Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1221 1203. Ideal Idol
Peasant uprisings could almost be called an 'Aedirn characteristic'.

The country is very dependent on agriculture and their climate ensures that they always have a good harvest.

But even if there is enough food in the world to feed everyone, hunger can never be completely eliminated.

Because in most cases, the cause of hunger is no longer simply 'insufficient food production'.

The nobles of Aedirn saw the huge profits in the grain trade and began to seize these profits long ago.

This made Aedirn a major grain-producing country in the North, famous for its fertility, but at the same time, farmers in the country did not enjoy cheap food.

This obviously caused dissatisfaction among the farmers, and peasant uprisings broke out one after another.

But the nobles and king of Aedirn had obviously calculated the pros and cons -

It is much more profitable to suppress the riots than to share the profits with the peasants.

So let the farmers do whatever they want, it doesn’t matter to the overall situation anyway.

Over time, not only did the people of Aedirn get used to it, but the rest of the northern kingdoms also got used to it.

The peasant uprising is an internal affair of Aedirn. If other countries take the opportunity to intervene, it may cause the Aedirn nobles to be extremely vigilant and united.

But as Lan En hinted: since it is an internal affair, then even if a city is occupied by farmers of mixed non-human races, this should be a completely internal affair, right?
We can't just label the non-human races and peasant rioters as "cooperating with the Nilfgaardians" and enter into a reckless war. We still have to consider the appearance and impact.

This is what is called 'room for maneuver'.

Through various channels, we collect various information intentionally or unintentionally, grasp the human nature and human heart, and gain insight into and apply the unspoken political rules.
Lan En used his knowledge and talents fully and skillfully.

The Emperor's Children were undoubtedly adroit in diplomacy and political tactics, and Lan's own education also laid a good foundation for his political vision.

For him, understanding the situation of Aedirn itself and its political understanding with the surrounding countries was no more difficult than opening the cork of a wine bottle.

After analyzing the situation in Aedirn, he easily and accurately deduced that as the friction between Nilfgaard and the North intensified, the inner uneasiness of the Aedirn farmers would definitely expand in tandem with the growing outflow of grain.

Even far beyond all the times before.

Other countries were preparing for war and therefore stockpiling food, while the nobles of Aedirn took this opportunity to increase the export of food, only caring about making money and filling their pockets.

Who wouldn't be panicked if they saw this? But panicking is useless.

Thus, in Aedirn, the flames of a large wave of peasant uprisings were smoldering in the granaries in the fields and countryside, waiting for the day when they could no longer be suppressed.

The light of hope is growing brighter and brighter in the one-eyed elf's only remaining eye.

On the other hand, in the eyes of Sachia, there was more worry and sadness.

She learned from Lan En that a peasant uprising might happen and many people would die, but she could not change anything.

Good people always grieve over this.

Lan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

But she would soon realize that she was not unable to change all this.

"Come and lead us! Lan!"

Iorveth suddenly stood up from the campfire in excitement, and his movement was so violent that even the Qilin, who was chewing on the special rations for fun, was slightly startled.

But the elf himself was unaware of this, and his gaze as he looked at the witcher was firm, even fiery.

Margarita swore that if this wasn't a male elf, she would have felt that the look in his eyes was similar to the way those apprentices in Aretusa looked at Lan En.

"Your stance, your ideas, and your strength! All of these can lead us to support this vision!"

But facing Iorveth's eager gaze, Lan En shook his head after pondering for a while.

"Do not."

He said in refusal.

"I do want to build the system I want, and you do need a unique leader, but that leader is not me. I can't stand in the open and lead the whole process."

"Why!?"

"Because I have more important work to do."

Iorveth's anxious question was answered calmly.

Lan looked at him calmly.

"I also hope that you can be treated fairly and justly, but to be honest, Iorveth, compared to the work I am currently busy with, your matter is not that important."

"If you don't want to see that kind of stuff running around in the next few months or years."

Without saying anything more, Lan En just raised his chin towards the other side of the elven ruins.

Hidden behind the broken marble and overgrown vegetation is the cold corpse of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The one-eyed elf frowned upon hearing this.

The management and concealment of the celestial intersection rift is an agreement made between Lan En and the Lady of the Lake.

Although there is usually no trouble, it seems peaceful.

But once there is trouble in the rift, it will definitely not be a small scene. Just like the Tyrannosaurus Rex lying there now, it is hard to say whether it is related to the rift guarded by the Lady of the Lake.

