Chapter 680: 18. The end of the expedition (4)

"Adolescent rebellious children..."
Li Lin pressed his eyebrows, turned his fingers over a page, and glimpsed the lifelike portrait of chocolate eggplant on the book pages. Brunn Hill and Freya had a cold war.
The destructive cooking skills of the consul, the dark cooking of Albion, what a wonderful chemical reaction will occur when the two are combined, and just thinking, their stomachs will twist together. When I think of Roland's need to eat all kinds of dark dishes for three meals a week, they only have sympathy.
"Really, I always insist on such boring things inexplicably. Who is this like?"
After selecting the "Chocolate Curry Crocodile Fried Rice", closing the recipe and setting it aside, the parents' wry smiles at the rebellious period of children's helplessness slowly leaked out of their lips.
"Your Excellency, I don't quite understand."
Freya shook her head. Although the figure was not full-bodied, the elven girl with the thick childishness had a lovely feeling, even if it was asking questions at this moment, it also reminded me of a curious kitten.
Just heard her whisper:
"Why should I agree with Roland's own claim?"
This is also Brunn Hill's question. She vaguely guessed a part of the answer, but it is still to be confirmed. At this 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 they will desperately do what you forbid. This is rebellious psychology. Blindly repressing will only teach bad donkeys. Of course, we can't Excessive laissez-faire will also cause tragedy at some point."
For example: living in a high-ranking military officer, neglecting his children because of his busy affairs, and finally giving his flashy boozy son the story of his father’s peanuts.
"Excessive indulgence and discipline are not a good thing. Simply let him go to see the real situation on the front line in a controlled state, and let him feel the gap between ideal and reality. Think for yourself, this will have a bearing on his growth. benefit."
Idealists all have a common problem-separation from reality.
Perhaps the ideal is noble, beautiful, and attractive to humans. But compared with reality, there is no weight in what only exists in the human brain.
For people who are going to starve to death. The propaganda and a handful of rice for the relief of the weak are clear at a glance; for the soldiers fighting on the battlefield, the sages who have quoted the philanthropy according to the canon are just a noisy target.
Reality is a filthy and vivid existence. The lofty ideal is difficult to shake this weight, it will only be crushed and engulfed.
"In addition, since the royal family sent their daughters to the frontline to condone the soldiers, how can we say that we are still Charlemagne's nationals. We have to say something. Besides, Roland is also the fiance of Her Royal Highness. The rear is also really unreasonable."
It is still an old-fashioned political ceremony.
In order to show the sincerity of the compromise, the royal family gave the queen girl, and the consortium must also make a corresponding return. Otherwise, the agreement cannot be established.
"Protecting the safety of the Queen's itinerary and ensuring that she gets the title of "Sister Sister"-these are in our interest, and it is a good thing for both parties to let Roland be responsible for these things and also to obtain political capital incidentally."
"In other words. This is a win-win situation."
Brunnhill nodded, and the corner of his mouth slightly bent revealed a "guessed" meaning.
"Exactly, although I am a little sorry for Roland, but this is already a matter of origin, not to mention—"
Sip lipstick tea. Li Lin said quietly:
"What he said is not totally unreasonable."
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"..."
The breath of the two female elves returned to normal after a short disturbance.
Fundamentally, although Roland's statement is a bit outdated, it is not entirely wrong.
The ultimate goal of the elf camp to change the world is to "create a world dominated by elves", not "a world with only elves". This is not based on the results of humanitarian and goodwill thinking, but is based on realistic planning.
In addition to the most reactionary, fanatical radicals all day clamoring "final settlement of humans and orcs (sung)", "humans and orcs cannot reproduce faster than our bullet production line", most conservatives including elves They are not interested in that kind of fantasies.
No one expects to be able to look at the "blue and clean world" of fanatics, let alone to achieve that kind of world by force alone. The so-called "world of only elves" is just an unrealistic illusion.
Not to mention far, just in the northern part of Charlemagne under the actual control of Yalfheim, the number of humans far exceeds the elves, and it is enemies with all other intelligent species in the entire territory of Wilt? This is far beyond the current strength of Alfheim, even if it is not possible in 100 years, not to mention that humans and orcs are still important labor forces.
It is not surprising that the elves who have entered the well-off society as a whole prefer the more realistic
elf-led system
than fantasies. After all, they knew better than anyone how long the fighting was. The investment required for the sweeping operations after occupying the entire territory of Charlemagne was enough to consume all the maneuvering power in Yalfheim. What's more, there is more than one human country. Those foreign forces who look for opportunities will definitely support the resistance movement of the same race, provide money, weapons, and training. Charlemagne provides fanatical patriots and extreme religious elements, and continues to destroy the occupied areas. In the end, within a few years, Yalfheim will be finished.
This is not speculation. Yalfheim has such rich experience that other countries cannot match. It is not difficult to deduce this conclusion.
Therefore, the elf camp must find a way to dominate beyond the use of force to minimize the future hostility of the human race to alien races.
