Morale is somewhat similar to faith in its nature and existence.
Like other words, the word faith in the Thousand-Year Empire of the Lamanites had multiple meanings. What we use here does not specifically refer to belief in the only God, but refers to its meaning similar to "spiritual sustenance".
At this level, it has many similarities and correlations with morale.
And it is undeniable that both have played an important role that cannot be ignored in all aspects of human society.
Lamanite society is a society that values debate and is good at ridicule and attack, and is to some extent intolerant.
Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be naysayers when it comes to morale.
Skeptics use their "common sense" to infer that it is absolutely impossible for a situation like "once morale collapses, a brave soldier can chase a dozen people and run around with their heads in their hands."
Because, based on "common sense", no matter how hard it is, the party with the numerical advantage cannot lose, right?
These arguments and other similar behaviors made the Lamanite philosophers couldn't help but sigh that human beings are really a "wise and stupid" race - in terms of wisdom, humans have innovative abilities and enterprising spirits that are unimaginable to the other four major races, but in terms of stupidity, Human beings are too good at describing a group with stereotypes.
The word "common sense" does not exist in Elvish language, which may be related to their relatively long lifespan. If you live a long time, the world will change. Many things that you once thought would not change will eventually change. Ironically, it is humans themselves who prove this to the elves.
Almost every two to three hundred years, human society undergoes earth-shaking changes.
Common sense refers to things that are conventional and commonly known to ordinary people. This is a stereotype whose only advantage is that it can spread quickly among the vast human society. It has its merits, to be sure, but when a character attempts to use common sense to generalize about a professional field, he or she is doing a disservice to themselves.
Morale is very, very, very important.
Mira looked at the noble knights and mercenaries, and even the merchants were busy.
Working hard, going up and down in order to survive, working hard without complaint.
This sounds like the same time as before, just another bad day. But what was different from the previous days was that those busy people were radiant, their eyes seemed to be burning with blazing fire, and veins popped out on their exposed skin. Instead of being lazy because of fatigue, I devoted every ounce of my effort wholeheartedly.
"Is this also the influence of magic?" The somewhat dull white-haired girl turned back to look at her teacher. Her head was wrapped with clean gauze, but the broken skin was no longer bleeding. The gauze was only used to prevent infection. That's all - this is the origin of the word "ye" in the girl's words.
Although even she couldn't explain the reason clearly, she seemed to have formed some kind of contract with the sleeping little unicorn next to her, and the first benefit of this contract was that the injured in the team Personnel - including herself - were more or less cured of their wounds by some kind of quasi-sacred magic.
However, even though it tried its best to exhaust its magic power and fell into a deep sleep, the two knights who were severely injured only stabilized their condition and did not recover instantly.
The reason why the earth dragon chose to come here was answered after the young unicorn performed this kind of magic - not surprisingly, it was roughly the same as Henry's previous guess.
It may have been friends with the devils here, or at least it knew that they had such abilities, so when it was infected by the ghoul's toxin, it subconsciously moved closer to the place where the creature that could heal itself was located. .
It's just that humans - dragons are not as good as God. In the end, it was because their brains were swallowed by poisons and they posed a threat. Only this young unicorn hid in the city of Katigali and acted passively in a certain way. The magic wave barely hid itself.
——Let us get back to our original point.
The sage did not directly answer Mira's question.
He observed the latter silently until Mira's two beautiful little eyebrows were wrinkled together in dissatisfaction and she hit him with her hand.
"It's okay, it's really okay." The girl from Luo An emphasized that what Henry was worried about was not the physical damage suffered by Mira, but the fact that she suddenly went out last night as if she was possessed and had sex with this little lone dog. The horned beast reached a contract.
This series of events makes her current status in the team a bit special, because in Laman society, those who can come into contact with this holy beast that represents purity are usually kind-hearted people who will be called "saints" in the future. class exists. But a sage is a sage after all, and what he cares about is not this aspect, because he already knows what this girl's heart is like.
