Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1170 1152. Noble Justice

If the special rations are boiled with water, they can have the taste of barley porridge. This is the taste that Lan En had worked hard to prepare for the taste and was acceptable.

However, considering the teeth of Gu Long, Qilin felt that the dry rations without water tasted like small cookies and were more chewy.

Under the scorching of the flames, the moisture in the firewood that had not yet dried made a "crackling" sound, which was not noisy, but rather a kind of reassuring tranquility.

The ember knights seemed to have returned to their former glory. They lived with Lan En who led them.

Lan En also leaned back and leaned against Qilin's side to watch the bonfire swaying and flickering in front of him.

After eating, the flannel ball began to take out the bed from its small leather bag with great interest, and ran around to make it next to Qilin's head.

It has been using the space expansion pack back and forth during this period. This kind of space magic equipment makes it feel fresh and fun to use. Enjoy it.

In this quiet and stable atmosphere, Lan En suddenly spoke.

"About the growing squirrel party in recent months"

The moment Lan En spoke, all the ember knights immediately broke away from the comfortable atmosphere and looked at him.

And Lan En himself was still calm.

"Lincoln, tell me what you think. And..."

"What do you think in the Knights?"

The dry wood in the bonfire was still crackling, but the atmosphere was no longer comfortable and quiet.

Qilin tilted his head and looked in the direction of the bonfire.

The flannel ball then slowly put down the work in his little paws, raised his head and looked around blankly.

"Meow?"

The soft cry broke the silence.

"Our thoughts depend on yours, sir." Lincoln said calmly while touching his face that was a little stinging after shaving.

"But I'm asking what you think, just say it."

Lan En was unmoved by Lincoln's words and still insisted.

"Well then." Lincoln frowned and said reluctantly.

"There is no doubt that the Scoia'tael should be funded and instigated by the Nilfgaard Empire, which is why they have the current momentum."

"Otherwise, the timing is too coincidental. The treatment of non-human races has not only deteriorated in recent years, but it has not reached such a serious level before the Civil War."

"Even if we see the human civil war and the hope of resistance, there shouldn't be so many courageous and cruel non-human races all at once."

"So in terms of their relationship with the Nilfgaard Empire, we think they are enemies."

"In other words," Lan En calmly concluded Lincoln's statement, "strive to kill them all."

With the hatred of the Cintrians for Nilfgaard, it is natural to want to eliminate Nilfgaard and its affiliated forces.

This is what Lan En said before, 'This is not a problem that can be solved by force alone.'

Even the Embers Knights under his command, although loyal, actually have their own ideas in their hearts.

Even the Embers Knights, who were deeply influenced by Lan, were like this, not to mention other people's views on the Scoia'tael.

"Yes, sir. This is our common idea."

Lincoln confirmed Lan's summary.

Somehow, although Lan did not show any emotion, Lincoln felt that he was a little disappointed.

But then, Lincoln ignored this feeling, looked over the swaying campfire, looked at his chief seriously, and added.

"But sir, our judgment is only based on the enemy and our position."

"Hmm?"

For the first time, Lan's cat eyes, which were slightly shining in the dim light, moved away from the campfire and turned to Lincoln, and his eyes were focused.

The knight, who was four or five years younger than Lan and only seventeen or eighteen years old, looked at his cat eyes quietly at this time.

"You said. Enemy and our position?"

"Yes, our judgment is based on the enemy and our position." Lincoln said without reservation. "It has nothing to do with race."

"We have seen a dwarf army fighting against the Nilfgaardians on Mount Sodden. They are brave and fearless and never retreat. We feel safe and comfortable fighting with them."

"So it has nothing to do with race, sir. At least on Mount Sodden, the dwarves we have met are all good."

Lan En tilted his head and began to become interested.

"You seem to know what the point I want to ask you is?"

"I can guess it, sir." Lincoln nodded his young face up and down, "The biggest feature of the Scoia'tael is that they are all made up of non-human races, followed by torture and cruel methods, isn't it?"

"It seems that you are as smart and as promising as I thought, Lincoln." Lan En smiled at him with appreciation. "But why?"

".What did you say?"

Facing Lincoln, who looked a little confused, Lan En leaned on Qilin with his arms folded across his chest.

