This cannot be achieved by just talking, writing one or two books, or publishing some weird speeches. It requires riding the wave of the times.
As for Desca as an "individual", his speeches, such as the publication of "On Equality", used the fields of biology and sociology to reflect the entire social structure...
In today's society, which is forced to maintain a closed feudal society due to the pressure of the gray fog, it is very commendable that he can do this.
Those people are like this. If you become an ascetic like Carl, they won't care and will praise you instead.
But if you ask others to do the same, even if it's just a subtle suggestion, the pressure you get is probably not something a normal human being can bear.
So it is already very rare.
From this she can see the other person's heart and character.
It is truly worthy of the name of gold.
Then there is nothing that you can’t touch with these teas.
Descartes-Lavos may be a weirdo, a strange man.
Judging from the fact that he can really have the heart to sacrifice his companions and is not just doing it for his own benefit, this person is indeed weird enough.
But he would never poison the tea in an attempt to silence them.
"You are very interesting, Aisuen Hitzfeld." Knight Deska lifted his cheek with his hand and squinted at the girl. "Has anyone ever told you that your calmness and confidence are very similar to someone else?"
"Who is it?" Hitzfeld asked directly.
"Your Majesty Elwin."
"Poof! Cough cough cough cough--" Xia Yibing had just taken a sip of tea, and when she heard the name, she spat out water and grabbed the girl's arm and started coughing continuously.
"I'm not kidding." The old man turned his gaze towards her. "There is a legend that I don't know if you have heard of: every generation of Sara kings is the continuation of divine blood. In front of the orthodox king, no Sara citizen can lie."
"They may even be attracted to her," he said softly, "getting close to her, liking her... and unknowingly letting her change their minds."
Xia Yibing quickly glanced at the girl and found that she had a tense expression and was motionless.
Ah... Come to think of it, Esun did mention to me that she had acted a little... unusually when she first met Alwyn.
As for myself… well.
I myself view her as a subject, so this influence doesn't seem to be strong on me?
Is it because I am a Latadian and not a Sara?
"You don't have that kind of power yet, but your expression is indeed very similar." The old knight smiled and picked up the teacup to take a sip.
"Likewise, as a reward for your courage, I can answer each of your questions unconditionally."
Hitzfeld nodded, narrowing his eyes as he fell into silence.
Descartes-Lavos, his active life dates back half a century ago, which means he would be almost seventy years old today.
Considering the loss rate of the Flint Knights, this was definitely an advanced age. He was the oldest Flint Knight that Hitzfeld had ever heard of, and there was a good chance that he had the highest prestige among them.
Maybe even higher than the Pope.
The little old man in front of him looked very ordinary. He was curled up and his height was less than meters. He had a big head and a protruding chin, like a weird combination of a big ball and a small ball.
He smiled gently, his eyes narrowed into two slits, half revealing a mouthful of teeth covered with black and yellow marks, and a layer of very short thorny hair spread from his chin to his skull.
The most terrifying thing was his hands... Those hands were twice as big as those of a normal adult man. When he clenched the cup, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, like earthworms wriggling under the skin.
"Xia asked first."
She suddenly spoke up and handed the ball to the ponytailed woman.
Xia Yibing's face became serious - she only had two chances to ask questions, and she couldn't waste this trust.
So what should I ask?
She frowned and thought for about ten seconds, then looked up at the old man: "What do you think happened here?"
"Cunning, Chief Imaar." Deka frowned, "Can this be considered a problem?"
It seemed to be a simple inquiry into his opinion of Bartlett Beach, but it actually included a series of questions such as "why did you come here" and "what speculations you made about the current situation of the beach based on the intelligence you had."
If he answered, he would reveal all the information he had.
"You didn't say no." The woman raised her eyebrows and made a gesture of invitation.
"Or I could ask a different question..."
"No need." Deka interrupted her.
"I won't break my promise to a junior."
He closed his eyes, as if he was organizing his thoughts and words, and then he slowly began to read: "I think Bricher Eslandt is not dead yet. He was the one who caused the tragedy. He must be hiding somewhere...either at the bottom of the sea or in the town, waiting for the next opportunity to take action."
"Think" rather than "doubt".
Hitzfeld's heart tightened.
This shows that Deska was not speculating, his concern for the beach could even be traced back to when he accepted Dai Lin as his student, and he had been feeling uneasy since very early on.
Even fear of something.
"Can we talk about it in detail?" Xia Yibing was not satisfied with the answer.
This is no different from what she guessed...
But the old man didn't say anything, just looked at her and smiled, raising his eyebrows, as if questioning her.
Xia Yibing frowned.
She knew that this was the other party confirming whether this counted as the second question.
"Aisun."
She gave the ball back to the girl.
"My question should be simpler. Of course, it's impossible for you to get away with it like this."
Hitzfeld said softly.
"Please tell me all about Mr. Bricher's relationship with you."
Chapter 45: Bricher-Atlanse
The old man was smiling confidently the last second, but when he heard her say that, his eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity.
It was indeed a fierce look - like an old lion tearing off its disguise. The momentum and murderous intent that poured out at that moment made the hairs of the two people in the room stand on end.
Is he really useless?
Xia Yibing even had such an idea.
At the age of seventy, even without metal toxins, a normal person would have lost their strength long ago.