What Henry is concerned about is the fact that Mira and the unicorn have a magical connection - this is a big or small problem. Magical connections themselves are actually not uncommon and occur all over the world. Psychics and the like appear. What’s important is the prerequisites required to achieve it——
Ignite the mana pool.
This was something that even he had not expected. The disciple he had been with day and night would suddenly have enough magic power to cast spells, even the lowest passive spells.
'Is the rate of spread getting faster? "Teacher!" Mira called him, and then said seriously again: "I'm fine."
She said, and Henry nodded: "The mana pool is near the heart. After igniting, some people will feel chest tightness or even go into shock due to the change in the magic power in the body - in short, you're fine." He stretched out his hand. Gently touching Mira's head, the Luoan girl continued to ask: "Then can you answer now?"
The sage shrugged, paused for a while, and then said: "In the ancient Laman language, there is a word pronounced "Peratsbo"."
As is often the case, Henry's words were a little confusing, but Mira, who had long been accustomed to his way of speaking, just listened quietly.
He continued: "This word can be used in several contexts to express several meanings, including describing certain aspects of morale and belief. But if we trace its original meaning back to its origins and convey it in the most correct modern language, It should mean "The sage raised a finger and said word by word
"Placebo."
"Before the rise of magic and sacred arts, alchemy and occultism, when medicine was still in its infancy, even on the east coast, the cradle of Lamanite civilization, what doctors most often diagnosed were all kinds of diseases. 'incurable disease'."
"There is a famous classical Lamanite joke about a man who 'survived the battlefield, survived the mouths of predators, and finally escaped the clutches of the doctor, the final threat, and lived a happy life. A Lifetime's Soldier's Story."
"Ah - I've read that." Mira rolled her eyes.
Henry shrugged: "This joke uses the irony that the Lamanites are best at, depicting a soldier who was lucky to survive because he did not go to the doctor. So you probably know how unfair the medical skills of that era were. Something reliable.”
"Incurable diseases are everywhere. But the irony is that in such an environment, doctors are a profit-making industry." The sage continued in the same calm tone as always: "They will not let go of any possible gains. opportunity, so even if you are diagnosed with symptoms that are impossible to treat at the current level, they will still prescribe medication for you.”
"And this medicine is 'Peratsbo'."
"Placebo." Mira frowned and automatically added to his words - she probably knew what her teacher wanted to say.
"This mysterious word is half Elf and half wizard. Although it has become an idiom now, in the past, even most doctors did not know its meaning, let alone those patients - and That’s what it was created for.”
"The miracle medicine, the panacea 'Peratsbo'." Henry shrugged for the third time, and Mira heard the slightest hint of ridicule from his calm tone.
"The ingredients of this potion are very simple, mint, syrup, and some water."
"The curable diseases range from catching a cold and sneezing to being bitten off half of the body by an earthworm. Basically, as long as the doctor thinks your illness is no big deal or hopeless, they will prescribe this to you, which is actually quite delicious. potion."
"Then." Henry raised another finger, which he always did when emphasizing an important point: "The irony is that the cure rate of this so-called placebo is as high as 30%."
"" Mira looked back at the radiant knights and mercenaries, and she knew what Henry was referring to.
"So, you said it was the influence of magic, which is not wrong to a certain extent." The sage quoted other meanings of the word magic in very standard Laman language, and the girl rolled her eyes at him: "It's so show off."
"It's not the magic that actually exists, but the magic of the soul." She whispered, and then looked at the unicorn sleeping in the center of the camp.
Merchants are sorting out their goods and getting rid of items that are too heavy.
The knights also took off their armor and vests one after another. Although taking off their armor meant losing their glory, they also understood that this was not the time to confine themselves to details.
The unicorn that suddenly appeared last night was these people's Perezbo.
A panacea that actually only has a soothing effect.
But it really can change everything.
What a wonderful sight this is.
Medications are actually ineffective. But if you firmly believe that this medicine has curative effect on your body, you will become optimistic and face life positively after drinking it. It is these places that cure your disease to a certain extent.
