Proof of the Sun King

The source of power is the alienation of the division of labor, and the alienation of the division of labor is equal to the asymmetry of information under the hierarchical system.

Therefore, when a person becomes a nobleman and becomes part of the existing power system, whether he is rich or poor, whether he is smart or stupid, his instinct must be to maintain this power system, to ensure his own dominance, This is human nature.

In other words, as hierarchies continue to extend and pass on, and as information becomes more asymmetric, the ruling class will gradually develop similar ideas—that my powers are legitimate and that I deserve them.

This forms a logical closed loop - now I have powers because I am worthy of them (sanctification by gods, noble blood, military exploits, etc.), because I am the owner of the power, so I exercise it My power is perfectly legitimate, because it's my thing.

But actually, is it?

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ryan looked at all the great nobles present, and many thoughts flashed in the king's heart.

In fact, not at all. As I said before, the source of power is the alienation of the division of labor. In fact, countless serfs and freedmen have surrendered part of their power and turned over part of their income so that some people can be separated from production and specially protected. himself, and this is the origin of the knightly aristocracy, and the inevitable result of a period of limited productivity.

After a long time, many knights and nobles have forgotten this stubble.

Now it is revealed that the fairy in the lake is an elf god, which opens a gap in the logical closed loop of the knights and nobles.

"So we have to talk about this now, whether we want to or not, what should we do when the lady of the lake tells us that she is Lilith, the moon goddess of the elves?" Lane continued his speech. , the king said to everyone present: "I think, these days, everyone here must have thought a lot, a lot."

"Pretend nothing happened and continue to have a pointy-eared elf **** sitting on our heads?"

A deep light shone on Ryan's face, and there was a little noise in the arena.

"Should we change our minds and find us a new god? Charlemagne? Uric? Tal? Mirdia? Or some other Phoenix Lord Asuryan or Bloody Kane? We Britta The people of Niah couldn’t wait to bow down before the new god, called Dad, and begged them to take in these homeless children, and ask them to accept us like other believers?”

The noise in the arena gradually grew louder, and almost everyone shook their heads.

"impossible!"

"We are Bretons, how could we do such a thing?"

"Yurik? What a joke, I hate the stinky smell of wolf cubs the most!"

"Tal will make us barbarians!"

"Mirmedia? No, I'm afraid that the battle cry of our Bretons will never be heard again in the world."

"The Estalians will control our armies and castles in the name of Myrmidia!"

Ryan gave everyone twenty seconds to discuss, and then the king smiled: "Then maybe we can do this, I will let the cabinet draft a document, announcing that starting today, Brittany will no longer believe in any gods, all The shrine of the Lady of the Lake, all burnt! All the goddess shrines, all smashed! All the glorious history of the Bretons should be nailed at the stake and thrown into the **** heap, what we call glory, It's just a bunch of **** made of lies, time to get rid of them?"

The noise in the field became louder, almost all the knights and nobles showed disgusted expressions, and everyone shook their heads.

"No, it can't be like this."

"No, I can't accept it!"

"Your Majesty. This is not a sane solution."

"Those who think so are mad, my lord."

"Very good." Ryan signaled everyone to be quiet again, the king was silent for a few seconds, and gently tapped the table with a small wooden hammer: "Then, I ask everyone here, you are all my dignitaries in Brittany. , you are my noble elite of Brittany, and I ask everyone here a question."

"If our goddess, the fairy in the lake, is completely abandoned by us, what will happen to us in Brittany?" Lane then asked: "Have you really thought about it?"

The whole place was silent.

"I admit, some people will benefit." Ryan turned his eyes to the large group of knights of the "Free Brittany" faction sitting on the right, the king grinned, both sarcastic and contemptuous: "Because they have Reasonable and legitimate excuses to seize more manors, castles and lands, and gain more titles!"

"They could burn Curona's Holy Grail Cathedral to ashes with their own hands! Because that's a lady's thing!"

"They can tear down the Lion's Ring Racecourse with their own hands, tear down the thousand-year-old sculpture, throw all the tapestries on the ground, and trample them with their feet, because it's a lady's thing!"

