LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 463 Tryndamere: Ashe, I'm Sorry

Another month passed unknowingly.

It was another evening, the cafeteria in the Industrial Zone of Miyin City.

Tryndamere dined with the Iceborn warriors after get off work, as usual.

But compared to a month ago, there are far fewer iceborn warriors following him now.

From a tribe of nearly 100 people at the beginning, to a small circle of more than a dozen people, and now, there are only a few core members who are always united by his side.

"Is there anything wrong?" Tryndamere asked routinely seeing that there were a few fewer people today.

"Yes. There is a new movie theater opened in Mithril City, and they are all rushing to see something new." The iceborn soldiers replied calmly.

"Oh." Tryndamere nodded.

He sat down naturally: "It just so happens that there is no training tonight. After dinner, let's go to the cinema too."

"Okay." The Iceborn warriors also nodded naturally.

It seemed that they and Tryndamere had become ordinary fellow workers, rather than warriors and leaders of the tribe.

It was just over a month, and life on the ice sheet seemed to be a long time ago.They are used to the peaceful life of [-] to [-] and the nights with electric lights.

The days seem to go on so peacefully and beautifully forever.

but.
"Tryndamere." An iceborn suddenly hesitated and looked up at him: "I have received a spell message from my hometown."

The air stagnates suddenly.Including Tryndamere, the expressions of everyone present became subtle.

Tryndamere didn't even feel like eating.

He put down the drumstick and looked at the iceborn with complicated emotions.

The iceborn mage was originally a tribal shaman of Avarosa and Ashe's confidant.

But now, the shaman was wearing a proper blue overalls. Not only was he wearing a delicate mechanical watch on his wrist, but he also had a beautiful gold-embroidered pen on his chest.

He doesn't look like an icefield shaman at all.

And his absolute loyalty to Ashe Warmother, also
"Tryndamere, it's time for us to make a choice." The shaman's tone was subtle: "The news that Mithral City is infinitely accepting immigrants has gradually spread on the ice sheet."

"The loyalty of the tribes to Avarosa is shaking rapidly, and everyone is yearning for the legendary warm and humid southern land. If this continues, the Avarosa Alliance will soon collapse."

"So Ashe Warmother wants us to give her a reply as soon as possible—to fight or not to fight?"

These are the two options Ashe gave, but
The Iceborn warriors looked at each other in silence, and then all at Tryndamere.

Everyone knows that they actually have a third option.It's just that the few people here are all loyal followers of the Avarosa tribe and Ashe, so it is difficult for them to make that decision.

Then they all said, "Tryndamere, we obey you."

"I" Tryndamere's voice was difficult.

Why doesn't he know what everyone wants.

But Ash is his sibling after all.How could he betray her?

"Let's procrastinate." In the end, Tryndamere could only reply helplessly: "Just say... that the food in Mihril City is already very tight, and these Germans will not be able to consume it sooner or later."

In the past month, he and these ice-born warriors have been tacitly using this reason to prevaricate Ashe.

His wife "phoned" and asked him what he did on business trips, and he said that he had been carefully lurking to spy on the military situation.

Until now
"We can't drag it on any longer." The Iceborn looked at each other, and their eyes became firm.

They said to Tryndamere: "If it drags on, the Avarosa Alliance may be dragged down."

The shaman added silently, "It's true, Tryndamere. The situation back home is worse than we imagined."

"In order to curb the wave of defections from various tribes, Ashe Warmother is already preparing for war."

"The warriors of the tribe are heading south, and they can reach the border in half a month at most. They are all waiting for our news, should they fight or not?"

This is no longer asking for their opinion.

The Avarosa Alliance has been pushed into a desperate situation. It may suffer losses if it starts a war, but it will definitely collapse and disintegrate if it does not start a war.

And the time for this war will only be as soon as possible.One day at night, I don't know how many tribes will defect with their families.

So Ashe is actually asking them, are they ready to lead the way for the army?
"." Tryndamere remained silent.

"Tryndamere, please give the order." Everyone was looking at him eagerly.

"But." Tryndamere clenched his fists tightly.

Everyone understands his entanglement.As the queen's confidantes who had once been favored by Ai Xie, they also had the same concerns.

"But we are doing this for the good of Avarosa." There was no guilt in their eyes: "Tryndamere, we have been taking cultural and ideological lessons here for a month."

"Haven't you already seen that only the leaders can save the Freljord?"

yes.Tryndamere bowed his head.

After a month of study and understanding, he now understands that the Freljord cannot rely on its own strength to get rid of the resource predicament and enter the beautiful life of industrialization.

