Ever since he was a child, Scott felt that the world he lived in was not quite right. The first time I felt this way was on the day my grandmother died.

On a calm sunny afternoon, five-year-old Scott was pulling weeds in his backyard, his grandfather and father were working in the blacksmith shop, and his mother and grandmother were filling the water tank and mending the family's clothes.

Scott remembered that scene as clearly as if he had a picture in his head—the golden sun, the grandma in the backyard armchair, the dusty backyard, the smoke from the next door slowly rising into the clear blue sky, the insects chirping in his ears, the smell of azaleas on the tip of his nose, and the grandmother looking at him gently with a smile.

Then in the next second, the old man's head fell and he lost consciousness. Scott felt that something was not right, he ran over and called his grandmother, but the old man did not respond, he was still a little boy and called his mother in a hurry, and the sturdy Nanling woman panicked, and she immediately went to the doctor, but the doctor could not do anything.

This is a stroke, the old people are too old, even if they have a way, it is too late, not to mention that there was no doctor in Port Harrison at that time who could treat cerebrovascular diseases.

The next day, Grandma was gone. At that time, Scott didn't know what death meant, and he didn't understand what the old man's disappearance meant, he just felt that his grandmother was in pain.

After the old man died, the house became lively, the father's siblings, and other relatives in the family came to discuss the burial of the old man, and the house was full of crying, and the sad atmosphere filled the family.

Scott was the only one who stood blank and alone, not crying or sad..... This even attracted the attention of the father, who hated himself for not taking good care of his mother, looked at his son and rebuked him with some annoyance.

"What are you doing standing here? Grandma usually likes you so much, you don't shed a tear at all! ”

It's just pission. The man himself knew very well that his son probably didn't understand what it meant to die, but when he saw that blank face, he couldn't help but be angry..... A rage of impotence at oneself.

Scott's answer stunned the man.

"Dad, can't I really do anything?"

The boy tugged at his father's trouser legs, and he pulled the rough linen with his little hands, and his amber eyes stared at the man, puzzled, "I really want to help grandma..... But what can I do to help grandma? ”

"Dad, can't I really do anything and help grandma?"

At this time, the man who had been working iron all his life blinked, he looked at his child, and suddenly realized that Scott might be smarter than he had imagined in the past.

"You can help...."

The anger vanished, and turned into an unspeakable grief. The man half-knelt on the ground and hugged his son, and he said in a somewhat trembling voice: "Live well, Scott.... Grow up and become more powerful than me, more powerful than me......"

"That's the best help for grandma." That's what Scott has always done.

He lived seriously, took good care of himself, and since he was a child, he has never had a disease that worries his parents, and he has never done anything that makes adults dissatisfied or confusing his superiors.

Many people say that this is ordinary, inconspicuous ordinary.

But in Terra, wanting such an ordinary and peaceful growth is an unusual. Scott has done everything he can to be the best he can be.

However, in his mind, the feeling that something was wrong was always there.

Scott has a pair of siblings next door, who are his teenage playmates, the girl is a little older than the two boys, with long sea blue hair, clear eyes, and a voice like a lark, because the family is a medicine picker, and he also likes to play with flowers and plants, so there is always a faint, sweet fragrance like azaleas.

The girl is also very gentle and often takes care of her two younger brothers, and after Scott is injured while playing with her brother, she will take the plaster from her small box and gently apply it to the wound.

At that time, the aroma and temperature of the girl's body would come along the plaster, which would make the boy a little intoxicated. Scott often went to their house to play, and it was only natural for him to have a crush on his sister, and his brother vaguely saw this, sometimes making fun of Scott, and sometimes jealously playing with his friends.

But one day, Scott, who wanted to go to the neighbor's house to play, noticed that something was wrong when he stepped out of the house, and he found that there were many strangers standing at the intersection of the street, standing in front of the neighbor's house, some of them with sea-blue hair, obviously all of them were family.

An inexplicable uneasiness strikes Scott, who creeps into the crowd and approaches his neighbor's house to find out what is going on.

Then he heard the cry. Familiar cries.

Just like the cry that rang out in the house when my grandmother died a few years ago. Missing.

These are the words that my father said to my mother when he came back in the evening, chewing licorice and with a serious face.

The father and daughter of the next door followed the team and went to the side of the mountain to collect medicine with a few other medicine pickers, and disappeared together.

Disappearance is an easy word to understand compared to death.... It means that it is 'gone' and 'can no longer be found'.

However, in Terra, the word missing has another hidden meaning. There are no bones left.

