The scene stirred up emotion, and Abu Saik couldn't help but sigh.

"I see...the year from which the Wasteland Era begins is probably decided in the 50th year of the Wasteland Era."

If the cold winter does not end in the 50th year of the Wasteland Era, then the past 50 years will be regarded as the Doomsday Era.

Things that people took for granted later were not taken for granted by people at that time.

Although the survivors in Tiandu now call him useless, saying that he is the executioner who killed more Borneos than Anush, and that he levied consumption tax on grains and was a robber who even robbed farmers of their money, they are not sure.

God will miss him as much as he misses Lowell.

After all, no one can guarantee that someone will actually do something he wants to do but doesn’t have the nerve to do or dare to do in the future.

It is true that more people died during Janusz's tenure than when he was the commander-in-chief.

That guy led the King's Army and robbed all the noble manors. He let the slaves sleep with the sisters-in-law and young lady that they had only dared to dream about and dare not touch in their lives. He also let Duwata rob the wives and concubines. Shah Rukh's house was full of piles.

Gold and silver jewelry...

It was his shot that woke them up from their unfinished dreams. Can't they continue to have unfinished dreams?

Maybe he needs to write a self-incriminating edict.

"Hahaha! Interesting, so damn interesting..."

Thinking of this, Abu Saik burst out laughing to himself, and even burst into tears. Even his original gloomy mood was swept away, and he felt much more free and easy in an instant.

The collapse of the Heavenly Palace made him let go of his obsession with the throne, and he no longer hoped for the impossible eternity. His conversion to the Silver Moon Sect made him let go of his obsession with power, and he no longer looked at everyone with suspicion.

Now, he has finally achieved his own perfection - even everything he couldn't let go of was let go at this moment.

He finally saw the dry well that belonged to him.

What trapped him was not the thick walls on both sides, nor the unreachable clouds above his head——

It was himself from beginning to end.

"Whether it is a merit or demerit, please leave it to future generations to tell!"

Like Mayor Odo of the Free State, he finally looked straight into his heart and fully understood himself at the last second when the game was about to end.

And it was at this moment that the nightmare that had trapped him for so long finally cleared up...

…

Everyone present at the meeting marveled at the grandeur of the conference hall, and some lamented that it would be great if the money could be used to build another shelter.

Only a few people can reconcile with the past, and even fewer can walk away from the glory of the past.

Absaik's performance is relatively good, at least he can think like a normal person.

As for the city lords of the dam city, their jaws dropped as if stunned, and they looked around to find their confidants. Without their right and left arms, they were at a loss for a while.

Facts have proved that the pigs in the limelight may not know everything, and they may not be able to calm down all the storms.

As for the real bosses, they were already sitting calmly in their respective positions.

Whether it is the governor of Triumph City, the administrator of the alliance, the chief technology officer of the college, the board member of the enterprise, Saren of the Eastern Empire, the strong bear-like emperor of the Northern Empire, the New United Federation

The foreign minister sent by the president in formal attire...

All the things that need to be discussed have been discussed, and the things that have not been discussed are not worth mentioning. They are just going through the motions sitting here.

However, the organizers of the meeting are equal, and even the leaders of insignificant small forces are given enough respect here, and everyone is guaranteed to find their own seat before the meeting begins.

No matter whether the stories behind them are ridiculous or not, no matter who or who is sitting here looks like a clown in the eyes of others, they sitting here are the heartfelt choices of a group of wastelanders.

At least it’s the choice at this moment!

And at the same time that everyone was seated, a solemn and solemn voice sounded in the conference hall——

"Thank you for taking the time to come here despite your busy schedule..."

"I am the chief of the post-war reconstruction committee."

Many people already know the identity of the old man, and many people are even lucky enough to have seen his different face.

But this time he didn't tell any riddles, or even said any nonsense.

After briefly reading the opening remarks, he handed over the time to the young people present——

"I declare that this human meeting has officially begun!"

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the audience. Zhou Xianlin, who was sitting in a corner of the venue, even stood up excitedly and raised his hands above his head.

The leader of the Red River Alliance not far away glanced at the lunatic and sneered disdainfully, but in the end he applauded like everyone present.

