Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The cool breeze at night is refreshing, the mind is clear, and the forehead is cool.

The door was kicked open, and Kant strode out in the shadow of the fire.

The people who mourned and cried and begged for consent were startled, each raised their heads, and saw a figure walking out of the light, their face and body hidden in a thick shadow.

The two sides of the fire shone, casting two illusory shadows, extending to the sides behind them. From the perspective of these people, it was like two wings of shadows spread out.

They smell bad.

Very bad.

"I actually have a lot to say."

"I can say that I am not a Goethe, and I have not enjoyed the wealth of your Goethes, have not squandered the taxes you paid, and have not exercised the rights of the feudal aristocracy, so I have no obligations to you."

"I can say that I can leave at any time, but stay to fight for you. I have never been involved in war, but to protect you, I have become a murderous ghost. My hands are stained with blood, and the elves I killed don't know who they are. How much, all this should have nothing to do with me, but I made the decision to stay, this is a favor rather than a duty, this is a good deed rather than an obligation, you should not do this to me."

"I can say that the elves' propaganda and slogans are all wicked schemes. They are unlikely to fulfill their promises. The more they use this method, the more they are helpless."

"I can say that I have family and relatives just like you, and I want to go back alive to see them. This is a war that has nothing to do with me. I participated in it, but I have to face two enemies, one is the elves, the other It's you, as long as you have a little conscience, do you want to think about this?"

Facing the night wind, Kant's voice was calm and indifferent.

He used to be a more restrained personality, and he had never practiced before. He would always be a little nervous when he participated in speech contests and speeches in school, but now he has experienced it. What he faced was not the gazes of the whole school's teachers and students, but a group of kneeling people, all the way to the other side of the street.

Many many people.

Are they poor? Very poor.

Even now, Kant still sympathizes and sympathizes with them. These people live in this bad world and bad times. There is no good life, only fatigue and exploitation, and they are even involved in war.

They are weak and ignorant, and can only use cunning and selfishness to struggle to survive. They are so weak that they can only use weakness itself as a weapon, and this weapon... can only hurt people with good intentions.

Kant understands, understands very well.

But so what?

The one who was hurt, calculated, and persecuted was me.

What am I doing wrong again?

My life is also my life, I am someone else's son, I am innocent, and I have a family.

If you don't want to die, just let me die, is that appropriate?

Not suitable.

so…

"After thinking about it, those words and those explanations are actually useless." Kant said calmly, "You just want to live, it is understandable, it is normal, survival is the instinct of living beings, I am stronger than you and live better than you. Good people are not qualified to accuse you of your struggle to survive."

"It's not easy for you. I know that everyone's lives are precious, and I know that too."

"So, after much deliberation, I have decided on one thing, and hereby I promise you all."

The crowd is just a mob. They came here tonight, no matter what their purpose was, whether they were instigated or not, and whether they had selfishness or not, they were mostly guilty-not because they felt that their actions tonight were against their conscience and ashamed of Kant, but because they were afraid of the identity of the other party. , After all, he is the son-in-law of the Grand Duke.

When they saw Kant act like this, their hearts were up and down, and they were in a panic, and when they heard Kant's last words, they had a little hope in their hearts.

It is said in plays and poetry.

Those heroes with high moral character are willing to sacrifice themselves and save the lives of others. Even if the bad guy puts a sword around a humble beggar's neck, the hero can be captured without a hitch.

In the face of the threat of vicious enemies, the hero will repeat his oath to protect the weak to the weak civilians, and sacrifice himself, as the story tells.

There is hope in their hearts.

Then, I heard the hero's serious and solemn promise.

"I will avenge you, and defeat the elves, so that your brethren will be spared the pain of today."

Just like when I first entered Goethe, I saw a village being slaughtered and burned, so I pursued it all night until all the murderers were killed, so as to console the souls of those who died unjustly, even if he did not know those people.

Kant can only do so much.

But he knew not enough... not enough.

These people must feel that there is not enough.

Because vengeance means little to the dead, their countrymen are not them.

Sure enough, after the crowd digested this sentence, the riots and crying suddenly intensified, many people were emotionally broken, the children were crying, the old people were crying, and more people were questioning, roaring and pleading. They lifted the child up, They cry out that their dead relatives are just a group of people who want to live.

There was a loud bang, and gunshots burst the sky.

"As expected, I'm not wrong. Compared with those truths, there are only three words that are more suitable for you."

Kang Desen said: "Stupid, stupid, get out."

Maybe things like guns don't have much deterrent effect on outsiders who haven't seen it before. After the initial panic, a few iron-headed people are about to howl.

"Three words for free."

The next moment, the battle axe fell to the ground, the gravel flew, and the murderous aura was in full swing.

"Climb for Grandpa!"

The people in the front hurried back, the crowd rioted, Kant strode forward and approached: "I'm curious, you are afraid of elves, why aren't you afraid of me? They can kill all of your family at least tomorrow, and I can do it now, which is more terrifying. Why don't you understand!"

Not everyone is afraid, because some emotions can override fear in a short period of time, such as hysteria after losing everything, a middle-aged woman with red eyes, not retreating but advancing, pounced on Kant: "I Several of my sons died! All because of the orders of you nobles, all because of this cursed country! Kill me too!"

Kant shot like electricity, stuck her throat, pinched her fingers so hard that the opponent's face turned purple and struggled desperately, until fear showed in his eyes.

He leaned closer and looked him in the eye: "Don't you know why your sons stood up to protect the city? Don't they know the dangers of fighting? They're heroes, and you're trampling on them now. Their bones... go home with the flyer!"

Then, with a hard throw, the woman was thrown far away.

"You shouldn't do this!" someone on the other side cried. "Heroes shouldn't be like this!"