The search and rescue team organized by the team searched for a long time, but had to retreat because it was gradually getting into the night..... In the recent period, it is estimated that other teams of herb pickers will be on alert, and the escort team will also strengthen patrols and clearances, but people will definitely not be able to find them.

Don't say a day, half a day..... In the redwood forest of South Ridge, it only takes an hour to disappear in half an hour..... Then it will be gone forever.

Playmates were crying all the time. He shouted the names of his father and sister, and grief overwhelmed the young child. But soon, he could not grieve anymore, because he was the only man left in the family, and he had to protect his mother from all outsiders and relatives.

To this day, Scott still remembers the girl. He was older than his "sister" at that time, but when he recalled the past, Scott couldn't help but shudder.

At that time, although he knew the meaning of death, he did not know the cruelty of life stepping towards death.... And now, because he knows, he knows, whether he is stunned by the miasma, obscured by the roots and branches of the jungle, and turned into bones under the trees; Or was he twisted his neck by the monster, ate all the internal organs and flesh, and even chewed the bones..... It was all very painful, and it was very likely that it would befall that gentle girl.

Even, plundered by the natives -

But at that time, Scott, who was still a teenager, still had no sadness in his heart, and there was still only a kind of dazedness.

He sensed something was wrong.

Why?

"Why?"

Late at night, the teenage Scott tossed and turned in bed, and he asked himself, constantly asking himself, "Is it really irreparable that something like this happened?" ”

"Am I just going to sit back and watch this happen, and not help the people I want to help at all?"

"Could it be.... Is there no way for everyone not to have to encounter accidents, and there is no possibility and power to restore the past days to their original state? ”

"Could it be.... There is no such thing as a ......"

"Is there a way to help people who are sad?"

Ahhhh The boy at that time was curled up in pain, there was no sadness in his heart, only the suffocation of his heart being clenched by a huge force, and he already had an answer in his heart, but this answer was still waiting for a cruel moment to tell this somewhat intelligent, but not really genius the truth.

The playmate's family moved away. Most of the family's fortune was left to relatives, but they moved to Nauman, where there was a childless uncle in the family who was willing to take care of the younger brother.

This is already the best ending.

Scott, on the other hand, chose to join the Escort a few years later.

The feeling that something was wrong, that something was missing, was always in his mind, and it drove him to do something that could help other people.

The world shouldn't be like this. Many people should not die for no reason, and many people should not have an unfortunate ending.

No, not a lot of people.

It's all talented.

"I have to do something."

Scott couldn't think of any good reason to convince his father and grandfather, so he could only be frank about his feelings: "I haven't fallen behind in the blacksmith's craft, the escort can also exercise, and when I retire, or when I don't want to do it, I can come back at any time to inherit the family business." ”

"But now, I want to do something. We need a guard in our port, if I don't do it, others don't do it, so who will protect our home? “

It wasn't a good reason, but my father persuaded my grandfather.

"Your grandson is smarter than we are." The man, who had always respected his father, said, "Let him try." Anyway, just like this kid said, someone has to do it, and the viscount gives a lot of money. ”

Ten years after his grandmother's death, Scott can finally do something for people. Of course, it didn't all go well.

Although the age requirement for the escort team is to be over fourteen years old, if it is really only fourteen or fifteen years old, it is impossible for this kind of guy who has just become an 'adult' to fight with the indigenous demonic beasts.

During that time, all Scott could do was patrol the city, give directions, catch thieves, and deal with neighborhood disputes.

Moreover, Scott's captain and other teammates are not good people either.

As the newest and youngest member of the squad, he was required to clean up for the officers and seniors, wash clothes and socks, scrub weapons and armor.

This is all conventional, so it can't be called bad, but since it obeys this convention, it naturally can't be called good.

Scott had a really hard time, falling asleep with his eyes closed, and being called up to patrol before he could wake up naturally.

But this pain and hardship gave him a kind of "fulfillment". A feeling of "what am I doing too".

"When I become a member of the Guardian Team on my own, I may be able to do more."

Thinking so, enduring the hardships of life, Scott waited.

Time passes..... He waited for the life-changing rainstorm.

A war in the rain.

The Aboriginal invasion of Port Harrison - Scott had not heard of such a thing since he was born, and even Scott's father had little memory of it, only his grandfather, who was already bedridden, vaguely remembered that during the fiercest war between the Natives and Port Harrison decades ago, the entire harbor was filled with turrets and pillboxes, just to guard against the Tsunami-like attacks of the Natives.

But compared to the natives who were able to drive several armies of Warcraft at that time, the natives can only send a few elite hunters and berserkers to break in.

