On the way back to the lord's residence, Gawain was still riding in the same carriage as Amber. Looking at the Merchant Guild Hall that was gradually disappearing from the window, the half-elf lady couldn't help but mutter, "Five years of mining rights … Don't tell me you're planning to finish mining that place in five years?"
"Mine all? Of course not. Even with advanced mining machinery and Rebecca's crystal, it's impossible to mine all the White Sand Hills in five years. "Gwen shook his head." But I can at least guarantee that in five years, the Easterners plan to mine fifty years of mining. And if we don't consider any consequences and just mine in a destructive way, this number will even double. "
Amber blinked. For a moment, she did not know what to say. After pondering for a long time, she suddenly asked, "Tell me the truth, is this really a good idea?"
Gwen looked at her and asked, "What should I do?"
"... Sell the weapons to the royal army, sell the alchemy potions to the Easterners, and let the civil war get out of hand..."
Gwen shook his head and said, "Even if I don't sell them, do you think this civil war can be resolved?"
"I didn't mean that." Amber scratched her head and said, "I just think that now the dead are Ansu people... Don't you care?"
Looking at Amber's doubtful eyes, Gwen slowly said, "To be honest, I care, because those are people, precious people. But I don't care, because they are not Cecil's people, at least not yet."
In this matter, Gawain did not intend to talk about conscience and morality, because he was indeed acting for the sake of benefits, even if he was scheming for the benefit of the entire Southern Territory. His goal was the whole Ansu, but now he did not have the ability, so his only choice was to feed the industrial machine of the Southern Territory as soon as possible, even if the industrial machine had to drink blood and eat meat. After all, he was now the Lord of the Southern Territory, not the King of Ansu.
Judging from the inevitable future, the royal army and the Eastern army would sooner or later be enemies.
And on the other hand, he also had a second consideration when he sold the weapons and potions to the royal army and the Eastern Territory: he wanted to try to force the Ansu to develop.
The promotion of magicite technology in the Southern Territory brought a lot of experience and lessons. This land was like a blank paper, after the old nobles were swept away, Gwen could paint it freely. Even so, the development of magicite technology here was not smooth. So what if he wanted to spread it to the whole Ansu? How big of a plan would that be?
Typhon was already watching from the side, waiting for the Ansu to bleed to the last drop of blood. If one day the civil war in the Ansu ended, and Gwen succeeded in controlling the land, Typhon would not give him time to slowly develop and catch up. And to avoid the worst, he had to send the Ansu to the train of the magicite industry from now on, even if it was tied up.
As industrial products, alchemy potions and magicite weapons could not exist alone, they needed a whole industrial chain to support them. Just like Prince Edmund of the Eastern Territory realized the importance of factories and production technology before Belk set out, the Captical nobles would soon realize the necessity of the magicite industry to maintain an "industrial army". Traditional nobles may be narrow-minded, but it was not that they did not know how to think. They would not allow their lifelines to be completely controlled by Gwen.
Magicite armor and magicite weapons needed to be maintained, crystal grenades needed to be charged with the Magic Net, and alchemy potions needed to be produced in factories. Factories also needed the Magic Net, and with the Magic Net, there would be a foundation to introduce mining machines. With mining machines, there would be an abundance of metal ores, and more machines could be made.
Even if the Captical and Eastern nobles did not know how to build a complete magicite industry, they could at least lay a foundation. The weapons and potions Gwen sold them were like a lasso wrapped in vines. It was beautiful, but once touched, it would be difficult to break free. Under the pressure of war, in order to keep the weapons and potions flowing, and to keep the machines used to maintain and produce them running, they also had to start the magicite industry.
Amber was silent for a while, and no one knew what she was thinking about. When they were about to reach the city center, she suddenly muttered, "The people who were plotted against by you are really unlucky. They really lost their lives to you, and they still have to thank you for your kindness …"
"Do you think they can't react?" Gwen smiled and shook his head. "They are not stupid."
… …
In the church, Wright, who had changed into a priest's robe, stood on the wooden pulpit, facing the believers below. He used a deep and powerful voice to talk about all kinds of knowledge about the Holy Light.
"… The Holy Light will be triggered by people's hearts. The more similar the words and deeds of the Holy Light are to the virtues of the Holy Light, the more intense the phenomenon of the Holy Light can be triggered …
"Understanding the teachings of the Holy Light in practical action is the most effective way. For us followers of the Holy Light who practice the new doctrine, practical words and deeds are more effective than reciting scriptures and repeating rituals …"
Wright stopped. Under the pulpit, a tall, strong, warrior-like man raised his hand. "Grand Patriarch, you said that the Holy Light will resonate with noble words and deeds, but is there an unchanging standard of virtue? I've been studying history recently, but I see that the concepts of 'morality' and 'justice' are always changing … "
It was impossible to see a priest discussing during a sermon in the old style of the Church of the Holy Light, but it was a preaching method advocated by the "Pure Holy Light School" (Protestant). As long as the rules of questioning were followed, everyone could discuss and study the Holy Light as a kind of knowledge that could be studied. This made the Protestant church more like a learning institution than a place to perform religious rituals — which was what Wright was happy to see.
