Chapter 1219: 1201True equality

Chapter 1219 1201. True equality

"A Scoia'tael."

Lan En's finger casually tapped the one-eyed elf opposite the bonfire.

"The commander of a guerrilla organization that engages in indiscriminate attacks and intimidation through violence and torture."

"You said you wanted to truly save your race?"

"If it's a serious Scoia'tael." Iorveth didn't show any surprise or embarrassment when faced with Lan En's question.

"They are the 'little boys and young people' I mentioned before. Then they are really not worthy of talking about these issues."

"But I believe that I have proven through self-analysis before that I am not that kind of person."

The witcher nodded noncommittally.

"But you were still earlier today," Saskia interjected from the side, pointing his less injured right hand upward at the moonlit sky, "that is, during the day."

"We are still planning to use the power of the Tyrannosaurus to massacre all human settlements in the Pontal Valley."

"It cannot be denied, and I have never tried to deny my previous actions."

Iorveth seemed very calm about Saskia's accusation.

"But I must stress that my previous actions of this kind were all driven by hysteria about the hopelessness of the road ahead."

"But now, I see hope."

hope.

I hope that a person who is on the verge of reaching his limit can regain his strength, and that a person who is on the verge of death can survive for a few more minutes, or even a few hours! A few days!

It can certainly also make a radical racial revanchist less radical.

Even a 180-degree U-turn.

But the premise of all this is...if what he said is true.

"Let this sorceress read my mind."

The one-eyed elf suddenly said.

"I have no talisman on me, no sorcerer to help me. Let this sorceress read my mind as she pleases. Let me prove myself."

Warlocks' telepathic abilities are almost instinctive.

But it's actually not impeccable. Otherwise, it would be too easy for the kings to tell who was a loyal minister and who was a treacherous minister, and then playing politics would be much easier than today's intrigues.

Magic protection is the most direct one.

It is even possible to transmit distorted thoughts to the telepathic warlock, causing misleading information.

People who have received special training can also let their shallow thinking act as a superficial curtain and 'noise' blocking their true thoughts.

This kind of person is usually a senior spy or spy.

Therefore, after being misled by false news several times and after the news spread, although the warlock's mind-reading ability will still be an important reference, the real decision-makers will no longer regard this as conclusive evidence.

In their eyes, they are the saviors of these poor people.

When these inhuman races are weak, they should naturally rely on him. But once the non-human races have the intention to stand firm and become independent and self-reliant, these people's condescending moral sense becomes unbearable.

Because they are already obsessed with their condescending status as 'redeemers', and once the 'redeemed' who are supposed to be struggling and begging for mercy see that they are really about to stand up, what kind of psychological pleasure is there in saving others? ?

They don't really want to save people, but they are enjoying a role-playing game in which they are the saviors.

Therefore, the later they get, the more indifferent these people's compassion for non-human races becomes, and in the end it may even turn into disgust.

These people often had a good social reputation before, but when they hate non-human races, this reputation will make the non-human races even more difficult.

People will say, ‘Look, the adults who were kind enough to help the inhuman races can’t stand them now! Sure enough, these people are inherently evil bastards! ’ something like that.

Iorveth has seen a lot, which is why he despairs about the future and prospects of his race.

Without enough young elves to give birth to newborns, this race has basically lost the conditions for ‘self-improvement’, and the external environment is becoming increasingly harsh.

But now, he actually met two people who were sincere and it seemed that 'equality of life' was a matter of course for them.

Two people may be few, but they represent the possibility of an idea.

This idea can unite humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, and even dryads and nymphs!

Ideas can grow and spread!

And of these two people, one is a demon hunter who is not recognized by humans but has a human past, and the other is simply a real dragon in human form!

No one embodies this ideal more than they do.

This is the ‘hope’ that Iorveth sees in his eyes!

The hope of the elves is also the hope shared by other non-human races!

"So?" Sakia showed off a large area of ​​her beautiful body near her left shoulder without caring. She also picked up the wine glass and drank it in one sip as if she wanted to relieve pain.

"Huh~ I admit that my adoptive father taught me that life is always equal and freedom is always priceless. But since I left him and started to make my own way in the human world."

The female warrior was silent at first, then shook her head.

"No, I still agree with this concept. This is undoubtedly right! But the reality is very complicated, and this is not a fairy tale world where problems can be solved by shouting two slogans."

"Lan En, and you. You all showed me the complexity of things. Anyone who wants to make something famous without this premise is either a fool or a bad guy with ulterior motives."

"Couldn't be more correct!"

Saskia's words received unabashed and strong appreciation from Iorveth.

"Yes! That's how it should be! You can recognize the complexity of reality, and still identify the correct principles, and then find a way to implement it!"

On the face of this one-eyed elf, whose face was too cold to look like an elf, the enthusiasm and determination at this time even made people feel that the bonfire in front of him was inferior to it!

"We have the right goal, but the reality is: the four northern kingdoms were built on the corpses of inhuman races from the beginning! The foundation of their establishment is bloody!"

"So." At this point, Lan En also raised his eyebrows, as if he finally saw the real core idea behind this one-eyed elf and looked at him sideways.

"Do you want to start a new business?"

(End of chapter)