Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 572 Resistance consciousness is the first step to form oneself

"I hate them very much. They are paranoid and stubborn. Underneath the appearance of pretending to be barbaric, there is a sensitive heart. The other side of the roughness is madness, which is the powerless release after feeling the pain. As long as they see a little light, they think it is... In the entire world, material life and spiritual thought form a very abnormal relationship.”

The insightful words of his little niece made Imrik feel good. It was not in vain that he specially arranged to come to the old world. It is always good to see more of the world.

When Philonina saw her uncle, he just sat on the chair without saying a word. The dim light made his stern face look more serious. The small room was completely isolated from the outside world, except for the crackling of firewood. .

Afraid that I had said the wrong thing, I could only carefully poke my head out and defend my remarks, "I just said some immature opinions. Don't take it too seriously. At least they are still useful now."

"You, you used to be quite lively when you were little. You followed us all day long muttering that you wanted to be a heroine. Why are you so cautious now?"

Filonina stuck out her tongue. Even though her uncle was only wearing casual clothes, his aura had not dissipated at all. If he were to be alone with an unfamiliar person, he would feel psychological pressure in a few minutes.

When Imrik saw his niece's pretending to be cute, he covered his forehead. He was a little too doting on her, but fortunately the little girl knew the truth and didn't use this affection to do anything extraordinary. matter.

But she's not too young anymore, so she can't just keep the family legacy and wait until the right age to find a brat to get married.

"If you really have no interest in business, then come to the palace and become a female official. The descendants of the Woodrow family must not be like a vase doing nothing."

She was about to retort, but when she saw her uncle's firm gaze, Filonina could only hold her nose and admit it. She had no fighting talent. For things like war, having a male in the family was enough. Women were the last guarantee of continuity. Without absolute certainty, we must not fall into a crisis.

"I see, so what should be done."

"It depends on what you think. Adilla is responsible for the internal affairs of the palace. You can communicate with her. I believe that the most suitable position will be arranged for you."

"I kind of want to do diplomacy. Traveling more can enrich my experience..."

The knock on the door interrupted Filonina's words, which made the little girl feel a little discouraged. Everything she did was not going well, even talking to her uncle.

Creon first looked around the room. After seeing Filonina's dissatisfied eyes, he knew that he had interrupted the harmonious conversation between the two, but his duty still required him to explain the source.

"Mazov wishes to see you."

This sentence made Imric squint his eyes and turn his gaze to the burning fireplace. He had just discussed the next move of the Four Righteous Gods with Berannar yesterday, but he didn't expect that he would be here today.

"Let him in."

Creon nodded to express his understanding, and Philonina could only stand up with a sullen face and salute to indicate that she was leaving first.Public affairs are public affairs, and private affairs are private affairs. The prince must not be allowed to spend time on trivial matters.

"Then I'll leave first. I hope I won't have to stay here too long."

"Well, you and the people from the embassy are stationed on the battleship first, and when I settle the matter here, we will go home together."

The girl wrapped in a bloated cotton jacket walked out of the wooden house and glanced at Mrs. Kisli who was following Creon.

She had met Mazov before, but her first impression was that he was just a puppet that used the past to drive life forward. He had no purpose or thoughts and lived on the remaining will.

But this time, the one eye gained brilliance and seemed to understand what the meaning of life was.

"I hope he won't cause trouble to my uncle." The sensitive girl yawned obscenely and headed to the battleship accompanied by the flame knight. Many people knew the prince's love for his niece.

Not only because of the affection of the few relatives, but also because this girl, who was only a hundred years old, looked very similar to the mother who passed away peacefully in the bedroom when Imrik was traveling.

After Creon closed the door, Imric leaned on the armrest and supported his cheek with the back of his hand, silently watching the soldier who had never paid attention to him before.

The power of the gods surges vigorously in his body, like a beacon in this dark land, turning into light to attract the worship of all confused people.

"This should be the first official meeting between us, Mazov, or the Chosen One."

"I prefer the former. It means that I am an independent person with my own personality and will, rather than an appendage that exists attached to some invisible thing."

Imrik clasped his hands and began to applaud. It was commendable that such a thoughtful person could appear in such an ignorant country.

"Well, I have to say that you did make me look wrong, but if I had known earlier, with my habits, you would have become nutrients in the soil of Lustria."

"Can I sit down and say, recent events have made me a little tired."

"Please."

Mazov pulled out the chair and curled up in the wolf fur blanket. He expected to meet the Dragon Prince, but he didn't even feel nervous.

After all, for a dying person, this kind of thing is just superfluous.

He didn't explain what he wanted immediately. He turned his head and looked at the flames in the fireplace and murmured,
"My father once told me that we can see everything in life in the flames. I have tried countless times to find the direction of the future in the flames. But the final result is that people like us become worthless. The victim of this. This kingdom still continues the rules of the past, using countless blood to maintain this fragile order."

"The more people at the bottom, the more stable the social order will be. This is an unchanging truth. If there are too many people like Rascal, the nobles will always feel that they lack a sense of security and their lives are controlled by others."

"I know, but I don't think the people at the bottom should lose their value forever and become victims of the noble men to gain fame. We pay a lot, but get very little. This gap will only grow wider, and those with vested interests will not They will break this rule because in their eyes, we are just insignificant resources."

"Oh, then what are you going to do with this divinely chosen status? Become a religious leader and carry out reforms to awaken the people's piety towards their faith?

You must know that the person sitting in front of you is the ruler of a kingdom and the biggest vested interest. Although the political situation in Kislev changes, it cannot affect me, but my class attribute has put me on the opposite side of you. "

"No, I will die while this beheading operation is going on. As for the so-called class antagonism, no one is born to be a slave and is assigned his fate without knowing it. We should be able to become who we want to be. choose."

Imrik was thoughtful. It was obvious that the Chosen God was not satisfied with the fate arranged by the gods. He wanted to make a self-sacrifice in exchange for the people's understanding of themselves. Since Mazouf, who was born as a commoner, could get rid of the vampire tsarina, then Of course others can too.

No matter how it ends, a sharp sword hanging over the ruler's head has been formed, and all those who ascend the throne will consider how to deal with it if a similar person appears next.

"Your idea is very good. Maybe the future tsar will be afraid of people who can threaten his rule among the civilians, but with the Patriot Army here, he can only choose to compromise. And if a tough policy is adopted, the next 'vampire' tsar will appear again, Then there will be another self-sacrificing hero who will awaken the closed consciousness of the people."

"But you don't seem to have considered one situation. If you die in Kislev, the gods who protect this land will soon become dormant. You will die as a soldier, not as a chosen one."

Mazov raised his head sadly and sighed, "I understand, but everything has a trade-off. The gods have protected Kislev, but in the end, the children of the motherland are still the ones who have to walk in this world. We have only relied on them for too long. So much so that I forgot how to live alone, it’s time to go my own way.”

(End of this chapter)