He nodded to the strong man — he knew him. This was a White Knight in the novice period. In addition to practicing martial arts and fighting with beasts, this brave soldier's biggest hobby was reading and learning. Only this kind of new priest, who was well-versed in both the pen and the sword, could be so keen to find where the doctrine needed to be explained. "Moral standards will change. In ancient times, the greatest virtue was related to food. Now, moral standards have been added such as loyalty, honesty, trustworthiness, courage, and so on. The words and deeds used to reflect these characteristics have been changing with the times. Therefore, we should have a concept of 'public morality', which must conform to the most recognized morality and fight for the group in accordance with the true meaning of the Holy Light."
"… Then why is it like this?" The novice White Knight, who was well-versed in both the pen and the sword, sounded puzzled. "Can the Holy Light think? Can it select people who meet its standards? And it will change with the change of human moral standards? "
This bold point of view caused the believers in the church to discuss in whispers. Wright was silent for a moment. After thinking for a while, he replied frankly, "I don't know the answer for now."
"You don't know?"
"Yes, people should sincerely face their ignorance," Wright replied. "The road to the absolute truth is endless. We can only understand the 'relative truth' within the scope of our minds. Perhaps there is an answer that can explain all the secrets of the Holy Light, but I don't know yet. I only know that this is what we are looking for. I also want to remind everyone here — don't blindly follow anything that is claimed to be 'infallible,' because even I, the Great Archbishop, can't be infallible. We should boldly pursue the truth, but prudently verify it, and remain humble. Only then can we continue on this path of exploration. "
Wright's words caused another round of discussion. After the discussion, the sermon continued.
Finally, the 'sermon' was over. The people in the church got up and dispersed in twos and threes. The pews that were originally full quickly became empty. Wright watched the believers leave, then got up and tidied up the Original Codex of the Holy Light and other materials on the wooden reading table. A small flickering figure floated from not far away, holding a glass of water in his hand and came to Wright.
"Drink water ~ ~ You've worked hard!"
"Thank you." Wright took the glass of water and gently pressed on Emily's hair. "You're very obedient today. You didn't make trouble for everyone. You deserve praise."
Emily laughed happily, while Wright casually glanced at the church. Then, he suddenly noticed a slender female figure wearing a hood sitting on the pew below.
Has she been sitting there all the time? Why didn't I see her just now?
Wright was puzzled. He then walked to the hooded woman who did not seem to have any intention of getting up. "Madam, the sermon is over. Do you need help?"
"I do have some doubts." The hooded woman looked up. She took off her hood, and her pale blonde hair spread out. A beautiful face with a tranquil smile appeared in front of Wright. "Mr. Great Archbishop of the South Church."
Wright calmly looked at the blonde woman in front of him. Emily, who was beside him, looked at this unfamiliar sister in surprise. "Sister, who are you?"
Then, the little girl exclaimed, "Wow! Sister, you're glowing all over! "
"Emily." Wright gently pressed the little girl's hair. "You go to the room and rest first. I'll talk to the guest."
Emily blinked and looked at Wright, and then at the "unfamiliar sister." After hesitating for a moment, she nodded. "Okay."
The little girl's figure gradually disappeared in the air.
Veronica looked at all this. She did not speak. The tranquil and peaceful holy light spread in the church. It rippled between the rows of pews like a gentle undulating sea. In this sea of holy light, Wright just stood quietly. The rippling holy light flowed by him as if ignoring his existence, or as if he ignored the existence of the holy light.
There was a layer of shimmer covering his body.
Veronica finally broke the silence. "There are no guests in the church, only lost lambs, right?"
"That's what you say. We've recently abandoned it," Wright said calmly, and then sat next to Veronica. "No one is a lamb who needs to be guided. Everyone who comes to the church is the same seeker."
"It's indeed a novel and radical doctrine." Veronica nodded slightly. "Just like your sermon, but they're all very interesting."
Wright looked at the living saint from the North Church in surprise. He looked at the Saintess Princess who could represent the power of the traditional church. "You think this is interesting?"
"At least I've never heard of a similar doctrine. This is interesting enough," Veronica said, while looking into Wright's eyes. "Can you tell me about your doctrine?"
Wright suddenly felt that the situation at the moment was a bit funny.
He knew that the living saint of the North Church had come to the Southern Territory, but he never thought that he would talk to her in such a calm way under such circumstances.
But anyway, it was his duty to explain the doctrine, so he nodded. "If you really want to listen."
"Today I'm just a listener — ah, according to you, a seeker."
Wright put away all his doubts and preposterous feelings. He sat up straight and began to recite the doctrine.
This special "sermon" did not last long. The doctrine of the New Church was not complicated, and the content was much less than the old church. Wright used his unique simple words to describe his understanding and perception of the holy light, while Veronica just listened quietly.
When the "sermon" was over, the holy light in the church gradually dissipated.
Wright looked at the "Saintess Princess" in front of him, guessing what she would say, but Veronica just stood up and bowed slightly to him. "Very interesting explanation, Mr. Wright."
After this sentence, her figure instantly disintegrated into countless floating shimmering particles and gradually dissipated in the air.
"It's really just an incarnation..."
Leiter muttered softly as he watched the last glimmer of light dissipate.
"What is she doing here?"
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