Blood of Mercury

At the end of the speech, amid the cheers of the people, the spirited old man with white hair and white beard left from the crowd under the protection of two guards.

After chasing them out a street, after the old man said goodbye again and again, the crowd finally reluctantly retreated.

The old man then took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then coughed twice.

"Master Weijia, please take a rest."

A guard said softly.

"Do not worry about me."

The old man shook his head and showed a broad smile: "This is what I should do."

"It's really hard for you." The guard bowed his head in admiration.

"According to Saint Laurent, we are a friendship between nobles and nobles," the old man smiled mischievously. "The Marquis uses swords to protect us civilians who are powerless, and I use the sword of words to protect us. his glory."

"...We are all rude, we don't understand this. But we know that you and the Marquis are both great people."

The guard was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said with sincere admiration: "This is a great thing that we little people can't do in a lifetime."

Hearing this sentence, the old man's expression became much more serious.

"I'm going to talk about you now... No, don't be nervous, just as a friend, I have to say something to you."

The old man paused and his eyes became serious: "What do you think is a big man?"

"...big man...if you say that...I think..."

The guard was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "I think... at least make people feel great."

"Oh? Then, who do you think is great?"

"Those who can educate people like you, or those who protect the lives of ordinary people like the Marquis, I think they are all great people."

The guard pondered for a moment and said sternly.

Wei Jia nodded: "You are right. According to your thinking, you want to say that those who make contributions to the people are great people, right?"

The guard's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's right! That's what I meant!"

"...Good. Your soul is much cleaner than ordinary people."

The old man smiled gratified, reached out and patted his shoulder: "You will become a big man."

"...Huh? Me, me?"

"That's right."

After speaking, the old man said more seriously and more seriously: "Although you haven't made any achievements yet, your heart is good. If you act according to your original heart, what you do is good. ."

"Maybe one good deed can't make people remember you, and ten or one hundred can only make your name spread to a very small range of people. Even if you do a good deed, you may not be as famous or as famous as you are. Great people...but at least, after your death, those who were helped by you will miss you and mourn you. They will remember that there is a good soul buried here."

"...In this case, can you become a big man?"

"No," the old man denied unexpectedly, "just like this, you still can't become a big man."

"But if among the children you help, there are people who you think are great and their wishes and beliefs are likely to be related to you. Then it can be said that you have changed these people. As I mentioned before, A virtuous soul will make the contacted more virtuous, because he bids their souls; and a vulgar person will make the lifted one vulgar, because his presence lowers their price. You make these people wholeheartedly good , is to raise the price of their souls."

"And among these people, there may be a few big people, but they may also become good people like you. Therefore, they will continue to help more people and change the world. Make the world a better place. Beautiful. And among the people they helped, there may be more great people and good people. In the end, maybe there will be a great person whose name can be remembered by the whole world. At this time, you become The original person who raised the price of their souls, the source of all goodness."

"...But, by then, my name will have been forgotten by them?"

The guard asked hesitantly.

The old man laughed: "Do you think that people like the Marquis and I are doing good things for the praise of others? Children, don't go into the right way but walk through the narrow gate, you are doing good because your soul is making you Doing kindness. You get pleasure from doing goodness, and that has achieved your original purpose. And those praises after that are just flashy ornaments, it is better to have it or not.”

"...Yes, listen to your teachings."

The guard felt something, and immediately knelt on the ground and said reverently.

But halfway through his words, he was helped by the old man.

The old scholar's silver-gray pupils flickered with unpleasant light: "Child, you must not worship me."

"for……"

"All the glory in this world should belong to the three saints and Saint Laurent. Except for the supreme great one, the king of the earth, all living beings are equal. If I accept your kneeling, you will put me on top of Roland. On the same seat...how can I stand it?"

"Then, what should I do?"

The guard panicked.

The old man shook his head and said leniently: "You can pray. You can pray to Roland, because everything in this generation is the gift of the three times great Roland. He is just like you, the source of goodness, and it should be Gain allegiance to kneeling and all."

"...Listen to your teachings."

This time the guard bowed his head in convincing.

Behind him, crisp applause came, accompanied by a man's bold laughter.

"Master said it well!"

A middle-aged aristocratic man with long brown hair on his shoulders and a smile that made people feel a strong sense of affinity came over, warmly opened his arms to the old man, and gave a real hug.

This doesn't look like something made by aristocrats at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~Titan nobles pay attention to clothing and body, and the coat they wear is equivalent to the body. If you are not familiar enough, you must not touch each other's clothes easily. Not to mention hugs, even shaking hands, they would only hold each other's fingers, so as not to touch each other's cuffs rudely.

But the old man knew that this man was not ignorant of this etiquette. He is real and sees Vega as his friend.

"Ah, my friend. You're finally here," Wei Jia couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with a soft laugh, "I thought you didn't have time to accompany Little Lily to find me, this bad old man."

"Hum..."

However, the man laughed proudly: "Although I'm stupid, I'm not stupid. Can't I pick you up to sit at home? It just so happens that Lily hasn't seen you for a long time."

"Ah... too. I haven't seen Lily for a long time, too."

Wei Jia patted the man on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Lead the way, old man."

"De-ordering" ℃≡miào℃≡bi℃≡Ge℃≡

The man laughed and pushed Vega into the carriage behind him.

The reason why Vega is so casual and even offensive is not because he firmly believes in the "equality of all living beings", but because he knows that although the man in front of him is informal, he does have a kind heart that is very rare among the nobles. .

Vega is not one of those fake scholars who worship nobles to the point of losing their roots. The reason why he is willing to step forward for the line of the Marquis of Leria is to hope that these rare nobles among today's nobles can be recognized and respected by people.

In Vega's view, this is what they deserve.

It is rare for them to arrive at a just new generation.

"Praise Roland..."

Vega couldn't help but praised.