Telling such a story today will naturally resonate with and arouse associations among many people. Although the situation is different from that during the chaos disaster, it may not necessarily lead to the same result.
After hearing the speech of this wise knight, the people present finally felt some passion and excitement, and began to look forward to the distant future. The group that originally had no cohesion finally stabilized and had some hope of conspiring for a great cause.
With this consensus, the subsequent combat discussions quickly became harmonious. Not only did everyone stop opposing, they also began to ponder and offer some potentially fresh and unique insights.
After completing the battle plan, everyone in the hall dispersed, leaving only the two great knights, Finkel and Wyatt.
The palm wrapped in metal mail took off the light purple helmet, revealing the silver hair underneath. Wyatt sat in the large armchair beside the table, crossed his legs, and looked at the map hanging on the wall, which was now covered with pencil sketches and various arrows.
"Are these people reliable? Don't let them all run away when I charge ahead alone." He did not trust these cowardly nobles.
"Don't worry, they may be afraid of death, but they are not afraid of commanding others to die." Finkel responded with a smile.
"Besides, we don't put all our hopes on them. After you take over those troops in a few days, start training immediately. Establish your authority in front of them and enforce military discipline. Then we can slowly change the minds of these soldiers and make them stand with us."
"By that time, even if these nobles wanted to regret it, it would be too late."
"As expected of you, Finkel. No wonder you have the nickname 'Golden Fox'." Wyatt crossed his arms and shook his head.
Then he spoke again.
"What about later? When we overthrow the old lion's rule, do we really have to promote them? Although this makes sense, it's really uncomfortable to see such people being promoted."
"The rewards are due. After all, this is our most difficult time, and every troop is precious." Finkel picked up the teapot beside him and began to pour water into his cup. After talking for so long, he felt a little thirsty.
"But the title of nobility should be gone. Lord Jelann told me that from now on, the system in the Western Territory will no longer have nobles. It will adopt a completely new model."
"Well, I've heard of this too, but what does it look like exactly? Is it the same as the Southern Territory?" Wyatt was not surprised. When he obtained the holy sword in his hand, he received instructions and instructions from Jelann.
"There are many similarities, but not exactly the same." Finkel continued to explain, taking down the map on the wall to reveal the stone wall behind it.
"First, although there will no longer be a nobility system, special honors will be bestowed upon those who have made outstanding contributions. This is what they deserve and is worth promoting and publicizing."
“Blind equality is not equality. Those who contribute more should get more in return.”
"In addition, this honor will be passed on to his descendants," Finkel continued.
"Wait a minute, isn't this just like a noble?" Wyatt raised his hand.
"You'll find out if you keep listening."
"The inheritance I'm talking about simply means you'll receive some extra care, such as living allowances, education, and medical subsidies. Furthermore, this qualification isn't unlimited. It's limited to three generations at most. That means if the grandfather makes meritorious contributions, it can be passed down to the grandson at most."
"That seems a little better."
"That's right. This is to ensure that the descendants and families of those soldiers who died in the war can receive good care, and to ensure that their descendants will not be bullied." Finkel said slowly.
"I believe there are noble people, but I also understand the simplicity and reality of ordinary people. Sometimes, blindly pursuing the noble is actually deceiving and hurtful."
"Hmph... You are still like this, able to quickly identify the conflicts of interest in things." Wyatt also poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in small sips.
"Yeah, someone has to do these things."
"Lord Jelann's aspirations are truly great, and I am trying to find a path between that distant utopia and reality."
"But such behavior will be considered degenerate by some people." Wyatt said with a sneer.
"How can a hero talk about benefits and advantages? How can a legendary figure be entangled and troubled by such things?"
"Okay, you should stop talking. Anyway, someone has to do this kind of thing. It's either you or me. We can't let Lord Jelann suffer." Finkel shook his head.
"Are you confident about the battle in two days? I heard that Captain Ludes is leading the team. There will be about 600 Griffin Knights, and the accompanying 'Griffin Feather Retinue' will also have 2,000 people. They are coming from the air and will be very fast."
"Captain Ludes taught you and me before. You know his strength and bad temper. He definitely won't hold back because of our friendship."
"I, Trisk, and Masarando should be able to stop it." Wyatt put down the teacup and started playing with the light purple helmet in his hand again.
"Three Sequence 7s, three holy swords, nearly half of Lord Jelann's high-end combat power are here. If even this is lost, there's no need to fight anymore. Simply persuade Lord Jelann to take the holy swords back to the Emerald Forest, return the gift to the Fairy of the Lake, and live in seclusion there."
After saying that, Wyatt stood up, adjusted his armor, and put the helmet back on.
"Okay, that's all for today. I need to go see how those guys are mobilizing their troops. While there's still some time, I need to hurry up and train them a few times to avoid being left behind."
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