"They can put any other flags on Bastogne, on Poldero, on our Curona Palace, and those flags that symbolize our thousand-year glory will only be thrown into the fire In the pile!"

The audience was in an uproar, and the more than 800 nobles present thought of this scene, and an incomparably deep chill soaked their spines.

Is this the eradication of the fairies in the lake?

If you want to destroy the country of people, you must first destroy its history.

This is to dig the foundation of their knight aristocracy! ! !

After all the fairies of the lake disappeared in Brittany, then the culture of knights and the whole kingdom will cease to exist!

However, if they want to completely abandon the fairies in the lake, these people must do so. Otherwise, how can "Free Britannia" and "New Britannia" be completely separated from the fairies in the lake?

All the great nobles could feel the blood surging on their faces.

Never, never let this happen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do this, right?"

"wrong!"

"Do that, right?" Ryan continued.

"wrong!!!"

"Can we do this?" The king's voice filled the halls of Congress.

"Never! Never! Never!!!" The excited roars of all the great nobles in the inner hall, and even the four thousand kingdom knights in the outer hall, spread into the entire Congress hall.

"Okay, very good!" Ryan put his hand behind his ear, he smiled at everyone: "I heard, I heard your voice, very good, it seems that you do not want to see this It happened, I heard it, thank you all."

Thunderous applause erupted, applauding their king.

To put it simply, Ryan was thinking of them.

After dozens of seconds, the Congress hall gradually quieted down, and Ryan continued: "But there must be many people who still feel awkward, we are the descendants of proud Bretons, how can we believe in an alien god? What's more, she has deceived us for a thousand years, shouldn't she apologize for this, shouldn't she pay the price for taking advantage of us, can she just pretend that nothing happened?"

Everyone present nodded, yes, this level is impossible to pass.

The neutral knights headed by Bethmond all showed tangled expressions, yes, they just can't get through this, and it's hard to have a reason to continue to convince themselves to continue to believe in an alien god?

unacceptable!

"So, before that, I have to divert the topic a little bit, please listen patiently." Ryan signaled everyone to be quiet again, and the king said in a deep voice, "I have read our history again in the past few days, and I take it for granted. It is found that our history can be said to be a military book. Since the establishment of this country, endless wars have continuously invaded this land, from the melee of hundreds of tribes in prehistory to the battle of fourteen tribes in the later period. From the founding of the country to the present, a thousand years later, we have had glorious victories and many shameful defeats, but now, ladies and gentlemen, tell me, where are we now? Our Where is the country?"

"It's here! It's here!!!"

"A thousand years later, the Bretons are still standing!"

"We are not perishing!"

The great nobles shouted excitedly, even though they have gone through countless wars, even if the peaceful years in the thousand-year history are not long, even if the knights have been passed down from generation to generation, we are still here, and the kingdom is still there!

"Yes, we are still here." Ryan nodded, the light shone on him, the figure of the Sun King was shrouded in brilliance, he first opened his arms, and then put his hands on his hips: "The duty of a knight is to protect, and so is the virtue of a knight. Guard, there is nothing more glorious than defending our country, ladies and gentlemen, as knights, must we continue to assure everyone that we will continue to be here, defending and guarding our country, our people?"

"Yes!"

"Agree!"

"Aye! Aye! Aye!"

The voices of approval began to sound, and the great nobles recalled the glory of the millennium, the sacrifices of each family in the long history, the generations of clansmen who died in order to fulfill their knightly duties, all felt that something was awakened in their bodies. .

No matter how cruel, even blasphemous, and even rotten, when the trumpet sounded, the knights chanted the name of the goddess and fought for their homeland.

Those big nobles who are unwilling to fight for their homes have already been dealt with by Ryan's previous and subsequent waves of cleaning, and the ones who remain now are basically those who have been on the battlefield.

"Yes, we must guarantee that, in fact, I also have full confidence that I can lead you to defend our country, everyone, do you think I can?" Ryan smiled: "I personally think that as long as we do our own thing We can continue to recreate our glory in Eight Peaks, in the Empire, and in Obiang."

"Yes!"

