Chapter 1164: 1146 solve the problem

Chapter 1164 1146. Solve the problem

“The Scoia’tael were inspired, there is no doubt about it.”

As Tissaya spoke, she adjusted the tableware in front of her so that they were neat and symmetrical.

"But being incited is not a reason. What you do is what you do. I saw how the Scoia'tael treated their enemies on the way back to Gos Velen. It was nothing more than that during Falgar's rebellion."

"They hung people on trees as practice targets, castrated them, mutilated them, disfigured them, and burned them."

Falga's Rebellion, a terrifying character in the northern kingdoms, once launched a cruel and widespread rebellion that even covered the entire northern kingdom.

Later she was burned at the stake and was called [Bloody] Falga.

That was more than a hundred years ago.

The Yinlu Tavern under the deck platform is clean and luxurious, with warm and bright lights. People on the seats are chatting with each other, talking about big business involving hundreds or thousands of Oren coins.

But amidst these comfortable background sounds, Tishaya's calm voice is narrating the **** scene.

"There is no doubt that the unfair treatment they have suffered as a non-human race has made them particularly indulgent in venting now."

"At the same time, the captured Scoia'tael were also subjected to the same punishment by humans, and their bodies were hung at the intersection of roads."

Berengar was not as particular as Tissaya. On the table in front of him were piles of crayfish claws that had been sucked dry of their flesh.

"I've never seen anyone who uses torture and assault have a good outcome."

The old demon hunter has a long lifespan and is well-informed, but now that executions and torture comparable to those during the Falgar Rebellion have begun to appear everywhere, he still feels that he has become more knowledgeable.

"Yes, there is no good result."

Lan En spoke.

As soon as he spoke, the other three people at the table fell silent.

Although he was always just eating during the social interaction, no one ever thought that his presence had become less.

In fact, he was the center from beginning to end.

Just this combination of etiquette and temperament is enough to be called dazzling and perfect.

"The Scoia'tael are immersed in fighting back against humanity, only feeling proud and proud, and sinking deeper and deeper into vicious violence."

The young witcher continued.

"But this can only make humans hate non-human races even more, and make them more determined to attack."

"The Scoia'tael thought they could make humans afraid, but in fact they only frightened the small group of people who had faced them. More humans only felt angry."

"But the anger of the non-human races has not been accumulated for a day or two." Margarita rested her elbow on the table, put her chin on the back of her hand, and tilted her head in Lan En's direction.

"In the past two years, two more cities in Kaedwen have been massacred against non-human races. The people in those cities are crazy. The same is true of Vengerberg in Aedirn, thanks to Yennefer sheltering some dwarves at that time. and elves.”

Margarita sighed helplessly: "We can't expect a group of non-human races who may be massacred by humans tomorrow just because of a piece of bread to remain sane. If I were them, I would probably go crazy with fear."

"Racial conflicts." Berengar shook his head, "Even if the prophet Lebioda appears, this kind of troublesome matter can't be solved at all."

He shook his head, but looked at the young demon hunter who was wiping his hands with a persuasive look.

Ditto for Tissaya and Margarita.

They all know what kind of person Lan En is and what his usual reaction is like after encountering certain situations.

He always wanted to take care of things he didn't like, otherwise he would be unhappy.

When he first took charge, he went to the capital of Temeria, broke into the manor of a powerful duke and killed him.

Because the problems he's talking about now are so serious and so deep-seated that just saying they're "solved" feels unbelievable.

Is there really a solution to this?

But when they looked at the young demon hunter, there was something deeply convincing about him that made people believe him unconsciously.

This temperament not only comes from his strength, but also wisdom, knowledge, and experience.

"If I'm going to solve this problem, I'm going to need a legion of people who are aware enough to be dismissive of, or at least fed up with, the narrative of racial hatred."

"With these people as supervisors and builders, only in a place where a 'racial harmony' law is issued can the law not easily get out of control and backfire."

"But this kind of person." Tisaya pursed her lips and looked at Lan En blankly.

Margarita continued her words: "There are too few such people and they are too scattered."

The two issues of gathering manpower and using manpower are almost the key to the development of civilization, and they have also been problems since ancient times.

Whoever can gather and use manpower more efficiently will be able to control the future.

"Yes, too few. If there are few people, the continuity of the policy cannot be guaranteed, and in the end it will be distorted by others." Lan En did not avoid the question, but nodded and admitted. "But even if I want to find and train him, I don't have time."

At the end of the sentence, Lan En frowned.

The knights of the Order of Ember revere him as a god. can be trusted.

This trust went through a cruel battlefield before it was recognized.

But there are too few of them.

As for Lan En's "no time", the three people present knew what it meant.

Ever since Lan En met the Lady of the Lake through the introduction of the half-murloc in the Dark Water, he had already made an agreement with that god.

Guard and explore the fissures where the celestial spheres meet.

Although at present, this work does not involve too large and dangerous, aggressive worlds and races.

But how numerous are the worlds? If they really encounter one, Lan En and the lady in the lake will stop them.

Perhaps the biggest trouble faced by this magical medieval era is not the issue of race or class, but the issue of invaders from outside the world and the survival of all life.

In terms of severity, Lan En's shoulders now bear a burden that no one in this world can match since ancient times.

Every time he returns from the other side of the rift between the heavenly spheres, it is an unparalleled victory.

The three of them fell silent because they all knew the weight of this agreement.

Margarita and Tissaya looked at Lan En's side face with his head lowered.

The silver hair reflected the warm glimmer in the candlelight of the tavern.

And such a huge responsibility to ‘protect the world’ rests on this person’s shoulders. But he is still prepared to care about the 'little things' in the world.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was heavy for a while, but in the end it was Lan En who took the lead in raising the wine glass filled with juice and laughed out loud.

"You don't have to look at me like that, as if I've made a big sacrifice. Traveling between worlds is very exciting."

"And when I come back this time, I have nothing to do so far, okay"

Lan En didn't have time to say the second half of his sentence, "Take a good rest."

Then there was a 'bang'.

Under everyone's gaze, the door of Yinlu Tavern was pushed open violently, and a man dressed as a messenger ran in.

(End of chapter)