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"Dextall, what do you mean?" The ranger's smile was a little casual because of the carefree attitude of a playboy. He asked in a tone of interest, "Why do you think so?"
The Ranger is not like an ordinary person. His will and self are too strong, and the upgraded passive state of [Preaching] has little effect on him.
Such people have already formed their own values, and it is very difficult to brainwash them. We can only use the things they protect to make them submit on the surface, just like the nobles in the previous episode.
Or, simply shatter his values.
However, Wuci is not good at such crude actions as directly destroying values. He is better at leaving some hints subtly to guide them to exercise their subjective initiative. Even if what he said was not approved at the time, after a period of time, when encountering the corresponding things, the ranger can always remember what he said and start thinking, and then... gradually believe it without a doubt.
You know, no matter how ordinary Wu Ci was in his life, he was still a hero in the end.
[Preaching] This talent is like the abilities of other heroes, and is generated by fame and legend.
This means that Wu Ci had the ability to "preach" in his previous life. In the scientific worldview of ordinary people, the reputation of this metaphysical ability was spread as miraculous. Only in this life can he obtain this heroic talent.
[Preaching] is a coercive effect, forcing others to agree with the witch's point of view. It will not work if the person has a strong will or his own ability exceeds the witch's.
Although Wu Ci's language ability and various coordinated eye expressions, facial expressions, and premeditated body movements may not be so effective, he can give a reasonable reason for anything, while maintaining the original will of others, making them involuntarily agree with his point of view.
Although it takes some effort and is not that direct, even if he openly offends Tianzun, Tianzun will not punish him.
Wu Ci scraped the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, brewing the main arguments about the knight's character and personality deep in his throat, ready to pour out his seductive words at any time and drown his prey like drowning.
He looked down at the black-haired ranger and smiled, "The Isaac family are warriors, heroes praised by everyone. So, what do you think war is?"
"Is it the Emperor's order, an extension of honor, or loyalty? Everyone praises you as a hero as a knight in battle, but what about you? Are you proud of the land you have plundered for the Empire in the war?"
The Ranger raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Ci in confusion, as if he was very surprised. "No way, Dextol, what do you think a knight is? The Crusades sound glorious, but they are just swords in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor. Look at us now. Once His Majesty the Emperor gives up, we will go downhill. How can we be qualified to evaluate the war?"
"Because of this, don't you think this system is a little confusing?"
Wu Ci lowered his melancholy and sad eyes, and retracted the sense of oppression that he had just created by looking down from above and leaning forward slightly.
He deliberately suppressed all his aggression, half-knelt in front of the Ranger with one leg, and held up the young face of the Ranger with both hands. "My dear Ranger, please think about it. So many lives, wars, plunder, everything depends on the emperor's likes and dislikes. If he is a wise king, he can barely maintain this country, but what if the decisions he makes are all based on his foolish thinking?"
The Ranger frowned, "Dextall, what you said is too arbitrary. His Majesty the Emperor is different from those nobles. My father said that he is a wise and enlightened monarch."
"You should understand, my dear ranger, there is no absolutely wise person in the world... Even if he is really a wise king, he will make a wrong decision one day... Just like he was angry with the Isaac family who helped him build the entire Solomon Empire because of your father, and refused to pay for the military expenses. He also asked you to lead our Crusaders, whose equipment had not been maintained and who had not been well fed, to fight against the suddenly appeared, well-equipped cavalry, and ignored the heroes of the Crusaders."
"Dextol, His Majesty the Emperor is the monarch to whom the Isaac family swears allegiance until death! The Isaac family is his property! My father has only angered him temporarily, and he must be in trouble now, otherwise he will issue military expenses sooner or later!" The knight clicked his tongue impatiently and pushed away Wu Ci's hand that was holding his cheek.
Wu Ci noticed that Youxia's expression was arrogant and unshakable, and he must have believed that the emperor would not always treat them like this.
It seems that we need to use more roundabout language.
Wu Ci looked worried, "I don't doubt your loyalty, nor do I doubt the emperor's wisdom, but if he is just a saint, making a wrong decision will only affect him, and in the worst case, he will lose his own life.
But, he is a monarch.
The monarch controls the entire Solomon Empire. What the monarch does requires more consideration than a saint, and the monarch cannot make any wrong decisions.
If the monarch makes any wrong decision, tens of thousands of lives will be affected."
"Have you ever thought about what would happen if our brothers in the Crusades died heroically for His Majesty the Emperor in the battle of hunger, cold and lack of supplies?"
The Ranger said in a deep voice, "I won't let this happen. Even if it does happen... there will naturally be new knights to take over from us..."
"But have you ever thought about this? If the knights of the Crusades died in battle, their followers and their wives would also die because they had no source of income."
Wu Ci's voice turned cold. "The followers also have their wives and families. If the pillars of their families die, will they still have a way to survive? Millions of families will die because of this.