Including Saren, who was sitting in the front row of the venue and yawning, also clapped their hands in dignity.

For him personally, the real things to talk about were decided before the meeting started.

He not only met Chu Guang, but also representatives from companies and colleges, as well as several representatives from former legion forces.

Including the young man who inherited Julius' armor and was recognized by the Imperial Army.

As for the other survivor forces, they were like ants in front of him, and he didn't care at all what they thought.

However, seeing that the big guys at the same table all looked serious, he still became slightly more interested and straightened up from the chair carved from granite.

"Haha, let me see what tricks these juniors can come up with..."

…

The thunderous applause was like firecrackers on New Year's Eve, bidding farewell to the long gone Year 214 of the Wasteland Era.

As for when the new era will arrive, we will have to wait for a long time after the meeting ends.

At this moment, in a remote corner of the wasteland, Niyang, who was blocked on the road to the front line, spent a simple New Year in the car with his most trusted student and assistant, Feodor.

Looking at "Mr. Mouse" who had been thinking about it for a long time and still couldn't put pen to paper on the crusade, Feodor's face was filled with confusion.

The master in his impression was not like this.

Even when he was serving as a servant to the Duke of Gallava, this gentleman's back was straight.

But why?

When he arrived at Lacy, this proud scholar lowered his head.

Is it just because that guy kills people like crazy and even kills his own people when he goes crazy?

Resentment arose in his heart and he complained softly.

"...If you can't write it, I can write it for you. If you are afraid, I can die for you."

After saying that, he reached out to pick up the pen and paper in Niyang's hand, but was snatched away by the latter.

"Don't get into this muddy water!" Niyang scolded and then thought about the blank paper.

Feodor looked directly into his eyes unconvinced.

"Those are your students. You taught us to behave properly, but why don't you support them?"

Niyang put down his paper and pen, moved his body with great effort, and turned to face his students.

"I just want to ask you one question. If you want to defeat Lacy, have you thought about what will happen after defeating him?"

Fiodor said without hesitation.

"Of course I thought that we would establish a representative council and then establish our fundamental law like the survivors of Boulder City."

Looking at the young man who straightened his chest, Niyang laughed out loud and couldn't help but cough again.

"It's up to you? You kids, who still have to ask your parents for school fees, are going to pay the wages to those workers who have returned from overseas?"

Feodor's face turned red. He didn't know why the teacher mentioned those workers who had returned from overseas. He only knew that the look in his eyes showed that he didn't believe they could accomplish anything.

"Don't look down on us!"

Niyang shook his head and gasped softly.

"I don't look down on you, I love each of you deeply, so I have always disapproved of politics in the classroom. We should hand over the truth that is closer to the essence to the children, and this is the biggest thing that Sir Cabahar and I have done.

Differences... Ahem, he said that strong medicines are needed to cure diseases, and overcorrection must be excessive, but I said if he does it like that, a thousand universities will turn into a thousand pillars, nailing all of us

Die on it."

If a person only obtains knowledge from books, he will inevitably look at objective issues with ideological forms.

And this will definitely fall into the trap of blind men and the elephant.

Abu Saik is just a dock worker. He doesn't understand many principles, but he has rich experience in the world. He can have good relations with people from all walks of life and knows what they want.

Only such a person can check and balance the lustful Duwata, the money-grubbing Shah Rukh, and Nigli who loves art and befriends literati...

It is precisely because of this that when the legion came over, only Shah Rukh escaped, instead of all three idiots, leaving a group of idiots with their own agendas waiting to be defeated one by one.

Then it would be useless even if the alliance moved the capital to Tiandu. The "butchers", "jungle rats" and "iron generals" could only run around with their heads in their hands. At most, whoever is smarter could run faster.

But then again, this kind of "thoughtless" mediocrity is what intellectuals like Sir Cabahar despise the most. Even if Absek drags him out from under Janusz's sword, they will still

From the bottom of my heart, I thought it was just a fluke that these bandits with no guiding principles could win.

Sir Kabah had never told him that, but Niyang knew that was what he thought.
To be continued...