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

When he was halfway through reading, he looked at the audience and saw that the students had their heads lowered, and Yuixing kept giving him winks.

Not right.

Loya turned his head, and Theresa was standing by the door looking at him with a smile on her face.

"..."

To be honest, it's quite scary.

Although they estimated that no one would dare to move, Loya still knocked on the table to signal the end of get out of class.

When I walked up to Theresia, she was still as elegant, gentle and dignified as before.

"Where's Amiya? Didn't you say you would come with her?"

"Still in the car," Theresa said softly: "Even for the sake of the child, you should come back and take a look."

There was a hint of complaint and blame in his tone, as if he was a wicked person who fled in fear of crime and did not dare to go back.

After all, in a certain sense, he had stabbed Theresia in the back, so Loya had no choice but to pretend not to understand and change the subject angrily:

"I really can't leave recently. I was just about to go back when I received the news that you were coming."

"Let's not talk about this... I'm going to see Amiya."

"Yeah." Theresa nodded.

The two came to the east gate. There was only one car here except for two sentries who were dedicated to their duties. In front of them was an endless, barren flat wasteland.

"You stay with her, I'll go meet the others." Theresa said.

Loya gave her a reassuring look. .

Little Rabbit sneaked up to the car. He was sitting in the passenger seat in a daze, completely unaware of anyone approaching.

Loya opened the car door suddenly, bared his teeth and yelled:

"Wow!"

"ah!"

Amiya was startled, and then she threw herself into his arms in surprise.

Loya took the little rabbit out, lifted it high - put it down - lifted it high.

Amiya didn't stop until she couldn't stop laughing.

But as soon as he landed, the little rabbit held Loya's hand aggrievedly and complained:

"Loya, you haven't come to see me for a long time."

"Ah, it's my fault. I've been too busy recently."

"Is it about school?"

"Uh-huh."

"Oh……"

Amiya lowered her head. For some reason, her mood became very bad again.

Thinking that he was too busy and alienated her, Loya decided to avoid the topic, turned to look inside the car, and said with a smile:

"Didn't you bring your violin?"

"Ah."

"Then let's go paint, let's go."

Luo Ya took Amiya and turned around and walked into the school, talking about some interesting things and not noticing her expression.

Until Amiya stopped, grabbed his hand and stopped moving forward.

Luo Ya turned around, knelt down and stroked her little head.

"Anything on your mind?"

Amiya nodded.

"Hmm... let me think about it, it has something to do with Theresia, and it also has something to do with me, right?"

Amiya nodded again.

"what……"

Loya laughed, picked her up and changed the route. The two returned to the car, one sitting in the driver's seat and the other in the passenger seat.

"You asked Theresia, but she didn't tell you, right?"

"Ah."

"Then let me be the villain."

With a gentle smile, Loya started the car and sped towards the third post.

Since Amiya wants to know, Loya has no reason to stop her.

The atmosphere was extremely silent along the way. About 10 minutes later, the third post arrived.

Loya got out of the car and opened the door for her instead of hugging the little rabbit.

The young Custer witnessed this scene for the first time:

No place could be described as clean, and a towering stench filled the entire outpost.

Countless Sakaz refugees were piled up in their clothes and scattered in every corner where they could rest. The exposed Originium on their bodies seemed to have caused them to lose their emotions and they remained motionless.

Amiya truly set foot on this miserable land for the first time.

All she saw was disaster and all she heard was pain.

Disease, hunger, death... From time to time, sentries passed by, carrying a dead body.

There were no cries, no shouts of pain.

Death becomes commonplace and grief becomes less blatant.

Half-kneeling down, Loya covered Amiya's eyes from behind and whispered into her ear:

"That's why Theresia didn't tell you."

"We're all doing the same thing and want this to never happen again."

Turning Amiya's body around, she looked into those blue eyes.

Confused, frightened, puzzled...the same as before.

almost.

Loya looked at Amiya's condition:

"Come on, let's go back."

Just as he was about to stand up, she grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

"Loya, I...I..."

As she spoke, Amiya stubbornly wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes and said firmly:

"If this is what I have to face in the future, then I accept it."

"Really?" Luo Ya was stunned.

Amiya has grown up so much.

Then, he smiled and said: "That's fine."

Holding Amiya's hand, the two gradually approached the refugee camp and walked through them.

Most people had their heads lowered, and occasionally some raised their heads, but they just looked at Amiya with dull eyes.

"These are refugees who came here a few months ago," Loya explained.

Amiya seemed to feel something, observing the changes in everyone.

She didn't understand why their eyes changed only when they saw Luo Ya, and they even greeted him weakly.

And Loya will respond one by one, just like talking to his friends.

"Hey, Mr. Loya!"

A strong voice came. Turning his eyes, it was a middle-aged Sakaz.

"It's nice to meet you."

He shook hands with Loya who came forward, and then looked at the little rabbit beside him: "Hello, little girl."

Amiya was a little scared and hid behind Loya, making him laugh.

"Sorry, I can't help you."

Looking at the Origin Stone that had covered his face, Loya felt a little depressed.

"I will die sooner or later. Sir, you have done your best to provide me with a final residence."

That Sakaz was very optimistic. He was also a reader before the war, and he had already read "Quiet Kazdare".

"It's so well written, sir. I have always wanted to write a book like this to tell my descendants not to listen to the nonsense of the two kings and fight wars, haha..."

After speaking, he smiled, picked up the book, and started reading by himself.

Without disturbing him, Loya took Amiya away.

It was already dusk when they got back to the car, and the two drove away.

On the way, the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

Amiya lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking.

Luo Ya glanced at her and said softly:

"You don't have to be afraid of them, Amiya."

"Everyone has a fair right to survive, whether they are infected or Sakaz."

He didn't say much because Amiya would understand sooner or later.

Theresia's attitude towards her was already quite obvious, and the burden of the Tower of Babel would fall on Amiya.

After stopping the car, Loya suddenly stretched out his right hand:

"So, Amiya, no matter what happens in the future, remember this, okay?"

"We pull the hook."

"Yes, I promise Loya."

Raising her head and waiting until her two little fingers hooked together, Amiya spoke again:

"Then Loya must also promise me."

"You have to watch me grow up and don't let me become a bad person."

"..." Luo Ya was silent for a while.

The setting sun slanted in through the back window, outlining two shadows, one large and one small.

Finally, he smiled and agreed.

"it is good."

Chapter 50 "The Murderers"

Back on campus, Loya was inevitably scolded by Theresia.

Although this woman doesn't know how to curse, she is very good at hiding the sword in her smile, so after thinking about it, it would be better to have her own W.

So Luo Ya held her and had a good sleep that night, and woke up feeling refreshed.

On February 1094, 2, the first batch of students from Kazdaele University was about to graduate.

Loya stepped into the classroom, and everyone under the podium looked at him, waiting for the principal to say something.

Loya's eyes passed over each of their faces. To his disappointment, most people's faces only expressed excitement and joy about graduating, but there was no trace of worry about the future.

In the last two months of their lives, these students have been like this.