Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

How many years have passed.

The walls of Uruk, which Gilgamesh is most proud of, have long since disappeared in the long river of time.After the death of the oldest king, Uruk sometimes prospered and sometimes declined, existed intermittently, and finally completely disappeared in history.

Later, this rich land experienced Babylonian, Assyrian, Chaldean, Achaemenid, and Macedonian dynasties.

After Alexander's death, the Alexander Empire, which once spanned three continents, fell apart, and the Mesopotamian Plain was incorporated under the rule of the Seleucid Dynasty.

The prosperity of the largest dynasty after the split was fleeting, and the Parthian Empire in the eastern part of the territory was eyeing - finally, the beautiful land of two rivers was once again drawn into the hell of blood and iron by the ambition of the invaders.

The regime changes and the flames of war continue.

Ancient beliefs are gradually being forgotten.The gods, lovely or bad, have lost their influence over humanity.

Following the memory, Truth found the location of Uruk.

There was a dead silence here, and mottled bloodstains could be faintly seen on the collapsed wall pillars and the cracked ground.

Not long ago there was a battle, or rather, a massacre.

The weak, war-torn city was no match for the Parthian warriors, and the laughter of the victors seemed to ring in the air, announcing the end of a dynasty that had ruled here. Mesopotamia bid farewell to a form of exploitation and ushered in Another kind of exploitation.

The new exploiters are toasting in the distance, perhaps as Gilgamesh was.

At the banquet celebrating the harvest and victory, the King of Gold was alone, complacent or self-deprecating, listening to the praises of the ministers.

Truth blinked.

The illusion disappeared, only ruins and broken walls, and the eternal wind.

The location where the little girl teleported over happened to be under a jujube tree, and she could reach it by standing on tiptoe.

Truth remembered the date Gilgamesh had fed her, and tried one.

It's terrible.

The jujube trees growing everywhere during the war have never been carefully cared for by human beings. Of course, they are not as delicious as the ones provided to the king in those days. Of course, no matter whether it is delicious or not, truth cannot taste without human conscience.

But maybe, precisely because the dates it bears are small and astringent, this tree has not been implicated by the war, but is growing alone without being favored by anyone.

Not to be coveted, not to be hurt.

That's why it can stay intact and be seen by the truth after the dynasties change.

Standing under the jujube tree, the little girl thought casually for a while how likely this jujube tree might be the offspring she ate back then, but soon gave up.

Master Truth is not good at thinking about this kind of thing, this is a stupid question that only justice can think about.

Everything that needs to be confirmed has been confirmed.

Truth touched the ring, then stared at the lines on it in a daze.

The soul inside was sleeping peacefully, and Enki was safe—but there was no need to report this kind of thing to anyone.

The surroundings are quiet, like the underworld when truth and Enkidu meet.

She wants to go.

Truth's footsteps moved, and a small stone shot out from the corner and hit her nose accurately.The little girl closed her eyes subconsciously, and at the same time as the darkness came, there was also a chill on her neck.

"This tree is mine."

A trembling voice came from the side,

"If you don't want to die, just get out of here."

Truth rubbed her nose and looked to the side.

It's cubs.

Human cubs, between the ages of six and ten, are thin and dirty, so the exact age cannot be seen.

This was probably the first time he threatened someone, holding a long knife that was out of proportion to his figure, his small hands were shaking constantly, and he couldn't even locate the carotid artery.

Seeing that the truth was not threatened, the child trembled even more, and whimpered:

"You...you don't come here!"

Tears of fear flowed from his eyes and slid down his brown skin.

Black-haired and brown-skinned, Uruk-like.

Truth drew his knife away slowly, and found that the blade was blunt, and could not cut through a finger.He can't even choose a weapon, what a stupid kid.

The stupid child was stunned, and then cried out in fright, yelling incoherently:

"Don't come here! Kill me, and the witch will not let you go!"

In the eyes of a stupid child, this kind of neatly dressed person is a monster that can eat people.

But this man-eating monster seems to be different.

The black-haired and blue-eyed girl tilted her head to look at him, then leaned over, patted his back, and said in a language he could understand:

"Okay, okay, don't cry."

Not very tenderly, very clumsily comforting.

It was during this period of time that he heard the first words of kindness from human beings.

The stupid child let out a wow and cried even harder.

Cub eh.

cub!