But this is a greater threat to the defenders of the city.

The elite hunters of the indigenous attack and slash the defenders in the turret one by one, and Scott and his teammates fight to the death, in turn killing the incoming hunters.... But the price was that he was the only one who survived.

"The natives of *** are coming at us, fuck."

"***, you can't let this kid die, right?"

"Scott, you guard the side and protect the alchemy cannon..... What nonsense, it's your task! "Kill! Fight with this group of *** natives! ”

"Crying for what? Ahem... Little cub, you have to live with our brothers....."

“...“

Scott still couldn't do anything.

But this time, he became someone else's do'. His life was the result of the help of others.

- I have to do something.....

- Everyone in the city is suffering, and I must fire artillery to stop the enemy....

- Yes! That's what I can do! My mission, where I can help others!

Standing in a pool of blood, looking around at the corpses of their comrades and natives, the young city guards had no time to grieve, no time to be at a loss.

He went to repair that alchemy cannon again and again..... But he did not learn about the repair of inscriptions.

He won't.

This is beyond Scott's ability, he obviously has the opportunity to help others, help others change their tragic fate, but his ability and experience make him unable to grasp - the unwillingness and feeling in his heart have reached the peak at this moment, but he has never been able to grasp it.

Why is that?

Maybe..... Just because.

He was an ordinary man.

A mortal.

The mortal trembled as he stared at the cannon in front of him, unable to fire no matter how much he fiddled, and he knelt in front of the cannonball almost in despair, a sheer emptiness and meaninglessness that made Scott speechless.

Silence. Until a man opens the door. This was the first time Scott had met Ian.

It was a white-haired child, and the first thing Scott noticed was his eyes, which were unlike any other Scott had ever seen, shimmering with watery light, bright and bright, and with a determination that was never dazed.

Just by appearing, Scott had a sensation that was so intense that it made his forehead tremble.

- Ian is extraordinary -

Instinct told him so, and so it was.

When Ian arrived, he repaired the alchemy cannon in a short time, and then fired it quickly with his help, hitting the swamp crocodile in the vital point.

As soon as he arrived, he solved all the problems that plagued Scott, whether it was the natives, the alchemy artillery, or the crocodile dragon Ian, who easily helped everyone in Harrison Harbor and prevented many tragedies from happening.

His very existence is constantly changing the fate of others. Constantly changing that feeling that makes Scott "not right."

Although he himself does not have that kind of thought, and Ian himself has his own goals, the truth does not allow personal will to be deviated.

"Thanks, great help."

At the end, the white-haired child smiled and thanked Scott obediently.

For Ian, this is a statement of fact, and a casual remark - even if Scott doesn't help him calibrate the muzzle, carry the cannonballs, and cover the dirt and rock, Ian will definitely achieve his goal. It's just the icing on the cake.

But for Scott, it's salvation.

That night, Scott, who had been rewarded by the Lord's House, came home with his mother crying and hugging him, and his father patting him on the shoulder, praising him for his actions, worrying about the dangers he had experienced, and proud of his son.

Even the grandfather, who was lying in bed, struggled to support his body and boasted loudly about his grandson's bravery — Scott was now a hero of Port Harrison, and he could finally become someone who could help others.

But as in the past, there was no sadness in Scott's heart. At this moment, there was no joy in his heart.

Late at night, Scott didn't fall asleep, and the boy snuggled up in his bed, hugging his knees, curling up to watch the rain out the window.

It rained all the time.

He bit his own hand, inflicting pain on himself with the strength he almost had to bite off a piece of flesh, punishing himself for his lies, punishing himself for his incompetence - if it weren't for the physical fitness of the Iron People, he would have bitten off a piece of flesh.

That's more of a self-blame. - I can't do anything!

I can't kill the incoming enemies.... Faced with a damaged artillery, I can't fix it..... In the face of so many people who died for no reason, I couldn't reach out at all!

I couldn't save any of my teammates who died trying to protect me, and those wounds could be covered with a little healing potion, but I didn't carry them because of poverty!

I can't change anything, neither the world nor myself.....

"I'm just a mortal!"

In the midst of this extreme pain, in the heavy rain that swept across the South China Sea, Scott wept bitterly.

The echo that has been resounding in his heart since he was a child, the thing that he has vaguely felt since he was a child, the cruel and cold, and the fact that makes people shudder and sick, finally revealed the truth to him at this moment.

- He's just a mortal!

He can't help the dying, he can't stop people from their tragic fate, he can't save those who can be saved, he can't undo the mistakes that can be undone!

