Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1221: 1203 ideal idol

Chapter 1221 1203. Ideal Idol

?Farmers' riots can almost be called "Adenic characteristics".

The country relies heavily on agriculture and their climate ensures that they always have good harvests.

But even though there is enough food in the world for everyone, hunger cannot be completely eliminated.

Because in most cases, the cause of hunger is no longer simply ‘insufficient food production’.

The nobles of Aedirn saw the huge profits from the grain trade and began to seize these profits long ago.

This made Aden a major food-producing country in the north known for its fertility, but at the same time, farmers within the territory did not enjoy low-priced food.

This obviously caused dissatisfaction among the farmers, and peasant riots occurred one after another.

But the nobles and king of Aedirn obviously calculated the pros and cons—

Suppressing riots is much more cost-effective than sharing profits with farmers.

So let the farmers be in chaos, it has nothing to do with the overall situation anyway.

Over time, not only the people of Aedirn became accustomed to it, but also the other northern kingdoms.

Peasant riots are Aedian's internal affairs. If other countries take the opportunity to intervene, it may arouse the greatest vigilance and greatest unity among the Aedian nobles.

But as Lan En hinted: since it is an internal matter, then even if a city is occupied by farmers mixed with non-human races, this should be a completely internal matter, right?

If the non-human races and peasant rioters cannot be labeled as "cooperating with the Nilfgaardians", they will not be able to enter a state of wanton war. At least they still have to have some perspective and influence.

This is what is called ‘room for maneuver’.

All kinds of information collected intentionally or unintentionally through various channels, the grasp of human nature and people's hearts, and the insight and application of tacit political unspoken rules.

Lan En fully and freely used his knowledge and talents.

The Emperor's Children's diplomatic and political acumen are unquestionable. Lan En's own educational experience also laid a solid foundation for his political vision.

Gaining insight into Aedirn's own situation, and its political understanding with surrounding nations, was no more difficult for him than uncorking a bottle of wine.

After analyzing the situation in the country of Aden, he easily and accurately deduced that as the friction between Nilfgaard and the north intensifies, the inner uneasiness of the farmers in Aden will definitely expand in parallel with the growing outflow of food. .

Far better than ever before.

Other countries are preparing for war, so they need to stockpile grain. The nobles of Aedirn took this opportunity to increase the export of grain, just to make money and fill their pockets.

Who in their right mind would not panic after seeing this? But just being flustered is of no use.

So in Aedirn, a large wave of peasant uprisings were smoldering in granaries in the fields and countryside, waiting for the day when they could no longer be suppressed.

In the one-eyed elf's remaining eye, the light of hope is getting brighter and brighter.

In the eyes of Sakia on the side, there was more worry and sadness.

She learned from Lan En that peasant riots might happen and many people would die, but she couldn't change anything.

Good people always grieve over this.

Lan En glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

But she will soon learn that she can't change everything.

"Come and lead us! Lann!"

Iorveth suddenly stood up from the campfire in excitement. The fierceness of the movement shocked the Qilin who was lowering his head to play with the special rations.

But the elf himself didn't notice at all. He looked at the demon hunter with a firm gaze that could even be called fiery.

Margarita swore that if this was not a male elf, she felt that the look in his eyes was almost the same as when the apprentices in Aretusari looked at Lan En.

"Your position, your ideas, and your strength! All of these can lead us to support this vision!"

But facing Iorveth's eager gaze, Lan shook his head after pondering for a while.

"No."

He refused.

"I do want to build my ideal system, and you do need a unique leader, but that leader is not me. I can't stand on the surface and lead the entire process."

"Why!?"

"Because I have more important work."

Iorveth's urgent inquiry was answered calmly.

Lan En looked at him calmly.

"I also hope that you can be treated fairly and justly, but to be honest, Iorveth, compared with the work I am currently busy with, your matters are not of great importance."

"If you don't want to see that stuff running around in a few months, a few years."

Without saying anything clearly, Lan En just raised his chin toward the other side of the elf ruins.

Hidden behind broken marble blocks and overgrown vegetation, there was the cold corpse of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The one-eyed elf frowned tightly when he heard this.

The management and concealment of the rift where the heaven and earth meet is the agreement between Lan En and the lady in the lake.

Although there is usually no trouble, it seems peaceful.

