People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

If it is defined as a crime, going to such a place like a martyr's cemetery to steal sacrifices is a felony comparable to murder.

If ordinary people were to choose, most of them would probably choose to steal things from civilians, why would they choose to take greater risks.

And for this question.

Elmes said something strange again.

"Because someone made me...not right...."

"Woolen cloth?"

"Because it's the [don't] food?"

"what?"

Elmes continued speaking calmly.

"Dead people can neither eat nor drink, nor can they smell the fragrance of flowers. Food will only be wasted if it is placed there. Isn't it different from what is thrown into the trash can?"

"Since it's something no one wants, give it to me, I won't waste it."

What a strange logic this is.

As if they have never been in contact with the collective, they are not at all like those of the Teyvat people, and they reject the general perceptual and rational cognition.

[This idea will not be accepted]

Even if you don't understand others other than yourself.

But the brain has already remembered this answer in pain and hunger.

After speaking, he closed his eyes, ready to be angered.

But what sounded at the next moment was not the roar and insults that he was used to hearing, but the heroic and carefree laughter like a lion.

Falja suddenly covered his stomach and laughed, just like an orangutan who ate a banana.

"Dead people can't eat or drink, they can't see and they can't sleep... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Because you are dead hahahahaha."

He clutched his stomach and laughed maniacally as if trying to drive away all the sadness.

I see, is it dead?

He is dead.

He didn't expect to need a child's reminder before he fully realized this problem in his heart.

Falja wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"In the eyes of our reverent fate and gods, is it better to fill the belly of a foolish imp with those things than to enshrine a cold grave? It is funny enough."

He rubbed Elmes' little head vigorously.

"I forgive you on behalf of that guy. Presumably that idiot will also feel that, instead of wasting food, it's better to let the little kid who is about to starve to eat well."

Strange adults...

Elmes opened his mouth and looked at this strange man silently.

I have no idea what's going on in his brain circuit.

After all the ointment was wiped off, he endured the pain and got up, bowed his head seriously to the other party.

"Mr. Falja, thank you for your medicine, I will take my leave here."

Before it was completely dark, he went to the wild to find a tree hole that would not get wet from the rain.

but---

A hand was stretched out in front of him.

It was a rough, powerful hand.

The calluses and cracked skin on it indicate the hard times it has experienced in the past.

The sun that was fading into dusk shot straight down from the window, dragging his shadow extraordinarily long.

Falja smiled and held out his hand to him.

"Hey, I said Elmes, do you want to join the Knights?"

"what?"

That was also the first time.

Elmes raised obvious doubts.

Chapter 73: Towards [0] Negative Numbers (6/24)

Elmes agreed.

Or just no reason to disagree.

A clean room that won't get wet from the rain;

Warm milk and sweet bread;

Body-warming water and towels.

It was something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

But there are doubts.

For the second time in his life, doubts arose.

Why on earth did Falja take him in?

Obviously there is no benefit, and he has not done anything lovable, but why adopt this guy of unknown origin, who looks like a bereaved dog.

He subconsciously looked back, trying to find answers from [his memory].

But after hesitating for a few seconds, he still didn't want to think about it.

Although in order to survive, he still went to see part of that person's memory.

Knowing that this is a world called Tevat, a world that should not have existed.

But knowing it doesn't mean being able to live.

He is so weak that he can't even beat an ordinary Qiuqiu person, so he can only eat the sunflowers growing by the roadside and catch the rabbits that emerge from the grass.

But the unripe sunset fruit will spoil the stomach, and the rabbit runs so fast that it can’t catch up. Sometimes at night, I can only squat in the narrow tree hole and eat the leaves of the small light plant, watching the light that is as dim as fireflies but bright. of light.

But still have to work hard to live.

When I came to the city-state named Mond, I communicated with completely different people for the first time, understood the meaning of Mora, and tried to obtain it.

Sometimes I was scalded by the flames of the flame flower when collecting herbs; sometimes I was knocked away by force when I was trying to catch wild boars; thing.

If you are hungry and exposed to the rain, you will feel very uncomfortable.

If you are lucky enough to catch a rabbit to fill your stomach and bask in the sun, you will be in a good mood.

Is this [alive]?

It was surprisingly hard work...

and so--

What is the [reason] for living?

But even if he turned around, no one could tell him the answer.

He can only find it by himself.

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"Yoho, come and try, the freshly baked sweet flower stuffed chicken~~"

Almost five months have passed since that day.

Elmes wiped the sweat from his forehead, but still tried his best to wipe the window with a towel.

He turned his head and cast a glance at the smiling Falja, and sighed helplessly with his hips akimbo.

"Leader Falja, please don't run out during working hours. Deputy head Qin is about to die suddenly because of the work you shirked, so don't fish during working hours?"

And before he continued to make a long speech, the hot chicken leg had already been stuffed into his mouth.

"Okay, okay, anyway, you should try it first."

Elmes, unable to speak, puffed out his mouth and chewed vigorously angrily. It took a while to swallow the chicken leg completely.

"Don't be so serious? It's not a bad thing to fish once in a while, little Al, you have to learn how to fish."

"I will never become a person who does not do business all day long like you."

Elmes was recruited into the Knights to handle chores related to sanitation and filing. Compared with Falga, the slacker who adopted him, he always got up before dawn every morning to prepare for work until Clean up every corner of the Knights until it is clean.

The attitude towards work is amazing for everyone.

Although he seldom talks to outsiders, everyone has acquiesced in the existence of this little cleaner.

The life that was once chaotic and full of unknowns suddenly became neat and orderly. What to do every day and how to use each Mora have clear arrangements.

Rarely go hungry and never get beaten again.

He doesn't hate days like this.

But even such a regular time is often disturbed by the head of Falja, who has a strange brain circuit.

In the morning, he would be pulled up to practice with him how to use swordsmanship and bows. After rigorous training, he was already able to defeat the two Qiuqiu people head-on.

Occasionally, on weekends, I will be called to go fishing together, and then we will chat by the river while eating delicious fisherman's toast.

Sometimes the group leader, who was lazy and didn't want to work, would grab him forcibly, and carry him to the big tree in Fengqidi to sleep together for an afternoon.

Telling jokes that aren't funny.

Sing the song that makes the dove fly away.

Drink some spicy wine.

Then laugh together...

He didn't know when, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he seemed to understand slowly.

What is called [life].

But the most critical question, he still didn't find the answer.

So towards the omniscient person in his eyes, he finally expressed his doubts after drinking once.

"Huh? So that's what you've been struggling with? It's so unexpectedly boring."

That's what Falja replied at the time.

"Instinct, desire, belief, in my opinion, this is the reason to live."

With a flame-like pride on his flushed face, he raised his wine glass and said with a smile.

"Want to escape uncomfortable physical conditions and satisfy the body's most basic cravings."

"It's [instinct]."

"In order to eat more delicious food, drink better wine, sleep in a more comfortable bed, and live a happier life, I will continue to pursue this goal."

"It's [desire]."

"Things that extend from the outlook on life and values, even things that must be obeyed even when restraining instincts and desires, belong only to one's own will."

"That's [belief]."

"Little Al, you don't need a reason to live, only what you want to live like you need a reason."

"Be more greedy, don't be afraid anymore, you are not anyone but yourself, you are just an ordinary boy named Elmes."

Falja bent down and looked him straight in the eyes.

He showed a smile that was not kind but could make people feel warm.

"Neither humble nor great."

"But unique."

So don't look for meaning in the act of being alive.