Chapter 461: Relying on Others and Relying on Yourself
"Uh..." Faced with Lux's excited praise, Tryndamere was a little overwhelmed.
There is no savior in the world. There are always times when you cannot rely on others, and you still have to create a happy life by yourself.
Are these words... really that good?
Isn't this something everyone should know?
Tryndamere couldn't understand Lux's excitement.
The people of Freljord have always relied on themselves. There are no naive people here who fantasize about gods coming down to earth to save people from suffering.
Because hunger and cold will make every Freljordian quickly realize this cruel reality:
The tribe has no surplus food to feed the burdens that cannot support themselves, and a person can only see the so-called savior in the hallucination before starving to death.
Therefore, Tryndamere does not think that his idea is brilliant. This is just the spirit that an iceman should have.
"Well said!" But Lux's eyes were full of undisguised admiration.
She had reason to be excited.
Because this is actually a problem that leaders have always faced.
Leaders emphasize that "creating human happiness depends entirely on ourselves."
It is precisely because we believe that a better life must be created by ourselves and victory in the struggle must be won by ourselves that the team of leaders has combat effectiveness, and that the true leaders can always be at the forefront.
But the problem is that in this magical world where supernatural powers are stronger than mass armed forces, the leader has always played the role of savior, and the goddess Janna is actually a "goddess".
This makes those who are saved generally feel grateful, and they believe from the bottom of their hearts that their happy life is all due to the charity of the strong.
But is this really the case?
No. “Saved by Goddess Janna” and “It’s all up to us” are not contradictory.
Goddess Gana can only help people break their shackles, but after breaking the old order, how to build a better new order and how to build a better life for mankind?
It still depends on human labor and one's own hands.
However, most of the rescued people are unable to look at this issue dialectically. They do not understand why the goddess, after saving them, would tell them that "there is no savior in the world."
Anyway, this is what Goddess Janna taught everyone, and out of gratitude to the goddess, they just memorized it without knowing what was going on.
As a result, these people will never be able to move forward in their thinking.
They can only become obedient subjects under the rule of the Leader, but cannot become what the Leaders like Lux truly expect - comrades.
But Tryndamere is different.
The other people in the Icefields were so moved by the good days in Silver City that they cried bitterly. When they saw Lux, they wanted to kneel down and shout "Master".
And what about Tryndamere?
He almost ate himself from a barbarian king to a barrel, but he still didn't hesitate to take advantage of others and didn't hesitate to eat others...
“Uh…” Seeing the pile of food in front of her, bought at the subsidized price of the industrial zone cafeteria, Lux suddenly felt…
It doesn't seem good for a person to be too ungrateful.
"No, Lux, oh Lux, how could you think so?"
"This glutton... ahem... this guy is now also involved in the labor. He earned all this by himself. He earned it all by himself."
Lux tried hard to calm herself down and examine her wrong thoughts.
By the way, she also silently decided that the industrial zone canteens would no longer be allowed to subsidize prices. The subsidies should be directly converted into food allowances and then operated normally according to market prices.
There is no way. Most people come here to eat, but these people are here to buy goods...
"Miss Luxana, have you thought of anything?" Tryndamere was somewhat curious about Lux's sudden silence and the complex changes in her eyes.
"No, nothing..." Lux suddenly came back to her senses.
Her eyes changed, and they were full of appreciation again. "Tryndamere, what were you talking about just now? How did you come up with these ideas?"
"I..." Of course, Tryndamere couldn't say that. He was actually just calling on everyone to continue to be loyal to Ashe and Avarosa.
He had to answer vaguely: "We were just chatting..."
"Let's talk about how to make all the Freljordans live such a good life." Tryndamere recalled his conversation with Lux a week ago, and explained half-truthfully:
“They think, Lady Luxanna, you can save the Freljord, just as you saved us.”
“But I don’t think even you have the power to change the entire ice sheet. If we really want to save the Freljord, we have to work hard on our own.”
"Not bad!" Lux was even more impressed after hearing this: "It seems that you are not eating for nothing... um... I mean, it's good that you can think like this and never forget the development of your hometown."
Let alone internationalism, most of the people of the Icefields haven't even established a national identity.
They only care about themselves and their tribe, and never care about anyone outside the tribe.
The ideal belief of a leader is that people should care about people other than themselves, people they don’t know, and people in the world.
In this comparison, Tryndamere, who has a global vision and cares about his compatriots, is obviously a progressive person among the Freljord people.
He has the potential to become an advanced and active member among this group of ice field immigrants.
And Lux needs such advanced activists to serve as role models and leaders among the group of icefield immigrants.
