Sword of Daybreaker

On the 15th of the cold month, the atmosphere of the victory began to fill the city of Cecil.

For ordinary citizens, the complex entanglement of interests between countries is too profound, and the knowledge involving gods is too far away. Many people cannot understand the many truths behind this war, but the victory of a war is always worth celebrating. ——Although the official truce announcement has not yet been issued, and the negotiations between Typhon and Cecil have not even begun, many good news has begun to spread in large cities with convenient communications, in the last month of this winter , These good news lift people's spirits just like the upcoming 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 snow piles are clustered under the sidewalk trees on both sides of the road. They are ready to turn into new trees when the weather gets warmer. Several people are wearing thick winter clothes. The children were running around among the snowdrifts, playing snowball fights with the dirty snow without caring whether they would get their clothes dirty, and there were citizens on vacation lazily walking past, some standing at the door, Discussing various news circulating in the city recently with my neighbors-mostly about the war on the border.

Ordinary people always have a one-sided understanding of war. Even though they may have experienced a life of upheaval and displacement, they cannot accurately describe the big battle between Typhon and Cecil. They use their own Understanding the way to discuss the victory of the empire, the defeat of the enemy, and rumors about the loss of control of the gods and the pollution of the church, these voices reached the ears of the silver-haired young man, who showed some helpless smiles on his face, and then quickened his pace. I crossed this not very long street.

He came to a clean and tidy house facing the street, took a look at the house number in front of him, stepped up a few steps, took out the key to open the door, and a warm air flow hit his face immediately.

The young man stepped into the house, and the warmth brought by the central heating quickly dissipated the chill accumulated along the way. He poked his head and glanced in the direction of the living room, and at the same time took off his jacket and hung it on a hook on the nearby wall. ——The sound of footsteps soon came over from the stairs, and after a while, a familiar voice rang: "Hi! Fendier! I heard the door ring and guessed that you are back!"

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

"I'm completing the assignments assigned by my instructor-some calculations and derivations about the loss of magic power in the crystals... Hey, it's not something to brag about, and it's incomparable with the experience of a'big hero' who has just been withdrawn from the battlefield. "," Eleven with short brown hair and a small stature came to Fendier and glanced at the non-commissioned officer's coat that the opponent had just hung on the wall next to him, with a trace of admiration in his expression, "You are now a person who has experienced the battlefield. Up."

"Don't say that," Fendier waved his hand immediately, "I'm just a non-commissioned officer who has not graduated yet-Your Majesty has incorporated us into the second-line battle group, and I and other non-commissioned officers and recruits actually spend most of the time. The supply line between the Contracting Fort and Winter Wolf Fort is busy. Aside from the tension when the supplies were finally delivered to the frontline bombardment positions, I am not really in contact with the battlefield at all, let alone have no combat achievements."

Eleven couldn't help but looked up and down at each other: "I didn't expect you to be such a humble person."

Fendier laughed, and while walking towards the living room, he said casually: "If you have a stern aunt, you will be just as humble as me-she sent me a message when she knew I was going to the front as a trainee The Monet news, in summary, only confessed one thing: if I dare to replace my feats or brag about the battlefield experience, she would freeze me and hang me on the tallest tower of Winterhold..."

Elevating suddenly shrank his neck: "I feel Ms. Victoria really did it..."

"Of course she did it-so we'd better not continue talking about this terrible topic," Fendier sat on the soft sofa in the living room, and the feeling of relaxation made him tense since leaving the front line. His nerves and muscles all eased a little bit. He glanced at the friend who was walking by, his face showed the appearance that only appeared when asking for help, "Eleven, I need your help..."

"Let me help?" Eleven pointed to himself somewhat unexpectedly, "Could it be your studies in mathematics and magic? Do you still have this subject in the second term of the Noncommissioned Officer?"

"Of course not," Fendier waved immediately, "I just need your grammar skills-you know, I'm not good at this."

"Grammar?" Eleven frowned subconsciously when he heard the other party's words. "Fendil, did you see a girl in the army that made your heart beat? But I want to remind you that love letters are better than your own. ..."

"Stop, stop, not this!" Fendier was dumbfounded by his friend's rich association ability. He waved his hand vigorously, "It's a matter of business, the superior told me to do it, but I felt a little unable to start. So I want to ask you for your help. Of course, this matter does not involve confidentiality. You can rest assured in this regard."

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

"It's very simple. Your Majesty instructed some of us who have experienced this war to write something," Fendier organized the language and said slowly. He thought of the atmosphere of celebration in the city, and also thought of those talking about news on the streets of the city. Citizens, "About who we are fighting in this battle, why we are fighting, the consequences after the fight, and how this war is related to people from all walks of life in society-I know how to say it, but I need You help me polish the specific content."

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

...

"Let’s be regarded as a further'awakening', so that people can get rid of the quagmire of ignorance and blindness." In Cecil Palace, Gawain returned to his familiar study, Amber stood beside him as always, and his words meant to The curious half-elf listened, "In fact, we should do this before the war begins-it's just that the changes exceed the plan and there is no time to catch up."

Having said that, he glanced at Amber while he was thinking with a smile but not a 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 the action against the citizens. "War analysis", from the perspectives of motivation, meaning, and long-term impact, telling everyone who we fight and why, telling everyone why we won and why we are peaceful. In a sense, this is the same as the popularization of knowledge we have been committed to. important things."

