Chapter 53

Get upset! Trembling, loli!

ps: This chapter is angry and morally...

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Caesar looked around at the dark crowd below. As the largest church in the country, the main hall here can accommodate tens of thousands of people. The seats are not yet full, but there are more than 10,000 listeners. The barbarian even saw many students from the Rose Cross Academy who were dressed the same as him. The expressions of the knights were shocked and wonderful. It seemed that they had recognized Caesar's lewd beast.

Is it famous? A cold light flashed in Caesar's eyes, and obviously he counted this discomfort on Xun's head again.

"Don't be nervous... Don't be nervous..." Russell smiled beside him, and his kind teasing echoed in the church. The special echo design of the hall can make the voice of the people on the altar of the bishop echo every corner of the hall. "Just just like the first love is immature and troubled, but it is always full of sweet memories. Standing here for the first time will always make people feel excited, but it will definitely become a beautiful memory afterwards."

There were kind laughter from below, and people seemed to regard Caesar as an honest and unspeakable student of the Knights Academy - I am the Thunder King! There have been more people killed than you have eaten! Caesar looked at Russell next to him, thinking in his heart that if he preached the war consciousness in the North or spread some of the philosophies of the chest star, would this kind-hearted old paladin throw away the friendly and friendly relationship between the Temple of War and the Pope Hall and bombard him directly onto the dome?

Probably... no, Caesar hesitated for a moment, then coughed twice: "As we all know, the chest part is..."

Before Caesar said the taboo word, Bishop Russell coughed just right, cleverly covering Caesar's speech. To others, Caesar said nothing at all. This meticulous manipulation technique fully reflects the fearlessness of the eighth-level strongman. Even if Caesar recites "On the Importance of **" on the altar with the dragon roar fighting technique, the Archbishop can suppress it.

"Your Majesty, you're saying something useful." Russell's voice was condensed into a bunch of powerful forces and sent into Caesar's ears, "Although I know that young people have an unusual fanatical love for women's bodies..."

"Am I like this?" Although Caesar does not have the exquisite manipulation power of compressing sound, his current power can already control the resonance of sound, causing the air in Russell's ear to shake out what he wants to say, which is also very confidential. "** is not only a symbol of women, but also a pursuit, a life attitude, which truly exists in our lives..."

"Okay... Your Majesty, if you can show half of your energy to pursue **, you won't be able to tell the content of the class clearly. It's so strange. Is the tutorials in our college so boring?" Russell said with a regretful look, "I have to say, Your Majesty's class results and performance are really regrettable... Now isn't the time to talk about this..."

"So why did you call me up? I want to say something but you won't let me say it." Caesar shrugged innocently at the old man, "You know, our men in the north are honest people who speak less and do not speak well."

Go to your cat's unkind words, go to your cat's honest man, do your mouth cannon skills and ghost-like attributes fall from the sky? Russell's face was embarrassed and once again experienced Caesar's shamelessness. Fortunately, Russell lived for so long and saw many shameless people and things. Caesar's unconformity was a little worse than the contemporary pope, so the old man shook his head calmly: "Say something, this is a rare experience. Your Majesty the Heavenly King, share your thoughts and soul with everyone. It is not only the children below, but we will also benefit from it."

"...My thoughts? Will a man who grew up in the North look at the problem from the perspective of orcs and savages? "Caesar was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "I'm not going to fight here."

"There is a first time in everything, how can you know if you don't try it?" Russell said lightly, "Will the barbarians and orcs live in the north forever, living in the incomprehension and hostility of the southerners? Is this what Your Majesty means?"

Caesar's sneer froze, and he sighed almost silently. Whether it is the barbarians or the Amazons, they are all members of humans, and they all identify with each other as part of the same race. Only the orcs in the North are still considered aliens and aliens by the mainstream of humans. Although no one knows what happened back then, the orcs are still rejected and hostile... The longer he travels on the mainland, the further he understands the road he wants to go...

"You are right... I am their king. What I want to do is not just protect them from rude abuse and oppression. What I want to give them is not just freedom without shackles. Since they regard me as their king, I will give them a world of respect and recognition." Caesar suddenly laughed, "You convinced me... Principal Russell, after this matter, the king planned to send outstanding young people from the orcs to study in major prestigious schools in the mainland. It is better to start with the Rose Cross."