Then, Lux smiled even more brightly: "Tryndamere, if I remember correctly, you should know Valoran, right?"
"Valoran?" Tryndamere was stunned.
He had never heard of this.
"It's Demacia." Lux explained belatedly.
The ancestors of the Demacians came from the eastern plains outside the Forbidden Stone Forest. They and the Noxians originated from the same civilization area, so their language and writing also have the same origin.
Because of the strong international influence of Demacia and Noxus, this language has not only become the mainstream language used by dozens of city-states, large and small, on the Valoran continent; but also in Zaun, Piltover, Bilgewater, and the northern coast of Shurima, which has suffered long-term colonial rule.
Considering that it is the most widely spread and used language in the world, the Leader designated it as the first official language of the future Janna Alliance and called it "Valoran".
For the sake of the future lives of these Freljord immigrants, the Leader of the Wind must of course teach them the official language.
"Yes, I know him." Tryndamere replied quickly.
Icefield immigrants who do not speak German must participate in cultural training organized by the Leaders in their spare time.
In order to buy himself more free time and to gather intelligence about the garrison in Secretsilver City, Tryndamere had to claim that he knew the German language.
In fact, he also learned it on the road. For a supernatural being with strong mental power, mastering a new language is not a difficult task.
"I used to do smuggling business with the Germans, so I know this language," explained Tryndamere.
"It seems that I remembered correctly." Lux nodded.
It was hard for her to remember it wrong. According to statistics, there were only a dozen people who knew the German language out of more than 10,000 people, and Tryndamere was one of them.
"It turns out you are a cultured person. No wonder you think this way."
"That's perfect..." Lux took out a booklet with the scent of fresh ink from her bosom and handed it to Tryndamere: "This is a gift I specially prepared for you Freljord people. The answers to the questions you are thinking about are in it."
"Oh?" Tryndamere was slightly stunned.
He took the booklet and looked at it. He saw the words written on it in German: "A Brief Account of Janna's Thoughts."
"Written in German?" He was stunned again.
"Yes." Lux nodded. Although the book was prepared for Freljord immigrants, it was written in German.
Because although the Freljord has written language passed down from ancient times, except for the frost priests and tribal shamans who need to pass on knowledge, most icefield people do not deliberately learn to write.
Knowing the German language also facilitates the smuggling business of these southern tribes. However, the production activities on the ice field are too simple and primitive, so they have no use for learning the language.
So statistically speaking... the number of Icefield immigrants who can recognize their own language is even smaller than those who can recognize the German language.
And the most important thing is that language cannot be created out of thin air, separated from real things.
The civilization of the Freljord is so backward that their language and writing are also very primitive.
There are more than a dozen special nouns in their language to describe more than a dozen different types of snow at different times, in different months, and in different forms.
But in their dictionary, there is no "industry", no "economy", no "money", and no words that can describe complex human economic activities...
This made it an impossible task for the Leader to translate Janna Theory into Freljordian.
Translation is basically making up words out of nothing. By the time a book is translated, Freljordan has been transformed beyond all recognition.
This is the case when translating "Jana Theory", and it is also the case when translating scientific textbooks and industrial materials.
A language that is too primitive cannot adapt to the needs of modern life and production.
These days, Lux speaks Freljord language to the icefield immigrants, and she often has to make up words on the spot and struggle to give complex explanations for the new words she has created.
Therefore, it is not that Lux does not care about national unity, but is forcing the people of Freljord to take the "last lesson".
There is really no other way. If they want to enter modernization, they must first embrace the strong civilization, cultivate a sufficiently large group of intellectuals, and then use several generations to slowly upgrade their own language and writing.
"I see..." After Lux's explanation, Tryndamere understood the reason.
It turns out that the Freljord has fallen behind to this extent.
Without the help of the language of advanced civilization, they couldn't even write the operating manual of the machine, let alone carry out modern education.
No wonder humans outside the ice field call them barbarians.
It turns out they are really this primitive.
"This..." The Ice Warriors on the side all looked discouraged.
For the first time, they realized the shame of the word "barbarism" and faced up to the huge gap between themselves and advanced civilization.
This feeling was not good. It was like something had broken their spine out of nowhere.
Only Tryndamere clenched his fists tightly, and after thinking for a while, he cheered up: "We will study hard, learn knowledge, and then... build Freljord into a country as advanced as Demacia!"
"That's right!" Lux's eyes lit up when she heard it.
Her tone was more appreciative: "Tryndamere, you are so right!"
"What can save the Freljord is not the immigrants who flee to the civilized world, but those who can return there with the knowledge and faith of the civilized world and build it."