After all, that rift once connected to the world where the new continent was located.

"For my job, I cannot always be in the spotlight. A leader whose whereabouts are uncertain and who cannot be seen for a long time will not bring stable development to the organization, but will make people feel uncertain and panic."

"It has nothing to do with ability or ideas, it has to do with time."

Lan En's words were so solid that they could not be refuted.

Then, Iorveth frowned hesitantly. He first looked at Lan's face, then followed Lan's gaze and turned his head to Sakia.

Hesitation, understanding, acceptance.
A series of expression changes appeared on the one-eyed elf's face.

Only then did Sachia realize what was happening and looked around.

"You mean." She pointed at herself, a little confused, "Me?"

"You are essentially a green dragon in human form, and you have no bias in your stance. But even if you want to hide your true dragon identity from the public, your human appearance might be more useful! You can represent the position of equal coexistence between humans and non-human races, and win the broadest human support for us!"

As Iorveth spoke, he actually became excited.

"Besides, there is nothing better than a good leader to lead people to stand up against injustice." Lan added with a smile. "Especially someone like a young girl who is famous for her miraculous bravery on the battlefield."

"From Joan of Arc to the infamous Falca, this is clear evidence."

Perhaps it was because he saw that his ideal was becoming more and more likely to become a reality, but Iorveth's face, which was so cold and hard that it didn't look like an elf, actually showed a bard's relaxed and happy smile.

As an elf, he seemed to be able to play musical instruments and vocal music, and was speaking in a storytelling tone.

"Interestingly, all of these heroines not only had leadership qualities, but were also very beautiful."

"It is often difficult for a woman with slanted eyes, missing teeth, and acne scars to call on a man to go through life and death with her."

"And look at you, Sakia!"

Iorveth raised his hand towards the warrior woman's wounded body with encouragement.

"Her hair is a mixture of dark gold and black, her skin is smooth, her eyebrows are thick, her eyes are big and her lips are pretty, her breasts are full and her waist and hips are round, her curves are amazing!"

"This beauty is unmatched in the world"

"Bang~"

Before the one-eyed elf could finish his praise of "unparalleled", the bonfire between the people suddenly jumped up as if a spoonful of oil was poured on it.

The ball of fluff, who was originally sitting by the campfire and listening ignorantly, was startled and jumped up a little.

The elf blinked its only remaining eye, and did not turn to look at the sorceress who was playing with her hair as if it had nothing to do with her. Instead, she continued speaking very smoothly.

"This beauty is almost comparable to that of the noble and wise sorceresses in the world!"

This time the fire did not respond.

"In other words, this is the ideal idol to lead uprisings and riots!"

"If a man is given a beautiful female buttocks as a suitable inducement, he may work miracles under this inducement!"

"Without such a butt leading the way, the freedom fighter's mind would turn back to the harvest, his woman, and the half-full glass of bad beer in the village tavern."

Sakia tilted his head and clapped his thigh with his right hand as if nothing had happened, as a gesture of applause.

"Well said, Iorveth. This talk about ideal riot idols is almost as good as your earlier discussion of the role of human sexual desire in social evolution."

Sachia is not shy about receiving compliments on her body and is very open about it.

But after saying this, she still frowned.

"But there is still a problem. I also hope to build an ideal city where all lives are equal, but as you said, I have no experience at all. I don't know how to do it."

Before Iorveth, who was the most anxious, could speak, Lan En took a sip of the wine glass in his hand and spoke.

"I will give you help and guidance. I just can't serve as a leader who can stabilize people's hearts due to time constraints, but I can still do things for this vision."

"In fact, if this vision is recognized by me, it is equivalent to being recognized by the Order of Embers."

"The Embers will also contribute to this."

Iorveth waved his hands excitedly.

"Ha! The famous Order of Embers!"

During the attack on the mountain road during the day, it was precisely because Shiward's team had ten honorary swordsmen of the Knights of Embers that they were not suddenly defeated by the attack.

During the day, the Embers' hands are stained with the blood of the Scoia'tael.

But at night, Iorveth could only be happy that these knights were indeed as powerful as the rumors said.

It's not that he doesn't care about the lives of his team, he just knows better that if he wants to prevent future non-human races from being forced to fight like them, he must make some trade-offs.

(End of this chapter)