"I am Roland Sissel. I was born in 1403 in a little-known garrison knight family in the north of the Sevastro region. Roland, or the Knights of Roland, was what people called him before the generous king and senate bestowed the title on him.
mine.
"There are no commendable products there, and it is not difficult for people to live. When they are lucky, the elves in the north will hire local people to serve them, clearing swamps and dredging rivers; if the year is bad, farmers will
Sell your children to the elves in exchange for winter bread.
"The locals retain their belief in the God of the Wilderness, sacrificing goats to the ancient gods, drinking sheep blood, and dancing around bonfires. It seems to have been this way for thousands of years. The endless sea of grass reaches to the end of the horizon; the blue sky,
It's vaster and boundless than you imagine. This is true for most of the counties in Sebasto.
“This is my hometown, the place that carries the memories of my life.
"If I don't have another memory and hometown."
On December 28, 1444, before starting a full day of bond-raising roadshow work, Roland wrote this paragraph in the draft of his autobiography.
His first appearance stemmed from a crisis in the Elf Kingdom. The fifteen-year-old young knight wore his father's armor, equipped with the sword and iron shield also left by his father, and met his childhood sweetheart nun friend and the lost dwarf.
The partners embark on an adventure with the half-hearted vampire.
In the ruins of Tulan Swamp, Roland met the heroine of his legendary story - the ranger Tidwexi. This proud elf lady originally wanted to tease the young knight who was fascinated by her beauty, but for some unknown reason
His personality and even worldview were changed by him.
Roland saved the world, at least in that crisis, and at least temporarily expelled the devil who sounded the horn of destruction. He seems to have a special talent that can accurately foresee the lingering threats before the crisis breaks out. The poet
, biographers and playwrights attribute this to rare talent and unquestionable divine providence.
Roland seems to have known his position very well from the beginning, that is, to be a nationalless freedom knight, always standing among the people who have suffered most from the war to help them expel evil and achieve peace as soon as possible. Finally, he irrefutably became the world's
The most famous knight in the world, his adventure is a legend with more ups and downs than the novel.
Leaving a biography for himself is something Roland has wanted to do for many years, but due to various reasons, he cannot and dare not try it.
Nowadays, some hidden worries are not so important. In the draft of this autobiography written in strange pictographic square characters, Roland thought over and over again and finally added the above preface.
"How sloppy and childish~"
Roland looked at the words he had just written and couldn't help but laugh. Since he came to this world, he has been carefully hiding his secrets. His other memory and the purpose of coming here are the cells where he is imprisoned.
Even in his sleep, he must always be careful not to let Tidwigi hear a few secret words of his, nor to let the ruler of this world capture the details of his plan.
Roland knew very well that he was too different. He had been targeted since a long time ago. Under the gaze of the gods, even writing in his own words would be deciphered.
However, things are different now. No matter how slow the enemy is, they should notice that the noose is getting tighter and suffocating. At this time, the game should return to the table.
The elves' financial officers will arrive soon. They are the most important investors in the bonds. Without Canaan's financial support, the construction of Qiming County, the testing and mass production of steam engines, muskets, and artillery are ten years behind the current progress.
For twenty years, it may remain on the plan forever; Verona's war preparations are even more empty talk.
However, Roland had no enthusiasm to greet his main investor. The reason was not because he had ignited his passion for literature and biography, but simply because what was going to happen next was all planned.
"Count Roland, as your friend and ally, we want to know," the elves came to the conference room on time and expressed their concerns frankly, "the funds used for the principal and interest of the Weifu bonds that are about to expire are in
Where? Are you ready? In addition, we once again officially announce to you that neither the Canaan Senate nor the various families will subscribe to the newly issued Weifu coupons."
Well, I know...
The time window for sneaky technology and construction has passed.
With an impeccable smile on his face, Roland told the elves what he had already prepared. He knew very well that he did not reveal any substantive arrangements regarding bond redemption, and there was no way to eliminate investors' concerns.
.
Because Weifu Voucher has never considered large amounts to be redeemed on maturity.
After leaving his own adventure and returning to his hometown territory, Roland put the ideas and stories of the legendary warriors into the drawer of his desk and began to devote all his energy to the construction and research and development of the territory.
The poet and playwright said that Knight Roland's unique talent of predicting the future is not a rumor. He can really predict the future to a certain extent. Although it is not accurate, it is more practical than the astrologers favored by the prophecy goddess Iluvash.
significance.
"I am Roland Sissel, and my true identity is a resident of another civilized world a long time ago. After the destruction of my world, I came here through some means, and tried to reverse your destiny on the eve of the destruction of this world."