Obviously, there are so many possibilities in this world, even infinite...... But Scott, however, could only choose one ..... An ordinary and sad path!

But....

But.

That kid was different.

Recalling the white figure, Scott stopped crying.

No.

That person is different.

Scott's image of Ian comes to mind. Although he is only a child, he is far more mature than himself. No, it can't be said that it is a child, it is a more mature person than himself.

Because he can change the fate of others and turn it in a better direction. Ian... It's the man Scott aspires to be, but can't.

Ever since he was a child, Scott felt that the world he lived in was not quite right.

There are too many things that can be changed theoretically, but no one can make a move, or they don't have the ability to do it, so they can only watch familiar people and loved ones fall into the abyss.

Scott couldn't change that. He was mortal, a little smarter, a little kinder mortal, but nothing more, he could see but couldn't change it.

But Ian, the apparently extraordinary man, can. He can do it.

"And I can help Ian."

Wiping away his tears, the young man's eyes suddenly widened: "I can still do something after all!" ”

Oh, yes. Even if you are a mortal, as long as you follow the extraordinary sage, one day you can use the light of the sage... to illuminate the haze.

This may be the .....

"Scott, you're wandering, am I pushing too hard?" Some worried voices rang out.

All memories turned into clouds, dissipated into steaming smoke.

From a boy to a man, the Iron People staggered to their feet, his body wrapped around the arc of cyan electricity, crackling and exploding in the air.

It's a hilly area on the edge of the glow, a small area where the jungle is high and the world is cut off like a wall.

And in the middle of the jungle, there is a small area of flat land that has been cleared. This is where the test ground for Xia Huiling's new weapons is located.

Smoke lingered on the ground full of potholes and melting, and the blackened marks of lightning scorched by thunder, because there had been a strong electric bombardment here just now, and two sublimators who could manipulate electricity tried their hand here..... In other words, one party is demonstrating its sublimation skills for the other.

Scott was the one being demonstrated, rising from the ground, shaking his head, sorting out the chaos of electricity.

Then he saw a fair-skinned and slender, but extremely strong and powerful hand, like a jade forged hand.

"My lord.... Are you really the first level of effort? ”

Stretching out his hand and shaking it with that palm, Scott got up with a wry smile and said to Ian, who looked embarrassed: "The lightning sublimation technique that directly attacks the electromagnetic signals of the human brain..... If it weren't for the fact that I recently taught myself biology and had a little conceptual defense, I'm afraid that one blow would have burned my head! ”

"You've taught yourself too much."

The white-haired boy complained: "Are you staying up late studying again?" Give me a good rest! ”

"Moreover, I have mastered the strength, and the blow just now definitely did not exceed the upper limit of the first energy level." "Hmm.... I know. ”

Scott was completely awake at the moment, and he looked at Ian with some embarrassment: "After experiencing it myself, I can already understand the key to this skill..... This lightning strike is not very powerful, but it is very delicate, and the frequency is also very wonderful, which can interfere with the body's nerve signals, even the strongest person, after being hit by this lightning strike, will be paralyzed and convulsed. ”

"I'm sorry, my lord, my qualifications are relatively dull, and I can't compare to Qingchao, you can understand it once you talk about it..... I'll have to show me how. ”

"What's the matter, I'll give you a lecture, and I'm also sorting out my own thoughts."

In this regard, the white-haired lord waved his hand slightly, he obviously didn't think it was a trouble to open a small stove for his territory supervisor: "Moreover, Scott, don't think too low of yourself. ”

"Qingchao's talent is actually average, he is not used to the thinking mode of normal people, and he must twist some questions in a circle and transform them into something within his swordsman's logic to understand."

"And you, after studying for so long, are actually not inferior to Qingchao in understanding things, but after all, you have only recently become a sublimation person, and you are not very familiar with the sublimation technique."

At this point, Ian looked at Scott with admiration: "You're more resilient than I thought – you can be honest about your weaknesses, unflinching to tell me about your shortcomings, and brave enough to learn what you can't." ”

"This courage to challenge the unknown, as well as clear self-knowledge, is your real strength."

"Just like this time, you perceive that your force may not be able to deal with the assassination of the Dragon Worship Sect or the Flying Flame Land, and you will not be able to preside over the overall situation after I leave the Xia Hui Territory, so you want to learn from me the sublimation skills of the Thunder System - this kind of decision, even if someone can think of it, may not be able to implement it."

"It was your lord who said that after you took a new potion, you wanted to try the effect of the new ability, so I dared to come and ask."

