The words that Aya could not say directly due to the culture of the Moon Country and the more delicate sensibility of being a woman, Mikhail, whom she had not seen for a long time, threw them out without mercy.
Why did they fall into a hard battle? Just such an enemy would suffer a large loss of equipment and injured personnel.
This is an unsparing accusation of a wise man failing to do his duty, and a man in his position and with his abilities should not be in this situation.
"What can we do if the number of people is there? We don't have as many people and equipment as you." Instead of the silent sage, it was the pale Kaleva who retorted, but Mikhail just glanced at this tall man. The young man turned his attention back to Henry.
Mira, who was also pale, did not speak.
Kaleva's defense of the sage is based on respect. His intentions are indeed good, but after all, his days of traveling and living together are limited, and he prefers to immerse himself in his own little world and record what he sees along the way. .
He knew Henry was powerful, but he didn't know how powerful he was.
And the Luoan girl knew it.
There is a huge disparity in combat effectiveness. Yes, even with superb single-target advantages and sufficient wisdom and experience, the strength gap between a few of them and the 30 heavily armored knights still cannot be eliminated.
This is a question that does exist objectively, but it is not the core of what Mikhail asked.
What Kaleva could not understand, the question Mikhail wanted to ask was actually:
"Why do you only have these few people on hand?"
"Why don't you lead more followers with your ability?"
This was something he couldn't understand.
He looked directly into those gray-blue eyes. The person he served now also had the same appearance, and he also clearly knew that the person in front of him was even more talented than the person who would one day become a great monarch. Higher - because more than once he watched his monarch read through this person's past deeds and writings to draw wisdom from them; more than once he heard his monarch lament that his own strength was still insufficient.
The one who lives forever.
A person with great wisdom.
Excellence.
Extraordinary ones.
The empire's nightmare, but also its hope.
He could have been the all-knowing and all-powerful king of the Lamanites, of the Loans, and of all mankind.
But why did he choose this path?
Struggling humbly like this, locked in a bitter battle against an enemy that even he could easily defeat if he had the strength and authority to do so.
"Is this some kind of reserve, that you can't take power or it would violate your self-respect?"
"Is the title of Sage so great and so irresistible?" Mikhail looked directly at Henry in front of him. The black army personnel under his command were cleaning up the remains of the Sivalier knights and heavy cavalry. The supplies needed were still too much, and their natural disdain for the peasants made them still believe that they had the power of the nobility to plunder and plunder even within the empire.
But the Padrosi Empire, at least the Padrosi Empire that is rising in Constantine now.
It is orderly, fair and strict and does not allow this kind of behavior to happen.
Henry had not said a word since their reunion.
"I read your story." Mikhail continued.
"Inheriting the legacy of the late saint is for a woman, just a woman?" His words were very direct. Kaleva was a little angry, but Mira held him down.
"Is this all you have?" Mikhail said these words not out of malice, and both Ling and Mira among the people present could understand.
Kaleva regarded all the words of the other party as insults out of respect and the impulse to defend Henry, while Lulu didn't understand the Laman language very well. She just wanted to quickly pick up her things and have a good meal.
Mira and Aya could understand what the other said because it was not like they had never thought about such a thing.
——Is Henry's way of handling the matter in the Moon Kingdom the best way?
This is something that Miss Doctor occasionally imagined after coming to the East Coast.
They possess powers beyond human beings, including ghosts, gods, dragons, and even a genuine old god.
Although there was some reason for the late arrival, they were already aware of the intrigues among the top Chinese people in the Moon Country from the beginning, and their lack of attention to the problem was also obvious.
Well, in fact, there is always a very scary but really feasible, or at least possible, option that is far better than the ending that is neither better nor worse.
Launch a coup.
With a powerful elite military group in hand, there are people like Aya herself who are doctors and descendants of the noble Chinese family and the great shrine maiden. They can directly enter the political center of Xinjing, forcefully seize power through massacre and purge, and then integrate the entire Crescent Continent's human and material resources to deal with the crisis.
Although this is also a thorny road, the execution of all this in a tight time will be very difficult and troublesome, and doing so will lead to the rupture of the noble family lineage of the Moon Kingdom, which will later cause a lot of hatred and civil strife.
But if it were Henry, he would definitely be able to handle all these things.