It must rely on external forces, and this external force can only be the leader.

Because the leaders are a group of people who are noble, selfless, and have faith, and who have escaped vulgar interests.

They will not use their own technological barriers to raise the price of talents and equipment like those profit-seeking entrepreneurs, and use extremely high industrialization costs and a series of unequal trade terms to drain the blood of backward areas little by little. .

Leaders will only see the Freljord as their own, as brothers in need of help.

They can hold down the "invisible hand" and send a lot of talents and equipment to the Freljord with low-cost subsidies or even free assistance.

In this way, the Freljord can complete the primitive accumulation of industrial seed benzene with the lowest cost and the smallest price.

"This is a great opportunity that has never been seen in thousands of years." The Iceborn said excitedly.

There are tens of billions of subsidies to Jia Duoduo, and there will only be such a return in 1 years.

It can be said that it is a once-in-a-lifetime good luck for a small backward country to meet the rise of a leader at this time.

"We can't miss it, Tryndamere." The iceborn looked more and more dangerously at Tryndamere.

"Isn't the ideal of Ashe Warmother to bring harmony and peace to the Freljord?"

"We are turning to the leader now, and we are also helping her fulfill her wish."

The iceborn warriors convinced themselves so.

Tryndamere actually agrees with this statement, and he also believes that the development of the Freljord needs the support of leaders.

but
"And Ashe?" Tryndamere asked himself in his mind.

Ashe is the war mother of Avarosa and the queen of the Icelanders. She is not someone's vassal.

Based on his understanding of Ashe, she would never be willing to become someone else's vassal.

If the leader comes, what about Ashe?
"No, no!" Tryndamere realized one thing:
The arrival of the leader may be a good thing for the Freljord, but for Ashe, who is the ruler, it may not be so.

This question is too difficult.It is difficult for him to choose.

"Don't hesitate, Tryndamere." But the eyes of the Iceborn were ready to move: "Didn't you see? We are the only ones who are still sitting here."

"If this continues, even if we don't surrender, others will report us sooner or later."

"." Tryndamere also knew the seriousness of the problem.But he still couldn't make a choice.

Ashe was his sibling.The yearning for a better life is not enough to make him betray Ashe.

He also needs something more pure to support him in doing so.

Maybe that's... Faith?

"Janna." Tryndamere took out the copy of "Janna's Thoughts Brief" that he had turned out of the rough edges from his arms.

After a month of study, he has already understood the content of this book.

He has already fulfilled the prerequisites for becoming a leader.

Therefore, he decided to let Goddess Janna help him make this decision: "Goddess Janna, if I am already your believer, then please lower your divine power and show the thread of my faith."

Tryndamere prayed so earnestly in his heart, however.
The thread of faith did not appear.

"I don't belong to Janna yet, I still belong to Ashe." Tryndamere breathed a sigh of relief.

But he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He clearly understands Janna's theory and agrees that the leader is a good person who can save the ice field, so why doesn't he have the belief of the leader?
"Tryndamere!" After a long time, a familiar call interrupted his thinking, and forced the Iceborn warriors to put away their scorching gazes encouraging surrender.

It's Lux.

She ate in this workers' canteen every day, and it was here that she often met Tryndamere.

After all, Tryndamere could pile up a hill of bread on the table every time, and it was difficult for her not to see it.

"Are you reading?" Lux saw the "Summary of Janna's Thoughts" in Tryndamere's hand, and also noticed his expression of concentration just now.

So she immediately sat down like an enthusiastic teacher, and sat down familiarly: "You have questions? Do you want me to answer for you?"

"Um..." Tryndamere hesitated for a while.

He is indeed thinking about a big question, the big question of whether he will venture or not.

"Yes." So he hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Miss Laxana, I don't quite understand why I don't have faith yet. I have clearly understood this book and recognized you leaders. "

"Haha." Lux laughed when she heard that.

Although she is young, she is still an old cadre now.

Faced with this kind of problem, she has long experienced: "Because you haven't really believed it yet."

"It's useless to just understand the theory, you have to believe it from the bottom of your heart;"

"It's useless to just recognize the leader, you have to treat us as comrades, not as good people who do good deeds."

"This..." Tryndamere Mossey suddenly understood.

yes.His current recognition of the leader is more out of his gratitude and support to a group of great saviors.

He didn't really believe in Janna's theory, and he didn't have the ideal of the leader of the world.

"Think about it carefully, what doubts do you have about Janna's theory and our ideals?" Lacus asked persuasively.

Tryndamere thought about it seriously this time.

Then he raised his head: "I still can't seem to understand why Janna Lord is a historical necessity."