"With Your Majesty here, the rise of the North is inevitable. This is a consensus among the major holy places. That is of course our honor." Russell raised his hand to Caesar, "Everyone is waiting anxiously. Your Majesty, you can start."

"I get it." Caesar nodded to Russell, so the Archbishop walked down the altar with a smile and sat on the chair prepared on the left. Caesar glanced at the people below and faced various eyes. Caesar smiled slightly, "I am a student of Rose Cross College, similar to the transfer student of communication, I am from the North."

"I was raised by orcs and grew up under the guidance of the barbarians. It was a day I would never forget. In their eyes, I was so different from them, whether it was in their size, hair, or the color of their eyes, but they regarded me as their relatives, and I also regarded them as the most precious existence in my life." Caesar looked at his curious eyes, "I know that in your eyes, the barbarians are better. Your impression of orcs is extremely bad, either the rough slave fighters in the arena, the lowly laborers in the mines, the blood-drinking of raw meat, the barbaric and violent... I am not here to argue today, so I will not talk about the slave group and the slave trade, the tent burned savagely, the eyes of the dead looking at the sky empty, I am not here to complain, because barbarians and orcs always use actions to surpass words."

"Today, Archbishop Russell asked me to stand here and say something. I think my experience in Brittania for a month is far less than the throbbing in my heart at this moment. I just want to talk about my hometown and my lovely people. Although I have met very cute people and experienced many interesting things during my days here, I would rather change the content of this speech with something suitable. If you can change your view of the North, it would be even better."

At first, he was a little nervous, but for some reason, Caesar's heart slowly relaxed because his purpose was clear. It was not something that could be accomplished overnight if orcs were recognized by humans, but he could do things that could be done to pave the way for the upcoming orc students and make their mission easier to complete.

"I am a barbarian. As a guest who comes to Brittania from afar, a month is not enough to give me the time to visit many of the civilizations that Carmelo is proud of. I have never seen the stars at the Greenwich Observatory, nor have I admired the paintings at the National Gallery opposite Trafalgar Square, nor have I listened to the echoes of the wind in the farmlands outside the country. These are the grand scenes that Carmelo is proud of. I believe that after every scenic spot, there are countless stories, and if you have the chance, you may go and see them." Caesar smiled slightly, "The pride of Brittania is not unreasonable. It has a long history and a wise monarch, a developed economy and a superior life. These seem to be all You are the source of your superiority to those of us who live in the bitter and cold lands of the extreme north, but just as you love your country deeply, we also regard our homeland as everything. The orcs may just live a nomadic life chasing water and grass. The orcs do not have developed commerce and majestic cities, but we have always believed that we have the most precious wealth. Every inch of grass, every river, every drop of night dew on the grass at night, every buzzing insect. We are part of the north, and the north is also part of ours. The kapok blooming on the grass is our sister, the red deer, cow and wolf galloping on the grass is our brothers, and we are members of the same family."

"I grew up in the North, and the orcs raised me, just like my mother tribe. The barbarians taught me to grow up, just like my father tribe. Perhaps I have a similar appearance with everyone here, but I have the same soul as them. I am proud of it because they have taught me a lot and let me know what the unbearable weight of life..." Caesar raised his head slightly and told the past a long time ago with nostalgia. "About twelve years old, one of my division commanders once asked me this, the barbarians were locked outside the continent, and the beast tribe fell into boring internal struggle like a piece of sand. Although the combat power of the North is still at the top of the continent, the nations immersed in self-satisfaction and courage will fall behind unconsciously, and eventually, like the races that once appeared on the mainland, drowning in the torrent of history... He asked me if I would like to change this world."

