quicksilver blood

Chapter 514
At the end of the speech, amid the cheers of the people, the hale and hearty old man with white hair and beard left the crowd under the protection of two guards.

They kept chasing for a street, and after the old man said goodbye again and again, the crowd finally retreated reluctantly.

Only then did the old man take out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and coughed twice.

"Master Weijia, please take a break."

A guard said softly.

"Do not worry about me."

The old man shook his head and showed a broad smile: "This is what I should do."

"It's really hard work for you." The guard bowed his head in admiration.

"According to Saint Laurent, we are a friendship between the noble and the noble," the old man smiled mischievously, "Mr. Marquis uses the sword to protect us civilians who are powerless, and I use the sword of words to protect us." His glory."

"...We are all rough people and don't understand these things. But we know that you and Lord Marquis are great people."

The guard froze for a moment, shook his head, and said with sincere admiration: "This is a great thing that we little people can't do in our lifetime."

Hearing this sentence, the old man's expression became much more serious.

"I'm going to talk about you now... No, don't be nervous, it's just as a friend, I have to say a few words about you."

The old man paused, his eyes became serious: "What do you think is a big shot?"

"... big man... if you say so... I think..."

The guard was stunned for a moment, and said hesitatingly: "I think... at least it should make people feel great."

"Oh? Then who do you think is great?"

"Those who can educate people like you, or those who protect civilian lives like the Marquis, I think they are both great people."

The guard thought for a while and said seriously.

Weijia nodded: "You are right. According to your thinking, you want to say that those who make contributions to the people are great figures, right?"

The guard's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, yes! That's what I mean!"

"...Good job. Your soul is much cleaner than ordinary people."

The old man smiled happily, reached out and patted his shoulder: "You will become a big shot."

"...Huh? Me, me?"

"Yes."

As he spoke, the old man said more seriously, "Although you haven't made any achievements yet, your heart is good. If you act according to your heart, what you do is good." .”

"Perhaps one good deed cannot make people remember you, and ten or one hundred deeds can only make your name known to a very small range of people. Even if you do a good deed, you may not be so famous or become so famous. Great man...but at least, after you die, you will be missed and mourned by those you helped. They will remember that there is a good soul buried here."

"... In this case, can you become a big shot?"

"No," unexpectedly, the old man denied, "just like this, you still can't become a big shot."

"But if among the children you help, there are great people you think-and their wishes and beliefs are likely to be related to you. Then it can be said that you have changed these people. I mentioned However, a noble soul will make those who come into contact with it more noble, because he raises the price of their souls; and a rough person will make the person who is relieved even rougher, because his existence lowers their price. You make these people one-hearted To be kind is to raise the price of their souls."

"And among these people, there may be a few big people, but they may also become good people like you. So, they will continue to help more people and change the world. Make the world a better place. It is wonderful. And among the people they have helped, there may be more great people and good people. In the end, maybe there will be a great person whose name can be remembered all over the world—and at this time, you Became the original person who raised the price of their souls, the source of all goodness."

"...But, by that time, my name has long been forgotten by them, right?"

the guard asked hesitantly.

The old man laughed: "Do you think that people like me and the Marquis do good deeds for the praise of others? Child, don't enter the right way but walk through the narrow gate. You do good because your soul is letting you Do good. You get pleasure from doing good, which has achieved your original purpose. And those praises after that are just flashy ornaments, which are better if they are there, or if they are not.”

"...Yes, listen to your teachings."

The guard felt something, knelt on the ground immediately, and said reverently.

But halfway through his speech, he was helped up by the old man.

Displeasure flickered in the old scholar's silver-gray pupils: "Son, don't worship me."

"for……"

"All the glory in this world should belong to the Three Saints and Saint Laurent. Except for the supreme great one, the king of the earth, all living beings are equal. If I accept your kneeling, you will put me on a par with Roland." On the same seat... how can I bear it?"

"Then, what should I do then?"

The guard panicked for a moment.

The old man shook his head, and said leniently: "You can pray. You can pray to Roland, because everything in this generation is the gift of Roland, who is three times as great. He is just like you, the source of goodness, and he should Obtain the allegiance of kneeling and all."

"...listen to your teachings."

The guard bowed his head this time in complete convincing.

And behind him, crisp applause came, and with the applause came a man's bold laughter.

"The master said it well!"

A middle-aged aristocratic man with long brown hair hanging on his shoulders and a smile that made people feel a strong sense of intimacy came over, opened his arms to the old man enthusiastically, and gave him a real hug.

This is not something that nobles do at all.Titan nobles pay attention to clothing as body, and the coat worn on the body is equivalent to the body.If you are not familiar enough, you must not touch the other person's clothes easily.Not to mention hugging, even shaking hands, they will only hold each other's fingers, so as not to be rude to touch the other's cuff.

But the old man knew that it was not because this man was ignorant of this etiquette.He is real and regards Vega as his friend.

"Ah, my friend. You are finally here," Vega couldn't help but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, and laughed softly, "I thought you didn't have time to accompany little Lily to find a bad old man like me."

"Hum..."

However, the man laughed triumphantly: "Although I'm stupid, I'm not stupid. Can't I pick you up to sit at home? It just so happens that Lily hasn't seen you for a long time."

"Ah... yes. I haven't seen little Lily for a long time."

Wei Jia patted the man's shoulder and said with a smile, "Lead the way, old man."

"To order to order—"

The man laughed and pushed Wei Jia into the carriage behind him.

The reason why Vega greeted so casually, even offensively, was not because he firmly believed in "all beings are equal", but because he knew that although the man in front of him was informal, he did have a kind heart rarely seen among nobles .

Veigar was not one of those false scholars who worshiped the nobles to the point of losing their roots.The reason why he is willing to step forward for the Marquis of Lyria is that he hopes that these rare nobles among today's nobles can be recognized and respected by people.

In Vega's view, this is what they deserve.

Rarely have they arrived at a just new generation.

"Praise Roland..."

Vega couldn't help but praise.

　...In fact, I still have a chapter and a half to finish coding.

　　I'll finish it and go to bed...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)