civilwarnovels Chapter 507 Reflections
Chapter 507 Reflections
Chapter 507 Reflections
The happiest thing in the world is definitely sleeping until the late afternoon.
Especially in winter.
The warm bed was more incredible than magic, rendering Tuscarola unable to move.
It turned out that Tuscarola could sleep even longer, but Gillian, who didn't understand the preciousness of such moments, actually knocked on her door.
Tuscarola had actually woken up long ago, but she preferred to lie in bed having a lucid dream rather than change her clothes and get out of bed.
Tuscarola pouted. Despite her reluctance, she had no choice but to get out of bed and change her clothes.
Over the fleece lining was a purple skirt.
This was a gift from Anne to her before.
To be honest, buying clothes is a headache for Tuscarola.
The children's clothes were too small for her, while the adults' clothes were too big.
Girls of her height are usually in the developmental stage.
Ordinary people would dress them in their mothers' old dresses rather than spend money to buy them clothes that wouldn't last long.
But noblewomen always manage to wear dresses that fit them perfectly.
For those people, money is not the issue; saving face is.
Tailors who make clothes for those people often charge exorbitant prices.
Tuscarola used to be poor and didn't dare to go shopping, so only Anne could find her dresses that were both reasonably priced and beautiful.
Now she's quite wealthy, but she has no interest in dressing up.
Anne once said that girls want to dress up when they reach a certain age.
But Tuscarola is completely different.
Although she doesn't pay much attention to her appearance, she should still buy a new dress.
Hmm, I'll take a stroll around the city of Jingtu in a few days.
The urgent knocking continued, accompanied by Gillian's calls.
Tuscarola pushed open the door and looked up to ask, "What is it?"
"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that you've been lying there all day, and I was worried that you might be injured and that's why you're unconscious."
Seeing Gillian's hesitant expression, Tuscarola frowned and said, "I'm perfectly fine. Also, if there's nothing else, don't bother me."
"Sorry, boss—I didn't know you were so busy."
"That's right," Tuscarola replied without hesitation, "I'm very busy."
"By the way, the teacher you hired for me this afternoon said there's nothing left for him to teach me."
Upon hearing this, Tuscarola finally remembered why he had been keeping this woman: "What did he teach you?"
"The language of the kingdom, the history of the kingdom, the Gospel of God, and many common-sense facts, such as—"
Listening to Gillian's eloquent explanation, Tuscarola thought her learning ability was quite impressive.
Ah, I almost forgot, she learned the basics of the Royal Language while serving as a slave.
She has now learned to write, which is an amazing skill for the people in her hometown.
Her hometown has no written language, making it difficult for her to learn to spell.
Tuscarola was able to learn because she was young at the time, and Anne was very good at teaching others.
She thought about it carefully, but couldn't figure out what else Gillian should learn.
But she didn't know what to learn. Her initial request to Draco was to teach Gillian to be as good as most Easterners.
After pondering for a while without reaching a conclusion, Tuscarola chose to ask Gillian directly, "You've learned so much, do you feel you've gained anything?"
"I understand now what it means to be an Easterner."
Tuscarola was surprised to hear this answer.
What is an Oriental? Tuscarola hadn't even thought about that question.
But if you ask her to answer now, she can't say.
A villain? But that's not entirely accurate either.
Tuscarola asked curiously, "Tell me about it."
"A greedy and competitive person," Gillian replied.
Upon hearing this, Tuscarola surprisingly found Gillian's description to be remarkably accurate.
But perhaps it's because any derogatory term seems accurate when applied to people from the East.
Tuscarola asked, "But it was this very group of people who slaughtered our homeland."
"Because greed and the desire to keep up with the Joneses also motivate these people to improve."
Gillian's words surprised Tuscarola: "What do you mean?"
"People here all want to live better than those around them, which motivates them to work hard to develop their own value, resulting in a continuous improvement in the average quality of life."
"Although there is more deceit and treachery between people, people must adapt to this environment in order to survive, which makes their adaptability much stronger than ours."
"Over time, the entire group has become stronger, and I think that the ability to master metal and various technologies is an inevitable product of this environment."
Gillian's words made Tuscarola fall into deep thought.
She found Gillian's words reasonable, but a new question arose: "You mean, these shortcomings actually help Easterners?"
"That's right."
"So you think we need these too?"
This time, Gillian remained silent.
"What's wrong?" Tuscarola asked.
"I've thought about this question too, but I haven't figured it out yet. To be honest, I think everyone in the tribe is honest and open with each other. Before the arrival of the Easterners, our people could live a happy life without any unexpected events, but it's not the same for the people here."
"But the people here can easily wipe out our tribe," Tuscarola said bitterly.
"So, this is where my dilemma lies. I hope my hometown and my compatriots can become strong and no longer be bullied, but at the same time, I also hope that people can be as close as they used to be."
"It's difficult," Tuscalola asserted.
"I understand, that's what's troubling me, and I can't have both. The only way is to find a balance between the two, but I haven't figured out how to achieve that balance yet."
In fact, Tuscarola could tell that Gillian was a person who craved pleasure and liked to compare herself to others.
But it was precisely this that enabled her to take the initiative to learn the royal language, which led to her being discovered by Tuscarola.
She was certain that if Gillian had the choice, she would choose the path that was most beneficial to her.
Gillian was clearly more concerned about her own future than the future of her people.
But that's enough. If you want to control the entire tribe, you must first control yourself.
At this point, Tuscarola understood that Gillian had learned enough.
Tuscarola looked at Gillian and scrutinized her for a moment: "Alright, Gillian, you've really learned it, so there's no need for me to leave you here any longer."
I'll give you some money, now you can go.
"
Gillian stood there stunned, but quickly calmed down. She now knew from the beginning why Tuscarola had brought her along.
"Boss, which of our people do you want me to save? The grasslands? Or the canyons?"
"No," Tuscalo shook his head, "Go home, go back to the New World!"
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