On the 15th of the cold month, the atmosphere of the aftermath of victory had begun to prevail in the city of Cecil.

For ordinary citizens, the complex entanglement of interests between nations is too deep, and the knowledge of the gods is too far away, and many people do not understand the many truths behind this war, but a war that ends in victory is always worth celebrating—although the official armistice has not yet been announced, and the negotiations between Typhon and Cecil have not even begun, much good news has begun to circulate in the big cities with easy communication, and in the last month of winter, The good news is as uplifting as the coming month of recovery.

Near Imperial College, a tall, young man with short silver hair was walking briskly down the street.

The snow left on the road had been cleared the other day, and dirty snowdrifts were clustered under the street trees on both sides of the road, ready to be turned into new supplies for the trees when the weather warmed up, and a few children in thick winter coats were running between the snowdrifts, not caring if they would get dirty, and some citizens on vacation were lazily walking by, some standing at the door, discussing with their neighbors the news that had been circulating in the city lately—mostly about the war at the border.

Ordinary people have always had a one-sided understanding of war, and even though they may have lived a life of exile themselves, they could not accurately describe the battle between Typhon and Cecil, and they used their own understanding to discuss the victory of the Empire, the defeat of the enemy, and the rumors of the gods getting out of control and the contamination of the church, and these voices reached the ears of the silver-haired young man, who smiled helplessly, and then quickened his pace, and soon crossed the not very long street.

He came to a clean and tidy house on the street, glanced at the house number in front of him, walked up a few steps, took out the key and opened the door, and a warm air flow came to his face.

The young man stepped into the house, the warmth of the central heating quickly dispelled the chill he had accumulated along the way, he poked his head in the direction of the living room, and at the same time took off his coat and hung it on a hook on a nearby wall - the sound of footsteps soon came from the side of the stairs, and a moment later a familiar voice sounded: "Hey! Findir! I heard a knock at the door and guessed it was you back! ”

The silver-haired heir of the North, Findil Wild, looked in the direction from which the voice came and saw a tired, somewhat messy Elevan Franklin walking towards him, and a smile appeared on his face: "Why do you look like you haven't slept in a year?" ”

"I'm doing the homework assigned by my instructor - some calculations about the loss of mana in crystals...... Hey, it's not something to brag about, and there's no comparison to what a 'big hero' who has just been removed from the battlefield has experienced," Eleven, who had short brown hair and a slightly short build, came to Fendil and glanced at the non-commissioned officer's coat that had just hung on the wall next to him, with a hint of admiration on his face, "You are already a person who has experienced the battlefield now." ”

"Don't say that," Findil immediately waved his hand, "I'm just a cadet who hasn't graduated yet - Your Majesty has incorporated us into the second-tier combat group, and I, along with the other cadets and recruits, have actually been busy on the supply line between Fort Covenant and Fort Winterwolf most of the time, and apart from the nervousness of delivering supplies to the shelled positions on the front line at the end, I have no real experience with the battlefield, let alone any combat achievements. ”

Elavin couldn't help but look the other party up and down: "I didn't expect you to be such a humble person." ”

Fendil laughed, and said casually as he walked in the direction of the living room: "If you had a stern aunt, you would be just as humble as I am—she sent me a message to the devil when she knew that I was going to the front as a trainee non-commissioned officer, and she summed it up for one thing: if I dared to substitute for merit or brag about my battlefield experience, she would freeze me up and hang me on the tallest tower of Wintercastle......"

Elevenn suddenly shrunk his neck: "I feel that Ms. Victoria really did it......"

"Of course she did—so we'd better not go on with this horrible subject," Fendil sat down on the soft couch in the living room, the feeling of relaxation soothed the nerves and muscles that had been tense since he left the front line, and he glanced at his friend who was walking by, and his face showed a look that only shows when he asks for help, "Eleven, I need your help with something......

"Let me help?" Eleven pointed at himself in some surprise, "Is it another study of mathematics and magic?" Do you still have any coursework in this area in the second phase of the non-commissioned officer department? ”

"Of course not," Findil immediately waved his hand, "I just need your grammar skills - you know, I'm not good at that. ”

"Grammar?" Hearing the other party's words, Elivan subconsciously frowned, "Findir, you saw the girl in the army that made your heart move?" But I want to remind you that it's better to ...... love letters yourself."

