Every era has its own imprint, which is an objective fact that is not determined by personal opinions. In the feudal era of the Middle Ages, advocating bourgeois revolution was tantamount to seeking death. If you advocated equality for all in socialism, you would be seeking death.
In Aichy, the core reason why the feudal system of feudal enfeoffment and city states was so deeply rooted was because of the cruel natural environment. The weak needed to rely on the strong to survive.
The wild was full of ferocious magical beasts, and they were always in a cruel natural cycle. If they lived in the wild, it was equivalent to putting themselves into the food chain, and in most cases, ordinary humans could only become food.
A pack of ordinary wild wolves would be capable of devouring a family of six. Even a pack of wild wolves wouldn't be able to defeat a single winter wolf magical beast. A pack of winter wolves was nothing more than the Frost Giants' livestock. Whenever winter arrived, the White Dragons would generally enjoy the Frost Giants' abundant food and warm caves. They would also use the bodies of the White Dragons frozen in ice as backup rations.
Of course, the reality of society would change. Sometimes it would change for the better, and sometimes it would change for the worse. Although humans had their limits, some people were capable of changing the world bit by bit.
Did this sound contradictory? In a certain world, the discoveries and inventions of Darwin, Bruno, and other "scientists" were gradually announcing the end of the ignorant era. The birth of magical engineering technology, the popularization of elemental users, and the power of Law were also gradually reducing the gap between the strong and the weak. The collapse of the Holy Light Divine Authority was also, from a different standpoint, announcing the end of the power of natural talents.
Alright, some people could probably tell that all these changes were related to a certain someone. He had indeed played a big game of chess.
"Some things can only be done, not said. When the time comes, what should come will come. Idiots who shout 'it's coming, all the crowns are about to fall to the mortal realm' before the time comes will only be crushed by the wheels of history. "
All this time, a certain someone had only done things without saying anything. He knew that some things could only be done naturally. He had never intended to shout slogans and become the mortal enemy of the various kings. After all, in this feudal era, that would be the equivalent of cutting himself off from the world.
A certain someone only hoped that he would sow some seeds. After he died, the constantly increasing productivity and social trends would change the world for the better.
But, at least for now, there was still nothing to write home about in this world. There would still be plenty of troubles.
"Robbers? How could there be bandits in this season? This is an official road. "
Perhaps, the ones who were the most shocked by this news were the trio from the Northern Lands.
"… Perhaps it's better to put it in another way. Rebels, Marquis Stanley's rebels. I just heard the news a few days ago that they're fighting again. "
Old Barton, who used to be a mercenary, was now the owner of a bar. How could he not know about this?
"Betrayal at this time? This was the Holy War! A battle for justice that involves the entire race. "
Mary, who had just arrived in the Sala Dukedom, was very surprised. But from what she said, the things she knew were probably just the written information.
"It's said that the Marquis is a devil worshipper. His military flag has the symbol of an evil snakehead devouring skulls. The elders of the Holy Church have long since declared him to be a heretic, but they don't have the spare energy to deal with an enemy so far away. "
The Gargoyles' vision far surpassed that of an ordinary scout. After gathering the information, they were able to obtain some new information that made them feel helpless. After sharing the information with a few of the leaders, arguments and discussions continued in the carriage.
"Is it a devil that interfered this time? It's impossible that it's our friendly army this time. "
This kind of thing had happened quite a lot in the past few years. Humans were not a very strong species, especially those bloated nobles who held high positions just because of their bloodline. They had many desires, such as immortality, greater power, and a higher status. "The Devil's Temptation" and "The Devil's Whisper" were just metaphors in the past, but now they were real threats.
Dimensional invaders needed strongholds, sacrifices, and a sufficient number of souls. This was especially true after the Chaos Abyss Lord in the lower planes had disappeared. Many major demon lords fell in love with this once-in-a-lifetime carnival. Demon worshippers and dark cultists were at least 100 times more active than ten years ago. And, the youthfulness and power obtained through sacrifices caused even more "people" to walk down this seemingly shortcut of no return.
