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— People, pious laymen! — A young man, standing near the entrance to the Temple of Avaritia, gathered quite a large crowd around him, much like a town crier or a local celebrity. — And why does everyone think that living in harmony with nature is a bad thing? Wouldn't it be nice to escape the hustle and bustle of the city, to be surrounded by kilometers of forests and seas, to enjoy the gifts of nature or the view of the night sky before going to sleep? Then, in the morning, after a good night's sleep filled with beautiful, alluring dreams, you could drink fresh water and, after a satisfying stretch, slowly wake up, watch the life teeming in the forest or the sea, see who is soaring freely in the sky, and hear the songs of insects and other creatures. And among people, and even non-humans, living in small but clean, cozy, and carefree settlements, reliable connections are established, and they don't rush, but proceed at their own pace, sending packages and parcels with local delicacies, products of labor, and letters filled with feelings. Only lonely merchants and scholars sigh wistfully on the sidelines, feeling sad and thinking about something materialistic.
— Hmm, it's that eccentric guy from the cultural festival, — one of the listeners said with a smirk, recognizing the speaker, — I don't even know what's stranger: your tastes, which are full of arrogance and disrespect for others, or your crazy speeches.
— My friend! My preferences, whatever they may be and whatever form they take, are strictly my personal business and should not offend anyone, and those who are offended are the ones who throw themselves onto the ephemeral knife that they themselves have imagined! Moreover, my views on the beauty of the sad way of life of the inhabitants of this city have nothing to do with each other!
— Well, what do you suggest we do then? — a weary Lilyan worker said in a voice full of despair and irritation, — we are an occupied people...
— There is truth in your words, but only a superficial one, my friend, for the so-called free people of the great powers are not free at all. Can a pious person simply stop being a cog in the huge mechanism called society? No! He must work tirelessly and follow countless written and unwritten rules, which are not based on the relationships between people and the world around them, but on soulless and emotionless obligations that, like shackles, keep us in a deceptive mirage of freedom. Look at this hypocritical city! Tiarella Levd — she seems like a beautiful woman, albeit not to my taste, a priestess of one of the pagan gods, wise and kind, but is that really the case, or is it just a mask that has been put on a soul disfigured by mercantile addictions? And do you know that in this city of wealth and commerce, people trade not only in what is visible on the shelves of stores? They also trade in their dignity and conscience, in the purity of their souls! Pride, greed, gluttony, envy, anger, lust, despondency... This is the face of the Cult of the Seven, no matter how its clergy tries to deceive you and themselves! But know that the doctrine of Dante is not much better, representing the personification of the so-called civilized world, where every person is a slave to money, the system, and their own vices! Perhaps our race, which has disgraced itself, will never return to the Realm of Mana, from which we all once came, but that does not mean that we cannot live in harmony with ourselves, with each other, and with the world around us! Look around! So many seemingly wise speeches and dogmas, but human blood does not cease to flow... And it will never cease until we find the keys to our shackles!
Iberis of Sangvinaria's speech continued for some time until the city guard arrived at the scene, but its premature end did not prevent it from spreading throughout the city. As with the appearance of this man at the cultural festival, some saw him as a jester, others as a madman, and still others were very inspired by the fresh ideas for the Medieval era.
— Hmm, it's that eccentric guy from the cultural festival, — one of the listeners said with a smirk, recognizing the speaker, — I don't even know what's stranger: your tastes, which are full of arrogance and disrespect for others, or your crazy speeches.
— My friend! My preferences, whatever they may be and whatever form they take, are strictly my personal business and should not offend anyone, and those who are offended are the ones who throw themselves onto the ephemeral knife that they themselves have imagined! Moreover, my views on the beauty of the sad way of life of the inhabitants of this city have nothing to do with each other!
— Well, what do you suggest we do then? — a weary Lilyan worker said in a voice full of despair and irritation, — we are an occupied people...
— There is truth in your words, but only a superficial one, my friend, for the so-called free people of the great powers are not free at all. Can a pious person simply stop being a cog in the huge mechanism called society? No! He must work tirelessly and follow countless written and unwritten rules, which are not based on the relationships between people and the world around them, but on soulless and emotionless obligations that, like shackles, keep us in a deceptive mirage of freedom. Look at this hypocritical city! Tiarella Levd — she seems like a beautiful woman, albeit not to my taste, a priestess of one of the pagan gods, wise and kind, but is that really the case, or is it just a mask that has been put on a soul disfigured by mercantile addictions? And do you know that in this city of wealth and commerce, people trade not only in what is visible on the shelves of stores? They also trade in their dignity and conscience, in the purity of their souls! Pride, greed, gluttony, envy, anger, lust, despondency... This is the face of the Cult of the Seven, no matter how its clergy tries to deceive you and themselves! But know that the doctrine of Dante is not much better, representing the personification of the so-called civilized world, where every person is a slave to money, the system, and their own vices! Perhaps our race, which has disgraced itself, will never return to the Realm of Mana, from which we all once came, but that does not mean that we cannot live in harmony with ourselves, with each other, and with the world around us! Look around! So many seemingly wise speeches and dogmas, but human blood does not cease to flow... And it will never cease until we find the keys to our shackles!
Iberis of Sangvinaria's speech continued for some time until the city guard arrived at the scene, but its premature end did not prevent it from spreading throughout the city. As with the appearance of this man at the cultural festival, some saw him as a jester, others as a madman, and still others were very inspired by the fresh ideas for the Medieval era.