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Chapter 53: Part Two of "I Want to Act"

I walked around the whole village.

The camera in my hand keeps recording.

People here are in their own way, and people don't seem to argue.

They are responsible for concentrating on what they are doing and then resting.

It looks very mechanical, even regular.

Except for those who set up tents and tie up insects.

There are also those who breed insects and sow vegetables.

Even steam water and nursery.

It makes perfect sense that it’s all about industry.

I walked up to the white man sowing vegetables to get a clear picture.

Unexpectedly, he handed me a handful of vegetables.

Then he looked at me and took a bite of the vegetable.

I followed his example and took a bite. It tasted like lettuce.

There were also people distilling water, but I just walked over there symbolically.

He actually handed me a cup in a clay bowl.

Then I took a symbolic drink and took a sip. I smiled and put the cup down because I wasn't thirsty.

But he was blocked by the white man. He didn't say anything and continued to look at me.

It wasn't until I took a sip that he continued to do what he was doing.

I looked at the other white people with confusion. They seemed to exchange things with each other when they passed each other.

No matter how you look at it, it feels like you get half of it when you meet, and even if you don't give them anything.

They don't seem angry or even aware of being angry.

I looked at the two old men not far away, who were also resting at this time.

I thought, this may be a backward and forgotten race.

They live under the Great Rift Valley of Sesame Oil Leaf.

They seem to have no currency or even distinction of status.

Everyone also rests after finishing their own work, and continues working after resting.

If you just live for the sake of living, the possibility of getting out of this rift through them is really very small.

I looked at it for a long time and found two new frames placed under my tent not far away.

The enemy's riders have already begun to work intermittently.

I sighed and turned off the video and took a look at my phone which still had 33% battery left.

I returned to the enemy rider and resumed my work.

As time went on, I tested a lot.

My desire to survive and that of the enemy riders did not diminish.

We began to tentatively communicate.

For example, he raised the bowl and said: "Bengkara."

I said, "Bowl."

He would be stunned for a moment, and then say: "Bowl."

In response, I raised my stick and said, "Wooden stick."

He said, "Ta."

I will also remember to say: "Ta."

We name things, words and even actions.

Whichever is shorter or easier to remember is chosen as the first language.

Within half a month, we gradually became able to communicate simply.

But our language has no words.

After we were able to communicate, the most discussed topics were the above.

But every time when the conversation got impatient, he started to talk a lot about his country.

Both of them were very unhappy.

We had thought about relying on this village and restoring my plane.

But it seems difficult because they are so far behind.

In this village, there is no distinction between day and night.

We went to bed together that day, and then I was woken up.

I stood up and saw several white people lifting up a white man and walking towards a deep pit not far away.

It seemed that he was going to be thrown down. The old man began to chant some spells before throwing him down.

I took a look and saw that the hands of the white man who was raised seemed to be burned by the flames.

Half of the left palm was bloody and bloody.

I immediately pushed the enemy rider beside me awake.

His first reaction was the same as mine.

The two of us almost ran straight towards the group of white people and stopped them.

I took a look at the dark hole, with lava bubbling inside.

I can't believe if anyone in this village has lost their mobility.

They will be thrown directly into the lava and sentenced to death.

The two of us stood firmly in front of them, resisting the white man who was lifting the injured white man.

The old man stopped chanting and looked at us.

The enemy rider pushed forward with both hands.

Magic light emitted and a strong wind blew out.

He pushed the two white men directly to the ground, and then the enemy rider caught the injured white man.

The enemy rider then made a few moves, and a green light shot into the wounded white man's arm.

After seven or eight strokes, the wound began to heal.

I was also surprised, but I couldn't save him like this.

I looked at the old man. The old man looked at us very surprised.

The enemy rider gave the last shot and raised the white man's healing hand.

The white people actually began to disperse as if nothing had happened, leaving the old man to bow to the enemy rider.

After this time, there was an extra tent next to us.

And this tent was for the enemy rider. His tent was three times the size of the tent the two of us lived in together before.

He doesn't need to tie up bugs. If someone is injured, he will be brought to him for treatment.

Of course, he will also help me when he has nothing to do.

I felt itchy looking at it, thinking of the wreckage of the plane.

I explained it to the enemy rider.

He ran out of the cave alone and ran towards the wreckage of the plane.

A few hundred meters back to the village I dragged some parts and the engine.

It took me half a day to paint, and I was so tired that I was out of breath.

The enemy rider looked at what I had brought and smiled and asked me if I had found a way out.

I could only smile and shook my head.

I used the engine as parts and made a makeshift bug-tying machine out of the remaining materials.

I don't know how long this generator will last, so I'm also improving the conversion of thermal energy into electricity.

Although the current efficiency of motor-based insect binding is low, the most valuable thing is that it is fully automatic.

The white people didn't notice it at all when they first came to my place to collect the frames.

It seemed as if the huge machine didn't exist. It just put down the frame and left.

It wasn't until the third time he came that he watched me throw the whole frame of worms into the huge machine.Then the motor started, and each bug was tied up and dropped into another frame.

The white man stared at the entire machine and exclaimed.

This was the second sound I heard besides the old man chanting a mantra.

But after the exclamation, there was calm, and then the frame was carried away by the white people.