"Hear! Hear! Hear!"

The voice of approval grew louder, the knights and old guards who supported Lane shouted vigorously, the neutral knights slapped their thighs hard, and even the knights of free Britannia couldn't help but be moved. .

"I'm very happy to hear your approval, which makes me feel that my previous efforts have not been in vain." Ryan nodded again and again with a smile, and the Sun Dynasty glanced at the outer hall, then said: "But the situation is not optimistic. Estalia has perished, and only Bilibali is still resisting. Tyrell may be able to hold on for a longer time, but without reinforcements, the end is already doomed, and there is also the border princes. According to the news from Guan, the border princes have basically been submerged by Skaven, Beastmen and Greenskins, maybe you have not noticed it, plus Kislev and Sylvania, the whole old world Half of it has fallen."

There were bursts of exclamations in the venue. In recent years, Brittany has been too "peaceful", and the sense of crisis of the great nobles is not so strong, even Francois, the Holy Grail Knight of the Holy Land, thinks that " The empire and the dwarves will solve their own problems", and when they heard the news from Ryan, everyone was still surprised. It turned out that half the old world had fallen before they knew it?

"All Bretons, the crisis is approaching us!" Ryan exclaimed: "Unite, Bretons! Tell us, where is your courage? Do you remember how to defend your kingdom, Right? It's not the first time we've had this predicament, but like we've seen it."

"We are still here, the kingdom is still here!" Ryan's fist struck the table on which the Code of Knights was placed. The sound was very soft, but it sounded like a bell in everyone's ears.

"Yes!"

"We are here, courage is here!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes~" The response had spread throughout the entire hall of the King's Council, and even some of the great nobles of the Free Brittany faction couldn't help shouting out.

"So, who gave us this courage? Who took us out of the quagmire when the Bretons were in despair, and who took the Holy Grail when the Bretons were on the verge of extinction. Who was it given to us, who has always been the patron saint, guarding our kingdom?" Ryan then shouted.

The entire venue fell silent in an instant, and everyone seemed to be poured a basin of cold water on their heads.

It's the lady of the lake.

But... but he is an Elf God after all!

The effect was good. Ryan smiled while everyone was silent: "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that you still lack a little courage. It seems that if you admit all this, will it hurt your dignity?"

More than half of the great nobles blushed and bowed their heads subconsciously. Yes, even if she is really nice to us, she is still the **** of aliens. If she admits it, doesn't it make us... shameless?

Ryan nodded again and again, with a bit of blame in his tone: "But you all know very well that many times, it is the little bit of courage in our chest that changes our history, our story, saves us, and makes mortals to survive.”

"The former Phoenix King Aenario, he was originally a navigator, for him, courage is that he personally climbed into the flame of Asuryan, only to ask the Lord of the Phoenix to save his compatriots, courage is in him Under the double curse, he still personally went to the ceremony site of the Maelstrom to fight alone and defeat the four Chaos Demons!"

"For Charlemagne, courage is when he fights all day at the Battle of the Blackfire Pass and finally blows the head of the great green-skinned warlord, and courage is when he alone confronts Nagash, the lord of the undead, The Lord sent back to the tomb, and the courage is that he personally confronted Moka, the eternal god, for three days and three nights, and drove the Chaos things back to where they should be!"

"For Arthur, courage is when he is the first dragon slayer in Brittany, courage is when he is at 1:30 and he is brave enough to face the greenskin frenzy. After a fatal arrow wound, stand on a horse even if tied with a rope!"

"For me, courage means that I didn't make a conservative but cowardly decision when I became king. I never tried to deny or hide anything. Courage was the great expeditions. Courage was that I called you to stand here. To all of you, and my speech toward you!"

"So, everyone, what is courage for ladies?" Ryan finally threw up the most crucial topic: "For ladies, courage is when the Bretons are in the most difficult and desperate times, she stands up She came out and helped us. Courage is that under chaos and all kinds of threats, she appeared again and again and stood with us. Courage was when rumors spread, she admitted it all, her elf **** Identity and leave the choice to us!"