But why do I still think he is extremely dangerous?
Even has the power to... take my life!
As she thought this, she leaned her body to the side, trying her best to block the hostility emanating from Deska for Hitzfeld.
It was very uncomfortable, but when Xia Yibing thought that Hitzfeld was behind her, she felt full of strength and felt that even ten Descas-Lavos would be nothing.
"It's meaningless." Deka suddenly put away his murderous intent, closed his eyes and leaned back, "I didn't intend to disclose it to you so early... Where did you hear this name?"
"Underwater caves," Hitzfeld answered, repeating what she had told the others. "Someone carved something in the rock beneath the seaweed, complaining that you had killed him."
"And the signature is Bricher, right?" Descartes laughed, then his face turned serious: "Impossible."
Hitzfeld was not flustered: "Why not?"
"Because with Bricher Atlans's reserved pride, he would have written his full name when he left his name. You couldn't have only read the first paragraph. You're lying!"
"Just treat me as a lie... Anyway, I just found out what happened - or you can think about it, how else can I know this past event?"
"This is a problem." Deka frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly held his head and shook his head.
"Forget it."
"Since you know this, it probably means he left something behind."
"Those tombstones? Did he carve the things I did on them?"
"Forget it...it doesn't matter anymore."
He opened his eyes—they were a deeper blue than Dai Lin’s.
"When people get old, they are too lazy to call up those distant memories."
"If you have any questions, feel free to ask them directly, Detective, Miss Esaune-Hitzfeld."
The change in attitude represents the subconscious mind's true recognition of her.
Hitzfeld was not polite and asked him directly: "Tell me about Bricher-Atlans, how did you first meet?"
At the same time, she kicked the woman under the table, suggesting that she quickly take out her notebook and pen to take notes.
Xia Yibing did as she was told with a strange look on her face. From time to time, she looked up at the old knight and found that his eyebrows were indeed twitching, but at least he didn't have an attack.
This is the posture of interrogating a criminal...
Xia Yibing was a little frightened.
Aisuen, you are so brave...
But no matter what she thought, Hitzfeld took the interrogation seriously.
"I met Bricher in a winter," Descartes said. "At that time, I was penniless and earned a little money by helping people unload goods at the station... He was also working there. Once a group of thugs wanted to rob him, and I saw that he was very skilled, so I went up to help him. That's how we got to know each other."
"But you should have been a golden seed since a long time ago?"
"You also know about golden seeds?" Deka was stunned, but did not dwell on it too much. "That's true, but the conditions were worse than they are now... You all know that there are power outages in the city every now and then, right? Replace the power outages with power on - resources were so scarce back then."
"And I..." He patted his chest, "I am not outstanding among the golden seeds of the Central Diocese. Because when I was discovered by them, I was already too old and could not complete many special trainings. They only kept me because of my good character."
"Of course, they also provide enough resources... No matter how poor we are, the Golden Seeds will not go hungry. But as you can see today, I am more than just this identity. What I want is not as simple as 'having enough food'. I am also doing some research at the same time."
“Biology?” Hitzfeld asked.
"More or less... I'm very interested in biology."
"And so does Mr. Bricher, if I guess correctly."
"…Why do you think so?"
"Because you concluded that he did it." Hitzfeld glanced at the cliff. "To be able to do such a thing... Mr. Bricher can't be an ordinary person."
"Almost." Desca curled his lips and said vaguely, "Brichel also likes to study some messed up things, that's it... Although he is older than me, poor, and has no background... Hehe, this old guy!"
“Biology and sociology?”
"Yes..." Deka looked at the girl deeply, and finally couldn't help but asked: "How did you know?"
"Because sociology was not your previous research interest." Hitzfeld answered without hesitation, "It is not very popular. Your interest and involvement in this subject only emerged after you returned to Wayne. I must suspect that you were influenced by someone outside."
"…What else do you know?"
"I also know that Mr. Bricher was recommended to the Order by you because of that encounter. However, due to your age and lack of resources, you were unable to conduct the Gold Trial in Wayne and were forced to come here, to this beach."
"They have always warned me not to deal with high-ranking agents of the Security Bureau." Deka opened his mouth, "...Now I think they are right."
"Go on, sir." Hitzfeld folded his fingers, nodded, and looked at him. "Go on with Mr. Bricher's story."
"…He is a lunatic."
Returning to the topic, the old knight's face suddenly became gloomy as he remembered something.
"He was born in a commoner family, and his personality is simple and honest, but he is full of curiosity about everything. If I hadn't introduced him to the cult as a candidate seed, he might have lived a peaceful and happy life, but some things...some things you know, once you do them, it means you can't undo them. Through the channels here, he learned a lot of things that he had never seen or dared to imagine in the past. From then on, he became a little neurotic - his thoughts began to change."
"Equality theory?"
"It's more extreme than that." Deka shook his head, "Much more extreme... He once asked me in casual conversation if it was possible to overthrow Sarah's rule by force and then create another one of our own."
Then he is indeed too stupid.
Hitzfeld's mouth twitched.
In Sarah's case, it would be most reasonable to maintain the rule of the royal family and the religious order.
Productivity cannot be improved and the threat of gray fog is looming. What can you achieve by any further turmoil?
It will only increase casualties.
