Chapter 1156 1138. Great Purge
“Is it because of the Scoia’tael?”
The Witcher guessed based on his limited knowledge. After all, he had only been back for a day.
"Scia'tael, ha." Margarita pressed her forehead and chuckled, and Tissaya, who was sitting next to her, took a sip of the blood-red wine in the silver cup.
“It’s the Scoia’tael, they have also spread to the Velen area. On the road outside Gos Velen, two groups of merchants have been exposed in the wilderness during this time, and the carriages have been torn apart and thrown away. On the roadside.”
"Really?"
Lan En asked with interest.
Tissaya, who was holding the wine glass, took over the conversation and explained calmly.
“Because everyone with a discerning eye knows that the Scoia’tael Party was funded and started by others. They are a problem, but not the root problem.”
“The root problem The reason is: the world is going to be in chaos again.”
Not a short time has passed since the Battle of Soden Mountain, nearly two years.
Although Lan En traveled through the rift between the celestial spheres, and his perception of time was confused, Mentos would automatically adjust the timetable when he came back, so that the subject would not be blinded by time. .
Tisaya still spoke calmly, she had seen many strong winds and waves in her life. Although in recent years, due to the development of the times, there have been many big scenes that have refreshed the understanding, it has not shocked her yet.
“Since the First War between the North and the South, the Nilfgaardian Empire has been, for the first time in history, essentially bordering the northern countries. Friction and tension are natural.”
"It's only natural that you said it." Lan En leaned back in the armchair, changed into a comfortable position, and listened attentively. "Then what does this situation mean now?"
"Now there is a rumor that the Nilfgaardian Emperor, Emhyr var Emres, did not agree with the large-scale invasion at that time, and those who attacked Cintra were actually his domestic opponents, who disobeyed and walked alone. "
Tisaya did not respond to Lan En immediately, but seemed to start talking from a different perspective.
“Everyone can’t tell whether this news is true, but everyone knows: if Nilfgaard had won the Battle of Sodden Mountain at that time, the emperor would only have given honors and rewards to the participating legions. "
"But there is no 'if', they lost"
Lan En calmly took a sip of Dongzhidong red wine. Toussaint, who produced this expensive wine, was also Ni. A vassal state of Fugad.
"I tore their legion into pieces with my own hands."
Tissaya nodded, and raised the wine glass in her hand towards Lan En as a greeting.
“So after the Battle of Sodden Mountain, the news spread quickly, suddenly indicating that the emperor did not actually want to start a war. The previous actions were all acts of disobedience by his marshals. Then the heads fell to the ground, There was an endless stream of people on the guillotine."
"This is not a 'rumor', but a fact."
"There were eight formal large-scale executions, and even less formal ones. Too many to count. Several well-known officers died inexplicably, and many officers suddenly retired."
"Emhyr cleans his men very hard."
Cleaning, this is a good way.
Lan En's eyes were lowered. After thinking for a moment, the education and knowledge he had received allowed him to understand what was going on.
Military failure is doomed, so as a mature politician, you must accept the reality and find ways to maximize benefits and make up for losses in failure.
Taking this opportunity to legitimately cleanse the army that is intertwined with forces from all sides, deploy your own men, and increase your control over the army is a choice that is very beneficial to the emperor.
"But this process takes time." Lan En, who was silent for a while to think, continued.
"If it is done, of course it will be very beneficial. However, how to maintain the cohesion of the army and maintain combat effectiveness in the process will take time. The newly deployed officers want to truly exercise their management rights , we still have to fight.”
“So.” Following this line of thought, Lan En continued to think deeply.
The Nilfgaardian Emperor needs time, and time can not only be compressed from himself, but also delayed from his enemies.
If the enemy is slower, it means you are faster.
It is much easier and more convenient to cause trouble for the enemy than to speed up yourself.
"So it was Nilfgaard who funded and incited the Scoia'tael to allow these inhuman races to cause trouble in the north and buy time for themselves to take control of the army."
No more questions, Lan I have seen the context clearly.
Due to historical reasons, that is, the intersection of the celestial sphere. The humans in the north and south of this continent are actually different species.
Humans from the north landed nearly five hundred years ago, but humans from the south have actually arrived on this continent long ago.
The only thing that is certain between the two is that humans are humans after all, but the rest of the people are not even sure whether they are from the same different world.
Compared to five hundred years, this is not a long time, especially in the eyes of elves, tree spirits and other races with longer lifespans, it is not a long time.
