Chapter 1170 1152. Noble Justice
If the special ration is boiled with water, it will taste like barley porridge. This is an acceptable taste that Lan En had worked hard to concoct for the sake of taste.
However, in terms of Gulong’s teeth, Qilin feels that eating it dry without adding water has a texture like a small biscuit, and it tastes more chewy.
Under the scorching flames, the moisture in the firewood that has not yet dried up makes a crackling sound. It is not noisy, but has a reassuring silence.
The Ember Knights seemed to have returned to their glorious past, living together with Lan En who led them.
Lan En also moved back, leaning against Qilin's side and quietly watching the bonfire in front of him swaying and flickering.
After the flannel ball was full, he began to take out the bed from his small leather bag with great interest, and ran around to make it next to Qilin's head.
It has been using the space expansion pack back and forth during this period. This kind of space magic equipment makes it feel fresh and fun to use. Have fun doing it.
In this quiet and stable atmosphere, Lan En suddenly spoke.
“About the Scoia’tael Party, which has become increasingly troubled in recent months”
The moment Lan En spoke, all the Ember Knights immediately broke away from being immersed in the comfortable atmosphere and looked at him.
As for Lan En himself, he remained untroubled.
"Lincoln, tell me what you think. And."
"What do you think of the Knights?"
The dry wood in the campfire is still crackling. ' was ringing, but the atmosphere was no longer comfortable silence.
Qilin tilted his lying head and looked in the direction of the bonfire.
At this time, Velvet Ball slowly put down the work in his little paws, raised his head and looked around blankly.
“Meow?”
The soft cry broke the silence.
"Our thoughts depend on your thoughts, my lord." Lincoln said calmly while touching his face that was a little stinging after shaving.
"But I'm asking you what you think, just say it."
Lan was unmoved by Lincoln's words and still insisted.
"Okay then." Lincoln frowned and then said reluctantly.
“There is no doubt that the Scoia’tael Party was funded and instigated by the Nilfgaard Empire and gained its current momentum.”
“Otherwise, the timing would be too coincidental and inhuman. The treatment of racial groups has not only gotten worse in recent years, but it did not reach such a big level before the Civil War. ”
"Even if we saw the human civil war and gave birth to the hope of resistance, there should not have been so many courageous and cruel inhuman races popping up in one go."
"So based on their As far as our relationship with the Nilfgaard Empire is concerned, we consider them to be enemies."
"In other words," Lan En calmly concluded Lincoln's statement, "we strive to kill them all."
Given the hatred of the people of Cintra for Nilfgaard, it is natural for them to want to eliminate Nilfgaard and its affiliated forces.
This is what Lan En meant when he said before, 'This is not a problem that can be solved by force alone'.
Even the Ember Knights under his command, although loyal, actually have their own thoughts in their hearts.
Even the Knights of Ember, who have been deeply influenced by Lan, are like this, let alone other people's views on the Scoia'tael.
"Yes, my lord. This is our common thought."
Lincoln confirmed Lane's summary.
Somehow, even though Lan En did not show any emotion, Lincoln felt that he was a little disappointed.
But then, Lincoln ignored this feeling, looked across the swaying bonfire, looked at his commander seriously, and made a supplement.
“But sir, our judgment is only based on the position of the enemy and ourselves.”
“Huh?”
For the first time, Lan En’s pair shone slightly in the dimness. The peephole moved away from the bonfire, turned to Lincoln, and his eyes focused.
Four or five years younger than Lan En, and still only a knight of seventeen or eighteen, he looked at his cat eyes calmly at this time.
"You mean, the position between us and the enemy?"
"Yes, our judgment is based on the position between us and the enemy." Lincoln said without reservation. "It has nothing to do with race."
"We have seen the dwarf regiments fighting against the Nilfgaardians on Sodden Mountain. They are brave and fearless and do not flinch. We will feel at ease and peace when we fight with them. Comfortable."
"So it has nothing to do with race, sir. At least the dwarves we have come into contact with on Sodden Mountain are all good."
Lan En tilted his head and started to look kind. Get interested.
"You seem to know what the point of what I want to ask you is?"
"You can guess it, sir." Lincoln nodded his young face, "The biggest characteristic of the Scoia'tael is that they are all composed of non-human races. Secondly, That's the method of torture and cruelty, isn't it?" "It seems you are as smart and as potential as I thought," Lan En smiled appreciatively at him. "But why?"
".What did you say?"