Gilgamesh promised her (didn't have) cubs!

This is the first time for Master Truth to talk to the cub!

Mari Kuze happily took the roast chicken that he had just teleported back to the Connaught camp he stole, left the poor Princess Connaught who was waiting to be rescued behind him, and began to concentrate on feeding the cubs.

Truth tore off a piece of chicken and tossed it into the air, and the cubs leaped joyfully to grab it.

Soon, his shriveled belly became round, and his movements became much slower.I really thought about it, wrapped up the remaining half of the roast chicken, the stupid child seemed to want to eat it, but was seriously rejected by the truth:

"Human cubs can't eat that much at one time."

Truth proudly flaunts its knowledge of man.

The stupid boy is not that stupid after all, he keenly noticed:

"My lord, you are also the same as the witch, are you not human?"

"Who is the witch?"

"Same as you, kind and beautiful, must be a messenger sent by God."

The boy looked longingly.

It was a bit joyful to buy the cub with half a roast chicken, but she was not interested in God, so she just murmured perfunctorily and asked what she cared about:

"What's your name?"

"I don't have a name."

"? Human beings have names."

"Human beings are named by their parents, but I was picked up by the Witch."

The boy smiled shyly,

"The witch told me that she doesn't like humans. If I don't have a name, she can consider liking me for a while."

"Your witch is really troublesome."

Truth can't comprehend that some people don't like human beings and are not very happy,

"She must be jealous that humans have names and she doesn't."

The little boy who had always been very happy changed his color. He blushed and retorted falteringly:

"You are not allowed to say that about Mrs. Witch, she...she should have a name..."

"Well, I was wrong."

Truth interrupted him immediately, and couldn't wait to start the next topic,

"Then, I want to ask you, little human who was raised by the Witch..."

"While you were here, did you ever meet a little thing with golden hair and red eyes?"

Truth still thinks of Gilgamesh's cub.

The monster of conscience also knows in his heart that there are so many genetic factors affecting human appearance, and Gilgamesh is still a royal family. In such an area with frequent regime changes, bloodlines are more likely to be cut off.

So she didn't really hold out hope.

The expression on the stupid boy's face was a little strange, he stared at the truth for a few seconds:

"Have you seen the miscellaneous cultivator?"

"?!"

This mouthful truth is all too familiar.

The little girl's eyes widened in surprise, and before she came to her senses, she had rushed over and grabbed the boy:

"I know! Do you know it too? Hey, how did you know it? Is Master Truth wrong in his perception of history? Could it be that Jill moved with the whole of Uruk after I walked for a while?"

The boy whispered:

"You scratched me, my lord..."

"Oh! Sorry."

The black-haired and blue-eyed girl spun around in place to relieve her sudden hyperactivity, staring at the boy with bright eyes,

"Where is he? Take me there!"

The boy seemed a little troubled, but he lowered his head, saw that there was half a chicken left, licked his lips, and said with determination:

"I am willing to help you lure one out. In exchange, can you give me the rest of the food?"

He lowered his head in shame: "Although the witch can feed me, the taste is just..."

"Okay."

Truth threw the roast chicken to him nonchalantly, then chased him and asked,

"Can you take me there?"

The boy swiftly shuttled among the ruins of the city. His strength was poor, but with his familiarity with the terrain, a strong adult might not be able to keep up with his speed.

Truth followed his footsteps, farther and farther away from the city center, and moved to the dark forest in the distance.

That's not like a place where Gilgamesh would live.

Moreover, Uruk cannot be successfully moved in a day or two. If the move is so thorough, Gilgamesh must have become a grandfather. Can old humans really jump up and down in such a place?

The more Truth thought about it, the more wrong it became. Just as he was about to ask something, the little boy stopped.

"arrive."

"???"

Apart from the trees, there is only a dark cave in front of him, which is not the place where the king of pikapika likes to stay.

Just as Truth was about to say something, the boy suddenly rushed over and stood on tiptoe to cover her mouth:

"Don't make a sound."

He looked a little nervous:

"The witch seems to be back, I don't know... Anyway, just stay still."

"???"

What?Jill still lives with the witch-sama who hates humans? !

unacceptable!

he's changed! ! !

He used to love humans so much! ! !

Wait, is it true that Mr. Truth read the time correctly, Jill, who should have died, survived because of the witch?

This new guess made her calm down a little.

