"I am Roland Sissel, born in 1403 to a little-known garrison knight family in the north of the Sevastro region. Roland, or the Knights of Roland, was what people called him before the generous king and senate bestowed the title on him. mine.
"There are no commendable products there, and it won't make life unbearable. When they are lucky, the elves in the north will hire locals to serve them, clearing swamps and dredging rivers; if the year is bad, farmers will Sell your children to the elves in exchange for bread for the winter.
"The locals retain their belief in the God of the Wilderness. They sacrifice goats to the ancient gods, drink sheep blood, and dance around bonfires. It seems to have been like this for thousands of years. The endless sea of grass reaches to the end of the horizon; the blue sky, It's bigger and boundless than you think. Most of the counties in Sebasto are like that.
“This is my hometown, the place that holds the memories of my life.
"If I don't have another memory and hometown."
On December 28, 1444, before starting a full day of bond-raising roadshow work, Roland wrote this paragraph in the draft of his autobiography.
His first appearance stems from a crisis in the Elf Kingdom. The young knight, who was only fifteen years old, wore his father's armor, equipped with the long sword and iron shield also left by his father, and embarked on an adventure with his childhood sweetheart nun friend, lost dwarf companions and half-baked vampires.
In the ruins of Tulan Swamp, Roland met the heroine of his legendary story - the ranger Tidwexi. This arrogant elf lady originally wanted to tease the young knight who was fascinated by her beauty, but for some reason, her personality and even worldview were changed by him.
Roland saved the world, at least in that crisis, and at least temporarily expelled the devil who sounded the horn of destruction. He seems to have a special talent for accurately foreseeing lingering threats before they erupt. Poets, biographers, and playwrights attributed this to rare talent and unquestionable divine providence.
Roland seems to have been very clear about his position from the beginning, that is, to be a stateless freedom knight, always standing among the people who have suffered the most from the war to help them expel evil and achieve peace as soon as possible. Finally, he irrefutably became the most famous knight in the world, and his adventure was a legend with even more ups and downs.
Leaving a biography for himself is something Roland has wanted to do for many years, but due to various reasons, he cannot and dare not try.
Today, some concerns are less important. In this draft of his autobiography written in strange pictographic square characters, Roland considered it repeatedly and finally added the above preface.
"How sloppy and childish~"
Roland looked at the words he had just written and couldn't help but laugh. Since he came to this world, he has been carefully hiding his secrets. Another memory of his and the purpose of coming here is the cell where he is imprisoned.
Even in his sleep, he must always be careful not to let Tidwigi hear a few secret words of his, nor to let the ruler of this world capture the details of his plan.
Roland knew very well that he was too different. He has been targeted since a long time ago. Under the gaze of the gods, even writing in his own words will be deciphered.
However, things are different now. No matter how dull the enemy is, he should have noticed that the noose is getting tighter and tighter, making it suffocating. At this time, the game should also return to the table.
The elves' treasurers will be arriving soon, and they are the most important investors in the bonds. Without Canaan's financial support, the construction of Qiming County, the testing and mass production of steam engines, muskets, and artillery were ten or twenty years behind the current schedule, and they might remain on schedule forever; Verona's war preparations were even more complicated. It's an empty talk.
However, Roland had no enthusiasm to greet his major investors. The reason was not that he had ignited a passion for literature and biography, but simply that what happened next was planned.
"Count Roland, as your friend and ally, we want to know," the elves came to the conference room on time and expressed their concerns frankly, "the funds used for the principal and interest of the Weifu bonds that are about to expire are in Where? Are you ready? In addition, we once again officially announce to you that neither the Canaan Senate nor the various families will subscribe to the newly issued Weifu coupons."
Well, I know...
The time window for sneaky technology and construction has passed.
With an impeccable smile on his face, Roland told the elves the words he had prepared long ago. He knew very well that he did not reveal any substantive arrangements regarding bond redemption, and there was no way to allay investors' concerns.
Because Weifu Voucher has never considered large amounts due for redemption.
After leaving his own adventure and returning to his hometown territory, Roland put the ideas and stories of the legendary warriors into his desk drawer and began to devote all his energy to the construction and research and development of the territory.
The poet and playwright said that the knight Roland's unique talent of predicting the future is not a rumor. He can really predict the future to a certain extent. Although it is not accurate, it is more practical than the astrologers who are favored by the goddess Iluvash.
"I am Roland Sissel, and my true identity is a resident of another civilized world a long time ago. After the destruction of my world, I came here through some means, and tried to reverse your destiny on the eve of the destruction of this world."
