Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

How should civilization be defined?

Assuming that there are standards for interstellar social civilization, then at least one standard is that it can transcend, or violate, the instinct for survival.

To those who have already separated from their birth planet and can survive in the interstellar space, the civilization trapped on their own planet is like an embryo still in a pregnant woman's belly; it is certainly a life, but it may be dead at birth.

Even humans will not issue identity cards to embryos for registration, so if we want to observe this kind of civilization, we can only observe its potential.

What is potential? Potential is that you have people like Jesus, Buddha and Laozi on this planet. Potential is that your civilization can unite as one, shed their blood and burn their lives, leaving a beautiful world for future generations to inherit, but die before dawn.

Potential is lurking in the wind and snow until you are frozen into an ice sculpture; potential is rushing into a nuclear power plant in an anti-radiation suit; potential is Zhang Yichao of the late Tang Dynasty rising up in rebellion; potential is abandoning a superior life and performing hard labor in the wind and snow.

What is left for interstellar civilizations and those high-altitude observers is nothing but a hymn composed with courage and soul. Only in this way can they prove that they are a civilization.

But that's easier said than done.

If you don't have enough food and clothes, how can you talk about the soul being greater than life, and what kind of moral sense and national pride are you talking about? There are countless uprisings and surrenders. What shocked Xia Long the most was that this newspaper fully explained the current predicament and inevitable death of the Ian people, and if under such circumstances, the entire nation can still guarantee what the man in front of him said and showed.

......Then this race may be better than humans.

After Ian finished speaking, he laughed very happily. It was a very hearty laugh that was inconsistent with the atmosphere of Florubia.

"If I have a chance, maybe I can get a sword or something. After all, I can't draw the bow anymore. As for you, although it's strange to say this, I don't see fear on your face. Well, to be precise, I can't see any gloom on your face." His language is humorous, but his habitual modal particles make people feel friendly.

"As for the child, just stay put."

After he finished speaking to Xia Long, he patted Noel's head gently with his only remaining hand.

This strange Ian man was undoubtedly middle-aged by Ian standards, with a hint of white in his golden hair, but he did not look that old.

Xia Long's father's hair turned white when he was in his forties, so he often dyed his white hair black, looking very unyielding. This Yian man seemed to be just the opposite, he didn't care about his appearance because his heart was always young.

Noel summoned up his courage and said, "Uncle, I am already thirty-six years old."

"Thirty-six is ​​not yet an adult."

An awkward but polite smile appeared on Xia Long's face. He felt embarrassed mainly psychologically - after all, he came from a world where a hundred years old was considered a long life, and he could not accept the humor that said thirty-six years old was not yet an adult, or even the fact that it was not humorous.

They are now in front of the store, a little to the left at the glass window. Try to imagine the elegance of London, England or Paris, France, with rose vines. It would be perfect if there were parasols and stools and chairs outside.

"I forgot to introduce myself...ah...never mind, just say anything. Just call me Jin." The middle-aged man smiled. "You don't look like a Volubyan. You won't stay long, right?"

"You have a very good eye." Xia Long praised, and then asked curiously, "Have you ever fought in a war?"

"Well, I participated in the last battle with the Senbo people. That's when I lost my arm. If there weren't invaders, we wouldn't call them Ien people. After all, everyone is very concerned about their own culture. Some differences are extremely sharp... Haha, but they're all gone."

The middle-aged man seemed to be very talkative, but everything he said was things Xia Long didn't know, so he had to remind himself to be careful, otherwise the ignorant remarks coming out of his mouth would be a very cold thing.

"We are travelers. We are passing through Volubya this time. If nothing unexpected happens, we will go to Hollandi to have a look."

"A city of beautiful flowers." The middle-aged man smiled;

The pronunciation also sounds a bit like the country of windmills and tulips, Xia Long thought.

Hollandi is one of their scheduled destinations. As for them being travelers, in fact, due to the difference in lifespans between the Ien people and humans, they are quite tolerant of traveling. Noel said that the eldest son of his neighbor has been traveling for 13 years, and his parents are not worried at all.

"Uncle, is everything in the newspaper true?"

At this time, Noel held up the newspaper and asked King a question;

Jin nodded, with only a kind smile on his face.

"Yes, it's all true. We have a lot of people from Kalnig here, and the hospital has also urgently sent a lot of people to Hollandi. In fact, there are not enough people. It was only with the emergency support of people from farther places that the situation was stabilized. It is said that if you go to those destroyed cities now, the black smoke in the sky has not yet dissipated."

No, is it okay for you to say this to your children?

"Really? I thought that was the only one like that..."

Noel's hand holding the newspaper slowly dropped, his eyes lowered, and his voice came out in a small voice.

"From Karnig? ... Ah, I know that your Mulgrew King also died. That Mulgrew King was originally the son of Sky."

When talking about this, Jin's expression finally became sad.

"He would have been a great Mulgrew King when he grew up, and would have been a member of the glorious companions of the holy army... But he fulfilled his mission, and he was roaring until the last moment. If it hadn't been for the war, he would have been remembered with flowers and tears."

"He is the great King Mulgrew, even though he is not an adult." Xia Long said softly.

Jin curled his lips: "Yes, even if you are underage."

Communicating with Jin was a short process. After all, we were just strangers who met by chance. If I have to say something, it is that from a spiritual level, I have a better understanding of the thinking that exists in the Ien community.

But this incident also increased Xia Long's vigilance. The whole country was actually already prepared for war. When he learned about this, he inexplicably felt that time was much more urgent. If he thought about it carefully, one month might seem like a long time, but if he thought about it carefully, this was just the minimum standard for everything to be on track.

After preparing lunch in Florubia, they drove again, not planning to stay in the city any longer.

When we set out from the other side of the city, we met King Muggle sitting on the side of the road.