Jane folded the envelope carefully, making sure there were no wrinkles, and put it in her pocket. Her expression was not as respectful as the writing, but there was obvious disgust under the shadow.
This expression was accidentally captured by a child playing in the church. With a "wow" sound, the child cried out like meeting an evil ghost in a picture book.
"Oh, Benny." Mother Teresa hurried out of the chapel inside, held the child in her arms, and patiently coaxed her while giving her a reproachful look.
Jane shrugged, her body language apologetic. After all, now she eats and lives with others, and has no right to argue. I had to help the nun make faces to make the child happy.
Jane has a delicate face, but her black eyes are so big that she is a bit nervous, and her curly black hair like water plants gives her a bit of madness. As a scholar, she is always thinking about something, her eyes are blank, like a ghost. In short, this is not the first child she has scared to tears, and it will not be the last.
Jane and Teresa have known each other since childhood, but their relationship in the early years has always been at a distance - they have been neighbors since childhood, but one is a smart girl who is gentle, pious and hard-working, and the other goes there every day. A cold freak running around in the wilderness with no idea what he was doing. Communication was limited to greetings about the weather in the morning.
But now, in Gabu City, one of them is the priest responsible for the central region of the Holy See of Light, and the other is an expatriate researcher from the Circumference Tower. Although their identities seem to be incompatible, their relationship is much more harmonious.
In fact. Jane is now being hunted.
At least Jane couldn't think of a second person besides Teresa who would take her in (harbor) during the period when she was being chased and investigated by the City Lord's Mansion.
"Write a letter to your tutor asking for funding?" After comforting the child and letting him out to play, Teresa's sharp eyes spotted the envelope in the corner of Jane's pocket.
"Garbage mentor." Speaking of "evolved" Gloucester, Jane's face suddenly became rich. "He is indeed the 'Mediocre Gus'. The fate of the Circular Tower is in the hands of such a group of moths. It is really the 'True Brain' of sorrow."
The friend of an accuser is often a tolerant one, as is the case with this pair.
"I'm not smart, but that doesn't mean they aren't stupid." Jane's tone sounded hateful, and she gritted her teeth, which showed that she had deep resentment towards the "evolved" Gloucester, "A person who relies entirely on his long life to acquire knowledge , but they are stuck in their own ways and are arrogant elves who are immersed in their own ideas. They compare knowledge to wealth, but they only keep a pile of old documents to rot and smell, and refuse to open their eyes to see the world. It sucks! It really sucks. It’s so clear!”
"You're jealous of him." The nun accurately extracted additional emotions from a lot of complaints.
"Correct."
Jane is still going crazy. She looks a little calmer than before, but she is still going crazy calmly, "I am crazy jealous of him. It is destined from birth that we will not be equal. Such a person without any talent, without any A gifted elf can simply rely on his lifespan to acquire knowledge that I may not be able to acquire in my lifetime. A hundred years later, when I turn into loess, he can still witness the final results of my experiments. It's hard not to make people jealous."
witness.
The nun felt the word, and suddenly a sadness rose deep in her heart.
They sowed the seeds today and now, expecting them to grow into towering trees. But as human beings, this long time is enough to consume their life span.
Forefathers planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade. It is human beings who live forever, but not them. Why doesn't she want to witness the trees she cultivated with her own hands and taste the sweetness of their fruits?
The nun shared Jane's jealousy.
"It's really unfair, isn't it?" Jane almost sneered, like burning ice on the ice field, "So I want to liberate wisdom."
"God cannot bring about true equality. You know this very well, don't you, Teresa?" Jane held the nun's hand, and her anger was transmitted through the warmth of her palm. "Who cares about a group of ants? What about the disputes? In His eyes, they are just a group of 'equal' ants."
"The only thing we can rely on is ourselves." When she said this, Jane's eyes captured Teresa's expression tightly, "Wisdom is a weapon of equality and the fire given to us by the prophet... We just need an opportunity , learn how to use it correctly.”
Jane tested her. Teresa is not only a gentle priest, but also Gabu City's largest intelligence dealer. Winning her over can give her better protection, especially for her who is currently planning experiments in the shadows.
But the nun finally took her hands out of the scholar's hands in silence.
They all know that the world is visibly decaying, the old rules are crumbling, and the new rules are nowhere to be found. Turmoil is coming, and sober people have already begun to explore different ways out, perhaps creating a new rule, perhaps building a new pillar.
She doesn't agree with Jane's experiment, but she won't stop it. "Respect the choice of every explorer", this is her golden mean.
Where will this world go?
She doesn't know, they don't know, they don't know.
Jane could arrogantly believe that they could rival the gods in mortal form. But she can't.
She knew that the boundaries between gods and humans were extremely clear.
