Gwen had a lot on his mind, but it was difficult for him to let the people around him understand all of his thoughts.
He wanted to change the world and build a new order. Although at first he just wanted to survive in this world, this idea had gradually changed as he lived in this world. But changing the world was easier said than done.
Even if he only looked at the small Ansu, he could see the powerful inertia that had accumulated for seven hundred years in this kingdom. The inertia of the land nobles, the inertia of the people at the bottom, and the inertia of the social system. Everything in this country was built on the old order. If this order did not change, nothing would change.
He had indeed built his own world, the Cecil Domain and a new social order in the land of the Southernmost Region. But in fact, he knew that all of this was just the beginning. He could make new laws, use magical technology to promote productivity, build a more advanced government team, and implement more scientific and reasonable territorial management, but all of these were just 'surface' work.
Just a year ago, whether it was the people in charge of the territory or the people under management, they were still members of the traditional Ansu system. They were small merchants, abject scholars, ordinary civilians, and even serfs and slaves under the rule of the traditional land nobles. They could indeed obey Gwen's orders and do what Gwen asked them to do, but they had not changed in their bones. The new laws and order in the territory were just another set of rules by another noble. They knew what to do, but many did not know why.
As long as people did not change their minds, all changes would only be temporary. The dividends from industrialization would also be greatly wasted due to the limitations of "people". Gawain knew this very well. That was why he enforced education in his fief, especially for the minors. Not only did he order the schools to set up literacy classes, but he also set up general knowledge education on the structure of the kingdom, the history of the nobles and the commoners, the law of social resource distribution, and rationality. All of these were his efforts in instilling ideas into the children.
It was easy to upgrade a new batch of machines in the territory, but it was difficult to enlighten the people of this era. The serfs and slaves who had nothing and were oppressed sometimes even resisted. They had already accepted and adapted to their own fate, and even the rules of the Ansu system. If you told them that nobles and slaves had the same blood, they would even think that you were a traitor and unreasonable. But that was not because they were ignorant, but because this era had twisted them into such a state.
Sometimes, Gawain also wondered if the new order, new law, and new ideas that he was pushing in haste were too hasty. But there was one thing that he was very clear about. The magic tide would not wait for anyone, and the war between Typhon and Ansu would not wait for him either. The more he learned about the current situation of the world, the more he felt that he did not have enough time. So, he had to work hard to make everything as fast as possible. If it were not for the two sharp swords that were hanging over his head, why would he be so hasty?
Gwen fell into a trance and thought for a moment until Rebecca's voice woke him up. "Ancestor, what are you thinking about?"
Gwen snapped out of his daze. He looked at Rebecca, who was curious, and then at Heti, who was deep in thought behind Rebecca. He then looked at the few trustworthy faces around him and smiled. "Rebecca, do you still remember what I told you? The reason why the nobles had been corrupted for seven hundred years was not because there was a problem with their lineage, but because they had nothing to fear. "
Rebecca thought for a moment and nodded. "You did tell me that …"
"Protect the people, defend the land, and uphold the glory of the nobles. These principles are not wrong in themselves. But if you expect the nobles to follow these principles only based on their self-awareness, it is tantamount to whimsy." Gwen shook his head. "Many nobles preach the nobility of blood, preach innate justice, and even let scholars use all kinds of theories to prove that the nobles are born with moral and righteous factors in their blood, so the nobles do not need additional moral monitoring to strictly follow the principles. But in fact, this is all nonsense."
As soon as he said that, almost everyone's eyes widened. Rebecca and Heidi stared at their ancestor, dumbfounded, as if they could not believe that such a rebellious statement came from the mouth of the first generation noble of Ansu. Solderlin, who was sitting in a chair next to them, could not help but pinch his chin and look at his old friend with a smile.
"There is no such thing as innate nobility. Nobility is just a facade made up by later generations," Gwen continued. "Do you think I don't know the background and experience of those people at the beginning of the country? How can the descendants of a group of apprentices, blacksmiths, and carpenters become innate nobility after seven hundred years? To put it bluntly, no one beat them up, and they all became arrogant … "
No one could refute the words of the old ancestor from seven hundred years ago, so the people in the room could only listen attentively. However, there was still one person who could interrupt, and that was Solderlin, who also had a long history. The Elven ranger looked at Gawain with a smile. After Gawain finished speaking, Solderlin spoke unhurriedly, "So, my old friend, if one day you beat them all up, what kind of new order do you want to establish? You know, even the ancient King of Sages in Gondor's legend, the dynasty he established also decayed and collapsed one day. Humans are a short-lived, forgetful, and fickle race. Can you guarantee that the new order you establish will always be as you wish? "
At this point, Solderlin had almost made certain things clear, and the room suddenly became quiet.
