The blind date at the beginning, the family is very satisfied with Frost Star

He originally thought Tallulah was just talking casually last time.

"Want to go and listen?" Yelena suggested.

"Hmph, Tallulah is more or less your student, right?"

"I dare not say that..." Bai Ming smiled wryly.

"But it's okay to listen to it... After all, I also want to know what she thinks."

Bai Ming was also a little curious.

What kind of appearance will the flame I know burn in another land called Ursas?

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Tallulah's speech scene.

Said it was a speech scene.

It's actually just a small platform stacked with wooden boxes.

Tallulah was standing on it.

Her crossed long sword was stuck aside, and in her hand was a long piece of manuscript paper, on which were notes written by Tallulah herself, with clear and elegant handwriting.

Below it are some other boxes, which seem to be used as seats.

A small bonfire was set up nearby, providing no more, no less warmth.

not far away.

Alina, Tallulah's best friend, is leading other people into the arena, and beside her are children who are as serious as her.

The members of the Yeti Squad and the Patriots sat on a boulder a little farther away.

Obviously, they were also the audience of Tallulah's speech.

"Bai Ming, can you hear the voice clearly?"

Yelena, who was sitting in the front row, asked.

"I can hear you clearly." Bai Ming replied quickly.

"It feels like there are still a lot of people."

"Yes, it is……"

Yelena glanced at the people who were sitting one after another.

"At the beginning, no one came, but Tallulah still insisted on talking to the three or four people brought by Alina."

"Gradually, it spread, and more and more people came."

"Then Yelena, do you come here every time?"

"Of course!"

Yelena blushed slightly.

"That's the knowledge I got from the books you sent me."

"If Tallulah can know, I have to know too!"

"Although... I just don't understand it well... It feels like a very profound existence, but I will try my best!"

Although it felt that Yelena secretly regarded Tallulah as some kind of competitor.

But this strength does not make Bai Ming feel disgusted.

He smiled and answered:

"Okay, let's listen carefully this time, and if there is anything you don't understand later, just ask me."

"If I knew, I'd explain it to you."

"Ok!"

As soon as the words fell, Tallulah just started her speech.

She put her left hand on her chest, left her right hand behind her, and bowed deeply to the people in front of her.

"Thank you for taking some time out of this not-so-rich time to come here."

"Thank you so much."

Hearing this, Alina applauded quite applaudingly.

But her behavior did not move too many people.

After all, to put it bluntly.

Many of the people present were only participating for the first time, and they did not recognize Tallulah very highly.

The patriot just remained silent, looking at Tallulah wordlessly with the red light flashing through his helmet.

He might have wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to listen.

Although the atmosphere at the scene seemed very awkward, Tallulah herself seemed very calm.

For her, it is commonplace for Alina alone to support her.

"Cough cough."

Tallulah cleared her throat, and said in a clear and loud voice:

"Everyone, have you ever thought about the real reason why the infected have been oppressed?"

No one answered.

But a few people raised their heads and looked at Tallulah.

Obviously, Tallulah's question stepped on their hearts.

And it was Alina who broke the deadlock.

She raised her hand and said:

"Is it because of ore disease?"

Talula looked at Alina, first nodded, then shook her head.

"Yes, but not quite."

"Ore disease is indeed one of the reasons why we are oppressed, but it's not all about it."

"What does this mean?" Alina asked, tilting her head slightly.

Tallulah straightened her back, her eyes swept over everyone present.

It is no longer blind self-confidence, but an answer after careful consideration.

"Everyone, please allow me to illustrate with an inappropriate example."

Tallulah raised her arms towards the crowd, and then pulled up her sleeves.

The cold wind brushed over the slightly pale skin, and also blew the origin stone fragments on it.

This is the day when Tallulah assassinated her despicable adoptive father Kosche, she inserted it into her body, symbolizing farewell to the past.

"I was not an infected person in the past."

"For you guys, no, now it's time to talk about us. My first impression was very bad, and I even had a feeling that I would be finished if I came into contact with you."

"But is that really the case? I think everyone knows the answer."

Tallulah pulled down her sleeves and lowered her arms.

"We, the infected, are not demons and ghosts. As long as we handle them properly, we can live with normal people."

"But why are the results so bad now?"

At this moment, everyone raised their heads and looked at Tallulah, expecting her answer.

And Tallulah didn't evade, she said directly:

"I have been thinking about this question for a long time these days, and I have a superficial answer."

"That's the sound."

"The wind of the tundra blocks out so many things, including our own voices."

"The despicable people are trying to discredit us, and the ugly people are trying to cover up our cries. All we have to do is to make our own voices belong to the infected!"

As soon as this remark came out, it was finally the first time that someone other than Alina asked a question in the audience.

"Talulah! Don't you still want us to call back?"

"No." Tallulah shook her head.

"So you don't want to fight anymore? Just disband on the spot?" Another person asked.

"No." Tallulah shook her head again.

Now even Alina didn't understand.

"Talulah, what do you mean?"

Hearing her best friend's question, Talu stretched out her hand, pulled out the long cross sword at the side, and pointed towards the snow-covered sky.

The flame burned on the blade, and the heat released melted away the blocked snow.

"Our sword should stab those who hate us."

"Our hand should hold those who don't know us."

Alina thought for a while, then said:

"You mean, in the future, we will only deal with the bastards of the picket team, and protect the civilians who don't know the infected people?"

Tallulah looked at Alina and smiled slightly:

"Alina, as expected, you are the quickest to understand what I mean."

"Yes, only in this way can we achieve real success."

"Punch at the vile, reach out to the unknown, and know who our enemies are."

"I call it 'fighter spirit.'"

The scene was silent again.

But this time, the silence was quickly broken by applause.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The patriot stood up and clapped his hands.

One.

two.

Three.

Applause soon spread throughout the humble venue.

There may be a bonus from the Patriots, but Tallulah's ideas are obviously recognized.

"That's right, we should be fighters, not savages heading south."

The patriot looked at Tallulah standing on the crate, evoking the sound of a bell like an urn.

"Talulah, you finally walked out of the city that imprisoned you."

"Welcome to the guerrillas."

Tallulah's pupils trembled.

This is the first time she has been recognized by the Patriots for her ideas, so she is inevitably a little excited.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Patriot!"

"That, Mr. Patriot, this is just my preliminary idea, I want to know your opinion!"

The patriot glanced at Yelena, who was sitting on the box next to her, holding a communicator and blushing.