On the 15th of the cold moon, the city of Cecil began to be filled with the atmosphere after victory.

For ordinary citizens, the complex entanglements of interest between countries are too profound and knowledge involving gods is too far away. Many people cannot understand the many truths behind this war, but a war ends with victory are always worthy of celebration. Although the official armistice announcement has not been released, and the negotiations between Tifon and Cecil have not even begun, many good news has begun to spread in big cities with convenient communications. In this last month of winter, these good news are like the upcoming moon of recovery.

Near Imperial College, a tall young man with short silver hair was walking quickly across the street.

The snow left on the road a few days ago has been cleaned up. Dirty snow piles surrounded by the street trees on both sides of the road, preparing to turn into new supplies for trees when the weather gets warmer. Several children in thick winter clothes are running around among the snow piles, not caring whether they will get dirty clothes and play snowball fights with the dirty snow. Citizens on vacation are lazily walking by. Some people stand at the door and discuss with their neighbors various news circulating in the city recently - mostly about the war on the border.

Ordinary people always have a one-sided understanding of war. Even though they may have experienced a displaced life, they cannot accurately describe the battle between Tifon and Cecil. They use their own understanding to discuss the victory of the empire, the defeat of the enemy, and rumors about the loss of control of the gods and the pollution of the church. These voices came into the ears of the silver-haired young man, who showed some helpless smiles on his face, then accelerated his pace and quickly passed through this not-so-long street.

He came to a clean and tidy street-facing residence, glanced at the door number in front of him, walked up several steps, took out the key and opened the door, and a warm air flow came to his face.

The young man walked into the house. The warmth brought by centralized heating quickly dispelled the chill accumulated all the way. He leaned his head and looked in the direction of the living room. At the same time, he took off his coat and hung it on the hook on the nearby wall. The sound of footsteps quickly came from the stairs. After a moment, a familiar voice sounded: "Hi! Fendil! When I heard the door, I guessed that it was you who came back!"

Fendil Wilder, the silver-haired heir to the north, looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw Elevin Franklin, who had a tired face and a messy hair, walking towards this side, and a smile appeared on his face: "Why do you look like you haven't been sleeping for a year?"

"I am completing the course assigned by the tutor - some calculation and deduction of magic loss in crystals... Hi, it's not something worth bragging about, and it's not comparable to what a 'big hero' who just retreated from the battlefield has experienced," Elivan, with short brown hair and slightly short body, came to Fendiel and glanced at the non-commissioned jacket that the other party had just hung on the wall next to him, with a hint of admiration in his expression, "You have now experienced the battlefield."

"Don't say that," Fendir waved his hand immediately, "I am just a non-commissioned officer student who has not graduated yet. His Majesty has organized us into the second-line battle group. I, other non-commissioned officers and recruits, have been busy most of the time on the supply line between the Johor Fort and the Winter Wolf Castle. Apart from the last nervousness of transporting supplies to the artillery positions on the front line, I have not really been in contact with the battlefield, and I have no military achievements."

Elivin couldn't help but look up and down at the other party: "I didn't expect you to be such a humble person."

Fendir laughed and said casually as he walked towards the living room: "If you have a strict aunt, you will be as humble as me--she sent me a message to the Magic Net when she knew I was going to the front line as an intern officer. To sum up, she only explained one thing: If I dare to replace my achievements or brag about my experience on the battlefield, she would freeze me and hang it on the highest tower in Winter Fort..."

Elivin immediately shrank his neck: "I feel that Ms. Victoria can really do it..."

"Of course she can do it - so we'd better not continue talking about this terrible topic," Fendil sat down on the soft sofa in the living room. The feeling of relaxation of his body and mind made his nerves and muscles that had been tense since he left the front line and he looked at his friend who was walking over, showing his face that he would only show when he asked for help. "Elivin, I need some things for you..."

"Let me help?" Elivan pointed to himself in surprise, "Is it the mathematics and magic courses again? Do you have this kind of course in the second phase of the non-commissioned officer department?"