"Yes... Over the years, I have never forgotten everything at that time, my mood and my determination at that time. The North should not be closed to the country. Our children should walk out of the grasslands and mountain cities that have lived for generations and look at the outside world. I dream that the prairie of the North can be a main city of the beast tribe that is comparable to that of Harrogas. I dream that there are kind people from all over the world gathered there, each of them has their own strengths, and they can make their own efforts for this city. They can regard each other as they see each other. For brothers and sisters, no matter what color their eyes are, no matter whether their ears are beast ears or human ears, I dream of countless trade routes across the majestic Griffon Mountains, and elites and commodities from all over the world are constantly flowing back and forth... I dream of people from all over the mainland to listen to the unique sounds of the North, the sing of nighthawks at night, the soft wind flew across the river, breathing the smell of the wind, the original flavor washed in the wind and rain in the day, mixed with the fragrance of green grass…”

"Over the years, many humans have entered our homes. They are a little sincere and friendly and have become our friends, but more people bring not goods and smiles, but swords and shackles."

"I am a barbarian. I don't understand why anyone would turn people who have the same happy family as them into slaves to trade casually. I am a barbarian. I don't understand why anyone would burn the tent as warm as his home to ruins. If there is a kind of hatred that has remained as flaming as the temperature, then I respect the power of revenge. But this kind of act that is more savage than the barbarians living in the bitter and cold land is just for glittering gold coins. They have forgotten the glory and sacrifice of their ancestors ten thousand years ago. How can they still remember the origin and cause of that war?"

"At the age of eight... it was the first time I raised my butcher's knife to a wise life. I killed all the slave hunting groups that had just destroyed a Cat village. From then on, I began to understand that when the enemy raised his sword, the sword in my hand became the only way to talk. We are never afraid of war, and we must make criminals who dare to hurt our tribe pay a thousand times the price." Caesar looked at his hand, "I feel very sorry for those... not innocent people, but I have never regretted it. If the formation of a patrol force and the warnings learned from the past cannot stop the pace of greed, then we have to repay their madness with the most tragic revenge."

"If possible, I wouldn't want to see innocent people hurt, I wouldn't want to see children lose their parents forever, I wouldn't want to see beautiful eyes shed tears and left hatred... No matter what color their eyes are, no matter what shape their ears are, no matter whether they are orcs or humans..." Caesar sighed softly, his life experiences passed through his heart one by one, orcs who died in the hands of slave hunting groups, humans who died in his hands... The sins committed by humans to innocent orcs, he was against the sins of humans against innocent orcs.

The butcher knife swinged by the sinner's family, hatred and killing were intertwined, forming an unsolved mystery, "However... in any case, I want to seek justice for the innocent and let the empty eyes close. Even if the revenge killing cannot save the life of the deceased, the living can only do so much... There are many problems in this world that cannot be solved with swords. This is the truth I learned after leaving the Northland. However, if the unfortunate things continue, then our killing will never stop..."

"But..." Caesar looked at the people who were somewhat disturbed, "As my previous dream said... Killing and hatred should not be a shadow that blinds the soul. If everything is like a beautiful dream, who would like to raise a sword? I just want to be an ordinary herder, a wife who is as hardworking as myself, and spend my whole life building a dream belonging to a family... But today I stand here for more people who have the same dream as me, whether he is an orc, a barbarian, or a human like you..."

"They are happier than me, and I am also working hard for their happiness, because this is my lifelong commitment. I want to change this world, change my tribe, and change my hometown... And today I will take this opportunity to prepare my tribe here for the future... They will come to this strange environment and spend a few years or even more than ten years to learn the civilization, knowledge, spirit and glory of the human race in Middle-earth."

"The orcs will come here with their expectations for the South and their wishes of peace. They have cute ears and furry tails, weepings a little sharper, foxes a little softer, bulls a little louder, rabbit girls may be shy, but they are all children of the prairie, children of Arrit's mother, and like you all, they have a happy family and a happy life. They are like newborn babies, full of curiosity about the world, full of anxiety and excitement about the coming life. If there is anything I ask everyone to do, it is-If you meet an orc with curiosity and anxiety in your eyes on the 12th Street of Carmelo in the future, please show him the way to somewhere as the Brittans used to treat me, or just a polite greeting, and that's all."

"This is what I ask everyone... Please be kind to a nation that has just opened its eyes." Caesar closed his eyes and bowed gently to the audience, neither about anger nor about paranoia. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling filled his heart, and the desire in his heart reached the extreme. The calm sea of ​​soul suddenly became turbulent, and the immersed memories were like waves. The familiar and strange ones appeared one by one in Caesar's heart. A powerful will slowly connect these memories. The golden glow bloomed secretly in the ocean of the soul. The pure soul merged with the north in another perfect resonance.

