LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 459 "Large Construction Machinery"

Magical creations are difficult to replicate, but mortal creations of wisdom can.

Since castles and blast furnaces are essentially the creations of mortal craftsmen.

It is not difficult to imagine that the Demacians will build this steel city called "Industrial Zone" in every part of the Demacian Kingdom in the future like building a castle.

There will be countless such towering and majestic iron-making blast furnaces standing on this vast land.

Demacia will become a true "furnace country".There will be inexhaustible rivers of molten iron all over their territory, making the price of iron unimaginably cheap.

This emerging industry will create a large number of jobs, and these jobs, which represent a better life, will continue to attract the Freljord people to go south like the tempting wheat bread.

Tryndamere couldn't think of how to stop such an enemy.

Because his enemy is not human at all, but the torrent of history, the tide of the times, and the storm of change.

"." Tryndamere stood there in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Lux noticed his strangeness.

"I..." He suddenly came back to his senses.

Facing Lax's purely concerned gaze, Tryndamere hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking tentatively: "Miss Laxana, this industrial area is just like the legendary Ornn's furnace village."

"I've never seen so much iron and so much iron can be used. Will all Freljord people be able to come here to be blacksmiths?"

Of course Tryndamere knew that it was impossible for Demacia to have all the millions of Freljords on the ice plains working as blacksmiths.

Market demand is always limited.No matter how large the emerging steel industry was, it was unlikely that it would require millions of blacksmiths.

What's more, the Demacians themselves need work.

He guessed that Demacia is only actively recruiting the Freljord's stoves now because of the shortage of professional talents.In the future, Demacia will definitely give priority to training its own people to be blacksmiths, rather than endlessly recruiting Freljord immigrants.

That's why Tryndamere pretended to be stupid on purpose, trying to get a rough figure from Lux to see how much manpower the Demacians planned to absorb from the Freljord in the future.

He wanted to know how many ice tribes Demacia could poach, how strong this round of impact would be, and whether Ashe and her Avarosa Alliance could resist it.

"Is it true that all Freljord people will have the opportunity to come here to be blacksmiths in the future?" Faced with Tryndamere's question, Lux did not answer directly.

She just looked at the "silly big man" in front of her thoughtfully, and asked a little curiously, "Tryndamere, why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

"Hmm..." Tydam Milton was a little nervous.

He also thought that this seemingly immature but shrewd and capable noble girl had already discovered something strange in herself.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain: "Miss, I... I just think... life here is very good."

"So I've been thinking, if all Freljord people can come to Demacia to work and live a life of bread every day."

"This" Lux's eyes lit up when she heard it.

She suddenly looked over unexpectedly and full of admiration, and even the original look of looking at the rice bucket was completely gone.

"Tryndamere, it's really good of you to think so." Lux said in a very relieved tone.

In the eyes of the Freljord, there are almost no concepts of countries and nations, only tribes.They have always been indifferent to people outside the tribe, and regard them as potential opponents, even prey.

But it is not enough for Tryndamere to live a good life. He also hopes that all Freljord compatriots besides his own tribe can live such a good life.

This level of thinking is already quite advanced for an icelander.

"I look forward to your next progress." Lurk praised Tryndamere without hesitation.

Then she replied, "No, of course we can't make all the Freljord blacksmiths."

"Now our machine factory has insufficient production capacity, so we need craftsmen to help digest the steel production capacity. When the next batch of machine factories aided by Zaun are built, we won't need so many blacksmiths."

"Oh?" Tryndamere was overjoyed when he heard that.

Machine shop, what is that?he does not know.

But he could vaguely hear that this seemed to be something that could replace a large number of blacksmiths.

Just like the ironmaking blast furnace, a small handmade furnace that can replace thousands of blacksmiths.

Doesn't that mean that these Freljord households who moved to Mithril City will collectively lose their jobs sooner or later?

Will the immigration gate of Demacia be closed to the Freljord sooner or later?
This is not good news for most of the Iceborne people.But for the Avarosa Alliance, it is good news.

Tryndamere was thinking so
"But don't worry." Lux said sincerely, "Even if the second batch of machinery factories are built in the future, you won't lose your jobs."

"We will find a way to give you enough cultural knowledge and vocational skills training during this period, and strive to train everyone into industrial workers who can adapt to mechanized production."

"Although it is a bit difficult to be a skilled worker, I think you can still be competent for some simple operators who do not require high knowledge reserves."

"And it's not just your people. The rest of the Freljord as well."

"The door of Demacia will always be open to the ice field, and they are welcome to work and live here."

As she spoke, Lux showed a smile as warm as the sun.

But Tryndamere couldn't laugh.

No need for blacksmiths in the future, and continue to recruit Freljord people?
Still working hard to help these "barbarians" learn culture, find jobs, and help them adapt to civilized life?

"Why?" Tryndamere asked through gritted teeth, "Miss Laxanna, why are you so kind to the Iceborne?"

Which iceland tribe can resist this series of Huffer policies?

