Brin looked at the mother and daughter pair, his expression sowhat complex.
He of course understood their hardships, but this world is just like that.
Does he not want peace, a tranquil life?
When the poor in Harrison Port couldn’t buy food during the famine and had to gather wild vegetables in the mountains, eating them only to get poisoned and die from vomiting and diarrhea, does he not want peace?
When Fiery Fla Land waged biological warfare and the cattle and sheep, all the family’s hopes, went mad after contracting fungus, and when no one wanted to buy beef and mutton to recoup losses, they ate it and got infected, eventually leading to the entire family being sent to the incinerator, didn’t this herdsman want to live well?
When warti resources were all channeled to the army, ordinary people had to buy dicine from the expensive black market, and a mother gravely ill had to take high-interest loans just to survive, didn’t this family know doing this would only destroy themselves?
Not to ntion those Western Border Refugees... they migrated from the Western Territory, losing everything, and now the newly established settlent might again fall into the fires of war. Who do they cry their despair and perplexity to?
Even Brin himself—he now had a little money, able to live a relatively peaceful life if strictly speaking, but couldn’t Brin see that in the upcoming all-out war, South Ridge would beco the main target of the Fiery Fla Land’s navy, and Harrison Port would beco the front line?
To survive, he needed to save enough money to send his family to the Inland Xia Hui Territory or Nauman City guarded by the Imperial Navy... but this required money and achievents, if he could do it, doesn’t he want to lead a peaceful life?
To wish for peace, a tranquil life... might as well wait until there are no more conflicts on this Terra Continent, then talk about a peaceful life!
On stage, Ian could see all of this.
Under the influence of the ’Clarity Potion’ and a trace of ’Fear Potion,’ everyone present could clearly conceive of their most feared possibility, the future they least wanted to face.
Their reactions were straightforward: those ambitious, eager for advancent, would yearn for Ian’s prophesied ’suffering’ as it was the only chance for soone with a worthless life to gamble for the future.
And those who had already encountered suffering or were living happily could also understand that everything Ian said was the truth, they couldn’t deceive themselves into believing their future would get better... in fact, in this world on the brink of world war, their only ’good’ hope was that the damage to South Ridge would be minimal in the future.
Facing such a crowd soaked in numbness, telling them sothing like ’the future will definitely get better!’ or ’Our South Ridge is an untroubled paradise!’ would make anyone believing it have a tumor in their head.
So he paused, then said: "Yes, you all know, the future attacks from Fiery Fla Land will definitely not just target the Mountain People, they will attack from multiple fronts, from the sea, the sky, the land, and beneath the earth."
"Our Western Frontier has loopholes, our mountain border is deserted, our navy is holed up in the northeast bay — these are objective facts, and we can only face and admit we will suffer great defeat in these aspects."
"Fiery Fla Land could even send several Constructed Knights to attack, while South Ridge, aside from the Azure Cloud Knights stationed within the mountains, doesn’t even have more than a handful at the Third Energy Level."
"Please prepare ntally, we will face difficult tis, but as long as we stand united and fight with common purpose, we can absolutely overco the challenges."
"—Is that what you think I would say?"
The previously sowhat noisy square fell silent for a mont because of Ian’s words.
Then there was an uproar.
"Do you think—that I, a Prophet!"
And amidst this uproar, Ian suddenly raised his voice, spreading his arms wide, and the visibly fluctuating Spirit Energy spread in all directions, sweeping across the entire square and surrounding streets, covering tens of thousands of people present.
The white-haired Prophet almost angrily rebuked: "Would tell you that we are dood to fail, so just follow the prophecy and wait for death?"
"Wrong!"
His voice was like a grand bell, resonating in everyone’s hearts: "Since we already know this entire outco is full of pain, why not change it?"
"I, Ian Silverpeak, Imperial Count and present-day Prophet, will lead you to change all of this!"
"Whether it’s the future incoming Sea Fleet from Fiery Fla Land, or the Ironwing Dragon Group coming from the sky, or the Constructed Knights crossing mountains to advance, or even the further grain famines and horrific biological terror attacks, I have full confidence to change, to overco them!"
"But first, you must place all your trust in !"
Saying so, Ian turned his head slightly, bowed to Marquis Barton on the other side: "South Ridge Governor, Marquis Barton has authorized , with the ’summoning power’ over all nobles in all territories of South Ridge."
"And my own Earl’s territory has expanded to cover the entire Mountain People’s Autonomous Region."
"In other words, as long as we work together, the previously scattered Mountain People and Imperial People will be united as one— I once, at a Second Energy Level, defeated several Constructed Knights. Please believe , as long as you follow my command, I can defeat them a second ti!"
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