Dream Guide

When the second sun also turned into sunset, the sky finally darkened. The clouds in the sky began to change into different colors and shapes, which gave people the illusion of returning to Earth.

Before the sun has completely set, some bright stars can’t wait to open their eyes and peek at the world from the sky. They are getting brighter and brighter, and pieces of bright light are reflected on the lake. Looking from the hillside, it is almost impossible to tell which is the lake and which is the sky.

Mrs. Larry squatted by the lake, washed her hands, took a scoop of water, and drank a few sips. She was obviously very tired. From the end of the battle to now, she had been cleaning and dressing the wounds of the wounded. Some of the injuries were serious and there was no medical condition, so it was very troublesome to deal with them.

She washed her face and smoothed her slightly messy hair in front of the lake, then stood up and returned to the lit bonfire.

Petru was grilling a fish over the fire that he had just caught from the lake.

The savages were grilling fish around other fires. After the corpses were buried, they could only rely on picking wild fruits and fishing to satisfy their hunger.

Their fishing skills are good, and even Petru, who has been at sea all year round, has to admire them.

Petru tore off a piece of fish and handed it to Mrs. Larry: "Try it, this fish is very fresh."

Mrs. Larry took the fish, took a bite, and praised: "It tastes good. I didn't expect you to be a good cook!"

Petru was very happy to receive the compliment and said, "It's a pity that there is no seasoning. I wish I could ask Mr. Stone for some salt."

The sky was completely dark, and the starry sky seemed lower and lower, like marbles on the ceiling, as if you could reach out and pick them. Barnard surrounded the Orion Nebula slowly rising from the eastern sky, looking closer than last night.

Only then did Aoki realize that he was still a thousand light-years away from the earth at this time, which was probably a few light-years further away than yesterday. And the day that had just passed, he didn't know how long had passed on the earth.

He put the ebony staff aside, took out the wicker stick and turned it over in his hands. The young leaves on the wicker glowed silvery white under the starry sky, as if they were coated with silver. He felt the weak and endless power of life inside, which seemed to be connected to some distant place, where life was gestating, germinating, and growing happily.

Cooperta came over and seemed to want to say something. Perhaps thinking that Aoki couldn't understand what he said, he just opened his mouth and no sound came out. He glanced at the scepter Aoki placed on the ground, and a strange look flashed across his face. Then he walked away.

Judging from Kubota's appearance, he wanted to have conscious communication with Aoki, but conscious communication requires a scepter, and the scepter has been given to Aoki. Aoki is a lazy man. He is enjoying the tenderness brought to him by the wicker, so naturally he is too lazy. Pick up the scepter on the ground and talk to Kubota.

The savages began to sing to the stars under the leadership of Kubota.

After a while, probably because the singing of the savages disturbed him, Aoki packed up the willow branches, picked up the sacred wooden stick, and stood up lazily.

He first went to see the wounded.

Although Mrs. Larry was not a professional medical staff, she was very careful and treated all the wounds well. As a former ace mercenary, Petru took out the medicine under Mrs. Larry's "coercion and inducement". He learned battlefield first aid skills and helped a lot.

Except for a few seriously injured ones, the rest of the injured were also singing together with the other savages. Those who could crawl were crawling, and those who couldn't were curling up as much as possible and making pious gestures.

Aoki looked around and wondered why they had to do this to the stars above their heads every day. If the weather was always so good, wouldn't they need to sleep?

He shook his head and came to Mrs. Larry's fire. Petru threw a branch with grilled fish stuck in it, and Aoki caught it. He took a bite and found that except for being a little bland, the taste was pretty good.

Mrs. Larry asked: "Are the conditions of the wounded okay?"

Aoki said: "Everything is fine."

The wife said: "You still have to be careful. The conditions are too bad and you may get infected."

Aoki nodded and said, "Madam, actually, you don't have to do that."

Mrs. Larry said: "I know what you think, but there are some things that don't care too much about my feelings. In front of God, I am just an ordinary person."

"God?" Aoki asked, "Where is God?"

Mrs. Larry smiled and said: "Far away in the horizon, close in front of you. Everyone can see that now the entire tribe is your people, and they regard you as a god! It was you who saved me in the first place, oh, of course. Petru——"

She smiled gratefully at Petru, "I thank you! I also hate those who hurt me! But after we escaped from that island, that time and space was destroyed, and everything in that world disappeared. This is a new world, and we should no longer dwell on the experiences of our previous lives, right?

Now, Mr. Aoki has become their god, and they have become the people of my benefactor. If I treat them as enemies again, then the hatred will never end, and our hearts will never be at peace. This world should not exist for hatred, and we should not live for hatred. When the crime has disappeared and the target of revenge is no longer there, why should I persist in hatred! "

Aoki didn't know how to answer Mrs. Larry's words. The lady said that he was a god, but in front of her, Aoki suddenly felt that he was very small, or at least very lazy, because he had never thought so much.

"But you don't have to do it yourself. I can let others in the tribe do it. Clean the wounds and bandage these things."

"No, they are not professional. In this regard, Petru is a hundred times better than them."

"That's right! Um..." Petru praised him and was in a good mood, but he was full of contradictions in his heart. He always felt that helping the savages heal was an infuriating thing. He is not as great as Mrs. Larry, and he doesn't understand how it can be a matter of another life just by changing the island.

"Do you know what they're singing?" Mrs. Larry asked.

Aoki's heart moved, and he sensed the consciousness of the savages through the scepter. The content of their chants should be in their consciousness at this moment. Aoki feels it is very sacred, but he cannot transform this consciousness into intuitive understanding, just like the poetic meaning of a poem, you cannot translate it.

But Mrs. Larry could translate, for she had learned the language of the savages. In the afternoon, she communicated with Kubota for a long time and corrected some errors in her understanding of the language.

She began to imitate the tone of the savages and sang their poems in English:

God above,

Descendants of Weir,

Take this oath.

I will protect God’s holy place from generation to generation,

Banish the demonic shadow.

Let the trees grow in their splendor and their crowns of flowers shelter me in shade;

Let the flowers bloom in all their glory and the earth be filled with fragrance forever;

Let the lake water be clear and reflect my true appearance;

Let the sky be clear and the crows fly freely;

Let the star shine forever, illuminating God's way back without any hindrance.

God!

Please give me strength!

I will raise my spear,

Anyone who blocks your way back,

Even mountains can be thrown to pieces!

I will draw the bow string to its full length,

Anyone who destroys my holy place,

It can be shot even for days!

Not to mention those monsters, demons, demons and monsters!

Not to mention the hands of evil spirits and the shadow of evil spirits!

I use my body to become the pillar of heaven;

I use my eyes to become the eyes of the sky;

I use my hands to turn them into fighting;

I use my blood to turn it into a sweet spring.

I will be with the Holy Land,

from generation to generation,

Until the day God returns.

At that time, if my descendants are still here,

Please give him the third eye,

On the road to glory,

Return to the holy heaven!

It was only after six o'clock when I finished writing this chapter, but in order to revise this savage's oath, I carefully considered every word and sentence, and I saw that more than two hours had passed (*\u003e﹏\u003c*), and there will be another chapter, But I can only send it later.