"After all, everything we enjoy now, this modern life...isn't it all brought about by Zi Benz?"

"It's still very active, so why must it perish?"

"This..." Lacus frowned slightly.She knew what the problem was.

Li Wei has long written in the article that it is better to go to the factory in old Zaan to experience the "direct education of Zi Benzene" after taking a hundred ideological education courses.

But the problem now is that after the forced improvement of the leader, the seed benzene has been changed to be too "gentle".

Because the industrialization of Demacia still requires primitive accumulation, and it needs to retain enough profits for expanded reproduction, the treatment Lux gave to the workers of Miyin City is actually not high.

But they are leaders after all.

No matter how much Miraz suffers from everyone first, it cannot be as miserable as the 19th century old London-style flesh factory in old Zaun.

And this kind of treatment that can guarantee bread and fast-growing chicken every day, without the life-threatening treatment like the old Zaun, is already a life like heaven for the Freljord people who are used to suffering.

They only feel the goodness of industrialization and the goodness of Zizhuan, but how can they truly appreciate the despair experienced by the workers in the old Zaun in the documentary?

Therefore, from Tryndamere's point of view, Zibenism seems not so bad, while Datong society is too far away.

"Miss Laxana." He only heard him ask: "What is the purpose of what is going on in Secret Silver City?"

"This." Lux hesitated.

But she finally answered bluntly: "Reformism under Janna's leadership."

"Then." Tryndamere was even more confused: "Since the improved seed benzene can make us live a better life, why is it doomed to perish?"

"As long as it keeps improving like you, won't it always be alive?"

"Because no matter how much the benzene system is improved, the distribution method based on capital cannot be changed." Lux replied without hesitation: "It will definitely lead to a serious polarization between the rich and the poor, and create a vast proletariat—— Its own gravedigger."

This is basic common sense for leaders, but it is difficult for beginners to understand.

That was the case with Tryndamere.

He asked: "Isn't everyone in Secret Silver City living a good life? Even if ordinary people are not so rich, they still have bread and milk every day. How could they become the gravediggers of Ziben's master?"

Isn't this a very successful improvement?How is it going to die?
"Oh." Lacus sighed helplessly: "I should really send you to the countryside to farm, so that you can get to know this world well."

"Huh?" Tryndamere was slightly taken aback.

At this time, Lacus asked him: "Have you ever thought about who the farm tools produced in our factory are sold to?"

"Other noble landowners?" he tried to answer.

"Where does the landlord's money come from?"

"From the peasants."

"Then those Demacian farmers who poured their blood and sweat into buying our products and brought us huge profits, so that we can eat bread and drink milk every day. Will their lives be as good as yours?"

"You think the reform is quite successful now, what about them? Do they think so?"

"." Tryndamere was at a loss for words.

"Haven't you realized?" Lux solemnly reminded her every word: "You can have a job in a factory now, but you are already standing in the middle and upper class of social division of labor."

"You think the improved seed benzene is good because you are the beneficiary of the current society."

"You're actually a Piltover-"

"The distribution method of Ziben masters according to the distribution of capital is doomed. For every 'Picheng people' like you who live a peaceful life, there are at least ten 'Zuan people' in places you can't see. You move forward silently."

"Can you understand, Tryndamere?"

Lux questioned, causing Tryndamere to fall into deep thought again.

But after thinking for a while, he still raised his head in doubt: "I understand that there are still many people suffering in this world."

"But at the same time, our technology is also improving, industrialization is advancing, and productivity is also improving"

Iron smelting in blast furnaces, fast-growing chickens, electric lights, and movies. These things really shook Tryndamere.

It is technology that has changed everything and brought him a better life.

So he can't help but think that the improvement of productivity alone can make people's lives better and better.

And when everyone lives well, they will not pursue change.

If no one pursues change, Lord Ziben will not die, and Lord Janna will not come.

"Yes, productivity has increased. Compared with the past, life will definitely become 'relatively' better." Lux put an accent on the word "relatively".

"But compared to the Freljord, life in Old Zaun is good. Do you think they'll be content?"

Tryndamere and other icelanders who were used to hardships thought that a person would be satisfied if he had enough to eat, and he would be satisfied with the status quo.

But the truth is, this gratification lasts at most one generation.

The previous generation felt that life was better now than before.

But for the next generation, their current life is the worst bad day they know.

After all, there are layers of human needs—from physical (food and clothing), to safety (job security), to social needs (friendship), to esteem and self-actualization.

In a benzene-dominated society with improved productivity, the poor may be able to eat and drink, have basic security, and be able to meet their personal social needs.

