Terra copy, but the enlightenment stream/I am a mentor in Terra

The man became interested and took one and looked at it.

"What were you before the war?"

"Why did you go to war?"

"What are your plans after the war is over?"

There are three questions in total.

After reading it, the man was not interested in answering. He threw the watch on the ground casually and turned around to leave.

The man in black robe didn't say anything when he saw this, and called more Sakaz over:

"Does anyone else want to fill out the form? I can write it for you if you don't know how to write."

"This is the questionnaire sent by Mr. Loya, and it will be handed directly to him."

As if he heard the keyword, the man paused, turned around and asked:

"Who?"

"Mr. Loya."

So he picked up the watch again.

"I can't write, please help me write."

"no problem."

Ten minutes later, the man left with satisfaction and asked for the direction of the Tower of Babel.

He held the little flower in his hand tightly, even though it had withered, Yan Ke still wanted to give it to him.

These men in black robes appeared all over Kazdaele. Instead of giving lectures today, they handed out questionnaires and ghostwritten books.

In another open space, the "Loya Sect" trio also gathered around.

"Sister, if you have finished writing, please help me write it too."

"Why can't I write it for you?"

"I can't even stand your words."

"you……"

Daily bickering is an integral part of the three of them.

Yuixing ignored them and buried his head while writing the questionnaire.

The last question is planning after the war.

She thought for a while and finally wrote: "I want to be a teacher, tell stories to children and teach them literacy."

I have finished writing, but I don’t want to hand in the form yet. Since the questionnaire will be handed to Luo Ya, the meteorite also has his own selfish motives.

At the end of the table, she secretly added a paragraph, hoping that Mr. Loya could see it.

And what about Loya?Loya, who has returned from his trip to Sakaz, how is he?

He locked himself in the house, even though there were many worried people standing behind the door.

Sitting at the desk, Luo Ya's writing has not stopped since the beginning.

His face was expressionless, writing like a cold machine.

W watched him write without saying a word, without making a sound to comfort or dissuade him.

It seemed that it was almost the end. Luo Ya's pen was getting faster and faster, until the words at the back were deformed.

At the last sentence, he stopped and asked:

"W, what if I fail."

"None of the promises I made to you can be fulfilled, and in the end I even find that all my efforts were in vain."

"What should I do then?"

W didn't answer, just poked his head.

It's not a problem, W knows.

Neither of the two spoke anymore.

There was no more swiping of pens in the room, it was very quiet, so quiet that it was dull.

Loya finally smiled and opened the system mail.

"What were you before the war?"

The answers vary.

There are businessmen, teachers, doctors... and some are originally soldiers.

Second question, "Why did you go to war?"

Some said they didn't know, and some said they wanted to live a good life, but no one said they were fighting for war's sake.

Finally, "What are your plans after the war is over?"

"I want to have a family."

"I thought I could have a son and send him to school."

“I think we can grow food in our soil, too.”

"I want to go out and prove that we are not demons."

"I think……"

There is another very interesting answer.

"I don't know, maybe I'll raise some flowers and plants...I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

And finally, some special words were stuffed into the small questionnaire.

"I am Qiuxing, a member of the team you met a few days ago."

"Mr. Loya, last time you left in a hurry, I didn't have time to say anything."

"Thank you for your recognition of my teacher. I also want to say something to you."

"To me, to us, you are like the man holding the torch high in the dark Kazdare. As long as we follow your footsteps, we will never be lost."

"The flames of civil war will not destroy our will. As long as Sakaz still exists, we will never stop."

"Sir, please lead us on."

It was written by a little girl named Yuixing, and Luo Ya still had an impression of her.

"How can I be so powerful? I'm just a book writer."

"Haha" laughed twice, Luo Ya picked up the pen and wrote the last sentence smoothly.

He thought and wrote for a long time, deleting, editing, and writing down everything he saw and thought in the past few days.

It is a poem, a poem written for myself.

W is illiterate, but can feel the power contained in Loya's words.

——To myself:

"In the face of life and death, you showed strength."

"Although I had panic and although it was very difficult, I chose to be strong in the end."

"You know that weakness will not help, and tears cannot change the facts, but you still choose to be strong."

"The final outcome may be unimaginable, and you will never be able to hold your chest up again."

“But that’s what it’s like to be strong.”

"You live standing up, even if your whole body is shot, you still smile and throw the gun."

“It’s hard to be strong.”

"So, I choose to be strong."

Luo Ya suddenly stood up and bit Miss W's index finger that was poking her head.

"I'm leaving, everyone is impatient."

He smiled and waved to W, and opened the door under her smiling eyes.

Amiya, Linguang, Margaret, Keluciel...

Everyone present watched him emerge from the haze with joyful eyes.

But there is only one person missing here.

Not Kelsey and the Doctor, but the person who should appear the most.

"I made everyone worry, I'm fine."

He touched the little rabbit's head, gave Margaret a hug, and said hello to Keluciel, Shining, and others.

Loya took firm steps and walked in a certain direction.

"he……"

Margaret tried to stop him, but Shining shook his head.

W, who came out behind Loya, didn't make a sound either.

Shining spoke:

"Doctor and Kelsey will also stop others. This is Loya and Theresia's business. I believe them..."

Here, Loya opened the door to the bridge and looked up at the sky.

So perfect for now.

Dark clouds were gathering, the light was blocked, the surroundings were dark, and the wind on the bridge blew Loya's coat.

The rainstorm is coming.

Loya slowly walked to the edge of the bridge and turned on the communicator.

"Theresia, you need to give me an explanation."

Chapter 21 Confrontation in the storm

The metal door slowly opened to both sides, and then slowly closed.

With light steps, the white king came to attend the appointment.

Since the last meeting room ended unhappily, the conflict between the two broke out.

Loya was on the edge, her coat unbuttoned.

The strong wind blew up the hems of their clothes. He did not turn around to face Theresia, and his back looked a little bleak.

"I really can't help you win this war, Theresia."

"But I don't think you should hide it from me and push me away."

His tone was calm, as if the person who was pushed away like this was not him.

Theresia didn't say anything because it wasn't over yet.

It can even be said that it has not started yet.

It's just that the atmosphere is getting more and more depressing, and the dark clouds in the sky are like strangling people's throats, making it difficult to breathe.

"You know why I'm sad, right."

"Theresia, I always thought we were friends."

Both of them knew it.

But, Theresia, you understand everything, you have failed my choice.

You will lose and there will be many people to die with you.

But, Theresia, I don’t want Kazdale to be destroyed in the war, and I made a promise to someone.

"I don't want what I did to be in vain, Theresia."