Cthulhu Gonfalon

Kazuo is naturally proud of being proud. In a world where racism is prevalent, he has established a country that allows all ethnic groups to live in peace, get along well, eliminate discrimination and eliminate hatred. This is a great achievement.

But he is not satisfied.

Before he crossed, he participated in a game production with the theme of anti-racial discrimination. The player played the game is an Indian, united with various natural souls, and progressive forces from various nationalities to resist the brutal Britain. The aggressor, who maintains the vast land of North America, uses spears and spells to reject the "exploitation" of the so-called "civilization."

He was one of the painters at the time, but he also read the story copy. There is a protagonist at the end of the second chapter of the plot. The joint friends raised the banner and established the anti-British essays. It is said that one of them got a propaganda. The level of the high-handed person who appreciates is not as high as the average. There are no allusions to play, no tricks to make a bad street, and there is no empty talk of nothing. The simple and sincere words are all directed at the people, touching and exciting.

At that time, including Xiong Xiong, but the staff involved in the development of this game, did not be touched by it. Everyone is looking forward to the real launch of this game, looking forward to the players' reaction after seeing this story.

However, the so-called good things are more and more grind, until the time of the cross, the game is still stuck in the final review, the reason is "invasive reality." According to the opinions of the industry experts, it is best to change the background to something different...

Xiong Xiong really came to a different world now. When he thought about how to deal with racial discrimination, he naturally thought of the article. So he still had a little hesitation, considering whether he should respect this world tradition. I made up my mind.

A good tradition is called tradition, a bad tradition, that is called bad habits! When he was on earth, he was a painter with no force in his hands. He couldn't do anything in the face of many bad habits, but now he is the best master among the gods. Why should he marry? Why do you want to give in to bad habits?

Go to his tradition! Xiongge, I can't look good, then change it for me!

Therefore, he finally decided to force the abolition of racial discrimination, and he did not hesitate to take the iron fist, but also to do this.

Now that his efforts have indeed seen results, he has established a country that has at least no racism on the face.

Then the next step is to gradually expand its influence and strive to make the racism of the whole world a thing of history. Let the scholars after the millennium and thousands of years see the word, wondering why the ancients are so backward and so ignorant and so barbaric.

This is not an easy task. It takes a lot of time and there will be a lot of resistance. But there is boundless time and strength. The key is that he is not in a hurry.

He is not in a hurry, he can take it slowly, push forward little by little, and spread civilization little by little. Even if it takes thousands of years, he can afford it.

The green floating jellyfish smiled and watched the bustling registration crowd.

The number of people who signed up this time is more than any time in the past. I want to come to the three-pack policy of “food and accommodation, tuition and package allocation” to attract everyone.

"There was no such good condition in the past." A half-elf who is sorting out the registration information said with a smile. "Remember that when the first accounting class was used, the tuition fee was not expensive, but also the accommodation and food subsidy. Ah."

"Yeah, but there are a lot of people coming there, and it’s a little less than this time." A staff member with a lot of hair has said, "I remember that I was quite young at the time, in a blink of an eye, I It’s getting old. Look at you, it’s almost the same as it was, the blood of the elf is so good!”

"A good ghost! Your grandson is going to school. I have been married for 30 years. I haven't even given birth to a child yet!"

"Where are there two beautiful things in the world? You have a long life, and you can always give birth to a few children for a lifetime."

"This will ask you a good word." The half-elf nodded with a smile, picked up the pile of the already arranged materials, walked around the corner along the promenade, and walked toward the distant data room.

Because of the turning of his head, he did not notice the front and collided with a small orc.

No matter who the Orc is, he is not a strong generation. The two of them all suffered from the pain, each went backwards, standing unsteadily and fell to the ground, and the organized information was also messed up.

"I'm sorry..." The little half-orc with a strange pointed nose was so scared that his face was white, and he hurriedly apologized, and his long ears swayed, and he was embarrassed.

"It’s none of your business. It’s my own walk. I don’t look at the front, I deserve it.” The half-elf smiled and shook his head, comforted the other person, and looked at the information on the floor. He couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

"Old Du Ding, sometimes I really miss the Chen Guang who we used to be adventurers!" He said, "Although it is poor and dangerous, at least not so much work!"

His friend Du Ding, who is a man with a lot of white hair, said with a smile: "At that time, we only had enough work, and we often ate what we should do when we had a meal. Who can think of it? When do you complain about working too much?"

The half-elf also laughed. He stood up and pulled up the half-orc who was still sitting on the ground. He was about to pick up the information that had fallen from the ground, but suddenly caught it and looked at each other.

"What's wrong?" Dudin put his own things aside on the ground, bending over to help him with the information, seeing him hold it, curiously asking, "What happened to this little guy? You know him?"

The half elf shook his head and asked, "What kind of half-orc are you? Fox or rabbit?"

Du Ding responded, turned his head and saw that the little half-orc had a rabbit's long ears, but had a fox-like pointed nose, and his looks were weird.

"Hey? You don't say that I haven't noticed yet!" He also curiously came over and carefully looked at the little guy who still had some unsettled thoughts. "If the orcs are mixed, the average child will have a clear and racial tendency, very few. There are marginal species between the two races. Even if they appear, they usually appear between the two orcs with their own blood. The fox and the rabbit... this is too much, this can There are marginal species? I have never heard of it."

"I haven't heard that it's not important. Seeing is believing."

The little half-orcs were more nervous by them, their heads hang down and their bodies shivered.

"Oh! Are we scared of you?" The half-elf was more slender and keen, aware of his nervousness, and apologized. "Sorry! But we are really not malicious, we are just... some surprised."

"Yeah, pure surprise." Dudin also hurriedly explained, "You don't have to be nervous, in the Republic, no one will discriminate against you because of your appearance and racism."

"Who dares to do this, you will find the person of the Void Mask Church, and the priests who painted the jellyfish on the robes on the street are." The half-elf said, "The custody dragged him to the electrotherapy, and his mother recognized it. Don't come out!"

"Or he couldn't even recognize his mother." Dudin joked, "The last time I saw a guy, bullied a goblin, and then was dragged to the public electrotherapy, I saw blue and white electric light around him. It’s a sneak peek, everyone’s singularity, and people’s nicknamed “Let’s go up.”

The two of them cooperated with each other and sang one and one, just like a cross talk. Although it was not funny at all, it succeeded in dispelling the fear of the short half-orc, and finally he laughed.

"Thank you!" He stood up and thanked the two. "I came to sign up for the technical school. Is this here?"

"The place is right." The half-elf nodded and pointed to the corner. "Turning through this corner is the admissions department."

"But look at your body, I am afraid a little overhang." Du Ding shook his head. "This time recruited craftsmen and miners, all work hard. You may not be able to do it."

"I will do it well!" The short half-orc reluctantly said, "Other people will work harder, I will make two points of effort; others will do an hour, I will do two hours. As long as you are diligent, you can always do well." of."

Two former adventurers, look at me, I look at you, nod and smile.

"Little guy, what is your name?" Dudin asked. "Maybe after a few years, we will be colleagues."

"Hops." The little half-orc replied, "My name is Hops Wilder, thank you for your guidance."

Watching him take a brisk pace, he quickly turned around the corner, Du Ding indulged, talking to himself: "There are not many half-orcs with surnames, what is the origin of this little guy?"

"No matter what the origins are not important." The half-elf who once had a noble surname smiled. "In this country, what matters is not the past, but the future."