The emergence of unicorns is actually only a drop in the bucket to change the original situation. Seriously injured people are still comatose and bedridden; supplies are scarce, the threats of witches, earth dragons, ghouls and walkers still exist; the body is still exhausted - none of this has changed at all.
But these merchants, mercenaries and knights, who have been influenced by the common Lamanite culture for thousands of years, firmly believe it.
They firmly believe that this pure and white creature is the one who brings them hope and can guide the way forward.
So they took action.
"It is no longer time to blame each other, we must work together to get out of this mess."
"What's wrong with discarding the merchandise? I've already seen dragons, witches, and even the legendary unicorn. This life is already worth it."
Although she had heard of the existence of unicorns, the Luoan girl, who was born on the west coast and did not share this culture or belief with them, found this really incredible.
The difficult situation has not changed, and the material poverty has not produced any changes. But mentally, just because of such an unexpected incident that Mira couldn't understand, earth-shaking changes took place.
"Is this the power of faith?" Henry looked at her, and he heard a little envy in the girl's words.
Avenella is a polytheistic country, and shallow faith can only be regarded as a kind of mantra and sustenance. The Luoans were a nation that was wiped out by the Western branch of the White Church and Otolo. These backgrounds and the experience in the Thoradin Highlands made her maintain a stereotyped prejudice against the White Church, and therefore her followers It is also difficult to understand why we have faith and what kind of concept faith is.
It’s not until today that I have faced it to a certain extent.
Faith can unite people who originally have differences - at least for a period of time - to work hard towards a common goal.
"But this is." Henry said, and he obviously noticed the girl's longing for this. Mira turned back and looked at him: "A double-edged sword."
"It can be a shield of loyalty, or it can be a sword pointed at anyone who is not a member of this group." The sage said. Mira was stunned for a while, and bad memories resurfaced. She could not fully understand those people in the past. What you do. Now that I see them gaining motivation from things that are actually baseless, I suddenly understand that if this were reversed and this enthusiasm and persistence were used for destruction, it would become an extremely terrifying weapon.
"So this -" "Hiss -" A scream interrupted Mira's words, and the two turned around. The little unicorn kicked its hooves in panic and stood up from the ground towards Mira and Henry ran in the direction. This attracted everyone's attention. The unicorn hid behind Mira and everyone else stopped and looked here.
"" Horno held a magic wand in his hand and stood there blankly.
"I just want to help it regain its magic power." She said helplessly.
"It must have been the spell you used before that scared it." Margaret, who was also nearby, said this, and then came to Mira's side to comfort the little unicorn.
"" Horno turned his head and left in silence, and everyone returned to their busyness. Only Henry looked at Miss Elf's back calmly.
Time passed by, and when everyone packed up their belongings, reluctantly gave up part of their equipment to lighten the burden, and took the time to bury their fallen comrades, they changed direction.
As a creature that lives by running, horses must spend most of their day somewhere else, even if they stay near the ancient city of Katigali for safety reasons and food.
After thinking about this, Mira expressed her feelings to the spiritual little unicorn on her hands and knees, and found a path down the mountain that was hidden among trees and weeds and obscured by shadows - this was before they repacked their bags. thing.
After securing a way out, people believed even more that this was a symbol of hope.
The sun rose to its highest point and then set. Time passed and they moved forward slowly and with difficulty on the mountain road. During this period, he constantly identified the direction to ensure that he would not return to the area behind him that was filled with the smell of death.
On the third day after leaving the heights of the ancient city of Katigali, I finally stepped on the warm and friendly blue-gray stone road again. The surrounding birds and flowers, the fragrance of the wind and the chirping of insects that were not disturbed by the undead, made everyone Everyone was so happy that they almost jumped up on the spot.
"Finally got over it." Even Constantine couldn't help but sigh.
He only retained his shoulder armor and breastplate, and his curly hair was a bit messy due to being in the wild for a long time.
"Let's go to Scotty!" the knight commander said, and everyone, with a lot of burden relieved, accelerated towards their destination again.