Roland comforted the elf financial officer who was about to go crazy as if he was endorsing him sincerely, while thinking to himself silently. If anyone here could read minds, they would definitely be shocked by his thoughts——
"Gentlemen and ladies, your world is coming to an end. The breath of the end of the virtual realm signed a contract with your ancestors, giving you endless magic power for thousands of years. Spellcasters, time is up. For thousands of years You have always benefited from the unlimited power given by the Breath of the End. You know that you will eventually pay a price, but you think that this price is something you can bear, or you can find some way to escape.
“Spellcasters, you can’t afford it, and you can’t hide from it.
"The price you are about to pay is everything. The once prosperous civilization faces only nothingness, and everything will be swallowed up by the end and taken away by the virtual realm.
"The survivors are only those who foresaw the coming of the end and took the initiative to exile themselves from the blessings of magic. Before the breath of the end completely wakes up, locks your coordinates, and the barriers that tear apart the plane begin to appear in the starry sky, we You must be expelled and exiled, this is the only way to save this world."
The Elf Finance Officer didn't know what Roland was thinking, but felt his carelessness and became even more angry. However, Roland didn't think it mattered. He waited for the end of the meeting according to procedures and etiquette.
"Psychic life forms, the 'Ancient Ones' from the stars. A long time ago, your civilization was swallowed by the breath of the end. The escapees destroyed our fleet and civilization, and rebuilt their colonies on the ruins and bodies of humans. In a long time In the coexistence and evolution of the world, your consciousness and existence gradually merged with humans, rebuilt a world ruled by psychic life forms, and then used gods and beliefs to rule ordinary people who could not integrate psychic energy.
“You are robbers, liars, and prey.
"When you cannot withstand the temptation of magic and seek the favor of the Last Breath again, you will know that He will follow your greed. I will drive you out before everything becomes too late!"
Roland, who had been putting on a show, shone brightly in his eyes, and the majesty and momentum of the dragon slayer and guardian of the world captured the elves for a moment. The latter felt strange, but Roland's powerful aura seemed to be some kind of guarantee - no matter how bad the situation was, as long as Roland took action, the situation would get better.
So, the elves left with uneasiness and helplessness.
Was my timing too late? Roland watched the elf leave, thinking quickly before the next batch of guests arrived.
It has been a long time since the caster received the favor from the Breath of the End, and even if he stopped immediately, he might not be able to completely avoid being devoured by him. However, the problem is that the power of the spellcasters is too powerful. They are the boldest and most ferocious among the ancients. If the integration and assimilation with humans had not gradually worn away their vigilance and memory, resistance would have been almost impossible. .
In Roland's last memory, human civilization with Star Destroyers and rail guns was defeated by the mysterious psychic offensive of the Ancients. The resistance was a joke from beginning to end.
However, this does not mean that humans today have no chance.
Yes, the opportunity is now.
Psionic life forms need to enslave a large number of non-psionic life forms to provide services for themselves. Moreover, there are too few ancients who have escaped the hunting of the Breath of the End, less than 500, which is not enough to maintain the reproduction of the population.
Roland looked out the window. The great nobles and great wizards from Beyeland were having fun in the brightly lit town. The world looks so similar to the post-Renaissance era of humanity. The ancestors of the ancient ones have long since exhausted their lives, and their descendants have adapted to human bodies. After thousands of years of reproduction, the extraordinary beings who have spread out and spread their branches do not even know that there are elements of humans and ancient beings in their blood.
Integrating with humans, exploiting ordinary people in human form, and establishing a human psychic society is the cheapest and safest colonial national policy. Judging from the experience of the past thousands of years, it is very effective.
Only in this way can we fight against the ancient ones who have lost their bloodline. Those Extraordinaries who know the dangers of the Breath of the End and magic are our allies, and the nobles and businessmen who benefit from my steam engines and factories are also our allies. This war is not a war between humans and the ancients, nor is it a war between humans and the ancient ones. It is a war between oppressors and oppressors, but a war between intelligent races and spellcasters around the world.
“Our strategy has always been clear, which is to make friends more numerous and enemies less.”
Roland stood up and reached out to the next two guests. He thought silently in his heart:
“What if we fail?
"That's not important. Any plan has the possibility of failure. I am not the only one who resisted the old era. Take me for example. When the plan was first made, a comrade first came to this world to determine the target era and become a The inhabitants of Canaan; and I, based on his clues, moved the coordinates forward, and came to this world earlier as a result.
"Yes, I have retained my memory. I am engaged in industrial and organizational construction in a fantasy world. It is impossible not to be targeted.
"So we have a third comrade. He will be more fully integrated into this world."
Roland's tense cheeks relaxed and he greeted his friends with a cheerful face:
"Good evening, my friends, I have been waiting for you for a long time.
"Please take a seat, Harlandir, Griffith."