Roland comforted the elf financial officer who was about to go crazy as if he was endorsing him sincerely, while thinking to himself silently. If anyone here could read minds, they would definitely be shocked by his thoughts——
"Gentlemen and ladies, your world is coming to an end. The breath of the end of the virtual world signed a contract with your ancestors, giving you endless magic power for thousands of years. Spellcasters, time is up. For thousands of years
You have always benefited from the unlimited power given by the Breath of the End. You know that you will eventually pay a price, but you think that this price is something you can bear, or that you can find some way to escape.
"Spellcasters, you can't afford it, and you can't hide from it.
"The price you are about to pay is everything. The once prosperous civilization faces only nothingness, and everything will be swallowed up by the end and taken away by the virtual realm.
"The survivors are only those who foresaw the coming of the end and took the initiative to exile themselves from the blessings of magic. Before the breath of the end completely wakes up, locks your coordinates, and the barriers that tear apart the plane begin to appear in the starry sky, we
You must be expelled and exiled. This is the only way to save this world."
The Elf Finance Officer didn't know what Roland was thinking, but felt his carelessness and became even more angry. However, Roland didn't think it mattered. He waited for the end of the meeting according to procedures and etiquette.
"Psychic life forms, the 'Ancient Ones' from the stars. A long time ago, your civilization was swallowed by the breath of the end. The escapees destroyed our fleet and civilization, and rebuilt their colonies on the ruins and bodies of humans. In a long time
In the coexistence and evolution of the world, your consciousness and existence gradually merged with humans, rebuilt a world ruled by psychic life forms, and then used gods and beliefs to rule ordinary people who could not integrate psychic energy.
"You are robbers, liars, and prey.
"When you cannot withstand the temptation of magic and seek the favor of the Last Breath again, you will know that He will follow your greed. I will drive you out before everything becomes too late!"
Roland, who had been putting on a show, shone brightly in his eyes. The majesty and momentum of the dragon slayer, the guardian of the world, captured the elves for a moment. The latter felt strange, but Roland's powerful aura seemed to be some kind of guarantee——
No matter how bad the situation is, it will get better as long as Roland takes action.
So, the elves left with uneasiness and helplessness.
Was my timing too late? Roland watched the elves leave, thinking quickly before the next batch of guests arrived.
It has been a long time since the casters received the favor from the Breath of the End. Even if they stopped immediately, they might not be able to completely avoid being devoured by him. However, the problem is that the power of the casters is too powerful. They are the most powerful among the ancients.
The bold and most ferocious group, if not for the integration with humans, assimilation gradually wears away their vigilance and memory, and resistance would be almost impossible.
In Roland's last memory, human civilization with Star Destroyers and rail guns was defeated by the mysterious psychic offensive of the Ancients. The resistance was a joke from beginning to end.
However, this does not mean that humans today have no chance.
Yes, the opportunity is now.
Psychic life forms need to enslave a large number of non-psionic life forms to provide services for themselves. Moreover, there are too few ancient ones who have escaped the hunting of the Breath of the End, less than 500, which is simply not enough to maintain the reproduction of the population.
Roland looked out the window. The great nobles and wizards from Beyeland were having fun in the brightly lit town. This world looked very similar to the post-Renaissance era of mankind. The ancestors of the ancients had already exhausted their lives.
The offspring adapted to the human body, and after thousands of years of reproduction, the extraordinary beings who spread their wings did not even know that there were elements of humans and ancient beings in their blood.
Integrating with humans, exploiting ordinary people in human form, and establishing a human psychic society is the cheapest and safest colonial national policy. Judging from the experience of the past thousands of years, it is very effective.
Only in this way can we fight against the ancient ones whose bloodline has been thinned. Those extraordinary people who know the breath of the end and the dangers of magic are our allies, and the nobles and businessmen who benefit from my steam engines and factories are also ours.
Allies, this war is not a war between humans and the ancients, nor a war between the oppressed and the oppressors, but a war between the intelligent races of the world and the spellcasters.
"Our strategy has always been very clear, which is to have more friends and fewer enemies."
Roland stood up and stretched out his hands to the next two guests. He thought silently in his heart:
"What if we fail?
"That's not important. Any plan has the possibility of failure. I am not the only one who resisted the old era. Take me for example. When the plan was first made, a comrade first came to this world to determine the target era and became a
The inhabitants of Canaan; and I, based on his clues, moved the coordinates forward and came to this world earlier.
"Yes, I have retained my memory. I am engaged in industrial and organizational construction in the fantasy world. It is impossible not to be targeted.
"Therefore, we have a third comrade. He will integrate into this world more completely."
Roland's tense cheeks relaxed and he greeted his friends with a cheerful face:
"Good evening, my friends, I have been waiting for you for a long time.