But once something goes wrong in that rift, it will definitely not be a small scene. Just like the Dino Rex that's lying there now, it's hard to say whether it has something to do with the fissure guarded by the Lady in the Lake.

After all, that rift once connected the world where the New Continent is located.

"For my job, I must not be in front of the stage all the time. And a leader whose whereabouts are uncertain and who cannot show up for a long time will not bring stable development to the organization, but will bring uncertainty and panic."

“It has nothing to do with ability or ideas, but everything to do with time.”

Lan En's words were so solid that it was impossible to refute them.

Then, Iorveth frowned hesitantly. He first looked at Lan En's face, and then followed Lan En's gaze and turned his head to Sakia.

Hesitation, understanding, acceptance.

A series of expression changes appeared on the one-eyed elf's face.

At this time, Sakia looked around a little belatedly.

"You mean..." She pointed to herself in confusion, "Me?"

"Essence is a green dragon that has transformed into a human form, and there is absolutely no favoritism in its stance. But even if the identity of the true dragon is hidden from the public, the human form might be more useful! You can represent the position of equal coexistence between humans and non-human races and fight for us. Come to the broadest human support!”

Iorveth actually became excited as he spoke.

"Moreover, there is nothing better than a proper leader to lead the people to stand up and fight against injustice." Lan En added with a smile. "Especially someone like a young girl known for her miraculous prowess on the battlefield."

"From Joan of Arc to the infamous Falga, this is proof."

And maybe because he saw that his ideal was getting closer and closer to reality, Iorveth's face, which was too cold to look like an elf, actually showed a relaxed and cheerful smile like a bard.

As an elf, he seemed to be able to play musical instruments and vocals, and he was speaking in a story-telling tone.

"What's interesting is that all of these heroines not only have leadership qualities, but they also have outstanding looks."

"A woman with slanted eyes, missing teeth, and a face full of acne scars often finds it difficult to call on men to join her in life and death."

"And look at you, Saskia!"

With encouragement, Iorveth raised his hand towards the injured body of the female warrior.

"Dark blonde and black hair, smooth skin, thick eyebrows, big eyes and pretty lips, full breasts, round waist and hips, and amazing curves!"

"This beauty has no one in the world"

"Bang~"

Before the one-eyed elf could finish his "unparalleled" praise, the bonfire among the group of people suddenly jumped up as if a spoonful of oil had been poured on it.

The flannel ball, who was sitting by the campfire and listened in ignorance, was so frightened that he jumped up a little.

The elf blinked his remaining eye, and did not turn around to look at the sorceress who was playing with her hair as if it had nothing to do with her. Instead, she continued very smoothly.

"This beauty is almost comparable to that of the noble and wise sorceresses in the world!"

This time the fire didn't respond.

"In other words, this is the ideal idol to lead uprisings and riots!"

“If a man is given a beautiful female buttock as the right inducement, he may work wonders with that inducement!”

“Without such an **** leading the way, the freedom fighter’s thoughts turn back to the harvest time, his own woman, and the half-full glass of bad beer in the village tavern.”

Sakia tilted her head and patted her thigh with her innocent right hand as a sign of applause.

"That's very well said, Iorveth. This speech about the ideal riot idol is almost as wonderful as your previous discussion of 'the role of human sexual desire in social evolution'."

Sakia is not shy about compliments on her body, and is very generous about it.

But after she finished speaking, she still frowned.

"But there is still a problem. I also hope to build an ideal city where life is equal, but as you said, I have no experience at all. I don't know what to do."

Before the most impatient Iorveth could speak, Lann sipped the wine glass in his hand and said.

"I will give you help and guidance. I just can't be a stable leader because of time constraints, but I can still do things for this vision."

"In fact, this vision has been approved by me, which is equivalent to being approved by the Knights of Ember."

"The Ember Knights will also contribute to this."

Iorveth waved his hands excitedly.

"Ha! The famous Ember Knights!"

During the mountain road attack during the day, it was precisely because Siward's team included ten honorary swordsmen of the Ember Knights that they were not suddenly defeated in the sudden attack.

During the day, the Ember Knights still have the blood of the Scoia'tael on their hands.

But at night, Iorveth could only be happy that these knights were indeed as powerful as the rumors.

It's not that he doesn't care about the lives in his team, he just knows better that if he wants future non-human races not to be forced to fight like them, then there must be a choice.

(End of chapter)