MTL - Overturned Tower-v2 Chapter 31 those beautiful things

The white-clothed and white-haired angel with a pitiful face sat directly on the ground opposite Henrik without any airs, at a height parallel to Henrik who was kneeling on the ground.

This made Henrik startled again.

His back was tense because of it, and the back of his head was jolted instantly as if he had been immersed in icy water in winter, and he suddenly woke up.

"You sit, you sit here—"

He hurriedly stretched out his sleeves, and carefully wiped the stumps exposed on the big tree he had just cut down. There was no dust on the stump at all, but there were many thorns. He was wearing heavy jeans and had thick skin, so naturally he didn't care about it. But it obviously couldn't let Lord Angel sit.

It didn't take long for Henrik to feel remorse—the splinters on the stake had torn his sleeve and cut his arm as he hurriedly wiped the stump. And more importantly, his blood stained the stump.

Feeling that he messed up something, Henrik regretted why he didn't cut down the tree seriously just now.

If he had just felled the tree seriously, it would not have so many burrs on it. He has such confidence in his craft.

But at this moment, in front of Lord Angel, he showed his laziness and his lack of seriousness in his work attitude. Even in front of him, saying "please sit down here", but stained it with blood. For a clean angel, this can be called a kind of harm, a kind of pollution, a kind of corruption—

This sense of guilt made Henrik feel ashamed.

but…

"Not so polite."

Hua Mingshu suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm: "Don't hurt yourself."

The illusory halo above his head exuded a faint light, which suddenly floated up, expanded in a circle, and shone with light while spinning.

A warm current rushed to the face, soaking the limbs and bones.

It was like in spring, basking in the bright sun, and the warm wind patted the face with the fragrance of flowers. People can't help but close their eyes and take a deep breath—the kind of sleepiness dug out from the cracks in the bones grows and spreads in the flesh like a sprout.

The radiance leaching from Hua Mingshu's body made the wound on Henrik's arm disappear without a trace in an instant. He even felt that all kinds of diseases on his body were cured because of this, and his body was several years younger in an instant.

Such miracles made Henryk feel deeply in awe.

In the end, when he came to his senses, he realized that he was unknowingly supported by the angel and sat on the tree stump again. Hua Mingshu was still sitting opposite him.

I can't do anything, but wasted the power of Lord Angel's Holy Order...

"Don't worry about it. If you're feeling nervous, then as a reward for healing, you might as well just take this—"

The middle-aged man with a solemn expression pointed to the corn in Henrik's hand, with a rare relaxed smile on his face: "Can you give me half of it?"

"Ah, how can such inferior food..."

"it does not matter."

Hua Mingshu's deep voice sounded like he was nostalgic: "I haven't eaten corn for a long time."

"...Then, this is all for you, I haven't eaten yet..."

"Come on, it sounds like I'm trying to steal your food."

The middle-aged man sighed, stretched out his hand, and broke the corn into two pieces. And handed one of them back to Henrik.

This is the corn touched by the angel

Henryk picked it up carefully, but was reluctant to eat it. He was also worried that if the corn was touched by his dirty hands, the angel would hate him, but Hua Mingshu took a bite calmly, not minding the dust on it, and it was even delicious.

Seeing the legendary angel right in front of his eyes, Henryk thought of the rumor he had heard a month ago.

—An angel that has not appeared for a long time has descended to the earth again. The angel wore simple robes, rejected weapons and guards, walked alone on the vast wilderness, touched every village, and healed everything he encountered.

Everyone's sickness and pain, listening to their past pains, future wishes.

None of them has forgotten.

Land people will never forget history—in the war of annihilation more than a hundred years ago, they had already reached the brink of failure.

It was these angels who appeared from the other side of the sky without warning, defeated the mad mages, and brought peace to the land that was about to be destroyed. They are not entirely part of the Church, but a third party fighting in pure goodwill.

They have great respect for the church, but even more for the angels.

They may not be able to read, but they all know who their benefactor is. When they were babbling, many histories of the old era had been transformed into stories one after another, flowing into their hearts.