"It's a pity that most people don't have this awareness. We can't expect everyone to have this awareness."
"But you, Tryndamere... you might be able to become such a person."
"Hmm..." Lux's constant praise made Tryndamere feel a little embarrassed.
In fact, his motives for saying these things were not so pure.
The main reason is that Ashe is still working in Freljord and is working hard to become the king of Freljord.
As the queen's "concubine", of course he had to go back to build his hometown.
"Look." At this time, Lux pointed to the booklet in his hand and encouraged him: "How to save Freljord? The answers you want are all in it."
"Oh?" Tryndamere became even more curious.
He didn't know what was so magical about this booklet and why it could save the Freljord.
Could it be that it is a precious science textbook?
"Janna's Thoughts..." Tryndamere carefully examined the blue bird emblem on the cover. He had also seen the same emblem on the imported air hammer in the blacksmith's shop.
Janna, isn’t that the goddess of the Zaun people?
Tryndamere knew Janna. There were many technical experts and construction workers from Zaun in the Mithril City Industrial Zone, and their catchphrase was "Janna is above".
"Ms. Laxana..." he asked confusedly, "Do you want me to... worship this god?"
Can praying to gods and Buddhas help us build a better life?
Anyway, the gods of Freljord have never had this function.
Legend has it that Ornn cares about mortals and kindly protects the Hearth-Hosts. But that is only a legend from ancient times. On the vast ice fields today, no one has ever been able to enjoy the selfless protection of the gods.
"You'll understand when you see it." Facing his doubts, Lux just smiled.
Tryndamere opened the book "A Brief Account of Janna's Thought" with some doubt.
This booklet is indeed a version specially prepared for the Freljord. What is special about it is the first chapter, which is a political commentary specially prepared by Lux for the people of the icefield.
The title of this article is: "Why Only Lord Janna Can Save the Freljord?"
"Huh?" Tryndamere was slightly stunned.
Looking at the subtitles again, the first part is: "Why can't the Freljord ever be united for a long time?"
There is also: "Why is it difficult for Freljord to achieve industrialization through its own strength?"
“Why can it only be the leader?”
"..." The more Tryndamere looked, the darker his expression became.
He vaguely knew that Wind Leaders was what the Zaun people called themselves, and was a synonym for the believers of Janna.
Although I haven’t read the article carefully, but…
"Why does this article talk about how we need a leader to save us?" He couldn't help but ask out loud.
What happened to the agreement that there is no savior and that we have to rely on ourselves to create a better life?
Didn't you, Laxana, cheer for me just now? Why are you asking me to join some leader now?
I just found a father in Debang, how come another father has come?
"Tryndamere, we need to look at this problem dialectically." Lux said calmly: "Creating a better life with one's own strength is not contradictory to accepting help from the outside world."
"Just like now - without our help, you can't even translate the textbooks and learn knowledge in your own language."
"The progress of a civilization depends not only on its own efforts but also on history..."
"No!" Tryndamere was very resistant.
He finally came to his senses.
At first, he thought that those Zaun people were just workers hired by Lux. But now it seems...
"Are you also a believer of the goddess Janna like those Zaun people?" The more Tryndamere thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
No wonder the benefits here are so good. Is this a recruitment for the sect?
Although Lux's kindness is genuine...but once this kindness has a purpose, it will make people instinctively wary.
"Do you want us, the Freljord people, to become believers of this goddess Janna?" His tone was more subtle.
Converting to another god is something that Tryndamere could never accept.
The tribe he came from originally believed in the wild boar god of the ice field. Later, his family was destroyed and he married into the Avarosa tribe. The Avarosa tribe also has its own belief, that is, Avarosa, one of the three frost sisters. Ashe is regarded as the modern incarnation of Avarosa, with a transcendent status of half-human and half-god.
In other words...the god that Tryndamere believes in now is, to some extent, his wife.
Of course he couldn't betray his wife. Once everyone believed in Janna and no longer believed in Avarosa, Ashe's position would be completely replaced.
"Yes, I want you to become believers of Janna too." Tryndamere thought she would hide it, but unexpectedly Lux acted very frankly.
She also said seriously: "I hope that you can all become my...comrades."
"But I don't want to believe in God." Tryndamere expressed his resistance in a restrained manner: "I don't think the gods can help us save the Freljord."
"The Freljord has so many gods, but all we have is hunger and cold."
"Haha." Lux laughed.
She stopped explaining and just pointed at the article and said, "Read on, Tryndamere."
"Why is it so difficult for the Freljord to industrialize independently? Why is it that the only one who can really help you is the Leader?"
"All your doubts can be answered in this book."
