18. End of the Expedition (4)
"Adolescent rebellious kids......"
Li Lin pressed his eyebrows, his fingers turned over a page, and he caught a glimpse of the lifelike portrait of chocolate eggplant on the page, and Brunhill and Freya shivered in unison.
The Archon's culinary talents, Albion's dark cuisine, what a wonderful chemical reaction would occur when the two were combined, their stomachs twisted together just by thinking about it. The thought that Roland had to eat all kinds of dark dishes for three meals a week left them with nothing but sympathy.
"Really, who is it that always insists on such boring things inexplicably?"
After choosing the "chocolate curry crocodile fried rice", he closed the recipe and set it aside, and the wry smile of the parents' helplessness against the rebellious child slowly leaked out of his lips.
"Your Excellency, I don't quite understand. β
Freya shook her head, although her figure was not plump, the elf girl who had a strong childish spirit had a cute feeling in her gestures, even if she was asking questions at the moment, she couldn't help but think of a curious kitten.
I heard her whisper:
"Why agree with Roland to make his own claim?"
This is also Brunhill's question, she vaguely guessed part of the answer, but it has yet to be confirmed, and at the moment she is also waiting for Li Lin's answer.
"It's very simple, the more you don't let the rebellious children do anything, the more desperately they will do what you forbid, this is the rebellious mentality. Blindly relying on suppression will only raise a bad tempered donkey. Of course, we can't let it go too far, because that will also cause tragedy at some point. β
For example, being a high-ranking officer in the military. Because of his busy affairs, he neglected to discipline his children, and finally gave the shining son the story of eating peanuts with his own hands.
"Excessive indulgence and discipline are not good things, so simply let him see the real situation on the front line by himself in a controllable state, let him personally feel the gap between ideals and reality, and think for himself, which is good for his growth. β
Idealists all have a common problem β detachment from reality.
Ideals may be noble, beautiful, and attractive to human beings, but compared to reality, there is nothing to speak of in the human mind.
For people who are dying of starvation. Propaganda for the relief of the weak and a handful of rice. It is clear which is more important than the other, and for the soldiers who are fighting on the battlefield, the sages who preach fraternity by quoting scriptures are only a noisy target.
Reality is a filthy and vivid existence, and it is difficult for a lofty ideal to shake this weight, but only to be crushed and swallowed up.
"Also. Since the royal family sent their daughters to the front line to comfort the soldiers. Anyway, we're still Charlemagne's nationals right now. You have to say something. Besides, Roland is still the fiancΓ© of Her Royal Highness, and it is really not good to let women go to the front and men to nest in the safe rear. β
It's still a clichΓ© ritual.
The royal family sacrificed the royal daughter in order to show the sincerity of the compromise. The consortium must also make a corresponding return, otherwise the agreement cannot be established.
"It is in our interest to keep the princess safe and secure her the title of 'Holy Nun', and it is a good thing for both parties to have Roland in charge of these things, and to have political capital by the way. β
In other words, it's a win-win. β
Brunhill nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly curled to reveal the meaning of "guessed".
"That's right, I'm a little sorry for Roland, but it's an established matter, not to mention-"
After taking a sip of black tea, Li Lin said calmly:
"What he said wasn't entirely unreasonable. β
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The breathing of the two female elves returned to normal after a brief disturbance.
Fundamentally, Roland's statement, while a bit anachronistic, is not entirely wrong.
The ultimate goal of the elven camp to transform the world is to "build a world dominated by elves", not "a world with only elves", which is not based on humanitarianism and well-intentioned thinking, but based on the goal of reality.
With the exception of the most reactionary, fanatical radicals who spend their days clamoring for an "Endloesung" and "Humans and Orcs cannot multiply faster than our bullet production line", the vast majority of elves, including conservatives, are not interested in such fantasies.
No one expects to be able to look at what fanatics call a "blue and pure world", much less that such a world can be achieved by force alone, and the so-called "world only with elves" is nothing more than an unrealistic fantasy.
Not to mention, just north of Charlemagne, which is under the de facto domination of Alfheim, the number of humans far exceeds that of elves, and it is an enemy of all other intelligent races in the whole territory of Wilt? This is far beyond Alfheim's current strength, even if it is not possible in another 100 years, not to mention that humans and orcs are still an important labor force.
It is not surprising that the elves who have entered a moderately prosperous society as a whole prefer a more realistic "elf-led system" than bloody fantasies. After all, they knew better than anyone how long the clearance operation was, and the investment required to capture Charlemagne's entire territory was enough to consume all the maneuverable forces in Alfheim's hands. What's more, there is more than one human country, and those foreign powers that see the opportunity will definitely support the resistance movement of their own race, provide money, weapons, and training, and Charlemagne will provide fanatical patriots and extremist religious elements to constantly wreak havoc in the occupied areas, and in the end, in a few years, Alfheim will be finished.
This is not speculation, and it is not difficult to deduce this conclusion that Alfheim has a wealth of experience in this kind of matter that other countries cannot match.
Therefore, the elven camp must find a way to dominate beyond force to minimize the hostility of humanity to the alien regime in the future.
