Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1220: 1202Future plans

Chapter 1220 1202. Future plans

As soon as Lan En's words came out, Margarita and Sakia both looked at the witcher in surprise before reacting and turning their surprised eyes to the one-eyed elf.

Iorveth acted much calmer.

“No right fruit will grow from a dirty foundation.”

The Scoia'tael commander, who was known for his ruthless reputation for 'indiscriminate attacks', was speaking philosophically at this time.

"Since Alerion destroyed the elves' reproductive potential as a race, we have learned to surrender ourselves to human rule."

"The human country was built on the ruins of the elven palace, and we elves are making a living in the human country."

"We are widely distributed, and we are present in every country, but in every country, our situation is very different."

"In the past two hundred years, countless elves have cried bitterly and thanked the gods just to meet a lord who can tolerate and trust non-human races. But like what I said before, these are as empty and unreliable as bubble phantoms. ”

"The only one who can save us is ourselves! The help of others will one day become unreliable!"

"But the race of elves is no longer on the stage." Margarita pointed out one point calmly but pointedly. "Population. As the most basic attribute of a race, your population is too small."

Iorveth was blunt about Margarita's sharp questioning.

"Yes, there is no doubt that the elves have actually failed in the racial struggle two hundred years ago."

"So I don't dare to hope that the elves will return to the historical status before humans landed. This stupid idea has never occurred in my mind."

"Now, there is only one goal that is most likely to be achieved and is most worth pursuing."

The one-eyed elf raised a finger and gestured to everyone around the campfire.

But it was not him who spoke in the end, but Lan En who responded to him under his eager and even timid gaze given his small expectations.

The witcher calmly looked at the swaying bonfire and said.

"—Equality of the races. Elves, dwarves, halflings, humans. Equality for all."

Iorveth pursed his lips and nodded, while Saskia seemed to be enlightened, but still turned to look at the demon hunter with a bit of confusion.

"Elves alone can't accomplish anything." Lan En continued, "So we must bring everyone on board and paint a common vision for everyone."

"And the irony is."

As he spoke, Lan En finally moved his eyes away from the flames and looked at the thoughtful Saskia and Iorveth with great interest.

"Precisely because we want to win over everyone and promise them a fair and just future, it is best that the leader is not one of these inhuman races."

"Otherwise, you will have constant internal suspicions, suspecting that other inhuman races are using you as a target to attract firepower."

"And those who meet the requirements, have a true concept of equality in their hearts, and are strong enough will not die halfway."

The demon hunter smiled without saying anything, and at the same time tapped his chest with his fingers, as well as the green dragon female warrior on the other side.

If you want to accomplish great things, a correct and suitable leader is the most important thing.

Like Iorveth, his ideas are bold enough while considering reality.

Although he hasn't said it clearly yet, Lan En already knows it completely: he wants to build a city, or even a country, that is different from the four northern countries and can truly treat non-human races and humans as equals.

But just having ideas is useless.

His identity and position are destined to fail to unite the majority of people who need to be united in the process of achieving this goal. He could only unite the elves.

Nor does his leadership and charisma support him in breaking down barriers and going one step further.

Therefore, he needs to find a real leader.

A person who can agree with his ideas and has advantages that he does not have becomes a leader.

No such person can be found, which is why Iorveth went out of his way to raise a Scoia'tael team.

But now two appeared in front of him!

It was once just a castle in the air, an idea with only a rough outline, but now it was right in front of Iorveth, showing the possibility of its realization!

"You want to build a free city, like Novigrad?"

Margarita shook her head as if she was laughing, then raised the glass in her hand and took a sip.

"This situation now? It's really a bit of a dream."

This is not to look down on Iorveth's ideals, but Margarita knows that the current situation is complicated and the establishment of Novigrad is by no means that simple.

Novigrad is built on the delta of the estuary of the Pontar River, and its geographical advantages are endless.

In addition, it is also the area where humans first landed and established city-states, and it is the place where the accumulation is the deepest.

What followed was repeated political strife and international friction, which finally contributed to the status of this "Pearl of the North" as a free city-state.

Does the current international situation and geographical factors support this condition?

The north has been developed by humans for hundreds of years. This place is not very big to begin with. How can there be no owner's land?

Every place has its own place, who is willing to cut off a piece of flesh?

Beat it down? That's even more impossible.

The Scoia'tael's guerrilla warfare is annoying. Humans would be very happy if they went out of the mountains and fought head-on.