But respect and self-realization are something they will never get.

Because in the society dominated by benzene, they are the poor, the inferior people in front of the rich, and they are labor machines alienated by benzene.

They also have dreams and ideals, but they will never be free, and they can only grow old slowly in the day-to-day labor.

"So, is it enough to just have enough food? The unfair distribution of the seeds and benzene will definitely make most people become 'Zuan people' in the long run. Looking at Piltover across the canal, they How can we not pursue change?"

"This" Tryndamere was speechless.

But he was not convinced by it.

But he thought about it again: "Perhaps...the productivity is not high enough?"

"I saw Zaun's steam robots and automated factories in the documentary. If one day, robots can replace human labor, then those poor people will not have to do such tiring work!"

If it is said that the poor are forced to do repetitive work for their livelihood, they will suffer, and they will think about overthrowing the subjugation system every day.

Then even if the production relationship is not changed, as long as the productivity is raised enough——

Let machines completely replace human labor, and then let Ziben's family use highly developed productivity to "captive" the poor, so that they don't have to work or starve to death, and they can lie down honestly. Is it all right?
"No." Lux replied firmly.

"why?"

"Because when the productivity increases to the point you mentioned, the seed benzene industry has actually disappeared."

"Huh?" Tryndamere was stunned.

I just heard Lacus explain: "Without production and consumption, there will be no market for benzene, and there will be no benzene owner."

"When robots can completely replace producers, and when seed companies eliminate ordinary people because they don't need labor, what they completely eliminate is actually the vast number of consumers who maintain the existence of seed masters."

"Without consumption, there would be no benzene market. The benzene industry would no longer exist, and the world would degenerate into a feudal society."

"The former Ziben family will become a feudal lord occupying massive resources and protected by a large group of mechanical slaves—just like the alchemy baron of Zaun."

The Alchemy Baron of Zaan is actually a later upgraded version of the Ziben family.

They hold extremely concentrated social wealth and become close to the existence of "end-producers".They replaced the political power with giant corporations, expanded the company into a "kingdom", and turned almost everyone in Zaun into poor ghosts unable to consume, and became slaves of this "kingdom of giant corporations".

If the whole world becomes like this in the future, with completely feudalized alchemy barons everywhere, can this still be called Ziben Lord?

of course not.

No matter what it is, when the productivity develops to the point where ordinary people can't participate in production and consumption, the seed benzene has disappeared.

"And of course people will not be willing to be raised by a group of mechanical lords as livestock, and become a 'useless population' that is not as good as slaves. They will only seek change."

"And those so-called mechanical lords are naturally impossible to extinguish the flames of anger of hundreds of millions of rebels."

"Janna's winds of change will wipe them out. In the end, the world will go to Janna's master."

"This..." Tryndamere bowed his head in thought.

He tried to patch up his thoughts: "What if we raise the standard of 'captive breeding'? Let those poor people have money to spend, eat and drink well, and do what they want, okay?"

Let the robot work to earn money and act as a producer; then send a lot of money to humans to act as a consumer;
In this way, does the seed benzene master need not perish?
"This..." Lux had a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Tryndamere was puzzled.

"Didn't you realize that the 'high standard captivity' you mentioned is actually redistribution according to needs?"

When all people in the world are not forced to work, they can receive the necessities of life that can satisfy everyone.

Of course, this is not a society of distribution according to work, nor a society of distribution according to capital, but a society of distribution according to needs.

And since distribution according to needs has been realized all over the world, is this still the main thing?
Then, Lux asked her soul again: "Tryndamere, have you found—"

"You are being forced to improve continuously by the endogenous contradictions of Zi Ben's master, and the more you change, the closer you are to Janna's master?"

"Um..." Tryndamere was stunned for a moment.

Yes
Before he knew it, Zi Benz had been changed into this form by him, which was infinitely close to the Datong society that the leader said.

While chatting, he felt that Zi Benz, who was full of vitality, had been lost by him.

"Because if Datong is not realized, the endogenous contradictions of Zibenism will never be resolved, and there will always be people who suffer from oppression and inequality, and there will always be people who yearn for change and the appearance of Goddess Janna."

"So, Janna's Lordship is an inevitability of history, and the future is destined to belong to us. Do you understand, Tryndamere?"

"I" Tryndamere swallowed.

Do I understand?he asked himself deeply.

Then, he lowered his head and tried to spread his hands.

A bright and shiny line was pulled out like this.

"." Tryndamere was stunned for a long time.

"Hey!" He finally let out a long sigh: "Ash, I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)