If this "traveler" is a Sky Islander, then he will at least reap the hostility of more than half of the land people. It is even more impossible to get real ideas and stories.

As all land people know, sky islanders are forbidden to study history. The dragon spared them survivors, allowing them to learn from the past, but the Sky Islanders could only live in the present.

In the past, people from Sky Island and even elves set foot on the ground, seeking the hidden history.

Yet all they get is silence and hostility.

The people of Sky Island live so well, but they come to the land to seek the truth from the "abandoned" who live in poverty—then why do they hand over the truth that has been passed down from generation to generation?

When the other party completed the task of exploration and research, and returned to the empty island, they were still masters, enjoying countless cattle and sheep, clear water, praying in the marble temple, drinking clear water and drinking water. liquor. And they are still living on the ground in a daze.

is this fair

It's not fair.

People's awe of the Sky Islanders is based on fear and alienation of them; and their flattery and obedience to the Sky Islanders is based on the expectation of "flying to the Sky Island". If these things were removed, what would be left?

Perhaps only hatred and jealousy.

— But to be honest, Henrik didn't think that kind of hatred would be too strong. Because everyone is used to this kind of life now

However, if the traveler is an "angel", it will be different. It is precisely because Hua Mingshu is an angel that he is recognized and respected by people. Only then will they be willing to accept Hua Mingshu's help, and express those words and wishes from the bottom of their hearts.

After more than an hour of chatting, Qiuri gradually climbed to the highest point. And Henryk gradually became less nervous.

It is said to be a chat, but in fact it is basically him talking non-stop - he was originally a talkative person:

"In fact, I have already thought about it. I will work harder this year and build a new house for my family. The previous one was too crowded, and it was okay when there were only three siblings, but now my brother and I are married. Ba’s feet were squeezed into two beds, which was somewhat unseemly.

"I have almost saved the wood in the summer. Before the big hunting day, I will distribute some wood to the old carpenter and let him help with the new furniture. Together with my father, I can build the house in about a month or so. I think Well, there is no need to build a stone house, and the wooden house is easy to expand. If there are more people in the family in the future, it can be built along the door.

"—We all live together, and we can take care of each other when we have something to do. When we have nothing to do, we can play cards and chess together. We can also grow some radishes and cabbages in the backyard. Dad also likes to tell stories. Then we can Build another hut for him, and tell stories to the children in the village at the gate.

"I heard that the old men in the village plan to build a tea field and want to exchange some tea seeds from the old men in the sky. I don't know what tea is, but it is said that it can make water like wine. Good things to drink. Days always get better little by little.”

"Since you have your own plans for the future, I have a question for you."

Hua Mingshu suddenly asked: "Suppose I now give you a chance to let people from Sky Island come down and live in your village; let some people in your village—such as you—go to live in Sky Island, would you be willing? ?

Hearing this, Henryk froze for a moment.

He soon realized that it wasn't the angel who was making fun of him.

"...can I think about it?"

"I just hope you can think about it carefully, and then tell me the answer in your heart."

The middle-aged man said very seriously.

So, Henryk started his brain after a long absence, and thought about it very seriously.

But the final result surprised even himself.

"If possible, I hope to let the elder brother's son go. If not, it doesn't matter to me, so let's forget it." Henryk smiled frankly: "I have to take care of my family.

"If I were younger in my twenties, maybe I would be tempted. But it's fine now. I don't know anything, and I'm a waste if I go up—"

There can't be so many trees on the empty island. Otherwise, those slaves would not be chopping trees with chainsaws and giant axes every day. "

"really..."

"Have you asked anyone else?"

Hearing Hua Mingshu's words, Henrik couldn't help laughing: "It's the same if you ask other people. I know that there must be some people who can abandon their wives and children and go to the empty island... There are also people who are free and willing to venture out ; There are also young people who still have their future, unwilling to live on the ground.

"But us old things, we just want to get through this life in peace. It's like the sun has started to set, and all we think about is when the moon will rise instead of letting the sun hang in the sky."

