wandering fairy

.Chapter 2 The Old Pedant

"There is nothing so perfect in this world." On the open window sill of a mountain fortress in the tall Green Rock City, the Holy King, who was stronger than a bison, held a wine glass and exchanged for Miss Lelin, who was dressed in a yellow and black heroic outfit, and the follower next to him. The same black robe 'Priest Magellan' babbled: "Just when the father of the country led the people to fight against the sky and the earth, when they worked hard and were rewarded by later generations. A small group of people with ulterior motives conspired to rebel. Fortunately, the mother of the country noticed it in time To mobilize troops to put down the rebellion, this eliminates the malignant tumor that endangers the children and grandchildren. Originally, the father and grandfather of the country believed that everyone was of the same language and the same race, and they were friends and tribes separated by a strip of water. These people were treated lightly. Unexpectedly, they still make It’s the opposite. Are you really going to force us to cut the weeds and root them out?”

Lelin, who had seen the mine before, really wanted to frown, but she still had to look like she worshiped idols and said, "Then what are you sending them away for? Did you go to the edge of the mountain to reclaim the barren hills? I heard that That's a lot of work." The holy king, who was tasting the orange mountain wine, nodded very naturally: "Yes, I just went to open up wasteland and dig some ore by the way."

Chi Lelin was upset: he really was a guy who lied and didn't write drafts.If I have never been to the mine and I am given it by you now, Master Dong Hezi is right. The things in the propaganda are always true and false, and the key details are deliberately deleted. The key point is to make people believe the false part.No matter which faction is the same, before the exact details are known, no comments or feelings can be trusted that I am not a fool this time.

Seeing a bit of a cold scene, Dong Hezi, who was slowly tasting the mountain sweet cake, stepped forward and said to the lofty holy king: "The murals on the wall here are so stylish, they are not like ordinary paintings. Real oil paintings, but It is simple and vigorous, with a sense of primitiveness and vitality. This is the first time I have seen it in your country. Is it a full-time court painter?"

The Holy King nodded and said: "He is also a sculptor. Some of the statues in our holiday manor are designed or made by him. His craftsmanship is good, but it is too rigid. If you like it, I will ask him to make a few for you Draw, or make a few gold and silver statues."

While chatting, the two listened to the sound of gun-tongue negotiations coming from the room not far away—this time it was Elder Kologa who brought a few assistants from the Galori clan whose limbs looked like ferocious lycanthropes, inlaid In the elegant stone hall with colorful stone reliefs, he bargained with the king's important officials and the priests of the Earth Mother Church, and endlessly chattered about the dispatch of troops from the Sivanus Church.The two sides also quarreled excitedly several times.

After finally making it to noon, they were also hungry after arguing, so Xiu Hui, who looked a little tired, came out to have lunch with Dong Hezi, the Holy King and others.Since Green Rock City was still under siege, the quaint carved ua long table had only simple food and wine on it, although there were shiny, wealthy and shiny silver tableware.After everyone was seated, they found that there was an extra seat diagonally below.

"That's for Mr. Yingqidan." The gilded holy king said: "He's coming later, let's start together." After chatting for about 10 minutes, he finally walked away from the large ruddy geometric pattern in the hall. Here comes a mountain giant who is not young and has white hair.

The artist named 'Ying Qidan' has a mediocre appearance, neither long hair nor beard, neither tall nor outstanding.On the contrary, there are a pair of obvious black and blue eye bags hanging under a pair of aging eyes, and there are three layers of folds, which is particularly interesting.

This 'artist' wearing an ancient long gown and a fur scarf still has his hands in each other's sleeves, like a dull old pedant standing there in the winter.To put it nicely is called 'elegant demeanor'; to put it badly, it is called 'lack of appearance'. In any case, he saluted the holy king and the guests, but it was not a formal kneeling salute or hat-off for nobles. Bending down to salute—because his hair is extremely short, he is almost bald, and he doesn’t wear a hat. Instead, he made an ancient gesture of raising his arms and clenching his fists, and then jumped a few inexplicable movements on the spot like a neurotic, which is considered a salute.

When everyone was confused and Lelin next to him even wanted to laugh, the holy king, who was as green as a transparent emerald, spoke: "This is Mr. Ying Qidan, a master of ancient paintings and statues here. He Don't be surprised if you like to salute with ancient etiquette. Mr. Ying Qidan, how are you doing recently? Are you comfortable?"

"Uncomfortable" The voice of the old pedant with triple bags under the eyes was not high, and he even felt a little procrastinated, but that firm tone sounded like he was not afraid of power, and when he said it badly, he was arrogant. b: "I heard that Your Majesty wants Removing the Ferdines Columns all over the country? Those columns are ancient cultural relics."