Truth pursed her mouth and said nothing, the boy heaved a sigh of relief, let go of her, leaned over, and crept into the cave.

1 minutes, 2 minutes.

Truth is getting a little impatient.

She thought that even if Gilgamesh was a super old man, he wouldn't come out to see her in a wheelchair, why would it take so long...

The leaves on the treetops above his head rustled, as if he had glimpsed the strangeness in the heart of the monster of conscience. Truth looked up, rubbed his eyes, and looked again.

—Is it an illusion?Always feel that there is a pair of eyes on the leaves?

It looks green for a while, red for a while, and black for a while? !

Truth tried to open her eyes to see clearly. At this time, there was a sound from the cave entrance, and the boy was trotting over with something in his arms.

"I brought it here."

Truth glanced behind the boy and began to speculate about the possibility of Gilgamesh learning to be invisible, but the boy quickly pointed out her mistake:

"it's here."

He lifted the cloth, revealing its contents.

Blonde "hair" cut into strips of rough cloth, "eyes" stitched crookedly with two buttons, a poor-quality doll with no mouth or nose.As soon as the boy lifted it up to the truth, its smooth face split open suddenly, revealing the cotton wool floating on the surface and the black cavity:

"Miscellaneous repair, miscellaneous repair."

"Miscellaneous, miscellaneous, miscellaneous, miscellaneous---!"

The cavity that presumably replaced the mouth resounded with monotonous voices.

"This is miscellaneous repairs,"

The little boy smiled at the truth, lowered his head and covered the "miscellaneous repair" with a cloth,

"I don't know what their actual names are, and the Witch-sama didn't tell me either. This style has no offensive power, and the other green one is more powerful..."

He paused, finally realizing that something was wrong,

"...what's the matter with you?"

It's a little scary at first glance, but combined with the fact that the doll has no power, it seems ridiculous.

Truth lowered her eyes, with no emotion on her face.She reached out to the witch's familiar and crushed it without hesitation.

A long time ago, Truth heard a funny gossip.

An educational story about a race of fools who thought they were smart and ended up suffering for themselves.

Mari Kuze once really thought that this was just a funny story.

The leaves rustled, like humans whispering.

More and more frequently, more and more loudly, like the people of Uruk who talk a lot.

Pairs and pairs of eyes emerge from behind the leaves.

Noisy cloth dolls yelling repeatedly, reptilian creatures that use human limbs to drive and walk drag the male head, a naked glamorous girl wears a white mask with painted expressions, the truth just looks at her, the smiling face on the mask Started to cry.

red tears.

"No, there are so many... Lady Witch must be back!"

cried the boy in terror, trying to yank the truth away,

"Master Witch doesn't like outsiders, hurry up—"

Truth took the boy's hand and covered his eyes with his back.

She remembered that human cubs were not suitable for seeing some pictures.

The conscience monster thought for a while, and said to the boy who was at a loss:

"Pray, little human."

"For your witch-sama, pray to any god."

The noisy dolls were quiet for a moment, as if they matched the words of truth, they opened their "mouths" in unison and sang a "song".

No longer noisy repetitive words, but gentle, devout singing.

Truth is a song that I have listened to many times and I like very much.

For Truth, that was just a few days ago, and the beautiful prostitute would hug her before going to bed, hum this song, and fall asleep peacefully.

Her gentle expression when she sang really fits the word "prayer".

Truth has never thought deeply about whom the prostitute is praying to.

Maybe the subconscious thought about it, but the truth felt unimportant.

Little by little, amidst the hypnotic singing of the familiars, Truth felt the boy's body slowly relax and fall into a sweet sleep.

"..."

The grotesque "creatures" surrounded the truth in a circle and stopped moving.That face that resembles a human but is not human can make anyone shudder, but the monster of conscience doesn't care about them.

She turned her head and looked towards the quiet cave.

The ring vibrated untimely, and wisps of electricity ran through Truth's body—that was the familiar force that pulled Truth back into this world.

Invisible forces are stirring, impatiently flocking to their birthplace.

The wish born in pure white thoughts has grown alone for too long.When it finally matured and fell to the ground, it had turned into a dark bitter fruit, buried in the same rotten thoughts.

How long has passed.

After a few days, but also thousands of years, the truth once again called out the name of the wish holder:

"Shamhart."

Its name is, Witch of Prayer.