The air suddenly froze.
Just when the awkward silence reached its peak, someone knocked on the door of the Dove Church.
dong dong.
Jane put down her confrontation with the nun and carefully chose to retreat to the dark room aside.
Soon after, a nine-year-old girl came in with a letter.
"The messenger said this was for Miss Jane." She waved the envelope, which had faint dark lines of camellia on it.
Jane obviously also noticed the pattern on the envelope. Her face was not good-looking, but she was strong and calm, but her hand that took the envelope was still shaking. Opening the letter, holding her breath, and looking at ten lines, Jane's expression softened, and she could at least breathe at a normal rate.
There is a sense of complacency growing in my heart. She knew her great plans would not be hampered by a pedantic mentor.
So her tone became brighter again, "Teresa, is your gangster friend coming tonight?"
"That witch is going to hold a ball at the end of this month, isn't she?" She flipped her hair and spoke firmly.
"I want to pay for the murder."
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Sylvia "stared" at the tiara placed on the highest display stand at the door of the dress shop.
This is an extremely beautiful crown and extremely valuable. Rose gold, platinum and oxidized black silver beads form delicate palm leaves, and hundreds of moonstones are inlaid around them to form stamens.
But what Sylvia can stare at is definitely not just a beautiful decoration.
Although the elf doesn't have much money, he prides himself on having first-class vision. Although it is just a crown, there are many more miniature magic circles on it than some heavy weapons.
Sylvia squinted her eyes to admire it. O'Brien looked at her profile and wondered if she was intoxicated by the magic circle outlined with gold and silver threads in the crown.
What does that look like in her field of vision?
"Treasures from the 'Midsummer Period'." Sylvia said cautiously after observing for a long time. "That was the most glorious period of history in the 'Forest Era'. The magic circle also communicated the elements most delicately. The Circumferential Tower was established at that time. That period can be regarded as an explosion of wisdom. This is rare in the history of the entire continent. It was at that time that scholars confirmed the existence of the 'prophet'."
"prophet?"
"The extreme of the wisdom envied by the Circular Tower. The prophet has wisdom that far exceeds the cognition of all races on the continent. It is said that his mind is filled with answers to all the questions and rules in the world. Compared to a human being, he is more like a 'real person' brain'."
"Oblin, do you believe in the existence of gods?" the priest suddenly asked.
There was no emotion on her face, as if she was discussing today's weather.
The elf was speechless, unable to guess her thoughts. This is really a dilemma.
The pastor didn't care and continued talking, "In the old days, fishermen once saw a strange beast with a human body and a fish tail on the sea. They called it 'mermaid'. There are countless stories and myths about it. But in fact, it was The truth about the animal called the southern manatee and the 'mermaid' was revealed eight hundred years after the story spread."
"Is this also true for 'gods'?"
The brilliance of the moonstone on the crown reflected into Sylvia's eyes. O'Brien could see her bright eyes. He was silent. He knew that Sylvia did not ask him. She seeks an answer from the world, but the world responds with silence.
He just suddenly discovered that even if Sylvia was standing next to him, the distance between them was still so far.
Perhaps this silence was too lingering, and he was rarely touched by her sadness.
Sylvia may live in the past or in the future, but she only "exists" in the present.
Her figure is covered up, her body is abandoned, and her gaze is cast between history and rules, almost becoming one with them. She is grand, long, invisible, and an unreachable sky.
And he is a black-feathered crow who is busy with daily livelihood, living like a fly and a dog, worrying about three meals a day and not knowing what year it is.
His life will eventually pass away, but her thoughts will last forever.
This is why Sylvia has some indescribable beauty. Solid beauty. Cruel beauty. The void that exists in the world. Compared to him, she is more like an elf, tempered and precipitated by time.
Her figure gradually dissolved in his eyes, blurry and distant. Just like snow melts into water, dust returns to earth, and light smoke blows away in the wind. O'Brien couldn't believe his eyes. This sudden dizziness made him unable to stand.
He instinctively closed his eyes tightly. A reassuring darkness. His heart was beating, reminding him of the passing of life. The feeling of weightlessness became more and more intense.
but……
Before his consciousness could react, his hand took the lead in holding her sleeve.
The priest turned away at his action.
You see, even so, at this moment, I caught her.
There is only one sentence that comes to mind.
"I don't believe in God, pastor." He replied softly. "The mercenary experience tells me not to pray, let alone ask for extravagance. The only thing I can trust is my own hands."
But the priest laughed.
"Indeed." Her cheeks were slightly red, like every ordinary girl who is looking forward to a surprise.
Rules, gods, history, these nihilistic concepts are reluctant to leave like the tide.
She stands in the present.
She came to life.
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