It turns out that they are not all mute, they can speak.

The Imperial Riders treat the most children, and sometimes seven or eight children with fevers and colds can be treated in just one day.

Some older children will imitate our words when I communicate with enemy riders.

It was like a repeater and it shocked us all.

The enemy riders thought the same thing as me, teaching these kids to talk.

At first, I only taught a few children for a short period of time, and then I started to teach two key teachers.

Let these two children teach other children.

At first we thought this would be difficult, but the effect was very significant.

It only took half a year to get great rewards, half of the children can communicate with us simply.

Some children even speak more fluently than we do because they don’t have the limitations of our mother tongue.

I think it's because these children are still young and don't need to participate in labor.

When they have nothing to do, they can only play, so learning has become the most interesting thing for them.

In comparison, my transformation to convert heat energy into electricity was somewhat of a failure.

After starting simple exchanges with these children, it seemed that they also attracted the attention of adults.

But it seems that the adults didn't think much about it, after all, they couldn't understand it either.

It has been seven or eight months since we came here.

But we are not sure about the actual time.

For these children, we have also written the language more deeply and added more words and content.

Even for those children who have made rapid progress and can communicate with us without any barriers, I have begun to teach some simple knowledge.

The imperial knights even began to teach magic, and even taught a few of them forcibly.

While I was studying their magic on the sidelines, I couldn't understand it at all.

Until he told me that these must be learned from an early age.

I completed the conversion of thermal energy to electrical energy just when the phone was about to run out of power.

Even some key ideas were turned around with the guidance of children.

In some places, my thinking has been solidified, but the children can use it flexibly.

I discovered that these children are actually very smart, but they just don't get a good education.

We also planned to continue teaching new knowledge that day.

Suddenly all the white people stood up and walked out of the cave.

A child came over and said to us: "Outside. It's time for the wind to blow."

The enemy rider and I were stunned, and followed the team out of the village.

At this time, there was actually a strong wind in the Rift Valley.

All the white people were running and even dancing in the strong wind.

One child tugged on our arm and said, “This is a gift.”

I said to the child: "This strong wind."

"It will be there when the time comes, the elders will tell us," said the child.

I looked at the direction the wind was blowing, and it was actually pointing upwards.

I guess it was at the turn of winter and spring that warm and cold convection penetrated into this crack.

The heat energy moves upward and is converted into this upward wind.

I said to the enemy rider, "We may have a chance to get out."

The enemy rider nodded his head and said: "Isn't the plane out of power? Although the heat energy is converted into electricity, the heat energy on the ground cannot leave the ground and be used."

"It will be up to you then, but it will still take a year. You probably haven't heard of hot air balloons," I said.

"Hot air balloon?" the enemy rider said lamely.

"Those black materials are very insulating and can be used to create a device that relies on heat to fly. It just needs to be done next time, when the wind is strong." I said.

Everyone was having a lively revelry, and I took the enemy rider back to the village.

I looked carefully at the black cloth blocking the door and discovered that it was the rhizome of a small plant in the village.

A year later, when the next big wind comes.

I made a big hot air balloon and a platform big enough to support the weight of two people.

For this reason, I also specially controlled the food and drink of myself and the enemy riders in order to limit the weight.

Calculate this day and limit it to one year.

The time was getting closer and I was perfecting my hot air ballooning skills.

The children seemed to have noticed something and asked us if we wanted to leave.

I didn't dare tell them the truth, so I just shook my head and said no.

But we couldn't hide it, and the children started asking us where we were going.

"We're going to the sky, to that white line," I said.

"White line? Isn't it just a white line?" the child said.

"That's not the white line it looks like, but another world." I said.

The children scratched their heads and were at a loss.

I handed my phone to one of the smarter kids.

At this time, because the conversion of thermal energy into electrical energy has been perfected, it is not difficult to charge mobile phones.

Until the next strong wind, I opened up the hot air balloon and pulled up the Imperial Rider.

The kids looked at us and started cheering, but then started yelling and crying.

And we change and rise.

The enemy riders were almost at full fire, and fire magic was rising.

After holding on for a full hour, he flew out of the Sesame Oil Leaf Rift Valley.

Afterwards, we each returned to our own countries and were treated almost like heroes.

Two years ago, both sides were 99-99.

But when we came back it was 100-100.

Although there is no winner or loser, a game without death is the most worthy of celebration.

Because I left my phone at the bottom, there was no way to prove the authenticity of the matter.

At first I promoted it everywhere, but no one believed it.

I started writing about my experiences as a novel, as it involved the mysterious South.

The novel became so popular that some even began to suspect that it was true.

But I calmed down and started saying this was just a story.

The novels written for the media contain exaggerated and false elements.

Until decades later, when I was in my eighties.

Every year as winter turns to summer, I begin to miss the enemy rider in the south.

Early this morning, the whole country was flooded with news. I could not close my mouth while looking at the newspaper.

The newspaper said that a large number of hot air balloons emerged from the Sesame Oil Rift Valley, and inside the hot air balloons were piles of white-skinned humans.

They began to station themselves on both sides of the rift.

The language completely blends the North and the South.

And he knows science and magic.

I think they will become the third country on the mainland and carry forward their development.

(End of this chapter)