This is simply killing their Avarosa Alliance!
In order to deal with Ashe, are the Demacians really so extravagant that they even burn their money as paper?
"Because this is our ideal." Lux answered seriously.

"Huh?" Tryndamere looked bewildered.

"You may not understand now." Lux knew that these Freljord people, who had never even seen the feudal society, could not understand the theory of Lord Janna now.

So she tried to put it in terms that everyone could understand: "In short, Tryndamere:"

"Just like you hope that all Freljord people can live a good life with bread every day, what I hope is that everyone in the world can live such a good life without worrying about food and drink, even, it is better than this better life."

"There is no distinction between countries and races. Unity is the unity of the world."

"What?" Tryndamere thought she was crazy.

He thought it was something a madman could say.

Ke Lacus has clear eyes and a firm expression, and her youthful face is overflowing with ideal brilliance, she is as pure and holy as a goddess under the sunshine.

Not only Tryndamere was speechless.The ice-born warriors present were also fascinated.

They had an inexplicable feeling that what this girl said was serious.

"But, but how is this possible." Tryndamere couldn't understand: "How can it be possible for everyone in the world to live such a good life regardless of nationality or race?"

"Why is it impossible?" I just heard Lux ​​say, "Just like what you have seen these days: Isn't everything we are doing now just working hard for it?"

"The fast-growing chicken produced by alchemy technology can make meat affordable for more people."

"Blast furnace iron produced by alchemy technology can make iron affordable for more people."

"Farmers have more useful iron farm tools, have strength to eat meat, have agricultural machinery, chemical fertilizers, water conservancy facilities, scientific and technological breeding, and can improve labor efficiency and land production, and produce more food."

"If it's just about making bread available to everyone, we're going to get there pretty quickly."

Tryndamere was dazed by Lux's description of a bright future.

But he still couldn't understand: "Why? Even if there will be enough food for everyone to eat one day, why would you kindly help us Freljord people who have nothing to do with you to fill their stomachs?"

"Because the liberation of productivity, in the final analysis, is to liberate people." Lux replied.

"?" Tryndamere was even more confused.

"Haha." Lux didn't rush to answer.She smiled heartily and said, "This is my ideal, and it will also be your ideal."

"You'll understand later—someone will explain all this to you in the culture class at the workers' evening school."

Tryndamere was still at a loss.

But Lux didn't intend to continue explaining.

These Icelanders with backward civilizations don’t even know what the Zodiac Lord is now, so they naturally cannot understand the endogenous defects of the Zibian Lord, nor can they understand why people desire the Ganna Lord, why the Ganna Lord is Inevitability of historical development.

Now that it's explained, they don't understand it either.

Even if they could barely understand her, they would only regard her as the kind of fairy goddess in legend, not a Janna-lord warrior.

"These things, you will understand later."

As she spoke, Lacus lightly waved her staff and flew into the sky lightly: "Your work place is almost here, and I still have business to do, so I won't send you off."

"Tryndamere, if you really want to know the answer, you should work hard and study hard."

Lux gave her last serious instruction, and flew away.

Only Tryndamere and the others were left with a dazed look on their faces, driving to the factory ahead in a truck.

"This..." Tryndamere's eyes were full of bewilderment.

What exactly is Lux's ideal?Let everyone in the world live a good life?

This desire, although absurd, does not seem to be difficult to understand.

So what is the specific content of her beliefs, and why does she have to go to class to understand?
Also, is Demacia's generous acceptance of the Freljord people really for the so-called ideal?
"Tryndamere." The Iceborne soldiers all looked at him with concern: "That girl seems to be serious."

"You said... can these Germans really allow all the Freljord people to live the kind of good life she said?"

"If they can." Everyone hesitated to speak.

Although the Iceborn warriors didn't dare to speak clearly, the light in their eyes showed that their hearts were moved.

No way, the bread is really delicious.

If the Demacians can really fulfill their promise, so that they can eat bread forever, and even let everyone in the Avarosa Alliance live such a good life, then
Why not do it?

Don't fight against the Demacians either.Just let Ashe take the big guy and come to Demacia to eat bread together.

"No!" Tyndame woke up suddenly.

He suddenly understood everything.

"It's a lie to make everyone live a better life!" Tryndamere said through gritted teeth.

"Demacia is not like our tribe. Everyone is united and selfless."

"Their nobles are a bunch of selfish ghosts, a bunch of vampires who value their own interests the most! Then why do they spend so much resources to help the Icefield people, just for the unrealistic ideal of a little girl?"

"Oh, I think the ideal she mentioned is just a technique used to disintegrate the resistance of the Iceborne people!"

Tryndamere didn't believe in Lux, let alone the bright future she described.

"As long as the food production increases, can everyone, including the Freljord people, be fed?"

"Ridiculous! Wasn't Demacia's food short in the past? No, not a little bit! Didn't any of their nobles' granaries be so full that they couldn't finish it in a few lifetimes?"

"But even so, there are still many Demacians who can't eat?"