Moreover, at this juncture of unprecedented confrontation between the North and the South, the Scoia'tael Party still has a guise of 'resistance under oppression'. The people are not that angry towards them, and they only think that resistance from inhuman races is normal.

But if they start to occupy the city, then they are nakedly siding with the Nilfgaard Empire. No matter what you say, it doesn't work, it's enough to be designated as an 'enemy', and it can be eliminated without any hindrance.

So in Margarita's view, the one-eyed elf's idea was indeed a good one, but because it was out of time, there was no room for it to be implemented under the tide of the times and the situation. However, just when the sorceress's interest waned, she turned around to see her lover's expression.

"." Margarita's original expression of sighing and shaking her head suddenly froze.

Because she felt a hint of familiarity in Lan En's eyes that seemed to be calmly looking at the firelight.

When he first entered Aretuosa to recuperate, he said he was going to Vizima to find someone to settle the score, and that was the look in his eyes.

At that time, she persuaded Lan En, saying that there was no rush, but what the outcome would be. Now Vizima is basically known to everyone.

Once he makes up his mind, nothing can stop him.

"You can't be." Margarita still looked at the witcher in disbelief, "Do you think this can be done?"

The one-eyed elf, who had been helplessly turned away by the sorceress's sarcastic remarks, now turned his head with a serious expression.

"There is indeed a chance."

Lan En said bluntly.

Margarita frowned at first, but then she could only sigh helplessly.

"You actually already have an idea, right? You've already been impatient with stupid nobles and fat-minded officials, right?"

"I have not concealed this from you."

"But you never said clearly that you wanted to do this." Margarita was speechless and choked, but then she shook her head and smiled bitterly. "Forget it, I can't stop you anyway."

"But you'd better think clearly, dear, this is not an easy thing. Even Philippa, the most ambitious among us, I don't think she is."

At the end of the sentence, Margarita felt that she was a little short of words and could not accurately describe her inner feelings.

".Such a subversive idea."

But Lan En actually only cares about Margarita's approval. After receiving the sorceress's helpless but almost doting consent, Lan En smiled.

He propped up his knees with his elbows, but his eyes turned to Sakia next to him.

On the other side, Iorveth asked eagerly.

"What do you mean by 'opportunity'?"

"It means that there is still a chance to get a city in a legitimate name. A little legitimate."

Lan En narrowed his eyes and stroked his fingers thoughtfully.

Now that he had decided to do something, after a fierce battle with the Tyrannosaurus Rex, he became excited again.

Fight, then conquer, develop strategies and policies, and grow in size.

Just thinking about this series of things made him feel a little relieved.

I don’t know if it’s because the [Gene Seed] is affected by the memories and instincts of superhuman soldiers from the interstellar era.

Or maybe he has endured this muddy world for too long.

Although because of his outstanding abilities, he has already established a foothold in this magical Middle Ages and is getting better and better.

But his outlook on life and values ??still make him feel awkward and uncomfortable here all the time.

"Aedirn."

After his mood entered a slightly excited state, Lan En's tone became unprecedentedly rational and calm.

He named a country and turned his head east.

Across the valley along the south bank of the Pontar River is Aedirn, one of the four northern kingdoms.

"It is the largest grain exporter in the north. This time Demavi is eager to solve the problem in the Pontal Valley, just so that the river transportation of grain exports will not be affected."

"Then what does this have to do with legality?"

Iorveth obviously didn't follow Lan En's train of thought, so he asked doubtfully.

The demon hunter also answered clearly and logically.

"A large amount of Aden's grain is exported to make money. This is of course nothing in normal times."

"But now we see constant friction between the North and Nilfgaard, and the situation is tense. The important food is still mainly used to make money, rather than being stationed as food reserves."

"No one is a fool. In this case, the king and nobles are eager to exchange grain for money, because the money will eventually go into their pockets. But what about the farmers?"

"The farmer can only watch in panic as more and more life-saving grains are sold abroad at critical times, while he himself can only get a disproportionate amount of three melons and two dates."

At the end of the sentence, Saskia's eyes were thoughtful, while Iorveth's eyes were bright.

Lan En said softly at the end.

"In Aden, farmers have rioted not once or twice. They have never stopped since they became the largest food exporter."

"As the atmosphere becomes more and more tense, farmers will become more and more irritable and restless."

"And at that time, even if the next riot involves many non-human races, it will still be Aedirn's internal affairs. Domestic self-determination is reasonable and reasonable, right?"

(End of chapter)