Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The dreadful night was filled with blood and death.

Everything was silent, only the voices of people remained, the terrifying momentum of the fighting scared away all the animals, and there were only feeble cheers, heart-piercing weeping, and hysterical laughter at the head of the city.

Like a group of wounded night owls.

The medical team assembled by the city hall climbed the city walls as quickly as possible, treating the wounded, calming the mentally unstable soldiers, disposing of the dead remains and confirming their identities.

The two armies fought fiercely, and cleaning the battlefield was heart-wrenching.

Kant sat in the car, the Humvee was hidden in the dark, he watched the mobilization of the reserve troops, and watched the carriages transporting the screened corpses down. The bucket walked up the city wall and carried the wounded down on stretchers.

Some of the soldiers lying on the stretcher were in a coma, some stared at the sky without saying a word, and some wailed like wolves, not knowing whether it was for themselves or for others.

What will be the future of these warriors who fought hard, stood firm and survived under the attack of powerful foreign enemies? Is their hard work and struggle tonight meaningful?

Nobody knows.

Kant just watched quietly like this as people came down the stairs of the city wall, and all kinds of people passed in front of him. Some people didn't care about the outside world, and some people noticed the steel behemoth hidden in the shadows. Rentham, even the entire Goethe and even the entire world, is the only one.

They all knew what it was and who was in the car.

The wounded soldiers had complicated expressions, staring at Kant in the shadows under the faint firelight, supporting each other, and leaving silently. Their words were completely unintelligible. They were originally the most ordinary people from other worlds, with limited education and poor expressive ability. After this extreme **** battle, how could they speak clearly.

Kant sat silently, listening silently.

He stared at the people who were leaving, and looked into their eyes, no matter whether they could see themselves clearly... Those blurred silhouettes that blended into the night, they were people, and they were more like souls.

"Oh shit."

He grinned and smiled silently.

"Fucking lies in the novels. They say bloody, tyrannical spirit, say that they are united, say that they respond to each other, and are they joking...Are they NPCs?"

It's just a group of people who are brave for the sake of their family and home, but they have limits after all. They are afraid, disturbed, and angry. They are ordinary people who are a mixture of beauty and ugliness.

Someone came this way and knocked on the window.

Kant nodded, then the lights in the car turned on and the windows rolled down to reflect Preston's face.

This brave and wise commander is also full of exhaustion now, but his spirit is strong. He looks at Kant with apology and sympathy in his eyes. As a few people in the city who can always remain rational and understand, what happened to Kant. And the innocent are well aware.

Preston opened his mouth and finally sighed deeply: "Sorry."

Kant's face was calm and calm, with no sadness or anger. In the face of the shameless and vicious attacks of the elves, and the presumptuous and hostile guards of the city guards, he remained calm from beginning to end, without crying or anger, in the car. The sadness and confusion displayed in front of people are also restrained and moderate.

Iron Son doesn't know what this kind of restraint means, but Hong San is both worried and scared, but doesn't know how to persuade him... I'm afraid no one can persuade him.

Kant said, "Why apologize?"

Preston turned his head to look at the soldiers who were slowly withdrawing from the city wall and completed their defenses: "For them."

A sneer appeared on Kant's face: "Oh."

Preston turned his head and looked at Kant.

"What are you looking at?" Kant said lightly, "Do you think I will accept it?"

"They are all commoners, pitiful and pathetic. I usually disdain to talk to them, I feel that they have neither morality, no faith, no ideals, vulgar and ignorant, and detestable behavior..."

Preston said softly: "But now that the elves are besieging the city, the fate of nobles and commoners is equal. In front of the iron hoof of the enemy, on this wall, everyone's lives are no longer high or low. At this time, I am envious. For these pathetic and pitiful people..."

The young commander looked at the people who were leaving and the figures on the city wall: "Because they don't know anything... Because of the elves' sinister tricks, they turned their fear and madness into hatred and passed it on to you. Not ashamed, not disturbed, but taken for granted.”

"And I can't do that."

"I'm not usually a kind and gentle person, and I'm not harsh to servants and commoners, and I can't be called kindness. Looking back on the previous years, there are not many behaviors that can be linked to virtue, but at least now, I But you can't blame everything on your head like they do, but you will feel ashamed, you will feel uneasy, you know you are innocent, but there is nothing you can do about it..."

Kant listened silently.

"I just…"

The young aristocrat hesitated, showing a distressed look, as if he was organizing the language, perhaps wondering why he suddenly wanted to say such a thing, but he said it anyway.

"I just want to tell you that they do this, not just because of their evil, shameless and immoral nature. In the past, although they were rude, they would not make a living by stealing and cheating. Working and supporting their families, the reason why they are so ugly today is because the brutal war and the imminent fear have made them lose their defenses and panic, and these…”

Preston said slowly: "It's all our responsibility."

He lowered his eyes, hid his eyebrows in his hair, and bowed gently.

"It is the nobles of this country who failed to protect Goethe and her subjects, and let the vulnerable and powerless people expose their ugliness in the face of war and death. It is all our responsibility."

The noble with the surname Valentine apologized again: "Sorry."

After a long while, Kant withdrew his gaze and looked forward: "What's the use of saying this now?"

Preston smiled bitterly: "It's not the present, but the future."

"My brother once taught me that in the face of the evil and bad that the common people show, instead of reproaching and disgusting, it is better to have mercy, and then responsibility."

"Compassion is compassion for the sufferings of their lives, understanding the root of their actions and thoughts, and responsibility is to be aware of our duty as nobles, whether we are born noble, of extraordinary origin, and whether we can do anything for them."

He said this, looked at Kant, and said seriously: "You will become one of our members, Your Highness Kant, I only hope that you will think of today or encounter a similar situation in the future, and not only see their sadness and hate, but It is to have mercy and know the root cause."