"Now, Bretons, tell me, where is your courage?" Ryan roared: "When half the old world has fallen, when many countries with a long history have fallen or are about to fall, when the beastmen, the undead, , At a time when the Skaven, the Greenskins and the Chaos frenzy in the north may break through the Imperial defenses and head south at any time, Bretons, where is your courage?!"

Some kind of flame was ignited, and every Brittanian present could feel it, the flames in the chest were burning, spreading from the body to the limbs, and then to the head, and the long-standing enthusiasm was awakened.

The hair stood on end, the thighs were shaking, the fists were clenched, and the blood vessels were congested.

The knights and nobles let out a roar, and they recalled the heart-warming history of a thousand years ago, and then remembered what was happening now.

The fire is still burning, and the blood is still not cold.

"It was the lady who chose us, but also our courage chose the lady!" Ryan's roar echoed, like a storm hitting the beach by the sea: "We will tell everyone in the world with our actions, whether it is Elf **** or human god, the lady is our god! Whether it is an ally or an enemy, we will never give up in the face of the storm, we will never compromise! We will fight to the end, until the last son of Brittany is gone, if This is the end of our history, then we will also use our sacrifices to play the last song of our own, Knight Elegy!"

"Elf gods? Human gods, is it really that important? Tell me, Bretons! Do you approve of the lady staying?"

"Agree! Agree! Agree!!!" The voice in the hall sounded again, louder than before.

"The lady is the **** of our Brittany!" Finally, someone shouted

"The lady is our god!" someone said.

"Ma'am! Madam! Madam!" trickles, rivers, lakes and seas, until a giant storm with choppy waves.

The great nobles of Free Britania were almost shaken collectively. More than half of them had expressions of shame on their faces, and they were already praying to the goddess for forgiveness.

"The end is near, we will fight Estalia in the Empire!"

"We will fight on the frontier of Curona Road!"

"We will defend our kingdom at any cost, and if need be, we will fight on the sands of Lyonnaise and under the lighthouse of Le-Angoulens, we will fight on the estates on the Curona plains!"

"We will fight in the streets of the capital, in the Ardennes, in the port of Boldero, in the mountains of Montfort, and in Bastogne, our land of dragons!"

"Britannia, where is your courage? Where is your chivalry spirit?" Ryan roared, "Who still remembers the oath of chivalry, and who remembers the eight virtues of chivalry?"

"Humility, integrity, mercy, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul!" A warm cheer broke out in the hall, and the great nobles slapped the seats and railings vigorously, or waved silk with all their strength. The towel and the parchment in his hand, the excitement is surging, like a mountain and a tsunami shaking the sky~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Especially the young Devon Hill, Ryan's eldest son jumped and jumped excitedly, eager to get up immediately The battlefield killed the enemy and made meritorious deeds. In the originally cold parliament hall, like a volcanic eruption, the scorching air overflowed the hall and spread to the outer hall.

"Let's invite the lady back and meet the final battle, what do you all think?"

"Agree! Agree! Agree!" all the great nobles shouted hoarsely, and even the people of the Free Breton faction all stood up, shouting the names of Lady and Lane, waving parchment and scarves, agree.

No more doubts, no matter whether the lady is an elf **** or a human god, don't we Bretons even have the courage to admit the truth?

The lady gave us courage, now it's our turn to give Him courage!

The Duke of Berhemond nodded slowly, stood up and applauded, and seeing him get up, all the neutral knights and nobles also got up.

"Agree! Agree! Agree!"

"Ma'am! Madam! Madam!"

"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!"

The holy knight's oath resounded from the hall again, until it spread throughout the palace!

"I swear to be kind to the weak.

I swear to be brave against rape.

I swear to fight against all mistakes.

I swear to fight for the defenseless.

I swear to help anyone who asks me for help.

I swear I will not hurt any woman.

I swear to help my brother knight.

I swear to be honest with my friends.

I swear that I will love to death forever. "

Watching people rush to wave the parchment and silk scarves in their hands, Ryan nodded slightly, and the king closed his eyes.

Success is not the end, failure is not the end, the most important thing is the courage to keep going.

And the hymn of man is the hymn of courage.