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Victor jumped off the bookcase and then onto the table. He looked at Le Jing with a look full of unknown meaning: "You are really scary."

Le Jing flexed his wrist with a calm smile on his face: "Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Now I'm starting to doubt whether you are a human after all." Black Cat squinted his eyes and looked up and down at Le Jing, "I have lived for so long, and this is the first time I have met a human like you."

"Originally, I thought you were a good person." Black Cat said straightforwardly.

"What now?"

"Now I'm a little unsure." Black Cat complained: "The person who said that can't be a good person no matter what, right?"

The young man was amused as if he heard some joke. He shook his finger at Victor, his eyes implying mockery: "It is a stupid idea to distinguish human beings by good and evil. Because human beings, either Either charming or boring, it can only be one of the two."

"Most of this world is made up of boring and mediocre people living in the gutter. But even so..." The young man stood up and looked down at the black cat-like demon, his deep eyes seemed to be lit by some emotion. , became particularly enthusiastic, "There are still a small number of people looking up at the stars. ②"

"It is precisely because of them that there are so many possibilities in this world. It is precisely because of their existence..." The young man lowered his eyebrows, his eyes filled with intoxicating tenderness, and his voice was nostalgic and lingering, like a confession of love. "That's why I love mankind so firmly, passionately and unswervingly."

The black cat looked at Le Jing in confusion for a long time, (it's hard to imagine how Victor could use the black cat's face to make such a difficult expression) "You are indeed a strange human being."

"I accepted your words as a compliment." Le Jing stood up, turned his back to the black cat, and lingered on the bookshelf, "Speaking of which, why are you still here? I thought you would follow Sophia?" "

The black cat put his chin on his overlapping paws and said lazily: "Because of the contract, Sophia's soul will be mine sooner or later. But you are different." He stared at Le Jing with a kind of eagerness. It means, "I want to watch you closely before I eat you."

"Really?" Le Jing smiled nonchalantly, "He really protects his food."

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The undead witch Tatora returned to the witch gathering place with the newly awakened flame witch Sofia.

This was not a big news originally. What really caused huge waves in the entire witch circle was the ideas she conveyed.

That terrifying thought that can turn the whole world upside down!

Tatora said: "Now is the most critical moment. Pursued by the Holy See and their lackeys, we wizards are forced to hide. Our children cannot grow up successfully. We are expelled, hunted, and burned. Death! We obviously have the power given to us by God, but we can only survive in our country like mice!"

Tatora said: "Who caused all this? Those ignorant farmers and village women? Those hypocritical priests? No, not them! They are just knives, and the culprit is those who hold the knives - the royal family of this country , Nobles and churches! The Holy See’s witch-hunting campaign is a conspiracy to divert people’s hatred from the royal family and the believers! We wizards exchanged our lives for the opportunity for the royal family of this country to continue to exploit the poor people!”

Tatora said: "We are witches! We are born extraordinary! We are born with more power than wizards! We have responsibilities, obligations, and rights to take back everything we should have! We are also the daughters of the people in this country , the people are just fooled, they are not our enemies! We want to lead them to launch a revolution and war, we want to overthrow the evil royal family and the church in this country, and establish a new country that belongs to us witches!”

Tatora said: "The justice of war lies in the fact that the people of our country must obtain enough soil for survival. The torch of revolutionaries must ignite the whole world!"

Tatora talked a lot, a lot, and every word she said set off huge waves in the hearts of the audience.

This undead witch was unexpectedly a superb orator. Her speech was impassioned and powerful, and soon formed a terrifying trend that swept through the entire witch gathering place.

On the third day, the witch gathering launched an internal rebellion. Three-quarters of the adult witches, headed by the undead witch Tatora, announced to form a revolutionary army and vowed to overthrow the royal family of the Os Empire.

On the fifth day, the revolutionary army launched a coup in the magical world and seized power in the magical world. The former Minister of Magic, Jason, was placed under house arrest, and his subordinates were either dead or injured. The undead witch Dotora becomes the first female minister of magic.

On the sixth day, Tatora declared war on the royal family of the Os Empire in the name of the Minister of Magic. All participating wizards were organized into small teams, broken into pieces, and hid in various corners of the capital to start a guerrilla war of "the enemy advances and we retreat, the enemy garrisons and we harass, the enemy tires and we attack, and the enemy retreats and we pursue" guerrilla warfare.