Thinking of this, Tryndamere suddenly woke up from that beautiful dream.

"These German nobles even treat their own people as slaves, and they don't even want to leave them a morsel of extra food."

"How can you trust them to treat the Freljord people sincerely and bring us a better life?"

"Wake up!" Tryndamere said excitedly to everyone, "There is no kind savior in the world!"

"The prey can only be caught by oneself. Don't you understand this truth?"

"This..." the Iceborne soldiers also woke up immediately.

yes!Why do they believe that a group of selfish and greedy foreigners will bring them a better life?
The Germans are not their long-lost relatives.What are you trying to do to help them so kindly?
The so-called ideal?

No, how could there be such a noble saint in the world.

Even if there is, it is impossible to have a group of such saints.

Even if there is a group of such saints, their number is unlikely to be large enough to control a kingdom.

This does not match their perception of the real world.

"This must be a conspiracy by the Demacians!"

"The reason they are so good to the Iceborne is entirely because there is an Avarosa Alliance on the Icefield."

"When our alliance is shattered, our power disintegrates, and we are no longer able to pose any threat to Demacia——by then, will Demacia still treat us so well?"

Tryndamere also comprehended the value theory of the united front without a teacher.

In his opinion, the reason Demacia treats immigrants so favorably now is because they still have united front value.

And the reason why they have united front value is entirely because of the existence of the huge threat of the Avarosa Alliance.

Once there are enough tribes attached to the Ice Plains, making the Avarosa Alliance no longer exist, the Germans will definitely tear off their hypocritical masks, and use their cruel methods of treating their own serfs to double oppress and exploit those Ice Plains that have been reduced to a mess people.

"These Demacians are really bad!" Tryndamere said with lingering fear.

Material attraction, thought penetration, while looking at the resistance power that disintegrated the Iceborne people, while making up a set of high-sounding rhetoric, making you believe that they are the savior.

This combination boxing is really terrible.

Tryndamere can understand all this, but can those people in the ice field who only want to eat bread?
No.The land of the ice field is too barren, and the life of the people of the ice field is too hard.

Even if someone understands it, few people will refuse the bread that can be obtained immediately.

"Then what should we do?" The Iceborne soldiers looked over worriedly.

"No way." Tryndamere sighed long.

Ashe's original plan to use the wave of immigrants to kill Germans is now unfeasible.

"We can only go to war." He thought for a while and said, "I will send a message back now to persuade Ashe to lead the army south as soon as possible."

"Huh?" The Iceborn warriors were slightly stunned: "Are you really going to fight?"

"But Ashe Warmother means, let's try to avoid it"

"It can't be avoided. The sugar-coated shells of these Demacians are too powerful, and we can't even consume them."

"The only thing we have any advantage over the Durbonds now is our axes," Tryndamere was about to say.

suddenly
"Boom—" There was a sound of shaking the mountains in the distance.

Everyone looked around in puzzlement, only to see a stone giant with a white body and two wings on its back, slowly walking out of the valley outside Miril City.

It is about tens of meters high, like a moving mountain.

And Lux, who had left them earlier, was now flying far away beside the white giant.

"What is this?!" Seeing Lux suddenly launching a Gundam from the mountain, the hearts of the Iceborn warriors sank.

"Don't, don't be nervous." Tryndamere forced himself to be calm.

He pointed to the giant and said, "Look, its body is made of stone. It looks like a man-made product."

"I guess. It's probably similar to a truck. It's a construction machine made by Demacian craftsmen."

"It's just a large construction machine, it shouldn't have any fighting power." Tryndamere was saying that.

Then he heard Lux ​​say to the giant through his extraordinary ears, "Galio, thank you."

"Without you, our industrial zone would not have been built so quickly."

"You're welcome, little blond man," replied the giant in a low voice.

It just spoke softly, and the sound waves resounded in all directions.

"There is only the last mountain left, and this road line can be completely opened up." Galio pointed to the hill in front of him and asked, "Little blond man, are you going to split the mountain or just flatten it? "

"Let's level it directly." Lux said: "Mithral City will have to expand in the future, the more flat land the better."

"Okay." Galio nodded.

Then, accompanied by a powerful and suffocating wave of magic: "Justice Punch!"

Galio slammed forward with all his strength, and the hill fell halfway down like a soft cake.

"War Wind!" Then he spread his wings, setting off a mighty storm of magic.

The tens of thousands of hectares of soil that collapsed were blown up by the strong wind, and were cleared to a distance in one fell swoop like a piece of paper.

Tryndamere: "."

Iceborne Warrior: "."

There was a subtle silence.

"Don't, don't be afraid." Tryndamere swallowed: "Ashe has Avarosa's power inheritance, we are not weaker than it."

That is to say, but.
"Tryndamere." The iceborn warriors suggested hesitantly: "How about we eat and observe for a few days before going to war?"

"Didn't that girl still say she would teach us? Just see what she wants to teach."

"." Tryndamere thought for a moment.
"Ah."

(End of this chapter)