It was precisely because she had enough trust and understanding of him that Ling realized this other possibility.
But it was precisely because of this that she stayed up all night thinking about it many times after all that.
What he can do is what his words can do.
But why didn't he? He knew clearly that leaving the choice to those corrupt Chinese people who were addicted to infighting would not make the right decision. If he chose to shed the blood of a few people, even those old friends who came from afar would not need it. By sacrificing, the land and citizens of the Moon Country can be saved.
——But why?
There was also a flash of blame for Henry in Ling's heart, although it was quickly refuted by herself - as a foreigner, he was willing to help out of love, even if she did not do anything and only cared about her own life to escape the crisis, it was not her Those who can blame——
--but why?
"Your so-called reserve, the so-called 'path of spreading wisdom' that you insist on."
"Are they more important than the vast territory of our Moon Country, those countless people, and those old friends you have known for many years?"
"If one day we are faced with a situation where even our companions, even if she will die, will you still insist on your own approach?"
This was something she could not say, and probably would never be able to ask.
Doctors and sages, being given such titles should mean they know a lot, but she was deeply aware of it.
They are different.
What kind of lonely and incomprehensible path he is walking on? Even if the people he helps will despise and hate him, even if those who have had close relationships will eventually leave him, he will still persist.
Ling didn't think Henry was what the other party said, but he just did this kind of thing because he couldn't let go of a woman.
But she still couldn't understand why someone with such talent would be willing to remain unknown.
Even willing to be forgotten.
"Have you ever been in the inner world?" After a brief silence when Miss Doctor's thoughts were wandering, Henry opened his mouth and asked in a steady tone as always.
His question was a bit unclear. After taking some time, Mikhail realized what he was asking. He turned his head and glanced at the silent black-armored knight next to him, then turned back and shook his head.
"I probably know, but I haven't gone in personally." He paused and asked, "Is there any connection between this and my question?"
The young knight captain may not have any profound thoughts about drawing the sage into Constantine's command, but his words were really just a straightforward statement that he couldn't stand it.
After all, if you don't mention those with connections, even at the grassroots level within the corrupt White Church, those who become paladins are ambitious people who have a superior sense of justice and are not used to unfair things.
"I have been in there," the sage said, but when Mira and others thought of their experiences in Crescent Continent, he continued: "About a hundred years ago."
That's not an experience they've known.
"The Druids believe that the inner world is a special concept. It is chaotic and often seems hostile, but at the same time, it seems to be."
"Purposeful." Mikhail's expression changed a bit when Henry said this. The sage noticed this, but he continued: "It seems to be collected and preserved."
"Like copying a book?" Things seemed to have suddenly entered a familiar territory. Kaleva was stunned for a moment before speaking again.
"Not entirely." Henry shook his head: "It preserves things that are more complete and beyond the scope of our understanding."
"It's time, it's memory, it's fragments of the world."
"The knowledge contained here is extremely valuable even to Dru Yin."
"Just studying and mastering one kind of knowledge is enough to shake the existing power structure of the entire world." When the sage said this, Mikhail couldn't help but glance at the black-armored knight next to him. This time Mira and Aya also noticed this move.
"What will you do after learning about this?" He asked, and Mikhail replied without hesitation: "Explore, use, and turn it into your own power."
"Even if it means danger?" he asked.
"Survival inherently means danger, but change and the realization of ideals require strength. If you are not even willing to take the risk of obtaining strength, you will always remain in obscurity." The words of the knight leader seemed to be mocking Henry again, but the sage Still not impressed.
"Even if it means many people have to die for it?" he asked again.
"Change is inherently accompanied by sacrifice. In order to realize your ideals, sometimes you have to let your hands be stained with blood. If you stop because of this thing, then it means that your awareness is just that!" Mikhail Yin'er Speaking loudly, Aya was more or less touched by what he said.
This is a very practical idea, and it has always been impossible to protect everyone.
"Whose ideal is this ideal?" But Henry's question was not over yet.
"Nature is our ideal!" the knight replied without hesitation.
"We." Henry lowered his gray-blue eyes. This was the rare moment when Mira next to him noticed that his teacher showed a color that could be described as 'sad', but only she could detect it, because that His appearance still looked unshakable to others.
