I asked, "Then do you want to be a nobleman, a manor owner, or a lord?"

All the people looked at each other for a moment, and at last a young man raised his hand tremblingly, and it was, as I remember, it was Sephiroth, a landless peasant from the village of Edron, who was only twenty years old this year. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info their family's land was favored by a small local nobleman, and they wanted to build the pond of the manor, and they took the land with a piece of paper. His father resisted desperately to defend his land, but was beaten to death by the nobles' servants, and his mother, in desperation, set himself on fire in the ground, and the nobles' servants waited until the fire was extinguished and his mother burned to ashes before they went to clean up the scene, and by the way, they robbed his sister in the name of compensation. He joined the base of the mountain people while wandering, and has remained until now.

I said, "Sephiroth, do you want to be a nobleman, a lord of the manor, a lord?

Sephiroth timidly said, "That way, we won't be bullied by those brutes, and we'll be able to live a good life." ”

I shook my head: "Do you think that you will not be bullied when you become a nobleman, so do you know that those small nobles are bullied by the big nobles all day long, and the big nobles are bullied by their king all day long?"

Sephiroth gritted his teeth and said, "Then I will be king!

Everyone laughed, and I laughed and said, "Sephiroth, it's good to have the ideal of being a king, but after becoming a king, you still have to be bullied, and small countries will be bullied by big countries, and there will be intrigues within big countries, and such conflicts will emerge one after another, maybe one day you, the king, will be overthrown." ”

Sephiroth's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "Then I will kill all the people who bully me, and those who want to bully me, in short, I can't let anyone bully me!"

I suppressed my laughter: "In that case, you will become the biggest villain, even if you become a king and can suppress everyone's impatience, but when you lose your power, you will still be pushed off the throne and your life will be even more miserable." ”

Sephiroth looked at me confused: "Then what are we going to do?"

I said, "That's what I'm going to tell you today." My answer is to turn our world into a world where no one is above anyone else, no one is above anyone else, no one has the right to decide on other people's lives and property, so that all of us can get along with each other equally, there is no difference between poverty and wealth, and everyone helps each other and loves each other. In that kind of world, there will be no one who bullies whom. ”

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Sephiroth came back to his senses and asked sharply: "This is impossible, what if someone bullies people in such a society? You have said that you cannot have the right to decide on other people's lives and property!"

I said, "Of course, there will be bullies in any society, and absolute harmony is impossible, but in such a world, such behavior is not tolerated by the whole world, and everyone will use their accusations, glances, and attacks to make the bully feel pressure and shame, so that he himself will doubt his own behavior, and finally eliminate the evil and return to us." Imagine, in such a world, there is no distinction between each other and superiority, everyone is friendly and harmonious, so why is there any need to risk the world's condemnation and do something that violates social ethics for petty profits?"

Sephiroth did not hesitate: "What if that happens?

I said slowly, "Yes, there is sin in heaven too, so there is divine punishment." If that happens, the divine flame will cleanse that person of sin. But this is the harshest and last resort of that world!" I myself lost a little bit of my mind when I said this, is this really the ideal world I want to express?, but I saw a frenzied glint in Sephiroth's eyes, and he stopped talking, and obediently stood back in the queue.

I continued: "All of us here have all had the experience of being bullied, do we hope that this kind of thing will continue to happen? Do we hope that in the new world we will create in the future, such things will continue to occur one after another? Do we hope that in the future, when we become famous, we will become 'human masters' who bully others? We joined the Church of Braka, not to have food to eat or take refuge temporarily, but to build a world of equality and love like I just said, in which there is no oppression and damage, no meanness and conspiracy, only the peace of infinite beauty like heaven, and the solemnity of the flame of God, which punishes all evil!

Everyone was silent, but there was a sparkle of determination in their eyes.

I said, "What I'm telling you today, maybe you think it's nonsense. Because you've been told so many times the moment you joined the church in Braca. But then it was different from now, at that time, you did not have the power, now you have the power to change the world, although the power is still very small, but as long as you persevere, you will be able to do it. I want you to keep this ideal in mind all the time, because it is getting closer and closer day by day, and even one day, it will appear before your eyes! Now, everybody, turn around, run three miles with weights, and begin!"

The lads in front of me, silent, turned in unison, carrying their spears and knives, and took steps around the training ground. I saw a lot of people with a sparkle in their eyes. I don't know whether this ideological education was successful or not, but I know that I have laid a deep foreshadowing for a magnificent and turbulent ***** revolution in the future.