Scott honestly said his true thoughts: "But I still didn't expect that your lord has just obtained the lightning ability, and you are already so strong. ”

- Of course, basically all the techniques of my previous civilization were boiling water, throwing stones, and playing with electricity.

"The Lords of Steel's potion is actually missing a metal control..... My electromagnetic ability is not used to discharge, or rather, there are too many things that can be done by the lightning sublimation technique, and discharge is only the most basic one. ”

Ian shook his head, he knew what Scott meant, the other party was worried that he had always been a essa of the water system and the earth system, and there was more thunder system, and before he had time to adapt, he was about to go to Canaan Moore to participate in a big operation.

Because the Aurora Titan is also a thunder form, Scott wants to use himself as a target for Ian to test his abilities, and he can also learn the skills summarized by Ian by the way.

But Scott didn't expect that Ian's familiarity with electricity was far greater than that of the water and soil system, and it only took a few days for him to develop a lot of related techniques.

The interfering electrical current that directly stimulates the nerves of living beings is another, and the flight technique of magnetizing and accelerating the metal in one's own body is another, not to mention a simple magnetic storm arc.

After more than a month of research, Ian has made the potion of the Fullmetal Lord.

The chest shell of the Pure Dust Dragon, after being purified by the Super Magnetic Storm Tower, became only the size of an ordinary human head, and after the essence was made into a physical potion, it was only the size of a *** head.

Yes. Most of the earth-based sublimation potions are solid pills or tablets, which need to be swallowed with water or buried directly in the flesh and blood, and slowly absorbed by the whole body.

The essence of the chest shell of the Pure Dust Dragon, on the surface, is a translucent silver gem ball the size of a *** head, and there is an endless thunder arc flashing in the center of the ball, forming an extremely bright core.

Coupled with the iridescent wings of the Steel Pterodactyl, that is, the essence of the magnetization organ of the Steel Pterodactyl, the surface of this silver gem will also be filled with a layer of rainbow-colored magnetic arcs, and the changing magnetic poles and rotating magnetic fields of the gem can be clearly seen.

Ian buried the potion in his chest, using the flash silver skeleton as the carrying base, slowly absorbing the essentia structure in the potion, reinforcing the original organs while obtaining three new sublimation organs.

The strengthened sublimation organs are [Pure Rock Crystal Bone] and Silver Scale Solid Armor], because the Lord of Steel is the inheritance of the thunder and earth dual lineages, so these two more core, and also metal-related earth sublimation organs, have gained new abilities.

The [Pure Rock Crystal Bone] sublimated into the [Constant Pure Crystal Bone], and the powerful biomagnetic field will take the bone as the core, wrapping Ian's whole body, rejecting all substances that may harm him.... Whether it's an illusion, a psychic shock, a toxin, or an assassin who sneaks up on him, he will be detected and repelled by the offensive magnetic field of the Constant Crystal Bone.

The strengthening of the Silver Scale Armor is very simple - the Silver Scale Armor can now be strengthened by Ian's Lightning Essentia, stabilizing its material composition and becoming harder.

The three newly obtained sublimation organs are [Flash Electrode], [Pure Dust Heart] and Rainbow Hanging Scales].

The [Flash Electrode] is a new sublimation organ constructed by Ian based on the Aurora Titan's third energy level sublimation organ [Thunder Net] and supplemented by his own 'Flash Silver Skeleton). After becoming the sublimation organs, these blood vessels and nerves become a network covering the whole body of the sublimator, as ubiquitous as capillaries, allowing them to burst out of powerful electricity from every part of the body.

Ian had no intention of becoming a flash man, so he strengthened his ability to weave thunder nets, but it was only distributed around his ribs, relying on the existence of a flash silver skeleton, which could burst out of higher energy levels of electricity when needed, creating a stronger magnetic field.

[Pure Dust Heart] is the power generation core of the Pure Dust Dragon, its thunder essembra organ, because of the essence of the super magnetic storm coil, the essentia created by Ian's Pure Dust Heart has also become purer, but the consumption has also become larger.

But Ian, who has an aether crystal, lacks nothing but essentia, so this small shortcoming is completely compensated.

The [Rainbow Hanging Scale] is a flying organ gifted by the Steel Pterodactyl group, and it is on it that the Steel Pterodactyl can fly above the sky with its huge and heavy body at supersonic speed.

If you have to talk about ability, it actually only has the ability of ultra-high-speed maglev flight..... Even if it is used as a defense, it is not good enough, and it is far from half as hard as any kind of defense ability of the Immovable Fortified City.