This powerful consciousness is so pure that it exists in everyone's heart, but it is difficult to awaken it. If you have to explain this power, it is like a spiritual imprint imprinted on the wisdom of the church. It is the will of every generation of guardians to integrate with the north for countless years. It is this will that maintains the standing of the Holy Mountain for hundreds of thousands of years since the time of the Nei Flange. It is this will that opened up the Temple of War God that occupies the Holy Mountain, created the great reputation of the leader of the world, and created the immortal throne of Burkeso. This will is so powerful that it is unstoppable, but Caesar does not have to resist at all, because it has become Caesar's will. At this moment, the new soul and the ancient great will confirm each other and exchange the vow of protection.

...Ancestor Burkeso, why are you like me... full of emotions towards orcs.

Not to mention Caesar was immersed in the sublimation of the sea of ​​souls and the transformation of the spirit, everyone in the audience felt the almost earth-shaking changes that happened to the young man on the stage in an instant. This feeling was not completely strange, and it quickly reminded people of the source of familiarity. The petite and reliable king of knights who pulled out the sword of the king, sitting on the throne of the Buckingham Palace with awesome figure and immortal faith. People seemed to have an illusion that the figures of the two actually overlapped images at this moment.

Perhaps both of them have the same characteristics, such as persistence and confusion, protection and battle, cherishment and loss, dreams and reality... They all gave up the dream in their hearts early for a promise. This kind of persistence that contains a little regret is because they are firmly believing and loving...

"The rumors are self-defeating... It turns out that hearing is false, but seeing is true." The girl sitting upright smiled at her partner next to her, "If such a person is the so-called sex? The breast demon who wants to be transformed, it might as well say that the knights on the mainland are hypocrites who deceive the world and steal names. I don't know who is so bad that he actually spreads such vicious rumors."

This... girl, you may be wrong, because the bastard you see in your eyes is indeed a boobed person.

"Yes... Senior Sister Asuna, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would still be blinded by rumors." The petite little girl fiddled with the corner of her skirt uneasy, "If this is the case... do I need to apologize?"

"Apology... there is no need. I have never heard of Senior Caesar refuting rumors. I believe that with his mind and ambition, I will not care about such unreasonable rumors." The girl named Asuna smiled slightly, "But if you want to express your apology, you might as well do something within your ability. It is always inappropriate to spread bad rumors. If you want to do something, you might as well let more people know what happened today and understand his wishes."

...This, girl, you are wrong again, because the bastard you see in your eyes is still calculating how to deal with the spreader of the rumors.

Bishop Russell still looked smiling, but he could no longer suppress the shock in his heart. As an eighth-level strongman with insight, the instantaneous excitement in Caesar's soul could not escape his awareness. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man standing on the altar with a smile: "The God of War was appointed, bowing his head in the north... The Temple of War found an amazing guy..."

He raised his hand gently, and heavy and clear applause rang out slowly in the church hall.

Perhaps it was the warm atmosphere formed by the rich and indelible holy light in the cathedral, or perhaps it was Caesar's speech that really touched these kind hearts. The barbarian raised his head and echoed with thunderous applause. Even if it was a heart with a heart like iron stone, there was an urge to cry at this moment. Perhaps as many people firmly believe, there would be many things that would not be difficult, but all they lacked was patient communication and the courage to take the first step.

At least among these people, the faces of farmers who are smiling honestly, the faces of nobles who are smiling gracefully, and the faces of students who are smiling warmly, even if they leave this church filled with warm holy light, even if they do not nourish and soothe the holy light, their mood will slowly fade, and they will remember the touch of this moment in a corner of their hearts. The echoes of a young man who does not show his sharpness but are strong will remain in their hearts forever.

It was so good... Caesar smiled gently. He saw Russell's meaningful smile, the surprised and relieved smiles of the students of the Rose Cross, and Lola did not hide his surprised and respectful smile at all. Also, the awesome posture that the girl who stood at the end of the church could not hide even the cloak could not be concealed, and a stunning smile on her lips.

Artoria...
Chapter completed!