Chapter 68
What are cultivators? That was the question Anton was asking himself. Cultivators were people who made use of natural energy to temper their bodies and self. With that energy, cultivators could do amazing things. Cultivators were like the Order of Ny-Nine Stars, guardians of themon people. They were also people like Maximillian Van Hassel, bandits and murderers. Mentors and vers, farmers and oppressors. They were just people.
That didnt help Anton make a decision in the slightest. He was strong enough to be relevant on a local scale. Large enough towns were outside of what he could influence even with Catarina and Hoyts support. Even if they stepped into Spirit Building, the three of them could affect the lives of hundreds at a time but likely not thousands. But should they? Protecting people from danger was easy and unambiguous. When attacked by forest creatures, there was little room for ambiguity in Antons mind. Even if they did something stupid to provoke beasts, Anton considered the lives of humans more valuable than beasts. He might lecture people after he saved them, but he judged that value nearly unconsciously.
It was where he had to weigh humans against other humans that things became tricky. The bandits working with Maximillian Van Hassel- clearly guilty. He had no qualms about killing them when he got the chance. But the Iron Ring vers who bought those ves in a ce where very was legal but the method of acquisition wasnt how guilty were they? The people who then bought ves from them?
Anton thought about what gave him the right to decide some people he could kill and others he couldnt. To judge the value of one human over another. The answer he came up with was <em>nothing</em>. Simrly, nothing gave others the right to make that decision. Laws were decided upon by people, and differentws were made in different ces. Sometimes thews reflected the wills of the people- but some of the time thews reflected the will of those with power. When both agreedws were generally good, but followingws wasnt inherently good. And ifws were supposed to represent the wills of the people, who were those people? Anton knew that the majority of ves- those who werent broken down into husks- would say that very was unjust. But they would have no say in thews, because they had no power.
So nothing gave Anton or others the right to decide what was right and wrong. Anton still believed that right and wrong existed. Good and evil actions might be intangible and it might not always be possible to <em>know</em> whether something was good or evil or some mix, but he knew it was unlikely to perfectly match his own decisions. He wasnt perfect, nor was anyone he knew perfect. It was unlikely anyone could be. If there were gods, they were silent- at best speaking only to their own followers who had various levels of reliability.
If good and evil existed, he could only do his best to stay in line with them. If they didnt exist, then doing whatever he wanted was perfectly fine. There was, however, definitely a line between doing whatever he wanted and doing his best to stay in line with what he understood as good. Because while Anton wanted to kill every bandit who came to Dungannon and found his thoughts on that fully justified, he <em>also</em> wanted to make them suffer at least as much as the vigers of Dungannon did. It might even be justified, but <em>might</em> wasnt good enough. If he allowed himself to get so close to the line that he wasnt sure which side he was on, he could easily find himself taking a few steps beyond it. Anyone could justify going just a little bit further to themselves.
So, if he was at least as justified as anyone else with judging the value of human lives, how could he do it? very as it stood in Ofrurg was fully unjust, for it took someones life away as fully as killing them with no real justification. Of those who were enved because of crime or debt Anton was certain not all were enved fairly, if that was even possible. So he might be justified killing everyone who bought and sold and owned ves, but even if he had the personal power to start doing that, there would be consequences. Unless he was all powerful- something untrue of even those at the peak of cultivation- there would be retaliations. Anton wouldnt even really be able to me people for defending themselves, no matter how evil their actions might have been before that. Nobody wished to die.
But if he were to value the ves that would be saved higher than the vers, what about those who would die as an idental consequence of his actions? If he started a war, cultivators from Ofrurg and Graotan would certainly die. Were cultivators worth more thanmoners? Antons initial thoughts were both no and yes. Some might proim to weigh all human life equally, but Anton knew he didnt. Family was more important than others. Those he knew were more important. Those he judged to be doing something of value or with the potential to do so held more value in his mind. He couldnt change that, but at least he could consider it when he had time to think about his actions.
After sorting through those thoughts, Anton had made his decision. He considered the likely consequences of acting against those of doing nothing. How much risk was he willing to take? Could he leave men enved to die in the mines to protect himself and avoid conflict? He could, but he wouldnt. If he had the personal power, he would ughter his way into Khonard to save Devon. He should have faked some political power- in the sense that he wasnt sure if the Order would have supported his threats and not that he thought they were incapable. But while <em>he</em> knew they wanted to avoid conflict, they werent entirely inactive. Others wouldnt necessarily know the whole truth. Anton would prefer to <em>actually</em> have the Order willing to enter conflict for himself, but he had been fairly certain their response would have been limited. But he could have confidently said it regardless. If it had gotten him kicked out of the Orderter, he could have dealt with that consequence. On the other hand, Anton wasnt sure if that was something they would disparage. If he murdered in the Orders name, that was something they would not stand for. If he simply intimidated people who were unreasonable, why would they care?
He was just hesitant. He knew the Order was good, because the people who made it up were good. Vincent had been trying to hunt down the bandits and had simply failed. The Order tried, but not <em>enough</em>. It was, frankly, something he could understand. The Order was old and tired. Hed seen it in many people, and very asionally when nobody was watching hed even <em>acted</em> old and tired.
By the time Anton finished sorting his thoughts, he waste for the meeting at the mine. But he wasnt going to show up. Cultivators were known to be fickle, and he didnt feel like talking to people he was just going to kill. He needed to make sure the others didnt think he was crazy, because it would be really hard to justify himself by saying that he decided killing vers was okay if nobody else agreed. He could also use others to keep himself on the right side of the line. Even if nobody knew where it was, everyone at least had a sense for the ephemeral thing. But after he talked to them and before he started shooting people with arrows, he had something else to do.
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Oskar and the others werent the only ves from Dungannon to be sold into the area. Anton was fortunate enough to have information from the Ears of the Fox that had led him to another. Even if nobody was alive to denounce his actions, Anton wouldnt befortable staying in the area for whatever investigations happened. Thus, he had to find the others first. Oskar would have to wait, but he wouldnt mind. Especially not when Anton showed him his wife.
ording to the information, shed been sold as a maid to a certain minor noble in the area. Nobility was aplicated thing, especially since it was generally trumped by cultivators, but in essence it was a rich family that had been so for many generations. They had some political power aside from their wealth, but because they did not produce strong cultivators they were ultimately limited. That was better for Anton, because sneaking into the house was much easier.
I spotted formations around what is likely the master bedroom, Catarina said. She spoke quietly, with a little bit of energy directing her words. They didnt have ess to a formal technique for private conversations, but they were experimenting with their own. At least their version would be quiet, if not immune to being overheard by cultivators. Much moreplicated than what I bypassed on the outer walls.
One thing about having wealth for some time was that theyd been able to hire formation experts set up longsting formations. They could arrange from simple rms to defensive shields to even traps designed to kill intruders. Do you sense any others?
Catarina shook her head, I dont imagine anyone would spend so much money to protect their servants- and the formations on the wall would likely alert them to escaping ves as well.
Then let us hope that Patricia is easy to find and retrieve, Anton carefully opened his senses to feel for where people were while limiting how much he might be felt by the few cultivator guards. Besides the formations the area was less well defended than the mines, but he didnt want to spark trouble if he didnt have to. He wanted everyone to get out of Ofrurg alive.