"Stop, stop, it's not this!" Fendil was annoyed by his friend's overly rich associative ability, and he waved his hand vigorously, "It's a serious matter, my superiors asked me to do it, but I feel a little at a loss, so I want to ask you for help." Of course, there is no secrecy involved in this matter, and you can rest assured in this regard. ”

Eliven hesitated for a moment, but after seeing his friend's serious look, he still nodded: "That depends on the specific content of the help, I reserve the right to refuse." ”

"Quite simply, Your Majesty has instructed some of us who have lived through this war to write something," said Findil slowly, thinking of the celebratory atmosphere in the city, and of the citizens who were talking about the news on the streets, "I know how to say it about who we are fighting this war against, why we are fighting, what the consequences will be, and how this war is related to people from all walks of life—I know how to say it, but I need you to polish it for me." ”

Elivan listened carefully to what his friend said, but he couldn't help but show a curious look on his face: "I know what you want me to do, but ...... Why do you do this? ”

……

"Let's just think it's for a further 'awakening' and to get people out of the quagmire of ignorance and blindness," Gawain returned to his familiar study in Cecil's palace, while Amber stood beside him as usual, and his words were addressed to the curious half-elf, "Actually, we should have done this before the war began—but the changes exceeded the plan, and we didn't have time to catch up." ”

Speaking of this, he glanced at Amber, who was thinking about it, with a smile, and explained very seriously: "Let the intellectuals in the military summarize all kinds of common knowledge about war, sort out the context behind the war, and let the propaganda department conduct a 'war analysis' on the citizens, and tell everyone who we are fighting and why we are fighting in terms of motives, meaning, and long-term impact, and tell everyone why we are winning and why we are peaceful. ”

"I seem to understand your thoughts," Amber thought about it seriously, and even her ears drooped a little, but she finally understood Gawain's thoughts, "It's still the same concept you mentioned earlier...... The country, the nation, the society – the people must first understand what kind of collective they are in, so that they can build a sense of identity with the collective and further establish a more long-term cohesion...... That's what it means, right? ”

"That's a big part of the reason," Gawain was glad that Amber had really memorized what she had been taught (though she also memorized a lot of things she didn't need to memorize at all), "We need to build a more progressive and enlightened society, and that requires us to have more progressive and enlightened members of society, and neither Typhon nor Cecil is doing enough in this regard." People need to know more, they need to think more, they need to be able to distinguish between right and wrong, instead of facing social changes in ignorance and ultimately attributing them to heroes, emperors or 'God forbid' – if that happens, a lot of our efforts will be in vain." ”

"I know what you mean, but it's not easy to do," Amber pouted, not looking very optimistic, "There are always a few who can think rationally and distinguish between right and wrong, and even if there are tens of thousands of scholars who work around the clock to tell you how the world works, there will be millions of people who will continue to be blind, and even worse, they will take what you teach them out of context, or misinterpret it, or even deliberately distort the content - after all, what you have to teach them now is no longer simple spelling, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division." , but the subtle structure of the state and society. ”

Indeed, those who can think rationally and distinguish between right and wrong are always in the minority...... But even if we can make a difference in one percent, it will be a huge boost for the whole society," Gawain leaned back in his chair, fingers crossed in his hands, and placed them in a very relaxed position in front of him, "and more importantly, our preaching will give ordinary people some opportunity to think—whether their thinking is deep or shallow, right or wrong, this kind of thinking itself is the most important."

"We need everyone to know that everything in this world has laws to follow, from their daily lives to the wars between empires, these are all explainable, and further natural phenomena and social changes should also be understandable, as long as this concept gradually takes root in the hearts of the people, we can breathe a sigh of relief."

