The sin of wearing a crown

After the story, you always have to face reality.

Human beings have been singing epics since ancient times, from [The Epic of Gilgamesh] and [Mahabharata] to [Great Powers and Weapons] and [Space·The United States and the Soviet Union]. Singing epics is to recognize greatness and practice greatness. The difference between greatness and stupidity is whether civilization recognizes heroes.

A civilization that recognizes heroes and yearns for heroes can burst out with strong vitality when experiencing disasters. There will be an endless stream of heroes who have the courage to stand up at critical moments.

Before crossing over.

The rigid brainwashing education criticized by rabbits, the kind of tireless education, and direct legislation to protect the reputation of heroes from misinterpretation, were able to have so many people willing to do it when rabbits later encountered natural disasters such as earthquakes, viruses, and floods. Selfless dedication, and even the most lovable people dying from exhaustion.

Lynn was willing to be the hero at that time.

As for the heroes of this world...

So far, Mr. Little has not fully found where he belongs. Heroes are never cheap. The difference between a hero and a fool lies in whether the same thing will be recognized. Is there any country in history that denies heroes? Yes, a country that abandons its heroes can only end up unjust after the red flag falls from the Kremlin.

Now it's Ziggler's turn to speak.

Lynn's story has been told. In this contest between ideals and ideals, the essence of the goddess of peace is not bad, so her knight is willing to go through all the obstacles and debate with her. If it's the kind of messy, evil, completely uncommunicative lunatic, just wait and see if Linn can shake him off.

Ziegler wanted to say that human beings are limited and flawed, but she ran into Linn's theory of infinite human possibilities. She really couldn't refute it. Even if it was just a possibility, at least it showed that there was a possibility. hopefully. In the story, Lin En did not hand over the responsibility to the gods and Buddhas, but humans themselves gritted their teeth and resisted step by step.

And this coincides with some of the concepts of the [Gem Club].

With infinite possibilities versus limited possibilities, the pattern actually shows that Ziegler can no longer win, unless she can shamelessly start to smear and criticize, but this is a gentleman's debate between idealists.

"...I can't give you the answer yet."

With struggle flashing on his face, Ziegler forcefully pulled his bare hand out of Linn's hand.

Her originally confident and gentle eyes no longer dared to raise her eyes to look at Lin En. The beautiful mature woman could imagine that the young man's blue eyes must be full of yearning for greatness at this moment, inviting herself to practice it with him. Some kind of greatness.

Lin En's originally expectant face could not help but become a little stiff.

"After all, I still can't convince you. Ziegler, I am very frustrated..."

One person lowered his head and said nothing, while the other person pursed his lips.

Outside the pavilion, the autumn wind blew through the flower field, creating an extremely gorgeous display of fallen petals, as if waves were sweeping across it. The flying waves visible to the naked eye made Linn's body sway uncontrollably, as if he was an involuntary reed.

This was the first time in this world that he was able to find the right person to explain the greatness he yearned for. He thought this person could understand him, recognize him, and finally choose to be with him. Linn took things for granted a little too much. He was a little emotional and idealistic, and subconsciously ignored a lot of things.

They sat like this, one on the left and one on the right, and happened to be divided into two different squares by a pavilion pillar.

"Lynn, there are things in the Lower City that I need to do. And I..." There was a long silence. "...I don't want to. A hero stands in front of me, especially that person is you. Please give me some time."

Ziegler finally raised his head and stared at Linn, who was sitting among the crowds in the background of the flower field. He was not crying hysterically, but it made people feel that he was extremely sad.

Hot and lonely.

"If you prepare to leave, I'm afraid it won't be so comfortable and relaxing next time we meet." After all, Lin En is a very determined person. He controlled his emotions in just a few seconds. This world cannot be left to his will. , so he just tried his best to inhale the intoxicating floral fragrance in the air.

"Do I have to say sorry?" Ziegler tried his best to smile.

"If I encounter you, I won't show mercy."

Lin En's words showed his attitude. He had said everything he could. They were close friends, friends, and enemies. Because the relationship was so interesting, they were able to sit quietly and continue talking without directly killing each other.

"Before I leave, I have the contents of a secret book that I want to tell you. I hope you will listen." As if he was afraid of Linn's rejection, Ziegler spoke in a very strong tone.

"I will listen to you."

The young gentleman has regarded this place as a turning point, so he is very tolerant and no longer even holds the brass pocket watch on his fingers.

"I once had a long dream. When I walked to the church of Red Cup, the words of the senses about the Supreme Good Way roared like thunder, like the beating of leather drums..."

Ziegler spoke in "Mullan" as soon as she spoke, and she did not tell Linn what the secret code she told him was. However, Miao Lanyu's euphemistic and mysterious tone expresses the theory of "desire" when he opens his mouth. The secret code from the Shuojin era is extremely strange and terrifying.

Thirsty people crave change, radical change from the inside out. The white-bone man talked and laughed, talking about the meat sacrifice feast. Beautiful people who indulge in sensuality can always add joy to the banquet. The provocative person shuttles among them, mocking those crude beauties. And the lady is always at the top of the party, waiting behind the door for the next person to be savored.

With its deep red stained glass and golden altar that beats like a heart, the red-beaked church looks more like a living thing than a living thing, or it may just be the corner of a gorgeous dress.

Linn didn't hear anything at first.

However, when words with profound meanings such as thirsty person and bone-white person appeared, he who had achieved the feat of "Flower Maker" based on "Abundance Tantra" instinctively felt uncomfortable, as if he encountered something disgusting and frightening. Something, an indescribable hostility surged in Linn's heart, making him want to tear Ziegler's mouth open.

At this moment, the black silhouette swayed, and the Black Holy Grail suddenly appeared and bit his neck. At this moment, Lin En couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. For the first time, the "Nourisher" in his body showed complete suppression of the "Flower Maker", as if to remind the other party not to forget who is the real foundation.

Linn was in a daze and didn't notice.

When the power of the Black Holy Grail was weakly rippling, Ziegler, who was telling the secret book, glanced in his direction as if he was aware of it.

This glance seemed to meet the bloody and crystal red eyes of the Black Holy Grail, half of the eyes were filled with the joy of seeing the prey.