always felt that he had failed Sluder's entrustment. After returning to Midgard City after the funeral, he still couldn't get over his knot.

The next morning, Joan went to Moriarty's laboratory to report the smallpox epidemic in the Vymur Valley to his mentor, and asked if his mentor was involved in the development of the new type of smallpox virus that specifically infects the aborigines.

The result was as expected. Professor Moriarty admitted frankly that he provided the military with a sample of smallpox bred with the "Holy Grail of Death" three months ago. As for how the military uses this new type of virus, he does not know and does not care. .

"The funder provides the funds, and I am only responsible for the research and development of the virus strains that the funder needs. This is like doing business. Money and goods are cleared, and it will have nothing to do with each other afterwards."

Professor Moriarty smiled and filled the glass with red wine, handing it to his student.

"Joan, viruses don't matter good or evil. Even if I don't participate in the research and development, it will be developed by other scholars sooner or later. You can't blame the person who invented the weapon just because someone was killed by a weapon. The one who should be really responsible for all this is The one who wields weapons."

Is that true?

Qiao An couldn't agree with the tutor's attitude of shirking responsibility.

"Mentor, you should know what kind of person your employer, Baron Laval, is?"

"If you know that this person is cruel and extremely hostile to the Asa people, and provide him with efficient weapons to massacre innocent people, isn't it an accomplice?"

"If you have to say that, Joan, I can accept your criticism, but so what?"

The professor shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, with a cynical smile on his lips.

"I would like to apologize to your Asa friends who died of smallpox, and I don't mind if you send them my vaccinia papers as a reference for preventing and treating the virus, as a little compensation for me, but you can convince Baron Laval Do you want to apologize to the countless aborigines who were massacred?"

"Can you persuade the colonial masses who support Laval to put aside prejudice and discrimination, give up westward expansion, embrace the aborigines with open arms, and share the land and wealth on this continent?"

"If you can't do all of this, just ask me for an 'I'm sorry', it's like a jackal ignoring the law and only daring to pursue the fox's faults, what's the point other than satisfying your own moral cleanliness?"

Faced with Professor Moriarty's sharp questioning, Joan felt deeply ashamed, and it took a long time before he expressed the pain in his heart.

"Mentor, the behavior of Baron Laval and his henchmen is simply insane and inhumane. I admit that I cannot persuade them to give up the slaughter and plunder, but I think you are not the same as them, otherwise I would not tell you these things."

"Unfortunately, those behaviors you despise are precisely the manifestation of human nature!"

Professor Moriarty put down his wine glass, patted Joan on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"My students, selfishness and even viciousness are an inseparable part of human nature, even a major part. If you want to gain a foothold in the crowd, you must face the reality and learn to be smart. As long as your life is better than most people around you Better yet, you can easily take pleasure in life."

Professor Moriarty's assertion reminded Joan of what Sir Custis had said to him not long ago. The views put forward by the two elders who were deeply respected by him were diametrically opposed.

In contrast, Joan was more willing to accept Sir Custis' opinion.

"Please forgive me for not being able to accept your point of view, mentor, no matter what, there are still many good people in the world."

"Then what about the evidence?" Professor Moriarty asked with a sneer, "How many people do you know, and how many people do you know? Is there any data to support your assertion?"

"I have no evidence, but you also have no evidence to support that human nature is evil!"

Joan was not overwhelmed by the mentor's aura, and for the first time since they met, he argued head-on with Professor Moriarty, tit for tat.

Professor Moriarty laughed, and asked calmly, "Since neither of us has sufficient evidence to support our respective views, why is it you and not me who feel the pain at this moment?"

Qiao An was at a loss for words, and then realized that the instructor was actually sophistry, so she reminded herself not to be led by the nose by him, and brought the conversation back to the point:

"As an individual, people may be selfish and cruel, but human society as a community, with the constraints of morality and law, should present a more good side than evil as a whole."

Professor Moriarty lit his pipe and took a deep puff, his handsome face looked unpredictable under the cover of the smoke.

"But when you say 'should be,' you subconsciously admit that it's not the same as 'is.'"

"Joan, your high evaluation of human society has not been empirically tested. You overestimate human rationality, just like a fanatic worshiping the church fanatically, which itself is a kind of irrational self-paralysis."

"You have never been far away from human society. As an insider, how can you correctly evaluate human society?"

"You have never lived like a wild beast, so how can you conclude that human nature is more valuable than animal nature?

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