"...I see."

Hua Mingshu said in a low voice.

He raised his head and looked at the unglamorous sun.

That is the sun that is much farther and cooler than that on the island. Looking out from the empty island, you can only see tall buildings and the sea of ​​people; looking out from the lower city, you can only see the deep sea of ​​sky.

Looking out from the "Tower of Babel" and the airship, it is the endless gray dome and the ultramarine sea.

When he was on the empty island, Russell occasionally thought that if he looked up, it would be great to see egrets and seagulls; if it was hanging in the sky, it would not be a gray sky, but azure blue, or even ultramarine. The sky is even better.

Now, as "White Feather" Hua Mingshu, also known as "Detective" Holmes, he has been walking alone on the ground for several months. He also gradually understood why Zhu Rong let him walk alone on the ground.

On this forgotten continent, there are still good things left. He had seen a poet in a certain village who still had a pipe organ that sounded fine. There is also a suona player in that village, who used to be an adventurer. While exploring the ruins, he was attacked by a radiation beast and lost his legs, but managed to survive. He crawled into the village, and was moved to tears when he heard the sound of the pipe organ.

They have long since lost the technical ability to manufacture and repair musical instruments. In this era, there are very few people who still have musical instruments, and those who still understand music theory are even rarer. The two worked together to play the tunes that belonged only to them, and sang their songs in the midst of suffering. After meeting Hua Mingshu, they sang cheerful songs to him, just like they lived under the sun.

He once saw that there were dogs from the old era in a certain village—it was said that two pureblood hounds were found when they escaped at first, but people did not eat them even in the most difficult time. As a result, these hounds helped more people survive by hunting down small radiated beasts. Until the hounds died of old age, the people in that village did not eat their meat, but set up simple stone monuments for them.

As a result, in the past few years, although many pureblood hounds in this village starved to death, froze to death, and were killed by radiation beasts, they finally reproduced, and almost every family raised a lot of hounds. Now it has been closely symbiotic with them. After Hua Mingshu refused the accompanying and guards, they wanted to give Hua Mingshu a puppy to travel with him. After Hua Mingshu refused again and left, a puppy ran out of the village by itself and followed him from noon to sunset, but still did not leave.

He had no choice but to find Hua Touch and hand over the dog to

she. After all, following him is not enough to eat.

Today's Hua Mingshu can be called ascetic—compared to the sacred, solemn and spotless posture at the beginning. Now he looks like an ascetic monk living in the mortal world.

He has seen a strong peasant woman, standing on the farmland, greeted him enthusiastically, and gave him food; he has seen a tired lumberjack cheer up after seeing him, telling the story of his family; he has seen immature Lovers give wild flowers to each other as tokens of love, and bundle wild grass into grass rings for a lifetime.

He has also seen the old man die peacefully by the warm fire, with unfinished manuscripts in his hand; he has seen an old tree that is at least hundreds of years old, has survived the Islamic war, and is now corrupted by the curse to the point of death. Hollow, yet still standing, throwing heavy shade; he has seen men weeping before failed barrels; he has seen fawns and crows who are not afraid of man by crystal ponds—hunters have No longer hunt and kill these animals with the same smart eyes as them, but stand with them to destroy the radiation beasts created by the war.

Perhaps in the future, all this will change.

Perhaps in the future, everything will return to the beginning. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But at least for now, what Hua Mingshu—or what Russell saw was not despair and ignorance. But hope and rebirth.

—When he looked up from the ground, he couldn't see the empty and empty gray dome at all.

Russell could only see the endless forest and fields.

Occasionally, he could actually see geese flying across the sky. Rare than the shooting stars that slide down in the night on Happy Island.

Those creatures that disappeared from this world in the past have gradually returned.

At this time, Russell would fall into deep thought.

Is this vibrant world really a world that is about to enter destruction and reach the doomsday?

"—And what can I do?"

Russell was extremely serious, and asked in a low voice to himself.

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