Dreamland Guide

Chapter 507: Descendants of Will, take this oath

When the second sun also turned into the setting sun, the sky finally dimmed. The clouds on the horizon began to change into different colors and shapes, which gave people the illusion of returning to the earth.

Before the sun had completely sunk, some bright stars could not wait to open their eyes, peeping into the world from the sky. They are getting brighter and brighter, and the bright rays of light are reflected on the lake. Looking over from the hillside, it is almost impossible to distinguish which is the lake and which is the sky.

Mrs. Larry squatted by the lake, washed her hands, took a scoop of water, and took a few sips. She is obviously very tired. From the end of the battle to the present, she has been helping the wounded to clean and bandage their wounds. Some injuries are very serious, and there is no medical condition, so it is very troublesome to deal with.

She washed her face, stroked her slightly messy hair against the lake, then stood up and returned to the bonfire that had been lit.

Petru is grilling a fish on the fire, which he just caught from the lake.

Wild people are grilling fish around other fires. After the corpses are buried, they can only feed their hunger by picking wild fruits and fishing.

Their fishing skills are so good that 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 and tasted it, and praised: "It tastes good, I didn't expect you to be a good cook!"

Petru received the compliment and was very happy, saying: "Unfortunately, there is no seasoning. If only I could ask Mr. Stone for some salt."

The sky was completely dark, and the starry sky looked lower and lower, like marbles on the ceiling, as if it could be picked up by reaching out. Barnard surrounded the Orion Nebula slowly rising from the eastern sky, looking closer than last night.

Aoki realized that he was still a thousand light-years away from the earth at this time, maybe a few light-years away from yesterday, and the day that has just passed, I don't know how much time has passed on the earth.

He put the ebony stick aside, took out the wicker in his hand and looked at it over and over. The tender leaves on the wicker glowed with silvery white light under the starry sky, like a layer of silver. He felt the faint and constant power of life inside, and seemed to be connected to a remote place, and there, life was gestating, sprouting, and growing joyfully.

Kubota came over, seeming to want to say something, probably because he thought that Aoki couldn't understand him, but opened his mouth without making a sound. He glanced at Aoki's scepter on the ground, a strange look flashed across his face. Then he walked away.

Looking at the appearance of Kubota, he wants to communicate with Aoki, but the scepter is needed for consciousness communication, and the scepter has been given to Aoki. Aoki is a lazy person. He is enjoying the gentleness brought to him by the wicker, and he is naturally too lazy. Pick up the scepter on the ground and talk to Kubota.

The wild people began to sing to the stars under the leadership of Kubota.

After a while, it was probably the savage singing that made him noisy, and Aoki picked up the wicker, picked up the sacred stick, and stood up lazily.

He went to see the wounded first.

Although Mrs. Larry is not a professional medical staff, she is very careful, and all the wounds are treated very well. As a former ace mercenary, Petru took out under the "coercion and lure" of Mrs. Larry. I have helped a lot with my ability in battlefield first aid.

Except for a few seriously injured, the rest of the wounded also sang along with other wild people, crawling as they could, and curling their bodies as much as possible for those who could not, and making a pious posture.

Aoki looked around, wondering why they have to do this to the stars above their heads every day. If the weather is always so good, don't they need to sleep?

He shook his head and came to Mrs. Larry's fire. Petru threw a branch with grilled fish in it, Aoki caught it, took a bite, and found that it tasted not bad except for a little bit weaker.

Mrs. Larry asked, "Is the situation of the wounded all okay?"

Aoki said, "All are good."

The wife said: "We still have to pay attention, the conditions are too bad, and it may be 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 you don't need to care about how I feel. Before God, I'm just an ordinary person."

"God?" Aoki said strangely, "Where is God?"

Mrs. Larry smiled and said: "It's far in the sky, right in front of you. Everyone can see that the entire tribe is now your people, and they treat you as a god! You saved me back then, oh, of course there is Petru—"

She smiled gratefully at Petru, "I thank you! I also hate those who hurt me! But when we escaped from that island, that time and space has been destroyed, and everything in that world has disappeared. This is a new world, and we shouldn’t worry about the experience of the previous life anymore, should we?

Now, Mr. Aoki has become their god, and they have become the people of my benefactor. If I regard them as enemies, then the hatred will never end and our hearts will never be at peace. This world should not exist for hatred, nor should we live for hatred. When the crime has disappeared and the object of revenge is no longer there, why should I be obsessed with hatred! "

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

"However, you don't always have to do this yourself, clean the wound, bandage these things, I can let other people in the tribe do it."

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

"That's right! Uh..." Petru praised, in a good mood, but he was full of contradictions in his heart. He always felt that helping a savage to heal his wounds was a horrible thing. He is not as great as Mrs. Larry ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and he doesn't understand just changing the island, how it has become a matter of life.

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

With a move in Aoki's heart, he sensed the savages' consciousness through the scepter. Their consciousness should be what they sing at this moment. Aoki thinks it is very sacred, but he cannot transform this consciousness into an intuitive understanding, just like the poetic meaning of a poem, you cannot translate it.

But Mrs. Larry can be translated, because she has learned the language of savages. In the afternoon, she communicated with Kubota for a long time and corrected some of her mistakes in language understanding.

She began to learn the tone of the wild people and chanted their poems in English:

God is on top,

Descendants of Well,

Take this oath.

I will be the holy place of the patron saint for generations,

Drive out the shadow of the demon.

Let the tree flourish, and the crown of glory protects me from the shade;

Let the flowers bloom, and the earth will be scented forever;

Make the lake clear, as I am;

Let the sky be clean and the crows fly freely;

Let the stars shine forever, illuminate the way of God's return, without hindrance and obstacles.

God!