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

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Intrigue and strife were far away from him for the time being.

May 5th, a calm day.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Loya sat back on his throne, which was next to the window.

The climate in southern Ursus is neither hot nor cold, so the sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows is very comfortable.

Sonia is revising the final chapter of "The Sherlock Holmes", "The Uncanny Valley".

In fact, it is not the last chapter, so the book is now called "The Sherlock Holmes", which means it will be sold in two volumes.

It was almost time, Sonia stopped writing, and Loya's story time began.

Today’s story is about the tundra, which is very similar to a text.

The original text is that a group of evil infected people attacked important facilities of the empire and kidnapped another group of infected people.

But Loya tells a different story.

"The working environment in the mine was extremely poor and the punishment was severe. Because the infected people couldn't bear it, they cooperated with another group of infected people who had escaped and attacked the mine..."

Loya's narration has become objective from the initial obscurity, but he has always been impersonal and tried his best to reduce his subjective position.

It was precisely because of this that Sonia could listen.

Rosalin didn't care. She had no big ambitions and joined the army just to show off and prove to her parents and others.

These things seemed far away from her. Life, death and separation were distant themes to Rosalin, and even to Sonia now.

Not interested in listening anymore, Rosalin took out a pen and scribbled on the paper. After a while, she drew the appearance of Sherlock Holmes in her mind.

He lifted it up and looked at the painting, then looked at Loya. Well, they were exactly the same.

"Loya, Loya!" she shouted, interrupting the story.

"You bastard, please calm down!"

Sonia waved her fist, the threat was self-evident.

Rosalin ignored her and excitedly took out her simple drawing and showed it to the two of them.

"How about it, does it look good?"

Luo Ya took a look and saw that his level was still good, on par with him, so he nodded.

Rosalind suddenly said: "Add my name to the author list, and I will draw illustrations for you!"

Sonia glared at her: "Why are you joining in the fun? Go ahead and dream of being a general."

"Forget it." Rosalin grimaced.

Compared to the illusory future, she actually prefers this kind of life where friends play together and strive for a goal.

Unlike "gang" fights or nightclub drinking, this sense of satisfaction is incomparable to the former.

"Damn General Dong..."

Rosalin murmured something in a low voice and continued to immerse herself in painting to vent her frustration.

The story was interrupted, the sense of atmosphere was gone, and Loya did not intend to continue telling it.

The finishing work of the novel has been completed, it’s up to Sonia to revise it.

But as we go later, the logic of the novel becomes more complex and rigorous, and the revision work becomes more and more difficult and takes longer and longer.

Sonia has been revising it for three days and it is expected to be completed tomorrow.

Enjoying the sunshine, Loya closed her eyes and took a nap until she was woken up by Rosalin who was hungry and clamoring for food.

At this moment, there were only two people left in the library.

At dusk, with the bustle and crowds of students passing by the library, Loya thought more than once that he had returned to the earth, and more than once wanted to stay here.

Keren always has to look forward.

After stretching, Loya stood up.

"gone."

"Aren't you going to eat together?"

"Forget it today."

"..."

Sonia put down her pen and looked at the man's leaving figure.

It always felt like he changed a lot when he woke up.

"Loya, wait."

Sonia called him, and he also stopped and stood at the door of the library without looking back, waiting for Sonia's next words.

After hesitation, Sonia said:

"The manuscript has been sorted out. The last chapter will be revised tonight. I will show it to you tomorrow and we will go to the publishing house together."

"Okay." He agreed behind his back.

Even though my book is about to be published, I am not in a happy mood.

Sonia asked again:

"What are your plans for the future?"

"I? Will continue to be a teacher and teach many students."

This answer is not surprising.

In Sonia's eyes, Loya has always been a very approachable, laid-back and good person. Among all the teachers at Peterheim Middle School, he is the only one who thinks highly of them.

There were no other questions. Sonia made the decision she had thought about for a long time:

"I don't want to join the army anymore, Loya."

"You're right. Maybe soldiers are not as good as I thought. Then I will be a writer and write what I want to write."

"Okay."

After hearing this, he finally turned around and smiled brightly.

"I'll be here tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you, and then we'll go to the publishing house together to publish our book."

After saying that, Loya disappeared into the sunset.

"Our book..."

Smiling softly, Sonia clutched the manuscript tightly and returned to the dormitory to look forward to tomorrow.

Publish, become famous, make money, gain readers, the future is bright.

But fate is never easy.

A variable is about to be born and affect the entire chess game over time.

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The extremely oppressive feeling of suffocation prevented Mayor Boris from having a good sleep for several months.

Chernobog was exposed to the soldiers of the old nobles, but no one came forward to explain or confront him.

Maybe the city is doomed.

He lowered his head, not daring to face these two uninvited guests.

"Count Boris."

The person who came was a little angry, as if he was scolding him.

"There's a big bug in Chernobog, and you don't even know it."

Chapter 13 Final Lesson

May [-]th happens to be a Friday, the day before the publishing house closes. If the book is sent there before the afternoon, it can be published on Monday.

There was no history class in the morning, so Sonia skipped it of course - classes without Loya were just a waste of time.

It wasn't until the first class started at eight o'clock that Sonia sorted out the manuscript and slowly set off from the dormitory.

This was a tacit understanding between the two. If there were no classes in the morning, Sonia would write with Loya in the library, because there was no one except them at that time, and later there was Rosalind.

After playing with Luo Ya for a long time, my anxious temper has been tempered a lot. I never thought I could feel calm like this before.

But learning to be calm is also the first lesson to become a writer. In a few days, I will be a writer myself.

Thinking of this, Sonia couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Looking at the book "Thoughts on the Government of the Ursus Empire" again, the things mentioned in the book probably have nothing to do with her anymore, so she will burn them when she comes back.

Rosalin has been clamoring to draw illustrations. That idiot has now lost his gang. If he doesn't accept her anymore, he may have to cry secretly alone.

Hehe, his general is defeated, what a shame.

Sonia was in a happy mood and glanced at the blue sky and white clouds.

The warm sun brings beautiful morning light - today is a good day.

There were just a few people on the playground, and no one could be seen in the aisle. There were only two boys chatting quietly on a bench not far away.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Sonia hugged the manuscripts in her arms tightly. They were the hard work of her and Loya for two months, for fear of losing them.

This gust of wind also carried the content of the conversation between the two, and you could vaguely hear that soldiers came to the school today.

So is this the reason why there are so few people today?

In the past, Sonia might have gone to watch with interest, but she had more important things to do now, so she went straight to the library.

Surprisingly, the further we walked toward the library, the more people there became.

I met Rosalind on the road and hurried back with her head lowered. She was so uninterested that she didn't notice Sonia's presence.

"What happened?" Sonia called her.

"I don't know. I didn't squeeze in. Many adults came, including the principal."

Rosalyn shrugged.

"I heard that an infected person sneaked into the school. He was in the library, and the soldiers captured him."

"...I've been looking for Luo Ya for a long time. Have you seen him?"

"Sonia? Hey, Big Fist, are you listening?"

Sonia... Sonia...