"Of course not," Gwen answered Solderlin's question simply and straightforwardly. His first two words shocked everyone, but then he smiled and said, "So what I'm establishing is not an order of a city or a country, nor an order of a generation. What I'm establishing is an order of a civilization as a whole. It's an order where all nobles are no longer innate nobility, and where all rulers cannot be unscrupulous. When that day comes, I don't care if the person sitting on the throne is an emperor, a king, or someone else. He must always be trembling in fear and always be cautious, because there will always be a force that can pull him down from the throne after he makes a mistake."
That was enough. There were many things that did not need to be explained too clearly.
For a moment, the room was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Amber could not help but touch his neck and looked at Gwen seriously. "Tell me the truth, you won't kill me after this, will you?"
Gwen did not answer. He just put his hand on Amber's head and smiled.
"Seven hundred years ago, you were always able to surprise people. Seven hundred years later, you're still not bad." Solderlin stood up from his chair. The Elven ranger came to Gwen and suddenly knelt down on one knee. He solemnly bowed like a human Knight to a king. "Just as I promised before I set off, Solderlin Frosty Frost. I'm willing to return to your service. "
Gwen also solemnly returned the bow and helped his old friend up (at least, the old friend in this body, and the old friend in the memory he inherited). "You're most welcome. But now you still need to rest and recover from your injuries. "
Pitman smiled and said, "My lord, don't worry. With my ointment and healing spells, he'll be fully recovered in a few days."
Gwen took a deep look at the old Druil. He was sure that this was the first time the old man said the word "lord" in such a formal tone.
He nodded and said, "Then I'll leave the wounded to you."
One by one, they left. Soon, only Gwen and Amber were left in the study.
"Didn't you just say that I'm going to kill you? Why are you still so thick-skinned and shameless? "Gawain looked at the half-elf lady in the study with a smile and deliberately teased her.
For the first time, Amber did not respond to Gwen's teasing. She just looked at him with a serious face. After a long time, she broke the silence. "I'm thinking, how serious are you when you're talking big?"
"I'm serious," Gwen said with a straight face, but then he nodded. "But now that I think about it, you're not wrong to say that I'm talking big. After all, Cecil Hill has just got a firm foothold. It's a little too early to plan the kingdom's situation."
Amber rolled her eyes at Gwen. "Being so modest is not like you. Others may not know, but how can I not know? Cecil Hill has just got a firm foothold, but those spies and pawns you've planted … they're not just in Cecil Hill. "
She paused for a moment and looked at Gwen with her arms crossed. "Until today, I finally know why you're acting so strangely. You … You really didn't plan to be a noble from the beginning."
"Actually, I'm planning to do construction in a safe and steady way." Gawain spread his hands. "If possible, I don't want to get involved with the contemporary Ansu aristocratic system. But then again … they're stupid and have a lot of money. Why not?"
"I'd be a fool to believe you!"
Gwen was speechless.
At the same time, in a secret underground palace near the border of Ansu and Typhon.
In a side chamber covered by vines and roots, a mutated plant suddenly bulged. As the bud-like structure at the top of the plant rapidly expanded, matured, and cracked open, a woman with long dark green hair wearing a priest's robe walked out of the cracked pod.
Bertilla's face was gloomy and pale. She looked down at her hands and arms to make sure that all the injuries had healed. Only then did she step forward, dragging the daunting roots and vines towards the black-robed figure who seemed to have been waiting at the door of the side chamber.
"Hierarch Heaton." Bertilla looked at the black-robed man in front of her, her voice cold. "I didn't expect that the first thing you did after coming out of the Abyss of Flesh and Blood is to welcome me. This is really surprising."
"It's more surprising that Patriarch Bertila, who almost never makes mistakes, would have such an embarrassing side," Patriarch Heaton, who had a steady and resolute face and a thin figure, said with a straight face, "But I'm not here to welcome you. I'm just here to tell you that the Patriarch has woken up while you were away. He wants you to see him as soon as you come back."
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