Facing Lincoln, who looked slightly confused, Lan En crossed his arms and leaned against Qilin.
"Then let me be clear: I remember that Cintra is not known for its tolerance towards non-human races. Temeria has a better reputation in this regard. But it is only relatively good."
"Then why, you and I, don't care about race?"
The young Lincoln opened his mouth and frowned. Lan En kept watching his movements.
But Lincoln finally spoke out.
“Because of you, and Steward Harxall, my lord.”
The familiar name and the feeling in the memory flooded Lan En's heart in an instant.
"Haktholl." He repeated the name softly.
“During our war two years ago, most of us were young nobles trapped in Sintra Castle.”
Lincoln seemed not to notice Lan En’s reminiscing expression. It seemed like he was talking about something unrelated.
The eyes of the other Ember Knights were also filled with nostalgia and memories.
"At that time, the noble parents of Cintra made their children drink poison that could lead to peaceful death, and committed suicide with a dagger. Our parents were not in the castle, and people thought they had no right to take our lives."
"So, we were at a loss as to how we escaped together with Chief Haraxor, and joined the formation of Knight Stewart on the way, obeying his orders."
"We muddle-headedly saved many people along the way, and also witnessed Many people died. In the end, we witnessed the sacrifice and completed the self-sacrifice.”
The young man’s newly shaved face looked at Lan En seriously.
"Sir, to be honest, although the knights in the Knights who were born as civilians and ordinary soldiers are now as close as brothers to all of us, such as Henwell."
Lincoln stretched his hand to the side, and at the same time, the Ember Knight who introduced Lan En to High Hill Castle also sat on his blanket, looking at Lan En and Lincoln calmly.
“But two years ago, before we suffered the torture and experience of the whirlpool of war, sir, do you think that in the eyes of us descendants of nobles, there are really many differences between civilian humans and non-human races? Big difference? "
Lincoln narrated calmly, even coldly.
"No, sir. Before we became the glorious Ember Knights we are today, in the eyes of the nobles, human civilians and non-human races were just the same 'property'."
"It's just that because of everyone's different thoughts, some noble lords will look down on non-human races and take special aim at them. Some will treat them equally. And the latter one will get a reputation like King Foltest today."
"Those who agree with him will say that he is tolerant and kind. Those who oppose him will say that he has no human glory, is confused by non-human races, and cannot be trusted at all."
"But those noble lords who are already cruel, When they treat a farmer in their own territory, will they stop and show tolerance just because he is a human being?"
Lincoln's young face shook calmly in the flickering shadow of the fire.
Without expecting a response from Lan En, he gave the answer on his own.
"There is no such thing, my lord."
"Hang the peasants who don't like it, it doesn't matter whether they are humans, elves, or half-elves."
"So in the beginning, in the eyes of us nobles, civilians are civilians, and Guan Ni is an elf. , half-elf or human. At most, he just cursed at non-humans."
Lincoln smiled self-deprecatingly: "Isn't this a different kind of 'treating everyone equally'? br>But after laughing at himself, the young man's eyes reflecting the firelight revealed a look of reminiscence and admiration.
His eyes crossed the campfire and looked at the adult who was sitting calmly. But that look seemed to be looking at more than just Lan En.
"But disaster and chaos will bring hardship and change, my lord. Suffering is not worthy of praise, but the spiritual growth and broadening of knowledge brought about by suffering are real."
"Master Harxall is leading us to escape from being trapped. When the city of Sintra fell, he tried his best to save anyone he could see."
"When we joined the remaining soldiers led by Stewart, he was just like his father. Did it."
"I believe that at that time, regardless of whether there were non-human races in that small, insignificant refugee group, they would have made the same choice as what had happened."< br>
"In his last letter to you, Chief Harksall said: In the past days of stability and prosperity, he never seemed to care much about those insignificant civilians. But after these difficult days, he discovered that we In fact, they are the same people.”
"He expressed sincere emotions for this at the end of his life, and so did we, my lord."
"From that day on, we all knew and kept one fact in mind." Lincoln's eyes and that slight smile The shining cat eyes looked at each other without hesitation, and the reflection of the firelight bloomed in his eyes like a look of forged steel.
“We are all the same life, sir.”
“Non-human races are still humans, we don’t care about this kind of thing, what we care about is justice and morality! Just like you "
"When you turned around and left after reading that letter, did you ever think about whether there was such a thing as a non-human race among that small group of refugees? "
(End of this chapter)