"Who do we include?" he said, but this time it was not a question, so he continued without waiting for Mikhail's answer: "How did the concept of 'we' come to be?"
"Is it because of the unified cultural core? The same language?"
"No."
"The presupposition of 'us' existence is 'other'."
"The White Church and the Pagans." Henry looked at Mikhail.
"Mainstream ethnic groups and ethnic minorities." He looked at Lulu and Ling again.
"Lamanites and non-Lamanites." He looked at the infantrymen who carried hand cannons behind their backs to sweep the battlefield. Unlike Michael, they were all natives of the empire.
"When there is an object of confrontation, a different 'other', the concept of the so-called 'us' will be born, and only those differences will be deliberately ignored, and only the same places will be focused on to build a spiritual identity. body."
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"When there is no such object, you are from Parnilla and he is from Chester; you are a noble and he is a commoner. You are not a unified group."
"..." Mikhail listened silently. He wanted to refute, but couldn't find the right words.
"For the Padrosi Empire, the great Lamanite heritage, to survive and to restore the glory of Laman, all it needs is an sworn enemy, someone who can unite the Lamanite people who have been riddled with conflicts in the past." Others'." Henry said in a steady tone, while Mikhail looked directly into those gray-blue eyes, but felt that the other party was not looking at him at all.
His gaze seemed to penetrate him, looking into an extremely distant distance.
"Once the 'other' disappears, the empire will lose its cohesion and begin to have internal disputes. Therefore, in order to survive, it must constantly look for enemies, heretics, and aliens for itself."
"The eternal flame of war is the only way to maintain it, and he must have realized this."
"All your beauty and ideals will be built on the suffering of the 'other' and even the ordinary people fighting for the empire. What will you do then?"
"...This is all necessary." Mikhail's voice became a little deeper.
"Like your colleagues thought when we were still on the West Coast?" Henry's voice was still steady, but these words made the man who was once a Paladin react like a knife.
For an innocent girl who had never harmed anyone to become a victim of a power struggle was a shadow that he could never get out of, with a righteous mind.
"It's different from that! No, we are different, we are." Mikhail wanted to find words to refute all this, but he could not get this idea out of his mind no matter what.
"What we did is right, because of him, because that adult's choice must be correct." He continued to speak, his tone no longer as steady as before but seemed very urgent, as if he was also trying to tell himself.
"You should have, you can, why can't you understand, why don't you do it?" His words were no longer complete, but Mira and Ling could still understand what he meant.
"Correct is relative, a country that only acts on the will of a few people." Henry grabbed the reins, and he seemed to have judged that there was no need to continue communicating. Mikhail's previous order was still in effect, and the infantry in front had no intention of blocking it.
“No matter how fair it is in the eyes of those few people, it’s not really fair.”
"Who will be the victim, and who will be the gainer."
"When I was in the inner world, I 'read' the records of a distant, extinct civilization."
"The prosperity of the people is suffering, and the destruction of the people is suffering."
"Absolute power will only bring absolute suffering. The best people in power are not those who are powerful, but those who can not use their abilities."
"When parents exert power over their children in a filial manner, they often say, 'I am doing this for your own good, and for the good of this family,' but this cannot change the fact that they impose their will on the next generation."
"...It's time to go." Henry turned around.
Ling couldn't come back to her senses and looked at him for a long time.
She understood what this man was carrying.
That might be called a curse.
Loneliness, not being understood, and expectations turn into complaints and even hatred.
How many such accusations and expectations has he experienced so far? If he had been in that situation, he would have given up socializing with others and chosen to become a hermit to avoid all disputes.
But he is still walking in this world.
Power, military strength, honor, all those things that he has at his fingertips, things that are bound to shine and heat in his hands, things that can achieve unprecedented achievements and achievements that will never come after him.
Which one is not more effective and easier to achieve great achievements that the world will sing and praise.
But what he did seemed so trivial to others.
All monarchs hate to be forgotten and hope that their achievements and everything will be remembered by generations to come. They wantonly built monuments to record their great achievements, poured bronze statues and placed them in the most conspicuous places, hoping that they would never be buried in the wind and sand.
But not only did he not care, he seemed to want to control his influence to the minimum.
Just like a rich kid who could have enjoyed all the glory and wealth, he is willing to live a life of food and shelter.
It's just crazy.