Dan ..... It can fly!

--And fly fast!

This is the Stone Lord - although the Stone Lord can control most of the earth's materials, summon a large number of stone statuettes, and even rub castle fortresses with his bare hands, but in the final analysis, he is only infantry, how can he be compared to the noble air force!

Having said that, Ian has no intention of giving up the advantages of the Stone Lord.... The Metal Lord also has a quota of the Extreme Domain, and he is planning to make up for the ability to manipulate metal.

But time was running out, and the ship from the Canaan Moorish Lamps had arrived in Nauman City, waiting for Ian's distinguished guest to depart.

"Your Excellency."

At this moment, Scott spoke, and he hesitated.

When Ian looked up curiously and looked at him, Scott confessed, "I'm actually still a little scared. ”

"You said that after you leave, all the affairs of Xia Hui will be entrusted to me... You can reassure me, but I don't reassure myself. ”

"Interesting."

Ian commented, "What's wrong with you? Even if I'm really not at ease, am I someone else who can't be selected? ”

"Qingchao.... Uh, no, he's too simple-minded. Scott thought for a moment, and he was a little unsure: "Mr. Shadow and Old Farr?" Especially Mr. Shadow, he is a very intelligent man, without his help I would not have been able to teach myself mathematics and biology, and he knows quite well about alchemy and inscriptions, and is as knowledgeable as you are. ”

"It's too famous, in terms of professional knowledge, I occasionally have to ask for advice, I'm just miscellaneous."

Raising his eyebrows, Ian somewhat understood Scott's thoughts, and laughed: "You feel that you are not as good as Qingchao and the old shadow, and you are afraid that you can't suppress them and control them..... It's also strange, Qingchao is the strength of the second-level shadow, not to mention, his knowledge also crushes you. ”

"Actually, old Mr. Farr and Miss Roland also crushed me." Scott reminded Ian, "It's just that Mr. Farr is very easy-going, while Mr. Roland is more simple. ”

"That's the truth. They're all better than you in some way. ”

Ian found a rock to sit down, and he motioned for Scott to sit next to him. When they were both seated, he said, "But Scott, do you know where you're better than them?" ”

Scott shook his head, and Ian raised his index finger and tapped his forehead: "You have a normal human brain." ”

"Scott, you have the mind of a normal person."

Iron People's eyes slowly widened, he didn't expect Ian to give such a strange answer. Moreover, what is the merit of ordinary people's thinking?

"The thinking of ordinary people is just a simple statement, in short, you understand what ordinary people need, and you can also understand which industries are closely related to the operation of the territory."

After seeing Scott's attention fully focused, Ian nodded slightly, raised a second finger and continued, "Secondly, you have a political mind. ”

"Come on, Scott, I'll give you a question... What do you think is the key to cultivating the simple and courageous character of the mountain people today? ”

Hmmm....."

Scott thought for a moment, and he replied: "The mountain people are simple and brave, because only those who are simple and brave, have individual strength, and love the tribe can become chiefs and be loved by everyone. This is the theory of swarming, and only such people will be accepted by the tribe, and cowards who are scheming but not brave enough to fight will be ostracized and will die alone in the mountains. ”

"Yes." Ian was satisfied: "The political model of the brave, the aggressive and the family-loving determines the national character. What about continuing backwards? ”

"The mountain people's production mode based on fishing and hunting determines that they need a strong and powerful leader who unites the tribe, and they need a fierce boss to lead them to fight with other tribes."

Scott was gradually opened to his mind, and he was a little abrupt: "I understand, it is the mode of production that determines the political needs. ”

"The production model of the mountain people is because the Baissen Mountains do not support farming, but only fishing and hunting..... Yes, geopolitical resources determine the mode of production, the mode of production determines political needs, and political needs determine national character - this is also our reform strategy all along! ”

"We have transformed the geographical resources of the Baisen Mountains through the agricultural building, starting from the most fundamental place, and gradually transforming the production mode of the mountain people, and even the entire Baison Mountain Range, so that they can get close to the political camp we want, become the character we want, and become a down-to-earth, reliable, hard-working and brave new mountain people!"

Being a little bit like this, Scott immediately felt that his thinking was much clearer, and he almost instantly fully understood all of Ian's work in the past year.

Those transformations that seem to be just knocking on the corners, with a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west, are actually aimed at solving all the problems of the mountain people from the most fundamental point!

And then...

Based on this, change the fate and future of all mountain people!

Scott had thought about these ideas in the past, but he had never been able to summarize them on his own. But that's enough.