King Green Light, who was fastening a white napkin for himself, replied casually: "Those rebels killed people under the stone pillars to gain the favor of false gods and demons, so as to continue their evil deeds of massacring people and order. Those Ferdines stone pillars have been It has become their symbol. Now that people's hearts are floating, we need a strong action to show our attitude and encourage the people at the bottom. Well, come and have a meal. Everyone is hungry, and you are the only one waiting."

But the old pedant with triple eye bags on the opposite side stood still, with a firm posture of iron shoulders and morality: "But it is the fault of people, not the fault of cultural relics. How can we destroy cultural treasures because of human mistakes? If you do it, you will be cursed by your children and grandchildren. I think of His Majesty, please stop this unwise and short-sighted behavior."

The holy king, who was about to pick up a knife and fork to enjoy grape sweetbread, frowned and said, "Short-sighted??? Mr. Ying Qidan, if we can't boost morale now, the danger of the king's downfall will increase. If our entire country is destroyed , are there still so-called children and grandchildren? Even if there are children and grandchildren, are they still the children and grandchildren we want to see? Even if there are no children and grandchildren, why are you talking about being "cursed by children and grandchildren"? Why are you so short-sighted? Woolen cloth?"

The old pedant with triple eye bags on the opposite side is still steadfast: "But this war and these dangers of destruction are all due to the fault of people, not the fault of cultural relics. When people make mistakes, instead of punishing people, they destroy precious culture. A relic, isn’t this a misunderstood misunderstood? This will affect His Majesty’s sageness.”

As soon as the words were finished, the extraordinary holy king with a green body as bright as his skin couldn't help but sneered: "A ferocious enemy cuts off a ferocious animal skin coat, adds prestige to himself, and then comes to you. And you, if you want to save your life, you have to slash him with a knife. Do you hold back and wait for someone to kill you because 'it's the man's fault, not the fur coat'?Now the evil rebels use those stone pillars to increase their prestige, intimidate ordinary civilians, and threaten the people that if they do not obey or loyal to the country, they will be executed by their families.The stone pillars are their "animal skin coats" to show off their prestige.Mr. Ying Qidan, isn't this a waste of food because of choking, and a wrong understanding?This can seriously affect your reputation"

Mr. Ying Qidan with triple bags under his eyes didn't give up: "Even if you want to boost morale and strengthen everyone's belief, you don't have to destroy the Dines Stone Pillar. It would be a great loss to destroy everything like this." But this time the Holy King was facing him. The answer was more straightforward: "Then you come up with a way to boost morale and strengthen beliefs. If it works, I will stop this action immediately."

As a result, Mr. Ying Qidan, with triple eye bags, couldn't answer. He tried his best to wriggle his mouth to say something. He stood there for a long time before suddenly changing the subject and asking: "But I heard another thing——Do you want to say something?" Abolish the 'Mosnes Ceremony' that we have inherited since ancient times? This is an excellent cultural tradition that we have passed down since ancient times. Why should it be abolished suddenly? This behavior of disrespecting culture is too frivolous."

The strong holy king on the opposite side finally couldn't help it anymore: "Respect for history and tradition does not mean that you have to live with tradition on your head every day, otherwise you don't use soft paper when you go to the latrine, directly from the Just pick up a few dead leaves on the ground and stuff them into your farts. And, I didn’t say it would be abolished, I meant that it would be suspended. Because this custom is used by those rebels as a symbol of distinction. To say that holding this ceremony is Their people are their enemies if they don’t hold it or don’t hold it seriously. In this ceremony, they advocate the differences between the tribes, favor the ancients instead of the gold, and criticize the mulberry, just to create divisions between places Our ancestors have worked so hard to form the big country we are today, and we can defeat those in the southeast. In short, we can’t let these people intimidate us, so we have to order the people of the whole country to stop this custom, to show our firm determination to suppress bandits, and to protect us. Unity and keeping our strength cohesive is the right way to protect our race and species in this dangerous world."

"But our excellent culture." Before the 'old pedant' with triple eye bags could finish speaking, he was interrupted impatiently by the majestic king on the opposite side: "It's not excellent anymore. The rituals and culture you mentioned, to put it bluntly, were for The social consciousness created by safeguarding the interests of their respective tribes was of great significance to the inheritance of our knowledge and customs, and the continuation of our lives and ways of existence. But you paid attention to me-we are no longer a tribe, We're a 'Kingdom'Kingdom' you know?We need to establish a centralized and unified ethnic group ideology, so that we can mobilize the power of the whole country. This is what we need, not a group of independent and backward ideologies set up for wild tribes that were lawless and arrogant. The patriarch of the anti-wind clan, don't you know their end? "

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