"I seem to understand your thoughts," Amber really thought about it, her ears drooping a little, but she finally understood Gawain's thoughts, "or the concept you mentioned before... country , Nation, society-the 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... Does that mean?"

"This is a big part of the reason," Gawain was very pleased that Amber really seriously remembered what she usually taught her (although she would also remember a lot of things that didn't need to be remembered at all), "We need Building a more progressive and enlightened society requires us to have more progressive and enlightened members of the society. In this regard, neither Typhon nor Cecil has done enough. People need to know more Reason, need more thinking, need to be able to distinguish right from wrong, instead of being ignorant of social changes, and ultimately attribute these changes to the hero, the emperor or'God bless'-if this happens , Then a lot of our efforts will be wasted."

"I understand what you mean, but it is not easy to do." Amber curled his lips, seemingly not very optimistic. "There will always be a few who can think rationally and distinguish right from wrong, even if there are tens of thousands of scholars who are going to tell everyone about this day and night. The way the world works, there will be millions of people who will continue to blindly go on, what’s more, they will take what you taught them out of context, or misunderstand them, or even deliberately distort the content-after all, now you have to teach What they are given is no longer simple spelling and addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, but the subtle structure of the country and society."

"It's true that people who can think rationally and distinguish right from wrong will always be a minority... But even if we can make one percent of people change, this will have a tremendous boost to the entire society," Gawain leaned back on his chair. , With the fingers of both hands crossed and placed in front of him in a very relaxed posture, "And the more important significance is that our preaching will give ordinary people some opportunities to think-no matter whether their thinking is deep or superficial, 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 rules to follow, from their daily lives to the wars between empires. These are all explainable, and further natural phenomena and social changes, It should also be understandable. As long as this concept gradually penetrates into the hearts of the people, we can breathe a sigh of relief."

Amber blinked: "Even if a group of stupid people are arguing about a bunch of stupid questions after reading the newspaper, it's better than asking them to shout ‘God bless’ after seeing something incomprehensible?"

"What you summarized... is really in place," Gawain glanced at Amber in surprise, "I never expected such a good summary."

"I always study hard, okay!" Amber suddenly thrust in his waist, "The messy concepts you usually talk about are more complicated and difficult to understand. I don't want to be laughed at by Heidi and Rebecca every time. ."

Gawain looked at this half-elf with a faint smile. He was already familiar with the other party’s character, knowing that a little compliment would make this guy forget about it, but this time she also really understood her own ideas, so let It's no big deal for this guy to be content for a while.

And when he was triumphant on Amber's side, Gawain gradually fell into thinking again.

He has now returned to Cecil City, but the "war" between Typhon and Cecil has not really settled yet. Now that the two empires have ceased fire, the Typhons have agreed to the conditions for armistice negotiations in the Elf Neutral Zone, and Rosetta Augustus sent an autograph letter to personally recognize the "community alliance" The plan is just that whether it is truce negotiations or the establishment of a "community alliance", both things will take a while.

Rosetta Augustus has returned to Aldernan. In this disaster of fighting with all the power of the whole country, Typhon people paid a huge price, 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 with thunder, and at the same time controlled all the key lifelines in the country with absolute military power. The military nobles including Pei Dinan Wendell stood firmly in the royal family. On the one hand, in theory, as long as these military aristocrats do not waver, then the situation within Typhon will not deteriorate, and as the trade between the two countries resumes and the economy warms up, everything will be fine.

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

A war that took place on the Typhon-Cecile border smashed the entire plain and shook the entire world. Although no more countries were involved in this disaster, there are still countless pairs of eyes watching this The war, and the shocking "crazy god" in the final battle. Gao Wen believes that every country paying attention to this war has its own means, and their rulers should have more or less inquired the secret behind this divine disaster-most of them should now be trapped. A complex mentality of panic and bewilderment, and now... Typhon and Cecil will officially make this disaster public.

But when it comes to specific announcements... it needs to be carefully considered and handled carefully.

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

While considering these issues, Gao Wen is constantly thinking about another thing in his mind:

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

How many times can all mortals pay for a price like this?

Not to mention that there are huge hidden dangers behind this kind of head-on elimination-after the loss of the gods, if the follow-up spiritual construction and ideological guidance of the public are not kept up, if a large number of ordinary people still habitually fear the corresponding gods, Used to attribute things to the gods... So the fallen gods will return to the throne sooner or later, and the huge sacrifices made to destroy the mad gods will become meaningless.

It is precisely because of this concern that Gao Wen considered further literacy for the whole people and put the work of analyzing wars and elucidating political and economic principles on the agenda, but he knew that this was still not enough.

Generally speaking, he is worried about these two things: the first is that there are so many gods in the world. Even if you can kill the gods once with the power of mortals, you may not be able to sweep all the gods; the second is to worry about the spirit of the follow-up. The construction cannot keep up, the habitual prayer of the world and the blind awe of the unknown will make the gods return to the gods.

In thinking, he subconsciously drew on a blank manuscript with a pen in his hand, first with a few messy letters, and then a few words were scribbled.

Amber just recovered from a state of ecstasy, noting Gawain's movements, she curiously leaned her head and glanced aside.

An unfamiliar word came into her eyes:

Theocracy council.

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