I am a tutor/Terra transcriber in Terra, but the enlightenment stream

"Thank you, Mr. Loya."

This is what Theresa commented.

When it was the doctor's turn, he first flipped through the book several times, then turned to specific pages and read them carefully.

After thinking for a while, the doctor said: "It is indeed a surprise, Kelsey."

“We may be able to do things we couldn’t do before.”

The doctor stood up, found a blank piece of paper and spread it on the table.

Theresia understood what the doctor meant, took over the topic, and explained:

"I, Tracys, can agree on that."

"Sarkaz must never forget what he fought for."

"Yes." The doctor nodded, wrote a string of words with a pen, circled it, and it read:

"Sarkaz Cultural Identity" and "Terran Public Opinion"

Final verdict:

"It is imperative to publish "Childhood"."

Just when Loya was lying in the tent in a daze, news from the system finally came.

[Your book "Childhood" has been highly praised by the first readers. 】

[According to system monitoring, the organization you selected - "Tower of Babel" has started promoting books. 】

Luo Ya breathed a sigh of relief, but actually he was still quite uneasy.

It has to be said that the submission of this letter of nomination still has the nature of gambling.

If "Childhood" is not delivered to the key members of the Tower of Babel, or if Theresa does not know the purpose of the book, then Loya's first published book can be said to be in vain.

At this time, the system bar changed again.

[Book: "Childhood" (officially accepted)]

[Starting country: Kazdaele]

[Readers: 3/3 (number of readers/number of likes)]

[Current scope of communication: Kazdel Tower of Babel Organization]

The interface was still very brief, but the official acceptance behind it surprised Loya.

He really didn’t expect that just a moment later, the book would already be handed to Theresia’s hand.

The administrative efficiency of the Tower of Babel is so terrifying.

That's really the right place.

Loya planned to discuss this matter with W later.

Because it has not spread on a large scale, he has not received any rewards yet, but Loya is not in a hurry.

Miss W was not here either, and Loya lost his only pleasure, and a feeling of idleness came to his door.

This feeling didn't go away even after three years of fighting on the battlefield. Maybe it was because W protected him so well.

Thinking of those two candies, Loya felt a little funny, so he decided to make a return gift.

Repaying kindness with kindness, Luo Ya thought about it and gave up his plan to go back as a prank.

But I don’t have anything special with me, so just give me a potato, a hot potato.

Just as he was told, Loya skewered the potatoes he grabbed from W in the morning on a wire and roasted them outside.

It was a bit hot and might fall to the ground, so the potato was wrapped with several layers of white paper. Loyati wrote a few words on it with a pen and drew a smiling face that he thought was vivid.

After doing all this, Luo Ya was satisfied and sent it.

He likes these idealists.

Because he was and is.

In the ice field, Tallulah did not organize any specific task arrangements for today. She even did not eat for a whole day and spent all her time studying eagerly.

She decided to take the first step tonight, a real first step unlike in the past.

The knowledge in the book penetrated Tallulah's mind and stirred up the storm inside. Even though she had read it many times, in Terra, the materialist philosophy that lacked a prerequisite foundation still gave her a headache in understanding.

I was immersed in the book, but the book automatically turned to the last page.

A ball wrapped in white paper appeared out of thin air, with an ugly smiley face and a sentence on it.

"Be careful of the heat."

Tallulah smiled softly.

It seemed Mr. "L" didn't mind her prank.

The tired fighter opened the white paper, where a steaming potato lay quietly.

She took a bite.

Not hot, but warm.

Then take a nap...

Tallulah walked out holding the potatoes.

Today's affairs are proceeding in an orderly manner under the arrangements of Yelena and Alina.

Everyone will say hello when they see her, especially the Snow Monster team, they are the most lively and come to make people laugh from time to time, although they will all "fight among themselves" in the end.

The second is the children, who will always jump up and grab their clothes and call them "Sister, Sister", and then proudly say what they did today, and then Tallulah will praise him.

Tallulah finished her potatoes and walked back.

Open page No. 30 of this book

"The infected are essentially a group of victims. Their mental level is no different from normal people, but they suffer terribly under the persecution of the empire."