Suddenly, there was a round of applause around me, and I turned around, a middle-aged man in a plain black robe, tall, half of his face was deeply hidden in a black cloak, and I couldn't really see it. When I was on the road before, Edgar had told me that this was the costume of the priest in the church of Braka, who was responsible for proselytizing, dispelling doubts, and absorbing new people. Low-level priests can only wear gray linen cloaks, while those who wear black cloaks are at least middle-level priests. The Intermediate Priest is equivalent to at least a squadron leader-level existence, that is, the existence of Edgar, the highest-ranking military commander in the entire training base at the moment.

The middle-level priest clapped his hands: "I can't see it, I can't see it, Emmons, you are a centurion, and your eloquence is actually comparable to that of a middle-level priest." Mountain people are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It's just that what you just said seems to conflict with the teachings of our Braka Church. Can you explain that to me?"

I frowned: "Are you ......?"

The mid-level priest slowly lowered his cloak, revealing a head of pale hair, a pale face, a pair of cloudy eyes with a slight bloody gleam in the whites of the eyes, and a barely blood-colored one. One glance at it made me shudder. The eyes kept turning, as if they were about to choose someone to eat. The mid-level priest stared into my eyes, as if trying to see through the thoughts in my mind. He said slowly, "I, I'm the Deacon of the Nord Mountains of the Drua Sect, the Intermediate Priest of the Church of Braka, and the Overseer of the Mountain Squadron - Mebius. I looked at the mid-level priest in front of me, and my mind raced. Intermediate priests are not a rare commodity, as Edgar told me before, there are nearly two thousand middle priests in all of Calradia. But there are only fifteen districts in the whole of Calradia, and apart from the thirteen high priests, there are only two deacons in the Calradia district reserved for the middle priests, and now I am one of them. This is already infinitely close to a figure of a high priest, to say that he is a devout religious fanatic, I don't believe it, then there is only one answer left, he also has his own political opinions, or political ambitions, and absolutely does not allow the existence of another political ambition, especially if this other person is also involved in military power.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Mebius shook his head lightly and slowly raised his hand, as if to summon something. Just then, another figure suddenly appeared behind me, a hand on my shoulder.

It was as if someone had whipped me inside and almost jumped, but I turned my face without changing my face, and it was a familiar face, Edgar.

I was relieved: "Edgar, are you back?"

Edgar nodded, "You're already a centurion, and I'm proud of you." Then he pointed to the boys who were running with their loads: "These are the soldiers you led, and you just used them to defeat a whole team?"

I vaguely noticed that Edgar's words were said to Membius in the back, and the implication was nothing more than reminding him that "this is a genius who uses soldiers", but as soon as Edgar's words came out, I felt a tightness in my back, and Membius had begun to be wary of my ambitions.

Sure enough, Mebius said: "I am a good hand with soldiers, so I don't know if I will fight for our Drua Sect in the future, or fight for attacking our Drua Sect." ”

This was said very explicitly, Edgar was startled, and immediately turned around: "No, Emmons is a talent that I discovered with my own hands, and he will not betray the Sect!"

Mebius smiled coldly, turned and walked away.

I looked at the back of Mebius, and my heart was already murderous. It's amazing to say, a month ago I was a helpless bard, and just a month later, I actually killed a member of the Drua Sect, and I subconsciously felt that this dream of Bius might be my confidant in the future.

Edgar suddenly sighed and patted me on the shoulder: "It's been a long time, Emmons, I didn't expect you to be such a genius, I really underestimated you at the beginning." ”

I shook my head and smiled, "If it weren't for you who brought me out of Buyoune, I wouldn't be where I am today. Where have you been this month, and what's going on with this Dream Bius?"

Edgar seemed to stop talking, and said, "When you're done training, let's find a quiet place to talk." ”

I immediately handed over the training to Caesar, and returned to my dormitory with Edgar. As a centurion, I already have a single dormitory. Edgar sat down in the dormitory and looked at me, "I heard what you just said. Honestly, that's the world I envisioned. No bullying, no oppression, no arguments. I'm glad you can do what I think. ”

I said in a deep voice, "This is also the society that everyone who suffers dreams of. ”

Edgar nodded, "I went to Tiha this time to save Mebius. He was a deacon in the hill region sent by the Church of Braka, but was caught by Nord's minions when he landed north. I'll fight them fiercely, and I'll be able to get to Mebius. ”

I said, "How much power do the district deacons have, and why would a completely unrelated person be in charge of the Montagnard region?"

Edgar said: "The power of the district deacon is not small, as long as the political and economic decisions in the region are made, he is the one who makes the decision, and even I only have military power." But that's not the point, the point is his other identity, the Mountain Squadron Overseer, which means that he is also qualified to participate in military decision-making, and even if I want to command the Mountain Army, I must have his permission or supervision. ”

I said, "I just don't trust you!"