"You're already very smart."

Although Ian was happy in his heart, he still sighed: "This question has been answered by Qingchao and Gu Ying. Guess what they say? ”

Scott shook his head, and the white-haired young man looked at the forest in the distance with deep eyes: "One of them said that the reason why the mountain people have such a character is because Baisen Dragon God is such a character, and the people follow the gods - Qingchao is not wrong, Baisen Dragon God is indeed hot-tempered, and he fights with other dragons a lot, I see a lot from his memory, no wonder this dragon died early, basically self-inflicted." ”

"As for the old shadows.... He said he wanted to study the genetics of the mountain people and asked me for a sum of money. This guy is really good at asking for funds, and he should really let Hua Di learn from him. ”

Scott was silent. He understood what Ian meant.

"Qingchao represents the military strength in the territory, and the training camp he leads is the training camp for the cadres of the future Xiahui Leader Sublimators."

Ian patted Scott on the shoulder: "And the old shadow is the director of the research institute and the representative of scientific research." ”

"But whether it is military or scientific research, they have no 'purpose' in themselves. They can only serve our territory and its people, no matter how strong and smart they are, they must serve the requirements of their territory and its people, optimize themselves to solve the needs of both, and make plans for future development. ”

"Qingchao and the old shadow can't think of this at all. They don't know what ordinary people need and what they need to learn..... But you're different, Scott, and you know very well what the average person needs. ”

"I've seen your reclamation strategy for dealing with the Western Marshes. How many Wasteland Clearers are paired with how many guards, sending Qingchao and other knights to expel dangerous demonic beasts before clearing the Wasteland, the distribution of defense facilities in the gathering place, the physicians and medicine reserves inside the gathering place, and the rules and regulations for the internal management of the Wastelanders..... These are all well designed, and they are perfect. ”

"Don't you think that's a kind of power? Knowing what people need and being able to solve problems is quite a powerful ability! ”

"I...."

Scott opened his mouth, and he finally just whispered, "I've just seen people die without knowing it before, so I don't want these things to happen again....

The scent of azaleas flashed in his heart, and there was a moment of stinging and sadness. He didn't want to do it a second time.

"Yes, you still have empathy." Ian laughs, "True empathy, empathy that will act, to change, not just to sting and pretend not to see it – that's also a rare ability." ”

"The third advantage is that you are a very rare person who understands what it means to be in society." Scott was sitting.

To be honest, if it weren't for Ian, he wouldn't have known he was so outstanding. He's obviously just a mortal..... How can there be so many advantages?

"I see that in recent times, you have decided to slow down the export of resources, slow down the production of various commodities, and divert a considerable part of the money to education."

Ian looked at Scott seriously, and he said calmly, "I directly agreed with your decision at that time, but now, I want to hear the reason." ”

“.... Because there is a limit to demand. ”

Scott thought silently for a while before he slowly spoke: "Whether it is the demand of the mountain people for the iron farming tools of the Xia Hui Collar and various alchemy products, or the demand for alchemy plating agents and various light prisms and magnetic storm weapons on the western front, there is a limit - as long as the war is still there, there will be no shortage of orders." ”

"But on the other hand, when the war is over, will there still be orders? Will it continue like this? ”

"We can make a lot of money in the first place by expanding our production lines, but we can also quickly absorb the immigrants in the territory who do not have jobs, and they will quickly learn how to make these products after a simple education, and the territory can quickly recover a lot of money. But if there is no order, these alchemy workshops will all go bankrupt, right? How many people will be unemployed at that time, and will there be time to transform? ”

Speaking of this, Scott took a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and said, "My former neighbor was a medicine picker..... I know that one year the herb picker picked all the herbs that were easy to pick in the mountains, leaving not even a single seed.... As a result, the next year, the herbs became so scarce that they could not be picked at all. ”

"That year was a disaster, many people were poor and couldn't open the pot, and many people needed help from others.... The whole city was crying. ”

"So I understand that even if it is a herb all over the mountains, you have to leave some seeds to be able to harvest one crop this year and continue to cut another crop next year."

"What's the point of making quick money for us? There are agricultural buildings and glow grass, out of the haze of the food disaster, the territory will definitely not be short of money. ”

"When the war is over, the orders disappear and we blindly expand production, like a person who cuts herbs and leaves no seeds – and education is the process of nurturing the seeds to make the herbs of the coming year even better."

"That's what I think, sir..... We are now leaders and not ordinary people, so we need to focus on the future and the employment of future people..... And this requires solving the problems of education, health care, transportation, childbirth and housing. ”

"The latter two are relatively simple in Xiahuiling, there is enough land, and everyone is willing to have children."