"Of course not," Fendir waved his hand immediately, "I just need your grammar skills—you know, I'm not good at this."

"Grammar?" Elivan subconsciously frowned when he heard the other party's words, "Fendil, have you seen the girl that makes you moved in the army? But I want to remind you that it is best to kiss things like love letters yourself..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, not this!" Fendir was amused by his friend's overly rich association ability. He waved his hand hard, "It's a serious matter. My superior told me to do it, but I feel a little unaware of it, so I want to ask you for help. Of course, this matter does not involve confidentiality, you can rest assured in this regard."

Elivan hesitated for a moment, but after seeing his friend's serious expression, he nodded: "It depends on the specific help, I reserve the right to refuse."

"It's very simple. Your Majesty instructed some of us who have experienced this war to write something," Fendir said slowly, thinking about the atmosphere of celebration in the city, and the citizens who talked about news on the streets of the city. "About who we fought, why we fought, the consequences of the war, and how the war has to do with people from all walks of life - I know how to say it, but I need you to help me polish the specific content."

Elivan listened carefully to what his friend said, but couldn't help but look curious on his face: "I know what you want me to do, but... why do you do this?"

...

"For the sake of further 'awakening', letting people get rid of ignorance and blindness," said Gowen in the palace of Cecil, and Amber stood beside him as always, and his words were to listen to this curious half-elf. "In fact, we should do this before the war begins--but the change exceeds the plan and there is no time to catch up."

Speaking of this, he looked at Amber who was thinking with a smile and explained seriously: "Let the intellectuals in the military summarize all kinds of common sense about war, sort out the context behind the war, and let the propaganda department conduct a "war analysis" of citizens, telling everyone who we fight with, why we fight, why we win and why peace, in a sense, this is as important as the popularization of knowledge we have been committed to."

"I seem to understand your thoughts," Amber thought seriously, and even her ears drooped a little, but she finally understood Gao Wen's idea, "It's the concept you mentioned before... Country, nation, society - the people must first understand what kind of collective they are in, so that they can establish a sense of identity with this collective and further establish a longer cohesion... Is that what does this mean?"

"This is a big part of the reason," Gao Wen was delighted that Amber really remembered what she usually taught her (although she would also remember a lot of content that she didn't need to remember at all). "We need to build a more progressive and enlightened society, which requires us to have more progressive and enlightened members of society, and in this regard, both Tifon and Cecil are far from enough. People need to know more truths, think more, and be able to distinguish right from wrong, rather than changing society in a daze, and ultimately attribute these changes to heroes, emperors or 'God' - if this happens, many of our efforts will be in vain."

"I understand what you mean, but it's not easy to do," Amber curled his lips, not very optimistic. "There are always a few who can think rationally and distinguish right from wrong. Even if tens of thousands of scholars keep telling everyone the way the world works day and night, millions of people will continue to blindly go on. What's more, they will take things out of context, or misunderstand, or even deliberately distort the content - after all, what you want to teach them now is no longer simple spelling of words and addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, but the subtle structures deep in the country and society."

"Indeed, people who can think rationally and distinguish right from wrong will always be a minority... But even if we can change one percent of people, this will be extremely powerful for the entire society," Gao Wen leaned on the chair, crossed his fingers with his hands, and placed them in a very relaxed posture. "And more importantly, our preaching will give ordinary people some opportunities to think - whether their thinking is profound or shallow, correct or wrong, this kind of thinking itself is the most important.

"We need to let everyone know that everything in this world has rules to follow, from their daily lives to wars between empires, these are all explained, and further natural phenomena and social changes should be understandable. As long as this concept gradually becomes deeper into people's hearts, we can breathe a sigh of relief."

Amber blinked: "Even if a group of stupid people are arguing about stupid questions after reading the newspaper, it is better to let them shout 'God bless' after seeing something that they cannot understand?"

"Your summary... is really good," Gao Wen glanced at Amber in surprise, "I didn't expect such a good summary."