"We have successfully carried out relevant experiments in Agento Raton, but compared with the whole world, Agento Raton is just a small piece of land."
Brunn Hill and Freya nodded together. They are smart girls and already understand what Li Lin wants to say.
From a long-term perspective, we must consider means of coexistence with other intelligent species, but limited by opposing positions, whether the olive branch thrown by the elves can be accepted is a question that is questionable. For the same reason, the elves cannot fully grasp human thoughts and find a way to be accepted.
but. What if humans take the initiative to do this?
Have an understanding of the ideas on both sides, and can truly consider coexistence, and find a way to achieve reconciliation-if such a person exists. Can it be used as a pathfinder?
If this assumption is heard by outsiders, it may only be ridiculed. In a world where there is a high degree of confrontation between intelligent species and there is no other relationship other than vendetta, exploitation, and betrayal, is it possible that there are such good people who have such extinctions to those that cannot be extinct?
However, such a person does indeed exist, and is worrying about his ideals and stomach—
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Looking at the dining table blankly, Roland couldn't lift his appetite at all.
There were no strange and terrifying dishes on the table. On the contrary, the table is full of delicious food.
Today's dinner is a crown-collar dish, including roasted goose and fresh asparagus. The salami () shines tantalizingly in the light of bacon red, and the jam topped with cream and sugar (a) is pleasing to the eye, and a large pot of sekler gulashi (gulyas.a.la.szekely) is taking place Churning, this crown crown's most famous dish uses generously flavored ingredients, including veal, sausage, sour cream, potatoes, cabbage and chili. A layer of red chili powder and pepper powder floated in the pot, and it was simmered like fire. The crystal glass is filled with golden-yellow Parach (), an aperitif distilled with apricots that releases a hint of honey.
Every dish is enough to trigger people's appetite, but Roland has no appetite and stares at the food in a daze. It seemed as if there were lunch meat and margarine in front of me.
what--
The extremely solemn sigh spread out in the air, and the strong smell of the dishes was blown away without a trace.
"You are enough!"
Wei Nia picked up the spoon and flew over. After the collision between the "murder weapon" and the forehead, she fell down to the ground together with the whirlpool-filled teenager.
"No? Really hit?"
It was stunned to watch Roland falling on the floor. After two or three seconds, the girls remembered what to do, but when they got up, Roland had already climbed from the ground.
"You look terrible."
Gloria took a deep breath and asked with concern:
"what's going on?"
"Nothing, just a little distracted."
Looking at the sumptuous meal, Roland sighed again. After a while, he felt that it would be better to say things, but soon the idea was rejected.
Even if only a certain word is mentioned, I am afraid that everyone at the table will not be able to eat anything all day. It is better to hold it than to become that.
But some people don't think it's a good thing to hold back.
"It's nothing."
The spider spreads salt on the bread while calming the socket:
"It's just that within a week, you have to eat meals that are full of ‘father’s love’ and ‘warmth’ from the President’s adults.
Fafna and Gloria's faces turned pale for a moment, then turned green again, as if they saw something disgusting.
For example: a scorpionfish floating on a dark and viscous mysterious liquid, eyes gurgling, pink bows tied to its tentacles, and a gramophone on the side is still singing a very cute female vocalist, "Scorpion Dance"...
Almost immediately, two ladies who had an unfortunate experience in Albion broke out.
"Where is there love for that kind of thing, isn't it a pot of malicious murderous food?!"
"Even if you want to deal with that stuff, you must be cautious. If you fall on the farmland, the land may not be able to grow grass for decades, and it will harm other people in the alleys, and will cause hundreds of people to get sick and even die... "
"I really don't understand. The guy hasn't been killed by his own food."
"That's for sure. When have you seen pufferfish poisoned by your own poison?"
The two girls thumped their chests, screamed loudly, and looking at the look of righteous indignation, Vernia asks curiously, tilting her neck:
"That... is Li Lin's cooking so dangerous?"
"Absolutely! It is an extinct weapon of mass destruction. An international convention should be concluded to prohibit Li Lin from walking into the kitchen and endangering the world!"
The two young girls who had experienced the "killing food" replied aloud, and looking at their dignified and solemn faces, Venia was frightened.
International Convention? Weapons of mass destruction? This is too exaggerated. In Winia's impression, even with the addition of highly toxic food, it is the limit to poison a table. Let the farmland not grow grass, let hundreds of people get sick or even die? This is already above the plague, is there such an exaggerated cuisine in this world?
"It depends on your perspective."
The tone of the spider is still not fluctuating. The salt jar in her hand could not sprinkle a salt flower, so she took another bottle of pepper and continued to sprinkle it. The bread in front of him was completely covered with white crystals.