On the seventh day, the familiars trained by the Ministry of Magic began to give speeches on "Down with the Royal Family and Equalize Land Power" throughout the empire. The speech perfectly copied the style of the female minister Dotora, impassioned and indignant indicting the numerous atrocities committed by the royal family and the church, and emphasized that only by overthrowing the royal family and the church, and establishing a new country and a new religion, can the peasants have their own Land and bread.

Humans are actually very realistic animals.

The so-called religious belief is nothing more than the human desire for a better life and fear of death.

But what if they are ragged and hungry, while the pastors who are God's spokespersons are rich and have countless fertile fields?

What if the poor believers cannot go to heaven after death because they do not have enough money to hire pastors to preach, while the rich people who have committed numerous crimes can be forgiven of their crimes and their souls can go to heaven as long as they buy indulgences from the church?

Then those poor people who can't even afford to eat and are about to starve to death can trample on all the morals and laws in the world without hesitation, and even commit atrocities of killing God.

Never test human nature. Human nature is nobler than heaven and darker than hell.

So a rumor began to spread in every village. The one who spread this news might be a crow, a big tree, or even an inconspicuous old lady on the roadside. They all spread the same news without exception: the current church is a cult in the name of God, and they are actually the believers of the devil. The revolutionary army is the messenger chosen by God. Their mission is to overthrow the rule of the evil devil sect and establish the new religion belonging to God. Only those who believe in the new religion can be saved and have bread.

On the twelfth day, most of the peasants suddenly understood a truth: killing wizards will not bring them land and bread, but killing the king and the priest will.

On the fourteenth day, the villagers of a village near the capital strangled the tax collector who came to collect taxes and joined the revolutionary army with their family.

On the sixteenth day, a mechanic who was hunted by the nobles took the drawings of cannons and firearms and joined the revolutionary army.

On the twenty-fifth day, the serfs of three villages burned the pastor who came to the village to preach and joined the revolutionary army.

On the fortieth day, some new nobles who represented the interests of the bourgeoisie joined the revolutionary army.

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For the first time, the religion used by the rulers to appease the lower peasants lost its original function.

An unprecedented riot began to sweep every corner of the Oss Empire.

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The sun was setting, the setting sun was like blood, and everything in the forest was shrouded in the blood-red sunset.

Le Jing opened the window, and the leaves outside the window rustled in the wind. A white dove nimbly flew through the clouds and flew towards him.

"Good evening, Dodora. How is the situation?"

The dove landed on his hand, looked at him with its bright black eyes, opened its red and tender mouth, and uttered Dodora's charming voice: "Our team has been assembled, and we can launch an attack on the royal family of the capital tonight."

The young man laughed, his eyes shining in the sunset: "I think it must be a very magnificent and shocking picture. Whether successful or not, you are making history." He paused and said, "But history is written by the successful. I sincerely hope that you can be the one who writes history."

The dove nodded, "It may be too early to say this now, but I really think we can win."

"What a coincidence, I think so too." The young man's eyes reflected the lingering The sunset, but the smile on the corner of her mouth is as vigorous as the sunrise, "Because history and the people stand with you."

The pigeon's eyes were stained with a smile, and she flew from Le Jing's hand: "Teacher, I should go."

The young man smiled helplessly when he heard it: "I said I am not your teacher anymore."

The pigeon lowered her voice and said solemnly: "No, you are, you are our eternal and only revolutionary mentor."

The pigeon spread its wings towards the sunset, and the faint words fell from the sky to the ground: "Tomorrow, this world will be born because of you."

"Born because of me?" The young man watched the pigeon leave, muttering to himself, "That's such an honor."

He looked at the sunset, as if he saw this decadent dynasty on the decline, and heard a grand funeral song faintly in his ears.

"Let's go." He bowed his head and said to the black cat nestled at his feet: "As the mourners of this great dynasty, we can't be late."

So the black cat ascended to the sky and turned into a huge black dragon.

The whispers drifted from the dragon's back into the wind.

"Great creator of being, grant us one more hour. Toperform our art and perfect our lives. ③"

The author has something to say:

① It is a foolish idea to distinguish humans by good and evil. Because humans are either charming or boring, it can only be one of these two. ——Oscar Wilde (yes, the same Wilde who wrote The Happy Prince)

② A quote from Wilde: We all live in the gutter, but some of us still look up at the stars.

③, a poem I heard when listening to poetry on NetEase Cloud. I didn't find the source. The translation is: Great creator, please give us more time to complete our art and perfect our lives. But I think it loses that flavor after translation, but it is more charming in English_(:з”∠)_