"In terms of transportation, we need the cooperation of the mountain people to build roads, but the problem is not big, and the medical treatment can also be solved with alchemy elixirs, so the most fundamental thing is the former."

"Our purpose is not to make a profit and make more money, that is the thinking of businessmen, we are rulers, what we need to ensure is that the economic cycle can be sustained, and then rely on a good economic cycle to drive the foundation, increase the number of educated people, and improve the average quality of the people in the territory."

"That's why I think we should put off the expansion of production and invest money in education." Smack, smack, smack.

Ian applauded.

When the iron people's amber eyes were about to light up, and his face was as red as a piece of burning iron, the young man chuckled, "Do you think Qingchao and the old shadow want to get this layer?" ”

"Can't do it!"

Ian shook his head exaggeratedly, and he sighed: "Qingchao has no economic acumen at all, and the old shadow will only ask me for funds - old Farr can manage personnel, but he doesn't have an education-oriented mindset, and Roland is a science and engineering man, he is indifferent to human beings, and cares more about his engineering base." ”

"Yes. Large-scale infrastructure and education, coupled with slow industrial upgrading, is the best way to maintain employment, tax revenue, and economic circulation in the territory – and to lay the foundation for long-term production expansion in the future. ”

Standing up from the stone, Ian looked up at the sky. "Scott."

He said lightly: "The territory and people I want are not a group of primitive mountain tribes, a big city that seems to be prosperous but sucks people's blood. I don't want a bunch of ignorant blind people, I don't want echo worms who only agree with my decisions. ”

"What I want is a group of self-thinking, independent personality, and highly educated people, I want a complete set of higher laboratories with scholars educated by the most advanced education system, and I want a group of free people who can support me in anything, and the most advanced and prosperous city in which they live."

"I want their heads. I want their wealth. I want their lives and futures to be used to forge my dreams. ”

"Scott, do you understand?" The boy looked back.

Scott saw those eyes.

Just like nine years ago, those eyes shimmered with aqua blue brilliance.

Compared to the face that was perfect as a work of art, and compared to the power that was powerful enough to affect the surrounding natural psionic fields, Scott still noticed those eyes for the first time..... Those eyes that are consistent, bright as the sun, never at a loss and never hesitate.

Looking into those eyes, Scott's body trembled a little..... Not fear, but excitement. - Ian is extraordinary -

He knew nine years ago that he was lucky enough to find someone he could follow for the rest of his life and never regret it.

A sage who can make mortals no longer mortals, and let mortals shine too. "I understand."

So, the people of iron stood up. He faced his lord and said in a deep voice, "My lord, your will is my direction!" ”

"Don't be too stressed, when I'm not there, do whatever you have in mind, I believe in you, even if it's wrong, I forgive you."

Facing Scott, who was suddenly very serious, Ian waved his hand a little funny: "We are not the kind of high-pressure organization that makes mistakes and does not forgive, there are very few people I can trust, of course you are allowed to make mistakes - I will make mistakes myself." ”

"Just like this time, Scott, you asked me for the Thunder Sublimation Technique, and you need to take an attack yourself to learn it..... There are many things that are incomprehensible without making mistakes. ”

"Sometimes, you have to study like this and endure the attacks of life to learn something very important."

-- Attacks on life.

Scott chewed on the word.

He was still thinking about the term when Ian left the Radiant Territory and headed to Nauman City to board the ship bound for Canaan Moore.

Oh, yes. Life attacks all the living people all the time. I was attacked again and again by life, and I gradually learned my current character.

I don't want the old man to die helplessly and abruptly without medicine. I don't want people to be attacked by Warcraft and disappear due to accidents. I don't want people to be plagued by war again.

Every attack in life is urging the formation of dreams.

He still needs to do a lot in order for everyone to live in peace.

"The adult doesn't specifically want to do this - it's just his dream, he needs a wealthy territory, a group of well-educated people."

Standing by the window of the top-floor office building at City Hall, Scott watched Ian's carriage fade away until it disappeared at the end of the road: "I don't know what he really dreamed of, but it must be something as grand as the Arcane Path could change the world." ”

"And I can help him."

Ian is always busy. Ian always has a lot to do. He is always going from one place to another, and he can never rest. So, Scott couldn't stop either.

For Ian's wishes, for the wishes of those who can change the world. For the sake of the desire of the pioneers.

- Yes. I finally understood. He thought. Smile.

- I came to this world to follow him to change the world.

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