"Imagine if the President’s Master made hundreds of dishes, what would happen on the front line of the battle between the two sides? In a flash, the fish in the water turned over and the birds fell, and the crowd and the beast vomited while the seven Kongliu thrashed the street, the plants quickly withered and died. The people in the battle were leaving the battlefield at the fastest speed. They did not dare to be close for decades. If the two sides still have to fight, dump more food into the cities of the two sides. Every country in the world has corpses, and people don’t talk about life, so no one would dare to come out to fight. Otherwise, if the president’s "love cuisine" is attracted and the innocent citizens who are full of pits and valleys are killed, wouldn’t it be because of this Is your conscience uneasy? This shows that the CEO’s cooking is the weapon to ensure peace. Let’s end the war as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the cooking comes up, everyone can only die together.

Everyone looked at each other, it seemed to be the case, but relying on dark cooking to maintain world peace or whatever, no matter how they look. It seems that some people feel inconsistent...
"Speaking of..."
Gloria looked at the bread that had been completely buried by pepper and salt in front of the spider and asked with a slightly trembling tone:
"Are you sure you want to put so much?"
"A lot? I think it's too light."
Spit out the disappointed sigh, the firm, heavy-scented salty party member spider almost watched from around the eyes, and without changing the color, the slice of bread wrapped with a thick layer of salt and pepper was sent into the mouth, chewing calmly. .
"Sure enough, it's still a bit light."
Swallowing the bread, the spider shook his head.
"Is there no one with a normal tongue in this company?"
After a while, Vunya twisted her face to express everyone's feelings. Since the super-taste li Lin, the v.e company, which is full of sweet tasters and salty parties and other heavy-taste lovers, does not have a normal tongue.
"Speaking of it, what request did you make to your guardian? Ah, don't put on the expression of "how do you know", you are not a suicide volunteer, and it would be an attempt to accept this request, just like It was the same at Lundinium."
Facing Fafner's reasoning, Roland smiled bitterly.
The Dragon Princess was right. Roland is not a "shaking happiness through pain", nor is it so desperate for suicide that he must end his suicide volunteers in the most painful way in the world. To accept the harsh conditions must be that one's own side is seeking others, and there is no room for bargaining on Li Lin's demands.
Roland didn’t think that the choice of words was wrong. Although Li Lin gave three choices, they pushed those girls who lived together… Let’s not say whether he will be hit with a comminuted fracture in his whole body. There will be problems in breeding offspring; if Minerva is overthrown, it is unlikely to encounter any resistance, but Roland, a good boy with three normal views, is unilateral-to put it bluntly, the act of is resolutely resisted, really forced If he does that, he may commit suicide.
Therefore, he can only enjoy a week of murderous cooking.
"A week... Even if the stomach pouch made of alloy is rotten, there is no scum left."
Except for Winia, the ladies showed an understanding expression together. With just one bite, one can experience the feeling of dying, and eating this kind of stuff for three consecutive meals a week will certainly not make you feel better. What's more, today's dinner is a full-bodied Wang Guanling dish. After trying the strong taste impact, you will taste dark dishes, and the impact will be even stronger.
Perhaps it is simply to achieve this effect. The chefs here are specially ordered to prepare hearty dishes to achieve the effect of "Last Supper".
The evidence is--
"Before I left the office, the guy was looking at the Albion recipe, and asked the food department if there were enough sturdy ingredients such as ‘Giant Crocodile’, ‘Cracken’, and ‘Skura’...

"..."
Even Vinia was speechless.
Actually, the large dangerous species are regarded as ingredients. What kind of spirit is
even if God and I make it for you to eat
, in terms of paternal love, it is really so unbearable.
"Okay... Now that you have committed such a crime, then you have made a request that makes him quite embarrassed?"
It goes without saying that the last time I was in Albion, an important piece of information was just a monfish. This time it was a complete set of dark dishes for three meals a day for a week, or it was improved on the basis of Albion cuisine...Roland The requirements put forward must be quite high.
Roland nodded. If it was impossible to hide in front of Fafna, he sorted out his thoughts. He told the story, except for the inconvenient part, there was almost no omission.
"You really are a weirdo who likes to trouble yourself. I have a little doubt if you have any special hobbies."
After listening to the whole process, Favna only sighed.
but.
(Sure enough, he is different from other humans.)
Not only is it because he grew up in an elven city, so he has different values, not just his gentle personality.
Roland Dalke-He is not just a gentle personality. In the very roots of his body, there is some kind of mission and determination.
It was this part that spurred Faluna's curiosity, and she couldn't help but want to see where this teenager could go.
Converging in interest, Fafna asked with a difficult expression:
"Now that you have decided, what are you going to do next?"
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At the same time ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Crown Prince was listening to similar reports. When he heard Roland decided to go with Her Royal Highness, Crown Prince Louis's lips twisted.
"My sister Wang really met a good man."
Speaking of praise, the tone revealed undisguised contempt.
The next second, the contempt was replaced by a stern sneer, and the ambitious voice gave a low growl.
"Notify Wang Guanling over there and act according to the plan, asking them to act neatly! If someone dares to resist, you don't have to report it one by one, it will be cut!"
"Observe!"
The man who gave the order disappeared into the darkness, the crown prince's body trembled, and a meaningless voice leaked between his lips.
"Hehehehehe...hehehehe..."
That trembling was never caused by fear.