Human beings in the south have 'cleaned up' the areas around where they live a long time ago.
To this day, in the hinterland of the Nilfgaard Empire, people there even think that creatures such as water nymphs, nymphs, and dryads are things in fairy tales rather than reality. living creatures. In addition, in the past five hundred years since the northern humans landed here, they have treated non-human races cruelly.
Elves, some dwarves, and some halflings. They hate humans in the north far more than those in the south.
In other words, the Southern Empire is only hated by them because they are also human beings.
After all, the events of the past five hundred years are closer to them and their feelings are deeper.
Once funding and support are received from the south, it is almost self-evident who will be the first to target the full anger of these inhuman races.
“That’s why the situation is getting more and more tense now, and anyone with a sensitive point can feel it.”
Margarita said, shaking her head.
“The Scoia'tael were intercepting merchants outside the city, or looking for opportunities to intercept and kill any humans passing by. Then the humans in the city were panicked, and the elves and dwarves in the city were becoming more and more fearful. This fear Once out of control, it will turn into an impulse to kill. "
"The elves and dwarves in the city are becoming more and more afraid. When the fear reaches the extreme, they will think, 'It is better to hurt first than to be hurt. Others', left the city and became a Scoia'tael."
Lan frowned and shook his head: "A vicious cycle."
"Yes, but what can we do?" Rubbing his forehead in distress, "The mayor has complained to me many times. He said that the proportion of dwarf craftsmen in the Valyrian Steel Workshop must be reduced, otherwise humans will be dissatisfied."
"Many people say that non-human races have taken away human jobs and wealth."
"But if it really reduces the proportion of dwarves, won't the dwarves be afraid? What if they think this is an attack on them? Where are the signs?”
Lan En’s frown deepened.
“Can’t the current conflict be suppressed even in the workshop?”
“It’s not that intense.” Margarita waved her hands and vented her anger. He dried up the Dongzhidong red wine in the silver cup in his hand with his breath.
"Relying on the Valyrian steel business, both dwarf craftsmen and human craftsmen can make money."
"Since they can still earn satisfactory wages, who would easily cause trouble? ”
“But even in the city of Gos Velen, except for the Valyrian Steel Workshop, the atmosphere in other places is a bit tense.”
“ Temeria is already a well-known country that is tolerant of non-human races.”
Margarita’s words did not explain the matter clearly, but it was enough.
Now that the atmosphere in Temeria has reached this point, what about other countries that are already very harsh towards non-human races?
In Redania, almost no one can control the radical Eternal Fire Church, and no one even wants to control it. Because this church is the most powerful supporter of the royal power.
The Kingdom of Kaedwen, the infamous 'Boar King', he is eager to seize the property of all non-human races in the country.
The Kingdom of Aedirn, this country also has a massacre against non-human races that breaks out in the city from time to time.
“When I come back this time, I shouldn’t have anything important to do except dressing myself up in a suit of armor.”
Lan picked up the wine bottle, filled it for himself and then reached over to fill Tissaya's and Margarita's glasses.
"If you need me to come forward, just speak."
Margarita took back the silver cup from under the wine bottle held by Lan En, with a relieved expression on her face.
"That's great, dear. First of all, can you help me deal with all the documents on the table?"
Old God Tissaya also took back the silver cup on the ground. , sitting dignified and well-behaved.
But the witcher glanced behind him and saw a messy desk.
The documents on this table seem to be very messy. In fact, they are indeed messy and numerous, but considering his ability, processing them is actually as effortless as reading a novel.
"But." Lan En turned his head again, looked at the former dean of the Department of Dignity and Abstinence, and raised his eyebrows, "Tisaya, how could you resist not dealing with that pile of things?"
Tissaya hugged herself with one hand to support the weight of her chest, and raised the wine glass to her mouth with the other hand, smiling.
"Forgive me, Lan En. I really want to see how you handle this pile of things. When I think of this, I can hold it back."
"You still have, um, an hour and a half. Go deal with these documents."
Margarita next to her lifted her blond hair from the corners of her mouth stained with red wine, smiled and glanced at the people in the room. wall clock.
"This also has a timer?"
Lan En felt funny and ridiculous, but he still stood up and walked towards the desk with the wine glass in hand.
"Time is precious, young man." Margarita said in an enchanting tone, her voice as seductive as it penetrated deep into her heart. "How do you think I will arrange the rest of my time?"
(End of this chapter)