The strongest noble of the Sala Dukedom, Marquis Stanley, had recently raised the flag of rebellion. No matter if there really was a devil behind this, or if it was just to scare his cowardly subordinates into following him, Marquis Stanley had drawn a devil's symbol on his military flag. It was obvious that he no longer viewed himself as an ordinary human or a subordinate of Sala Dukedom.
Naturally, the Sala Dukedom sent out an army led by the Archduke's eldest son to fight against Marquis Stanley. The Dukedom summoned several major nobles to fight against Marquis Stanley. This seemed to have happened last winter. Both sides had already fought more than ten small-scale battles of various sizes, with no clear victor.
This originally didn't have much to do with us. After all, the main battlefields were all major demon lords' territories, which were quite far away from us. And as long as there was a war, there would definitely be defeated armies and deserters. These people were even more dangerous than ordinary bandits.
If these defeated generals and deserters returned to their hometowns, they would likely be hanged to death. If they were deserters from the rebel army, they would even have a few more wanted posters on them. They wouldn't even dare to go to ordinary cities.
A group of semi-professional warriors like them also needed to eat. In the face of the pressure of survival, they basically had no bottom line as they risked their lives to begin with. The best way to support themselves was probably to become bandits and rob passing merchant caravans.
In normal situations, only after the civil war had ended would the victors have the strength to begin hunting down deserters. However, the civil war had already been going on for more than half a year without any results. It was far from over.
The scale of the war wasn't large. There were less than a hundred thousand people participating. In front of me, who was used to epic battles, this could only be considered a small skirmish. But even such a small skirmish was enough to cause hundreds or even thousands of deserters. And a bandit group consisting of only a few dozen deserters was already the tragedy of a small village or a small merchant group.
Perhaps this was the tragedy of being born in this generation, a tragedy that belonged to mortals.
"They have several dozen ordinary people with them. They're probably captives, and many of them are injured. Are there any nearby villages? "
"… There's a village called Lanti on the map. It only has about a hundred households, so several dozen professional soldiers should definitely be able to take it down."
"What about the nearby domain lord? He didn't send out troops to suppress the bandits? "
"I think he's just a second-generation Knight who donated money to get his position. He just got here not long ago, and he only has a few dozen guards under him. He might not be able to react in time, and even if he did react, he might not be able to defeat them. It seems that there are locals among them. "
As a professional mercenary who had been in the area for almost thirty years, the quasi-Legend Winston had some understanding of the surrounding domain lords. After all, these were the most common employers for "powerful" mercenaries like him.
Protecting the safety of one's own territory was the duty of every domain lord. If other domain lords were to do this for them, it would be the equivalent of declaring war. And if they weren't strong enough and needed to take action, hiring some trustworthy mercenaries was only natural.
And if it wasn't for the fact that he had already received this mission, the righteous Winston would definitely have recommended himself to the Knight domain lord, accepted the mission, and led his brothers to eliminate these deserters who were endangering the village.
I nodded. Winston's judgment was reasonable, and these deserters weren't stupid. They picked on the weakest, and the domain lord would pick on the weakest. It was likely that there was a local guide among them.
I had the gargoyle look into the distance. In the direction of Lanti Village, I could faintly see the light of fire and black smoke. It seemed that these bandits had just attacked the village and were still on their way home.
And now, they were lying in ambush at the top of a mountain on the official road that we had to pass through. It was likely that they had seen our carriage from a high place and wanted to catch up with us.
The luxurious carriage and the white horses pulling the carriage were practically the symbol of a major noble. Those warriors with messy footsteps and uneven equipment were obviously mercenaries. Added together, they were a piece of top-notch fatty meat.
"I'll go and quickly deal with them so we can hurry on our way. I still need some skeleton soldiers and zombies. As former professional soldiers, they shouldn't disappoint me."
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