Even if you organize the Crusades again, it will take time. In this long period of time, the Solomon Empire will fall apart in the words you just ignored! The nobles and wealthy businessmen raised the price of grain, and the farmers were displaced... Will you also ignore the cries of the children as you do now?
I thought you were different from others, but have you ever thought about this?
In your eyes, the lives of those inferiors are not worth living? Moreover, you can make decisions for those Crusader brothers, squander their lives recklessly, and set their fate according to your will and your so-called loyalty.
Are you qualified to bear responsibility for their deaths? Are you qualified to bear the guilt of the people who died because of them? "
The witch's words substituted the concept of PUA, and the tone of questioning became faster and faster, with a disappointed expression, and the words were angry and sonorous, "Excuse me for being frank, but those sanctimonious nobles are no match for your self-deceiving actions.
Your behavior cannot be forgiven no matter how many indulgences you buy. Even if you are forgiven by the Silver Lord, you will never be forgiven by the souls who died because of you!
They have no money to buy indulgences but have died miserably. They can only watch helplessly as you, the murderer who killed them, their loved ones, and destroyed the Solomon Empire, are smugly paid by the so-called Silver Lords because of the wealth brought by your status and position to pardon you on their behalf, making you a hero, commending your achievements, and walking into the gate of heaven with your arrogance! "
The ranger was confused by this series of questions. He had never thought about the consequences.
He really... just as Wu Ci said, he never thought about the lower class people who might die as a result.
He thought that he was different from those nobles. He and his father led the Crusaders to fight for the Solomon Empire. After obtaining vast lands, he escaped from his family with the title of a hero and worked hard to help the lower class people. He helped farmers plow the land, robbed the rich of their property and distributed it to the poor, and saved those poor girls... But now, is he even more sinful than those nobles?
He looked towards Wu Ci with dazed eyes for help, but was met with a pair of pale blue eyes.
——At some point, Wu Ci’s half-kneeling position changed to looking down.
He knelt firmly on one knee on the chair between the ranger's legs, with his arms wrapped around the chair and resting on the back of the chair, his body casting a shadow.
He leaned down, lowered his eyes, and sighed softly, "As expected, you don't even know that you are shameful."
Wu Ci came very close, and his warm and gentle breath hit the youxia's forehead. The youxia felt a sudden pain in his forehead. An unfathomable chill spread from the skin burned by the breath all the way down to his bone marrow, and was difficult to drive away.
"You don't think that at least your achievements as a warrior are glorious, do you?" Wu Ci suddenly pinched his chin and said in a hoarse voice, "The essence of war is plunder and death for the sake of profit. No matter how high-sounding the words of the monarch are, the pain it brings to people is a sin."
"You are the emperor's accomplice, knight," Wu Ci defined it lightly, then shook his head again, laughing and sighing to himself, "Oh, no... I was wrong, Sir Isaac... You are the emperor's knight, the saint of the silver lord, you will stand high, full of glory and honor in the heaven where sins are forgiven, but you will not stand beside the inferior people who died because of you.
Glory in the lies you create for yourself.
You have no compassion, you have not set your feet on the solid ground, on our mud, you are not worthy to be my knight.
The witch's words easily shattered the ranger's self-awareness, adding an unforgivable sin to him, and then gently placed his hand on the ranger's neck.
The slender index finger pressed lightly on the Adam's apple, and the slightly longer nails scratched the skin carelessly, like a poisonous snake that could tighten and spit out its tongue at any time, ambiguous and lingering, and if you are not careful, it will pierce the skin with its sharp teeth and inject venom into the blood vessels.
"Don't let me down." Wu Ci gently placed his lips on the Ranger's forehead and whispered, "Well, this is your last chance. Tell me, how do you evaluate war? Glory, or sin?"
The young ranger sat stiffly in his chair, forced back into the shadow of the witchcraft.
The throat itches... The skin touched by the witch words makes the throat itchy inside, as if something wants to be vomited out.
He was too young, his mind was too foggy, and he could no longer find the faith to work hard for it.
"It's okay, my dear Ranger..." Wu Ci tightened his five fingers on the Ranger's neck and smiled, as merciful as a living saint. His pale blue eyes were looking down at the Ranger's suffocating subconscious struggle and soft sobs. "As I said, everyone makes mistakes, even saints... This is just an idea, and no action has been taken yet, right? As long as you are willing to correct this mistake that has not happened..."
The pulse of struggle beats under the skin of his fingertips. He kisses the forehead of the lost lamb with sorrow, "Then, I will forgive you."
The young black-haired knight opened his eyes wide, and tears could not be restrained from falling from those confused and empty eyes. He just shed empty tears, and then under Wu Ci's father-like merciful forgiveness, his black eyes shone shockingly.
"Any war... is necessarily a sin..." he murmured, "Those who make a sinful decision should be eliminated. The existence of the emperor is wrong."
From an angle that he couldn't see, Wu Ci kissed his forehead as a reward, and the smile on his lips gradually expanded to a strange arc, "You are right, my dear child, my dear... Ranger."
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