"You will become Princess Tina's husband. With your ability, you will definitely become one of the decision-makers of this country in the future, with a position and responsibility far above mine... At that time, may you be merciful and just."

Kant was stunned to hear this.

It's not for Preston's words. As an earthling, the ideas he formed in his hometown are higher than Preston's ideas. The beauty of the world must not be pinned on the kindness and responsibility of a privileged class. The peace and stability of society lies in the rule of law rather than the rule of man, which is what he has learned.

He just heard familiar words.

mercy and justice.

The dragon of time and space, the head of the gods, is the good **** who symbolizes mercy and justice. After giving Kant the most basic time and space ability, the majestic divine power in the crimson scroll is like a pool of stagnant water, and there is no movement at all. Ignore Kant's plea for him to look at Valentine.

Could it be that the so-called righteousness and mercy is to let me kindly and tolerantly forgive the stupid [beep-] and mental retardation of these people, and forgive them no matter how much they have done?

-I bother!

I'm fucking, running from the earth, the protagonist of the city's shuangwen is not doing it, trapped in this broken city and being beaten by the elves, fighting hard for these people, without me, the city of Valentine would have been broken for two long time. Now, in the end, you will be hated and hostile by these people, and let Lao Tzu understand them?

When this thought came out, endless anger and grievances were just around the corner, almost bursting out.

With his temperament, the guy on the city wall was talking nonsense. At that time, he should have smashed his head with an axe, and then walked away. No matter the life or death of these people, those soldiers looked at themselves with strange eyes, and they should glared and scolded them back one by one. , The reason why he has suppressed his anger so far is just because the country is called Goethe, and he has a princess friend and a knight friend.

Restraint and calm are the greatest mercy and justice... What more do you want from me?

What do they have to do with me? Why should I forgive them?

Kant's heart was agitated, and his mood changed drastically.

Seeing his strange expression, Preston thought he was pondering, so he showed a calm and gentle smile, and said softly, "Don't worry, think slowly, and you will always figure it out in the future."

Kant didn't notice this smile, and naturally he didn't know what was in this smile.

This is an old Chinese saying, but there are similar sayings in other civilizations. A serious and polite Goethe nobleman experienced **** fire and extreme offensive, and the city defense almost collapsed. After the war, he came and told Kant what he meant. Only he knew.

And Kant just raised his head and looked into Preston's eyes.

"Have I done... not enough? Am I... not good enough?"

People's hearts are not iron and stone, clay figurines still have three points of anger, not to mention Kant's hot temper, he has never suffered such grievances since he was a child.

The despicable scheming of the elves, the foolish gullibility of humans, the negative emotions accumulated by the extreme defense of the city, the sense of oppression brought by the twilight warband... Sooner or later, there will be an outbreak.

He was just trying to be patient before. The position of the knight and Tina made him control his emotions and always aim at the elf. But tonight, Preston suddenly came to him and told him of pity and understanding, and the raging anger finally found a jet Mouth, out of control.

"what I did wrong?"

"Why are they so bastards?"

"Why would you rather trust the elves rather than me?"

"Did I get the **** out of my life for them?"

"Don't they know that if it wasn't for me, this city would have been unstoppable?"

The tone of voice went from depressed to low, gradually raised, and the voice became louder and louder.

Preston looked at Kant quietly, listening to his increasingly outrageous cursing and venting, and slowly nodded until he was gasping: "Yes, you are right, they don't believe you."

Kant smiled half sarcastically and half desolately: "Because I'm a **** Aurora? Damn racism, you white-skinned pigs, disgusting things..."

The young noble's tone was still calm: "No, it's not all because of this, the most important thing is that they don't know you, you are so high up and untouchable, make them curious, make them dazed, they know nothing about you, Only awe and guesswork... you're so arrogant."

"Proud?" Kant's eyes widened, and he even laughed. "I'm proud? I'm **** proud? Fuck, do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?"

Preston said lightly: "I don't know, but I can guess that you must be the most noble person in Aurora, with the most noble blood and origin, and you have been above all living beings since birth."

Kant burst into laughter: "You know again, the brain supplement ability is too strong? What did I do to make you have this illusion? Do I despise you? Do I look at people with my nostrils? I **** Eating the same meal as you, both the mayor and the commoners, speak in the same tone, I didn’t enslave anyone, I didn’t beat or scold anyone, I treated everyone equally, even greenskins, I…”

The voice did not fall.

Preston said softly, "Those soldiers who used to defend the city with you don't even know your name is Dong Zhuo."

Kant's laughter stopped.

In the dark, silent street, the Hummer drove slowly, the brazier on both sides burned, the light shone on Kant's uncertain face, and the inside of the car was very quiet.

Preston said goodbye and left, and the group returned to the Vidal Chamber of Commerce. Kant's expression was as dignified as a sculpture.

After a while, he said softly, "Is that so?"

The Autobots were not deep in the world, and Hong San was as smart as a ghost, but no one answered.

After waiting for a while, Kant said, "Hong San, say it."

Hong San, who had been hiding in the back seat, carefully considered his words and said bravely: "Master, what... oh yes, Master, this is what my master said, he said, not to treat everyone equally, just to It is called equal treatment, treating yourself and everyone equally, that is called equal treatment..."

Kant remained silent, just laughed silently - yes or no, it was meaningless, even Preston said something like "I hope you will later", and Valentine's fate is already doomed.

In the fear and anxiety of the city, the Humvee drove to the Vidal Chamber of Commerce.

Under the lights, several leaders of the Heaven and Earth Society looked at each other, and finally nodded slowly, and everyone held their hands together.

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PS1: So tired...Sleep and sleep.