"We have succeeded in doing this in Agen Toraton, but Agen Torathon is just a small piece of land compared to the whole world. β
Brunhill and Freya nodded together, they were smart girls who had understood what Li Lin wanted to say.
In the long term, it is necessary to consider the means of coexistence with other intelligent species. However, due to the opposing positions, it is doubtful whether the olive branch thrown by the elves will be accepted. For the same reason, elves are also unable to fully grasp the human mind and find a path that can be accepted.
But what if humans take the initiative to do this?
Knowing the ideas of both sides, and being able to genuinely consider coexistence and find a way to reconcile β if such a person exists, can he be allowed to act as a pathfinder?
If this assumption is heard by outsiders, it may only be ridiculed. In this wisdom species is highly opposed. In a world where there is no other relationship with each other except for vendettas, exploitation, and betrayal, is it possible that there are such indiscriminate good people who are so extinct that they can no longer be extinct?
However, such a person does exist zΓ i. and is troubled by his ideals and stomach -
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stared blankly at the dining table. Roland didn't have an appetite at all.
There weren't any weird or spooky dishes on the table. On the contrary, the table is full of hearty and delicious food.
Today's dinner is a crown collar dish consisting of roast goose. Fresh asparagus, Teliszalami (salami) sparkling in the light with a tempting bacon red, Gundel.palacsinta (jam tart) topped with cream and sugar, and a large pot of Gulyas.a.la.Szekely is churning, the crown's most famous dish uses rich ingredients including veal, sausages, sour cream, potatoes, Cabbage and peppers, with a layer of paprika and pepper floating in the pot, simmered like a fire. The crystal glass is filled with golden Palinka, an aperitif distilled with apricots that releases a subtle honey flavor.
Each dish is enough to whet people's appetites, but Roland has no appetite, staring blankly at the food in a daze, as if all he has in front of him is luncheon meat and margarine.
Ahh
An incomparably solemn sigh spread in the air, and the strong smell of the dishes was blown away without a trace.
"You've got enough!"
Venia picked up the spoon and flew over, and after the "murder weapon" collided with her forehead, she fell to the ground with the young man with a whirlpool in her eyes.
"Wouldn't it?
Stunned to look at Roland who had fallen to the floor, it took two or three seconds for the girls to remember what to do, but by the time they got up, Roland had already gotten up from the ground.
"You look terrible. β
Gloria sighed and asked with concern:
"What happened?"
"Nothing, just a little distracted. β
Looking at the sumptuous meal, Roland sighed again, and for a moment he thought it would be better to talk about it, but soon the idea was rejected.
Even the mention of a certain word will probably make everyone at the table unable to eat anything for the whole day, and it is better to hold it than to become like that.
However, some people don't think it's a good thing to hold back.
"Nothing. β
The spider sprinkled salt on the bread and calmly interjected:
"It's just that I have to eat the president's 'fatherly' and 'warm' dishes for three meals a day within a week. β
Valrhona and Gloria's faces turned pale for a moment, then green, as if they had seen something disgusting.
For example, an anglerfish floating on a dark and viscous mysterious liquid, with its eyes purring and pink bows tied to its tentacles, and the gramophone on the side is still singing "Anglerfish Dance" in a very cute female voice......
Almost immediately, two ladies who had an unfortunate experience in Albion erupted.
"Where is there love in that kind of thing, isn't it full of malicious murderous dishes?!"
"Even if you have to deal with that thing, you have to be careful, if you just dump it in the farmland, the land may be left without grass for decades, and if it falls in the alley, it will also endanger other people, and it will cause hundreds of people to get sick and even die......"
"I don't understand, that guy hasn't been killed by his own food until now. β
"Of course, when have you ever seen a puffer fish poisoned by your own poison?"
The two girls beat their chests and shouted, looking at the look of righteous indignation, Venia tilted her neck and asked curiously:
"That...... Is Li Lin's cooking such a dangerous thing?"
It is a weapon of mass destruction that exterminates humanity, and an international convention should be made. It is strictly forbidden for Li Lin to go into the kitchen, and the world is in danger!"
The two young girls who had experienced the "murderous cuisine" replied loudly, looking at their sacred solemnity and deep hatred, Venia was frightened and shrunk in fright.
International conventions on weapons of mass destruction? This is an exaggeration. In Vinia's impression, even if it is a highly poisonous dish, it is the limit to be able to poison a table of people, so that the farmland will not grow, and hundreds of people will be sick or even die?
"It depends on how you look at it. β
The spider's tone was still unwavering, and the salt shaker in her hand could no longer sprinkle a grain of salt flowers, so she took another bottle of pepper and continued to sprinkle. The bread in front of him was completely covered with white crystals.