"I have been studying hard, okay?" Amber suddenly inserted his waist proudly. "The messy concepts you usually say are more complicated and difficult to understand. I don't want to be ridiculed by Hetty and Rebecca every time."

Gao Wen looked at the half-elves with a smile. He was already familiar with the other person's personality and knew that if he had a little praise, he would definitely become arrogant. But after all, she really understood her own ideas this time, so it would be no big deal to make this guy feel at ease for a while.

And while Amber was proud, Gao Wen gradually fell into thinking.

He has returned to Cecil City, but the "war" between Tifon and Cecil has not yet been settled. Now the two empires have ceased, and the people of Tifon agreed to the conditions for the armistice negotiations in the Elf Neutral Zone. Rosetta Augustus sent a handwritten letter to recognize the "Community Alliance" plan in his personal capacity, but whether it is the armistice negotiations or the establishment of the "Community Alliance", both of which will take some time.

Rosetta Augustus has returned to Aldernan. In this disaster of fighting with all the country, the Tifeng people paid a huge price. Now Rosetta must find a way to stabilize the crumbling domestic situation. Fortunately, he made preparations in advance and eliminated almost all the opposition in the country with thunder. At the same time, he controlled all the key lifelines in the country with absolute military power. Military powers, including Peidinan Wendel, stood firmly on the side of the royal family. Theoretically, as long as these military powers and nobles remained unwavering, the situation within Tifeng would not deteriorate. As the trade between the two countries resumed and the economy warmed up, everything would be fine.

On the other hand, Gowan and Rosetta also sent "invitation letters" to the countries where they established diplomatic relations, calling on these countries to send representatives to face the changes in the world together.

A war on the border of Tifon-Cecil destroyed the entire plain and shook the whole world. Although no more countries were involved in this disaster, countless eyes were still paying attention to the war and the shocking "crazy god" in the last battle. Gao Wen believes that every country paying attention to this war has its own means, and their rulers should have more or less learned the secret behind this divine disaster - most of them should now be in a complex state of panic and confusion, and now... Tifon and Cecil will officially make the divine disaster public.

However, when it comes to specific publication content... it needs to be carefully considered and handled with caution.

Gao Wen must consider those gods who have not yet been out of control and their churches, and prevent the public information from being too stimulating, so that the gods behind these churches tend to be unstable, and at the same time, they must ensure that the published things have enough information and shock the world, so as to arouse the vigilance of leaders of various countries, make them realize that the gods are not flawless protectors, and make them realize that the gods also have hidden dangers of out of control.

While considering these issues, Gao Wen was also constantly thinking about another thing:

In order to eliminate a crazy god of war, Tifon and Cecil have paid a huge price, but there is far more than one god in this world.

How many times can all mortals pay at such a price?

Not to mention that there are huge hidden dangers behind this head-on elimination - after the lack of the God position, if the subsequent spiritual construction of the masses and ideological guidance does not keep up, if a large number of ordinary people still habitually respect the corresponding gods and are used to attribute things to the gods... Then the fallen god will sooner or later return to the god position, and the huge sacrifices made to eliminate the crazy god will become meaningless.

It was precisely because of this concern that Gao Wen considered further literacy for the whole people and put the work of analyzing wars and clarifying political and economic principles on the agenda, but he knew that doing so was still not enough.

Overall, he was worried about these two things: first, there are a large number of gods in the world. Even if the power of mortals can kill gods once, he may not be able to sweep away all gods; second, he was worried that subsequent spiritual construction would not keep up, and the habitual prayers of the world and the blind awe of unknown things would bring the gods back to the throne.

While thinking, he subconsciously used the fountain pen in his hand to scratch a blank piece of manuscript paper. First, there were a few messy letters, and then several words were scribbled.

Amber happened to recover from her complacent state. When she noticed Gao Wen's movements, she curiously leaned over her head and took a look.

A strange word came into her eyes:

Theocratic Council.
Chapter completed!