Diak's words won the approval of the centaurs on his side, but to the centaurs led by Lex, they struck painfully close to home. Yet they had no idea how to refute them.
Diak himself was no gifted orator. Everything he said at that moment came straight from his own experiences and feelings. Precisely because of that, however, his words resonated even more deeply with the centaurs.
That was right. Was the so-called freedom Lex spoke of really freedom?
Put bluntly, wasn't it merely exhausting themselves to survive, making bloody, life-risking deals for all kinds of major powers?
The centaurs, Lex included, weren't incapable of understanding what Diak had said. After all, over the years, under the long-term employment of the Holy Roland Empire, their people had temporarily relocated into the empire's territory under the terms of their employment agreement, thereby ensuring their safety.
That had also given them a relatively stable life.
They had to admit that, setting aside the Holy Roland citizens who sized them up with strange looks and regarded them with suspicion, this life was indeed pretty good.
Compared with Diak and the others, the only difference was that, mentally, they still saw themselves as people who worked for whoever paid them.
The Holy Roland Empire had indeed treated them favorably, but they had lost no less blood on the battlefields they were supposed to enter.
Just because your boss treated you a little better, did you think you were family?
At its core, this was simply a business deal. The other party might be a decent employer, but that didn't give them any sense of belonging, much less the feeling that they were defending their homeland. They had paid for all of that with their lives!
At that moment, the atmosphere inexplicably grew somewhat heavy.