Chapter 433: Chapter 421: Great Wisdom
Kallen had stayed in Perfikot’s palace for two days and nights, until the morning of the third day when Perfikot personally saw her off at the train station, reuniting her with her companions.
"Kafka, you’re finally here, we were about to send someone to find you if you hadn’t come," Jon sighed with relief upon seeing Kallen, relaxing his guard and relieved that Kallen was safe and sound.
Kallen nodded understandingly at Jon, then said somewhat apologetically, "I’m sorry, my friend’s communication was disrupted, and I’ve been busy with her these past few days. I didn’t expect my absence to worry you all."
Jon and the others had always been worried about Kallen, even though she had mentioned before that she needed to visit a friend. Jon and the others still had uneasy hearts concerning Kallen’s whereabouts.
After all, this was the Northern Territory, the fabled haunt of the terrifying Bloodthirsty Count, the remote frontier of the Empire, and a place so cold that, according to legend, one needed to wear a cotton coat in summer and could have their jaw frozen off in winter.
In certain legends, the Northern Territory had long since turned into a living hell due to Perfikot’s rule, with any outsiders who ventured there being grabbed to serve as laborers, performing the most menial tasks, eating worse than cattle, horses, pigs, and dogs.
Not to mention, in some people’s eyes, the nobles of the Empire were all evil exploiters, deserving to be completely burnt to ashes along with this rotten Empire.
If Kallen knew that people viewed Perfikot this way, she might feel extremely angry or deeply saddened.
The reason Perfikot had always worked so hard and made such sacrifices was to save the broadest masses of ordinary people, yet the harshness of this world forced her to abandon some, even a large portion of people.
Despite this, she still needed to impose harsh exploitation on others to build enough shelters before the end times came, to save more people.
These efforts, however, were misunderstood as a cruel rule meant to more firmly hold the Northern Territory and gather more benefits to satisfy personal desires. How could Kallen, who knew the truth, not feel angry or even sad?
Angry at the ignorance and stubbornness of these people? Or mournful for Perfikot’s sacrifice, seemingly burdened with the sins of the whole world?
Even Kallen herself probably found it hard to answer these questions, but luckily she didn’t deeply delve into what Jon and the others were thinking at that moment.
She merely explained to Jon and the others, "I contacted my friend and told him about the difficulties we’ve been encountering and our desired next actions. He analyzed the deeper reasons behind these problems, showed me a beautiful vision of the future, and imparted much precious knowledge to me.
This included not only how to lead everyone to overthrow oppression but also taught us how to fight against our enemies!
This is all invaluable experience and knowledge that I will organize and impart to everyone once we’re back!"
Kallen explained the thoughts, knowledge, and invaluable experiences that Perfikot imparted to her over the two days to the others. For the current members of the Workers’ Federation, grasping the complete and specific meaning of these things was exceedingly difficult.
Yet, even merely interpreting a part of it, Perfikot’s knowledge imparted to Kallen remained indescribably precious to the members of the Workers’ Federation. Just the parts Jon and the others understood from Kallen’s earlier presentation were full of insightful and profound truths.
"Kafka, who exactly is your friend? He truly is a great and wise individual! Every word he wrote here shines with the glow of wisdom! If he’s willing to join our Workers’ Federation, I believe our cause will experience a massive leap forward!" Jon expressed admiration, and even near-religious fervor for the philosophical insights contained in the text.
It’s understandable since the members and representatives of the Workers’ Federation mostly came from the lower classes. Though they’re not completely illiterate, they certainly lack high academic qualifications and profound insights.
Many in the Workers’ Federation lifted themselves out of illiteracy through mutual aid organizations formed after the Federation’s establishment, so the cultural level of this group is quite apparent.
For a group with such cultural standards, facing the invaluable experience and enlightened insights Perfikot gave to Kallen, distilled from the heroic practice and summarization of an entire era from the original world, their understanding of these texts’ weight and their fanatical admiration isn’t particularly surprising or strange.
In that passionate era of the original world, how many people were convinced by his far-sightedness, and how many became his admirers and followers, willing to sacrifice their own precious lives for the faith he spread and become the footnotes of the era.
Perfikot believed that knowledge and art could transcend the barriers of language and education, and even in this world, this precious knowledge could still play its great role, attracting some people to believe in and worship the wisdom flowing from this knowledge. It is indeed a very normal phenomenon.
However, Jon’s fanaticism indeed startled Kallen a bit. She quickly said to Jon, "My friend’s identity is too special. If his identity were exposed, the consequences would be very severe, so to ensure his safety and protect him, we must try our best to conceal his identity and status.
As for the priceless knowledge he imparted, this is not the place to discuss it. Let’s return to Pignes Castle and discuss this matter there. These precious memories are cherished treasures."
Upon hearing Kallen’s words, Jon realized his rashness and quickly said, "Then let’s quickly prepare to leave, the train is already ready, and the staff at the station is willing to do us a favor. Let’s head back to Pignes Castle first!
The environment here in the Northern Territory is simply too oppressive, the Lord of the North’s governance of the people is nothing short of bone-crushing, she even bricks people into walls to vent her anger at her unfulfilled evil desires!
I can hardly imagine the severe and terrifying consequences if Kafka, you were caught by that Bloodthirsty Count."
"Alright, I know you’re worried about me, let’s head back first!" Kallen said, half-smiling, half-crying. She couldn’t tell Jon that the "friend" he revered was, in fact, Perfikot herself, the one he accused of being a tyrannical ruler, and she was even present at the train station.