With those words, the proud platoon leader, for the sake of his own child, finally nodded, carefully wrapped up the piece of honeycomb and put it into the small pocket of his overcoat.
Jon looked at his younger brother, and as an older brother, he was very happy, for his brother had indeed changed recently. Before that, his brother resembled an evil spirit bent on vengeance, unconcerned with ideology or thought.
Jon was the sa, but after eting Sir Malin and genuinely understanding his interpretation of ideology, Jon realized that change was indeed necessary, and both the magnitude and direction of that change needed to be adjusted.
Jon sat down at the table, a right that belonged to him, and began to eat breakfast—the black bread was still sowhat hard, but compared to the past few days it was a delicacy, as Jon had even had to use spells to expel pebbles and sand from his stomach.
This made him understand and agree more with what Sir Malin had said—it was impossible to rely on the conscience of the big business owners. So workers could even be corrupted by the petty benefits given by these owners, becoming adversaries of their fellow workers, conspiring with them to hike the price of flour; to produce sand, stones, and sawdust mixed into black bread; they beco loudspeakers and spies for the business owners and Nobles, undermining the workers’ efforts from within.
Just for the sake of ten extra bucks, so people can sell their soul.
But after Sir Malin arrived, everything changed.
Sotis, Jon even wondered if it was because of Sir Malin’s arrival that everything changed.
But he soon realized that the re arrival of Sir Malin didn’t have any variable; it was his every word and action that gradually changed everything.
This was originally contrary to ideology since ideology advocates collectivism. However, Sir Malin, being Legendary, possessed sothing more powerful than the collective itself; that’s why his every word and action spread at such a rapid pace.
Comrade Eric always says that Sir Malin will one day beco the true Savior. The forr Jon didn’t believe it was true because ideology states that there are no saviors in this world, but Sir Malin gave a whole new Chapter to this explanation—that legends are also Mortals, and when Mortals co together, they make up the world; Mortals are the true saviors of the world.
We are Mortals, and legends are rely Mortals with the greatest strength. As legends, they can protect the world; as craftsn, they can craft weapons to arm the world, as ntors, they can arm minds with knowledge; there is no happiness without effort in this world, and everyone has their place to exert their strength, even criminals have mines where they can put their strength to use.
We must unite all who can be united, as long as they share our beliefs, as long as they have not committed evil acts, only in this way can we greatly promote our ideology.
This explanation is very uplifting. Jon had been lost and had even veered off course but after listening to Sir Malin’s words, whether it was the eleven of them or the core mbers who heard his speech, all understood a lot more.
For this reason, Jon decided to go among the soldiers—in this era, even on the battlefield, a lieutenant colonel like him could have a very decent way of life. Jon tried hard to give up all that and converted it into benefits for the soldiers, originally thinking that his brother Link would find it difficult to understand, but now it seems his brother is doing very well indeed.
"Mr. Jon, will you be teaching today?" a soldier, representing the rest, stood up and asked.
"Of course, today I will tell you a story that Sir Malin shared with us." Jon said.
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Malin handed over the interrogation of Stein Mansionheim to the arriving interrogation team of the Church of Justice. Originally, the interrogation team was prepared to torture, but Malin chose a different approach—he made a large bowl of noodles topped with fried golden eggs, large chunks of braised beef, and various spices.
This bowl of noodles now sat in front of the fallen version of Stein Mansionheim; as long as he confessed everything thoroughly, the bowl of noodles would be his to eat.
If the Church of Justice detected any lies from him, the big bowl of noodles would be eaten by soone else right in front of him.
The interrogation team from the Church of Justice gave a very high evaluation after confirming Malin’s thod, stating that almost no Chaotic Believer could resist such a technique.
Therefore, Malin entrusted the following work to the mbers of the interrogation team and then ca out to inspect the frontline.
The first inspection site was the front line; although Chaos had been temporarily repelled, facing the current situation where Chaos was rampant throughout the southern region of Copenhagen, Malin still arranged for Patrol Teams and duty squads at the front line. At any sign of the enemy, an alert would be raised, and then it would be determined whether to mobilize based on the number of the incoming Chaos—usually, a few hundred attacking Chaos could be taken care of by the Patrol Team and duty squads alone.
The soldiers were delighted by Malin’s arrival. Malin confird that their breakfast today was indeed what he had prepared for them the night before and only then did he smile and ntally note a rit for the logistics newcors—if anything had been missing, Malin could have had them strung up on the very front of the defenses.
After making a round at the front, Malin confird the morale of the soldiers and confidently left the frontline to the duty colonel to handle, then he went to check on the rear transportation trenches for the wounded.
Most of the wounded were recovering well. Malin handed over the diluted World Tree Sapling potion to the young people of the Benevolent Church, who were seasoned in this aspect. Without needing any instructions from Malin, they were able to control the dosage. Malin randomly inspected twenty of the wounded and found that most of their wounds had begun to close and they showed low tolerance to the Healing Spell.
"So soldiers might be able to rejoin the battle as early as tomorrow, Your Excellency, what are your thoughts?" The person in charge of the Benevolent Church said to Malin.
"Confird unwounded soldiers may return to their squad," Malin said, and at the sa ti, he noticed a bit of commotion in the area for the wounded, looking over there.
"Those are the wounded from the Svenson Brigade. Just now, one of their lieutenants said that the Svenson brothers had prepared so roasted at for the wounded. Although the Church always says that the wounded shouldn’t eat too greasy, these soldiers are from a hard background, and I think it’s good for them to have so at," the person in charge of the Benevolent Church explained.
"Alright, I know," Malin did not say much else.
After following the person in charge and touring the wounded area, receiving nurous greetings from the soldiers, Malin left the wounded area.
The two young n from the Svenson family did well. Although they only sent at to their own wounded, Malin understood that they probably ate the sa as the soldiers today—the supply at the front was too scarce. In such a cold defense line, Malin strived to ensure everyone could eat well, but ultimately could only ensure everyone was fed.
To many frontline commanders, this was already a remarkable progress.
Especially the black bread without sand, stones, or sawdust, in the eyes of many older commanders, this was a huge step forward, even amounting to the benevolence of the Legendary Lord. Many frontline commanders expressed their respect and gratitude to Malin—so things are understood by everyone and are beyond their power to resolve. Only soone like Lord Malin can solve all these with such an uncompromising approach.
Anyone else might have been dead by nightfall.
But Lord Malin was completely different; he not only lived well but also hadn’t had any troublemakers coming after him.
Malin also knew what those frontline commanders were thinking. To be honest, Malin also felt that this place indeed needed soone like him, otherwise where would the military-use wheat flour that didn’t even bother changing the packaging bags co from? It was all the higher-ranking officers scrambling for their own interests.
So, in helping these soldiers, besides hoping that they could hold out and defeat Chaos to prevent the southern region from invasion, Malin wished even more for these soldiers to have a better life.
Helping each other for mutual benefit, it seems to resonate with such a principle.
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