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

"Are you ready, my little princess... let's go!"

Picking up Amiya and letting her ride on his neck, Loya started running wildly, passing through the corridor, conference room, culture department, reception room...

There was laughter and laughter along the way, and everyone greeted the two with a kind smile.

Finally, the two children stopped on the bridge.

Amiya's eyes were sparkling, and she sat next to Loya, quietly looking at the sunset.

Today, she is very happy.

Loya looked at the fading light and smiled slightly.

Rheinland Life, laboratory.

Seria came to Ifrit in a rare occasion, and Helmer stood next to her.

"The experiment is about to begin..." Helmer said worriedly in Ceria's ear.

"There's still time."

Seria held Ifrit's hand and wanted to smile, but she didn't know how to laugh, and finally gave up under the latter's puzzled gaze.

The pressure of guilt and reality was always impacting her heart - Ceria could only face the child in this state.

Ifrit knew what was going to happen next, but even so, she was happy that both Hermer and Ceria were there at the same time.

Ifrit's happiness is that simple.

But what if... what if I were a little more greedy.

So she grabbed Seria's hand, not daring to raise her head, and could only weakly request:

"Ceria, I think... I want to go out and play."

"Do not……"

Helmer wanted to refuse, but couldn't bear to say any more.

After a long silence, Ceria agreed.

"Okay, but you have to follow me closely."

So Ifrit smiled, very happily, and finally became as carefree as a child - but many people forgot that she was a child.

Time was running out, Ceria took Ifrit's hand and came to the corridor.

Charmander thought that he could visit many places, and following Ceria was like a life adventure in the Rhine.

She walked out of the laboratory and walked through the science department, but quickly stopped in the defense department.

The smile gradually disappeared, and finally he lowered his head and just looked at the road under his feet.

"Ceria, let's go back."

Stopping and letting go of her hand, Ifrit's vision became blurry.

I wanted to raise my head to stop the tears, but I was afraid that I would be discovered in an embarrassing manner.

I don’t understand, but I know very well.

The frightened, indifferent and hypocritical eyes of those people wiped out the joy in my heart bit by bit.

So they went back, and the laboratory was still cold.

Ifrit's loss made Seria feel upset, and she handed Ifrit a black box.

"The big brother who wrote you a story last time gave it to you."

Ceria was embarrassed to say that she gave it to herself.

After that, both Helmer and her left, leaving only Ifrit alone.

Open the box and there is a candy inside.

Fragmented sobs echoed in the laboratory. At this moment, she wished it was poison.

But unfortunately, it is just a piece of candy. Eat it - sweet and salty.

Soon, the experiment began.

Those syringes penetrated into various parts of Ifrit's body, and pain soon followed.

She habitually closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, her body tense.

But gradually, it became less painful.

The pain seemed to be alleviated by something, so light that Ifrit didn't feel it was pain.

Is it that candy?she thinks.

At night, Helmer still told her stories to coax her to sleep.

But Ifrit chose to pretend to be asleep today.

After Helmer left, she got the manuscript paper that she had not taken with her and wanted to hide it secretly.

After taking a look, it was filled with incomprehensible words.

Miraculously, at the end of the manuscript, Ifrit found that she could actually understand the meaning above.

[What you write here can be passed to the author Loya. 】

The author is the big brother who writes stories for himself and gives himself candy.

But I can't write...

Ifrit continued to look.

[It doesn’t matter if you can’t write, you can just do whatever you want in your mind. 】

[Come on, great hero Ifrit. 】

There is a big smiley face at the end.

So Ifrit smiled again, happier than before - for the first time, she didn't feel that those outside could deprive her of her happiness.

And in another world thousands of kilometers away.

In the small room, Loya covered Amiya with a quilt after playing with her all day, and left quietly.

At this moment, a system message sounded, with only one sentence in the content.

——"Thank you, brother Luo Ya."

It must have been what the couple's child said.

Loya smiled warmly.

I also hope that happiness and warmth will always surround you and never leave you.

Chapter 25 Lao Wei, Xiao Chen

Time passed like this day by day. Luo Ya would hold meetings and write books if he had anything to do. He would bully W and tease the little donkey if he had nothing to do.

It's a pity that Shining and Linguang have gone on a mission, and there is no one to talk seriously with Loya.

The days in the Tower of Babel were so ordinary and comfortable. If possible, Loya really wanted to forget the clouds of the civil war.

"System, publish books."

I clicked on the post like crazy, and even said it with my mouth, but the system still didn't respond.

The update has actually been delayed.

Loya fell back on the lounge chair in the Ministry of Culture and looked around. It had become deserted since the two left.

Fortunately, half an hour later, the system prompt sounded again.

【Version 2.41 has been updated. 】

[New "Trial Reading" function]

[Your book will be randomly read by a celebrity, and their evaluation will be listed on the cover. 】

[Bug fix: Now the host cannot take other people’s blind boxes. 】

Well, the celebrity effect is there, but the blind box bug is gone.

Then let’s try the new feature first… Loya selected “Celebrity Trial Reading” and attached a paragraph.

And this celebrity is indeed a celebrity.

Yan Kingdom, Longmen.

Wei Yanwu, who was sitting in the office, received a special gift.

"Where did it come from? Have you found out?"

After blowing out a smoke ring, Wei Yanwu stared at the book sent by his subordinates.

"No way to trace it, I guess it's from Kazdaele."

"I think everyone knows this... get down."

"Yes." The subordinate opened the door and left.

The book lay quietly on the table.

Not long ago, a package suddenly appeared in Longmen's administrative agency. No matter how you investigated, it seemed to appear out of thin air.

And this package says straightforwardly: To Wei Yanwu, the governor of Longmen himself.

Of course the people below didn't dare to be careless. If you take it apart, it's a book, and no matter how you look at it, it's still a book.

"Loya...interesting."

Scanning the author's name, Wei Yanwu vaguely remembered that he had written two works about Kazdaele.

But as the governor of Longmen, Wei Yanwu was not interested in these, so he just flipped through them and put them aside.

"Then look at your intentions."

Opening the book, written in the preface is a passage attached by Loya.

"Hello, I am the author Loya."

"If you are satisfied with this book, please write your review on the last page. It will be greatly appreciated."

Turning to the last page, there is a comment area written on the top and a message area written below, with a dividing line in the middle.

[What you write here will be fed back to the author. 】

Interesting, special Originium skills.

Loya should not be in the Ministry of Culture at the Tower of Babel, but in the Ministry of Intelligence.

Let’s take a look then.

Wei Yanwu turned to the first page.

What surprised him was that the style of this book was a qualitative change compared to Loya's first two books.

This made Wei Yanwu want to read on.

Harold's pilgrimage begins. During the journey, he opens up his long-lost memories.

"Harold allowed these memories to chatter in his mind, vivid, jumping, and full of energy, even though he had tried his best to avoid them for 20 years."

A reflection on the past and life began.

The deep writing style and rich plot quickly draw readers into it. As Harold's past unfolds, the more experienced people will be, the more likely they will be able to empathize with it.

Just like Wei Yanwu at this moment, he was looking at the book, but his heart was not in the book.

It seems that it’s not Harold who’s in the book, but him.

The self who killed his brother and forced his sister to death.

"These memories deeply tortured Harold, but they often appeared in his mind during the journey..."

Wei Yanwu closed the book.

After a long time, he opened it again.

Memories are always a sharp knife that can hurt people. With the author's clever layout, this knife cuts a hole in the heart.