"Then let me be clear: I remember that Cintra is not known for its tolerance of non-human races. Temeria has a better reputation in this regard. But it is only relatively good."

"Then why, you and your friends, don't care about race?"

The young Lincoln opened his mouth and frowned. Lan En kept watching his movements.

But Lincoln finally spoke out.

"Because of you, and Steward Hackso, sir."

The familiar name and the feeling in the memory flooded Lan En's heart in an instant.

"Haktholl," he repeated the name softly.

"During our war two years ago, most of them were young nobles trapped in Sintra Castle."

Lincoln didn't seem to notice Lan En's reminiscing look, as if he was talking about something unrelated.

The eyes of the other Ember Knights were also filled with nostalgia and memories.

"At that time, the noble parents of Cintra let their children drink poison that could lead to peaceful death, and committed suicide with a short sword. Our parents were not in the castle, and people thought they had no right to take our lives."

"So, we were at a loss as to how we could escape together with Chief Harksall, and joined the formation of Knight Stewart on the way to follow his orders."

"We muddle-headedly saved many people along the way and witnessed the deaths of many. In the end, we witnessed the sacrifice and completed self-sacrifice."

The young man's newly shaved face looked at Lan En seriously.

"Sir, to be honest, although the knights in the Knights who were born as civilians and ordinary soldiers are now as close as brothers to all of us, such as Henwell."

Lincoln stretched his hand to the side, and at the same time, the Ember Knight who introduced Lan En to High Hill Castle also sat on his blanket, looking at Lan En and Lincoln calmly.

"But two years ago, before we suffered the torture and experience of the whirlpool of war, my lord, do you think that in the eyes of us descendants of nobles, there is really a big difference between civilian humans and non-human races?"

Lincoln spoke calmly, even coldly.

"No, sir. Before we became the glorious Ember Knights we are today, in the eyes of the nobles, human commoners and non-human races were all just the same 'property'."

"It's just that because of everyone's different thoughts, some noble lords will look down on non-human races and take special aim at them. Some will treat them equally. And the latter one will get a reputation like King Foltest today."

"Those who agree with him will say that he is tolerant and kind. Those who oppose him will say that he has no human glory, is confused by non-human races, and cannot be trusted at all."

"But those noble lords who are already cruel, when they treat the farmers in their territories, will they stop and show tolerance just because he is a human being?"

Lincoln's young face swayed calmly in the flickering shadow of the firelight.

Without expecting a response from Lan En, he gave the answer on his own.

"There is no such thing, my lord."

"Hang the farmer you don't like. It doesn't matter whether the farmer is a human, an elf or a half-elf. It makes no difference."

"So in the beginning, in the eyes of us nobles, civilians are civilians, regardless of whether they are elves, half-elves or humans. At most, they can just curse non-humans a few more times."

Lincoln smiled self-deprecatingly: "Isn't this a different kind of 'treating everyone equally'?"

But after laughing at himself, the young man's eyes reflecting the firelight revealed a look of reminiscence and admiration.

His eyes crossed the campfire and looked at the adult who was sitting calmly. But that look seemed to be looking at more than just Lan En.

"But disaster and chaos will bring hardship and change, my lord. Suffering is not worthy of praise, but the spiritual growth and broadening of knowledge brought by suffering are real."

"When Steward Harxor led us to escape from the captured city of Cintra, he tried his best to save anyone he could see."

"When we rejoined the remnants of the army led by Stewart, he did what his father had done."

"I believe that at that time, regardless of whether there were non-human races among that small, insignificant group of refugees, they would have made the same choice as what had happened."

"In his last letter to you, Chief Harksall said: In the past days of stability and prosperity, he never seemed to care much about those insignificant civilians. But after these difficult days, he discovered that we are actually the same people. ”

"He expressed sincere emotion at the end of his life for this, and so did we, my lord."

"From that day on, we all knew and kept in mind one fact." Lincoln's eyes met the slightly shiny cat's eyes without hesitation, and the reflection of the firelight bloomed in his eyes like forged steel.

"We are all the same being, my lord."

"We don't care about non-human races or humans. What we care about is justice and morality! Just like you."

"Could it be that when you turned around and left after reading that letter, did you ever think about whether there was such a thing as an inhuman race among that tiny group of refugees?"