Amber blinked, "Even if a bunch of stupid people read the newspaper and have their heads full of stupid questions, is it better to have them shout 'God forbid' after seeing something incomprehensible?" ”

"You summed it up...... It's really in place," Gawain glanced at Amber with some surprise, "I didn't expect such a good summary." ”

"I've been studying hard all the time, okay?" Amber thrust into her waist with a look of anger, "The messy concepts you usually talk about are more complex and difficult to understand, and I don't want to be ridiculed by Hetty and Rebecca every time." ”

Gao Wen looked at this half-elf with a smile, he was already familiar with the other party's character, and knew that if he praised this guy a little, he would definitely get carried away, but this time she really understood her own concept, so it was not a big deal to let this guy be comfortable for a while.

And when Amber was triumphant, Gawain gradually fell into thinking again.

He has now returned to Cecil, but the "war" between Typhon and Cecil has not yet really settled. Now that the two empires have ceased fire, the Typhonians have agreed to the terms of armistice negotiations in the Elven Neutral Zone, and Rosetta Augustus has sent a handwritten letter approving the plan for the "Community Alliance" in her personal capacity, but both of these things will take a little time, whether it is an armistice negotiation or the establishment of a "Community Alliance".

Rosetta Augustus has returned to Aldernan. The Typhonians had paid a huge price in this catastrophe that had been fought against by all their nations, and now Rosetta had to find a way to stabilize the crumbling domestic situation. Fortunately, he made preparations in advance, eliminated almost all the opposition in the country by thunderous means, and at the same time controlled all the key lifelines of the country with absolute military power, including Ferdinand Wendell, the military nobles were firmly on the side of the royal family, theoretically as long as these military nobles did not waver, then the situation within Typhon would not deteriorate, and with the resumption of trade between the two countries and the warming of the economy, everything would be fine.

On the other hand, Gawain and Rosetta also sent "letters of invitation" to the countries with which they have established diplomatic relations, calling on these countries to send representatives to face the changes in the world together.

A war on the border of Typhon-Cecil shattered the plains and shook the world, and although no more countries were drawn into the catastrophe, there were still countless pairs of eyes on the war and the shocking "mad gods" of the final battle. Gawain believed that each of the countries concerned with the war had some means of its own, and that their rulers should have more or less found out the secrets behind the catastrophe - most of them should have been in a complex state of panic and bewilderment by now, and now ...... Typhon and Cecil will make the catastrophe public.

But when it comes to the specific content of the announcement...... But it needs to be carefully considered and handled carefully.

Gawain must take into account the gods and their churches that are not yet out of control and in a normal state, to prevent a public message from being too stimulating and causing the gods behind these churches to appear unstable, and at the same time to ensure that what is released is enough to deter the world, so as to arouse the vigilance of the leaders of various countries, make them realize that the gods are not flawless protectors, and let them realize that the gods also have the hidden danger of getting out of control.

While considering these questions, Gawain kept thinking about another thing in his heart:

Typhon and Cecil had paid a huge price to destroy a mad god of war, but there was more than one god in this world.

How many times can all mortals pay a price like this combined?

Not to mention that there is still a huge hidden danger behind this kind of hard-fought elimination - after the absence of the god position, if the follow-up spiritual construction and ideological guidance of the masses have not kept up, if a large number of ordinary people are still habitually in awe of the corresponding gods and are accustomed to attributing things to the gods...... Then sooner or later, the fallen god will return to the throne, and the huge sacrifice made to destroy the mad god will become meaningless.

It was because of this concern that Gawain considered further literacy for the entire population and put on his agenda the work of dissecting the war and articulating political and economic principles, but he knew that this was still not enough.

In general, he was worried about these two things: the first was that there were so many gods in the world that even if he could kill the gods once with the power of mortals, he might not be able to sweep away all the gods; The second is the fear that the subsequent spiritual construction will not keep up, and that the habitual prayers and blind reverence of the unknown will bring the gods back to the throne.

In his thoughts, he subconsciously used the pen in his hand to scratch on a blank piece of manuscript paper, first a few messy letters, and then a few words were scribbled.

Amber was just recovering from her smug state, noticing Gawain's movements, and she leaned over curiously to look at it.

An unfamiliar word caught her eye:

Theocratic Council.

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