"Fuck you, I'm a hero."

Kant walked up to him and grabbed the collar of the man who was sitting on the ground and retreating again and again.

"Listen, Mao Mao, I will only teach you this principle once."

Kant said coldly: "Of course the hero can sacrifice himself to protect the weak, but when the hero doesn't want to do it, you can't force it, let alone hate and criticize it."

"I don't care how high the moral standards and sacrifice spirit of other heroes are, but whoever intends to force me to do this, I will blow up whoever's head."

As if having a nervous breakdown, the middle-aged man cried in despair.

"Gods, is our destiny destined to be like this? Do we deserve to die?"

He looked at Kant with envy and hatred, gnashing his teeth, not knowing who Kant was, or in other words, he was scolding and cursing all the injustices and fate in this life: "How do you understand our pain? I don't have your power, Without your status, I work hard day and night, but I still look like this! Do we deserve to die when we are born?"

Kant was silent, then shook his head.

"Of course not," he said, "but it's not my fault, I'm sure it's not my fault, it has nothing to do with me, you can hate Archduke Goethe, hate all nobles, hate gods, hate fate, Hate this solidified social class, hate the ancestry, private ownership and exploiting classes that have been unchanged from ancient times to the present, but I am the only one who should not hate me, I am sure that I am innocent."

Kant grabbed the other's hair and looked into his eyes.

"Listen, ants, don't make yourself look like a maggot."

Amid the cries and exclamations, he rampaged through the crowd, confronting everyone.

No one dared to look him in the eye.

But he was not happy.

This was not the victory he wanted.

Valentine and Huisha are two completely different places.

He doesn't want to kill people here.

These people cannot be born good, but are evil because of weakness. Although Kant is angry, there is pity before hatred. For these people, it is more sad than disgust.

In China nearly a hundred years ago, there were many such numb people.

That's not their fault.

For some reason, he remembered a sentence from Confucius.

Punishment without teaching is called abuse.

I don't kill you...but I don't want to teach you either.

In the night wind, the surrounding voices are noisy, and the sadness of life can be seen in full view. There are enemies on all sides, crying and scolding, like a nightmare. He would rather fight with the same number of elves for 300 rounds of blood, rather than in this old and weak. One more moment in the array of women and children.

Nearly a hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Republic worked hard to educate and awaken the numb citizens, and the pressure and resistance they suffered were ten thousand times stronger than today. Think of China at that time, sinking for hundreds of years, enslaved people, rotten foundations, It is simply powerless and hopeless, and what a great achievement it is today.

But Kant did not have such patience and determination.

And Goethe...not his homeland.

So, whatever.

With the sound of hoofs, Valentine's soldiers finally arrived.

But this does not mean that this matter can be subsided immediately. Seeing that Kant is not willing to eat, the old and weak women and children of Valentine turned their heads and cried to the soldiers. The soldiers are hurrying to repair and be on guard. The youth army that is in charge of public security in the city is temporarily formed. They were born in poverty, and even the children of these people's younger generation, so they are exported unscrupulously.

The weak always point the finger at the weaker.

The so-called weaker is not the weaker, but the person who they think will never face them with swords no matter what.

The last target is Kant.

Really wrong love.

Seeing these people crying and shouting around the soldiers, and no longer daring to make a noise to himself, Kant sneered, turned around and turned back. Since the army has arrived, let's wait for Nick's words and actions.

Hong San and Leona came up to greet them. Both of them saw that Kant was furious and in urgent need of venting, so they only allowed him to go out alone. The girl approached and whispered, "Don't be as knowledgeable as a pariah."

Untouchables...what ugly, full of class oppression words.

Kant did not speak.

Hong San held the DV carefully and said, "Master, I've been filming."

Kant took it over, played it backwards, nodded and said, "When the war is over, and when the cultural popularization education that opens up people's wisdom and awakens national consciousness is carried out, it can be edited into an educational documentary for the Goethe people all over the country to watch, they will definitely be deeply impressed. ashamed, and scolded loudly."

And will ignore the fact that they are no better than this group of people if they are relocated.

But who cares.

This is the nature of human beings, to climb the moral high ground forever, the other world is the same as the earth.

The noise outside continued, and these temporary youth army could not resist the crying and tears of the elders and villagers, or... they also had some indescribable thoughts.

Leona bit her lip and stood by Kant's side, trying to comfort Kant, but Miss Vidal was used to speaking fragrantly, so it was a bit difficult to speak gently and healingly.

She said softly: "Don't care about the criticisms of these people. You will defeat the elves and make remarkable achievements in the future. These criticisms will disappear, and others will not even dare to put half a fart."

Kant nodded and shook his head again.

"never mind."

He forced a smile and said softly, "I don't care what they think of me. Once this is over, I'll go to the elf capital. After I'm done, it's time to go home."

The national war in another world, the repetition of people's hearts, the conspiracy, the malicious selfishness, all of these are too heavy for a person like him who does not have much ambition.

It is ridiculous to think about the lofty ambition to change the world and make Goethe better.

Even the people in this city would make him feel sick to the point of nausea, not to mention the idiots of a whole country.

It's better to go back and be the protagonist of Shuangwen on Earth, and occasionally open the door and go to the Saintyin Islands to live with the magical animals for a while, and that's about it.

Leona was taken aback.

go home…

She shook her body, her heart was numb, and she opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Just then, there was a commotion outside, followed by shouts.

Kant listened carefully, and then said calmly, "Nick is here."

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PS1: I really want to let go of writing... Forget it, I'll stop at it, and I'm ready to reverse. After this episode is over, I'll go to the earth to make waves and change my mood. If I can't beat the elves, can I beat you.jpg.