"Imagine that. What would happen if the president made hundreds of dishes and were on the front lines of the fighting? In an instant, the fish in the water flipped to the surface, the birds fell, and the crowd and animals vomited. Seven holes on one side bled into the street. Plants quickly wither and die. The people in the battle left the battlefield as quickly as possible. Dare not approach for decades. If the two sides are still at war, they will pour more food into the cities of both sides, and within a few days the countries will be strewn with corpses and people will be miserable. Otherwise, if the president's 'dish of love' is attracted and innocent citizens are killed, won't it make their conscience uneasy because of this? It can be seen that the president's cooking is a sharp weapon to ensure peace, and everyone should end the war as soon as possible, otherwise everyone will have to die together when the food is served. β
Everyone looked at each other, and it seemed like the same thing, but relying on dark cuisine to maintain world peace or something, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be a little discordant......
"Speaking ......"
Gloria looked at the bread in front of the spider, which had been completely buried with pepper and salt, and asked in a slightly trembling tone:
"Are you sure you want to put that many?"
"A lot? I think it's too light. β
Spit out a sigh of disappointment, and the Spider, a member of the determined heavy salty party, under the gaze of the eyes that almost fell out of the surroundings, put the slices of bread wrapped in a thick layer of salt and pepper into his mouth without changing his face, and chewed calmly.
"Sure enough, it's still a bit light. β
Swallowing the bread, the spider shook his head.
"Isn't there a guy with a normal tongue in this company?"
After a while, Venia twisted her face to say everyone's feelings - since the super taste idiot Li Lin, V.E Company, which is full of all kinds of sweet parties, salty parties and other hardcore taste lovers, does not have a normal tongue.
"Speaking of which, what are you asking of your guardian?, ah, don't put on a 'how do you know' face, you're not a suicide volunteer, you must have an intention to accept such a request, just like in Rundinum's day. β
In the face of Valrhona's reasoning, Roland smiled wryly.
The dragon princess was not wrong at all. Roland is not a "pleasure through pain", nor is he a suicide volunteer who is so desperate that he must end his suicide in the most painful way in the world. will accept harsh conditions, it must be his own demands, and there is no room for bargaining for Li Lin's requirements.
Roland didn't think there was a mistake in the choice of words, although Li Lin gave three choices, but pushed them to the girls who lived with him...... Let's not talk about whether he will be beaten to the point of a comminuted fracture all over his body, and he will not be able to take care of himself for several months, I am afraid that he will have problems even breeding offspring; if he overthrows Minerva, it is unlikely that he will encounter any resistance, but Roland, a good boy with normal three views, is resolutely resistant to this one-sided, to put it bluntly, rape, and if he is really forced to do so, he may commit suicide.
As a result, he was only able to enjoy a week's worth of murderous cooking.
"A week...... Even if it's a stomach bag made of alloy, there's no rotten scum left. β
Except for Venia, the ladies showed expressions of understanding together. Just one bite can make people feel like they are on the verge of death, and it is certainly not good to eat this kind of thing for three meals a week. What's more, today's dinner is a full-flavoured crown collar dish, and after trying that strong taste shock, the impact will be even stronger when you taste the dark dishes.
Perhaps, it is to achieve this effect that the chef here is specially instructed to prepare sumptuous dishes to achieve the effect of the "Last Supper".
The proof is that-
"Before I left the office, the guy was looking at the Albion recipe and asking the food department if there were any raw enough ingredients like 'Monolithic Crocodile', 'Kraken', 'Skura'......"
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Even Venia was speechless.
What kind of spirit is it that "even if it's a god, I'll make it for you to eat", it's so strong that it is unbearable in terms of fatherly love.
"Okay...... Since you have promised to suffer such a sin, you have also made a request that makes it quite difficult for him, right?"
It goes without saying that the last time I was in Albion, one of the important pieces of information was just an anglerfish, but this time it was actually a full set of dark dishes for three meals a day for a week, or was it an improvement on the basis of Albion's cuisine...... Roland's demands must have been quite high.
Roland nodded, it was impossible to hide it in front of Valrhona, sorted out his thoughts, and he told what had happened, except for the part that was inconvenient to say, there was almost no omission.
"You're such a weirdo who likes to make trouble for yourself, and I wonder if you have any special hobbies. β
After listening to the whole process, Valrhona only sighed.
But.
(Sure enough, he's not like any other human.) οΌ
It's not just that he grew up in an elf city, so he has different values, and it's not just that he has a gentle personality.
Roland Dalke β he is not just a gentle personality, but a very rooted part of him that has a sense of purpose and determination.
It was this part that piqued Valrhona's curiosity and made her can't help but want to see how far this teenager could go.
Reining her interest, Valrhona asked with a difficult expression:
"Now that you've decided, what are you going to do next?"
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At the same time, the Dauphin was listening to a similar report, and when he heard that Roland had decided to go with Her Royal Highness, Prince Louis's lips twisted.
"My sister Wang really met a good man. β
said words of praise, but the tone showed undisguised disdain.
In the next second, disdain was replaced by a hideous and domineering sneer, and the voice full of ambition let out a low roar.
"Inform the crown leader's side, act according to the plan, and ask them to move neatly! If anyone dares to resist, they don't need to report it one by one, just behead it!"
"Yes!"
The man who delivered the order disappeared into the darkness, the crown prince's body trembling, and an inexplicable voice leaked from his lips and teeth.
"Hehehehehehe...... Hehehehehe......"
The trembling was not due to fear. (To be continued......)