This passage becomes simple and vivid.

His pen was still as sharp as ever, but only the enemy was hurt.

As the night progressed, Tallulah closed the book and took out a stack of white paper. The title was written prominently at the top.

—Our real enemy, and why we fight

She began writing about the first steps that were part of the integration movement.

Maybe the black snake's voice will still ring in my ears from time to time during the process.

But Tallulah is no longer childish.

His eyes returned to Kazdaele.

It’s still a familiar night conversation.

Loya said to W lying next to him: "I have decided to go to the Tower of Babel.

W didn't move, didn't even open his eyes, he just opened his mouth slightly:

"I'll go talk to Hedley tomorrow."

"Ah."

A short conversation, not so many reasons and justifications.

Just like what W said.

——You just need to remember that our destiny is connected.

At noon the next day, Loya received a special gift.

[The picture album has been unlocked, please check it carefully. 】

Click on it and it will be a clear photo.

The howling cold wind of the ice field blew up some ice and snow, and Loya could only see her back.

The fighter stood on a makeshift platform made of stacked boxes, holding a piece of white paper tightly in his right hand and waving it vigorously with his left hand.

In front of them were people of all sizes, dressed in different styles. The frightening source stones exposed on their skin were lost to the twinkle in their eyes.

Directly below the photo was written a line of elegant handwriting.

"We fight for our compatriots, we fight for the oppressed, and we fight for justice and justice."

Chapter 8 Sakaz, Sakaz

Time passed day by day as usual, and Kazdaele was still as chaotic as ever.

But there have been some new changes recently.

A group of Sakaz mercenaries came down from the battlefield. As soon as they picked up a bottle of wine, a man in black robes came over.

People here are no stranger to him, because in recent days, he has been telling some very funny plots here.

They never cared about where this person came from or what his purpose was. They only cared about the book in his hand and the fun that came out of his mouth.

It doesn't matter if you don't know how to read, as long as someone speaks it. This kind of entertainment program is still new in Kazdaele, so many people are willing to listen.

"Where did you talk yesterday? Let me see..."

The man in black robe is also unruly. He often makes the mercenaries laugh with his funny tone.

"Oh, it's here..."

He began to tell.

The old mercenary Gregory chose to take Loya, a weak child, and did not teach him to kill. Instead, he and another mercenary, Xiao Gigan, worked hard to teach him literacy and music, even though they themselves did not know a few words or understood anything. music.

"Loya cried out Gregory's name, but Gregory just told him to leave quickly. Because of excessive blood loss, the old mercenary could not hold on for long."

"Hiding aside in panic, Loya only heard an explosion, and then there was no more sound, whether it was the enemy's or Grigory's..."

At this point, the mercenaries burst into laughter. They patted the shoulders of those around them and mocked:

"Look, there are still such stupid people in the world."

"Yeah, that's really stupid."

They laughed.

Some are real smiles, some are fake smiles.

Others just silently picked up the bottle and drank it in one gulp.

The same scene happened in many places in Kazdaele.

There seems to be no change. The numb Sakaz are still numb. They only care about how they live today and never imagine a tomorrow that may not exist.

However, changes only happen quietly.

Colombia is a country known for its freedom - at least that's what they claim.

When he came home from school, Feinuo lowered his head and looked listless.

She had a bad day at school, and her classmates still didn't want to get close to her.

Mom doesn't know what she's busy with, maybe she's moving again.

And he forgot the electric guitar he promised to buy her.

Where is the father?

Feinuo looked around. The living room was not big, and the decoration was simple and even crude. There was no trace of his father in it.

Are you in the bedroom? Feinuo quietly opened the door of his parents' bedroom.

Sure enough, the father was concentrating on reading a book and didn't even notice his daughter walking in.

Feinuo originally wanted to ask his father a question.

But for some reason he didn't say anything, and just looked at him quietly, watching that face changing constantly, watching his eyes filled with tears.

Feinuo had never seen such a father.

She couldn't tell what the feeling was. She was young and didn't understand these complicated things.