"Actually, I've talked to Mr. Carson before that."

Linger remembered the conversation with the Gray Hill Eagle just now. At that time, both of them were thinking about the future of this land, but they did not expect that the parties had already made a decision. Perhaps this is the future, and no one needs to take care of it. His will is the key to everything: "He told me that you can stay in Tianxin Church and there is no need to participate in this action. Moreover, he specifically reminded Miss Regina and others to try not to mention the matter about this action in front of you. But unexpectedly, you discovered it."

"If adults think that this can be concealed successfully, they would be too underestimated."

Michi's mouth was inadvertently curled, as if proud of it. It was not until this time that he showed a little bit of a young man's spirit: "Whether it is the transfer of materials and personnel, or the communication with other resistance organizations, these are carried out under our noses. Even if everyone deliberately excluded us when they are carrying out these activities, we can also obtain information in our own way."

Whether it is indirect or secretly suggesting, their biggest advantage lies in their age. No one will deliberately be alert to a child, and no one will care about a child's unintentional words. Many adults are inconvenient to say and cannot do things. Even if they say and do it, they will not be strange. Just like Kadora, when she talks to you in a quiet voice, do you think such a quiet and weak girl is actually planning to find out some information from you?

However, adults always ignore one thing, that is, before becoming children, they become soldiers first, soldiers who survived the battle and smoke, and were extremely sensitive to the fire of war and smoke. No battle can be hidden from their senses. Naturally, the tension that quietly permeated the camp has long been captured by these young soldiers.

On the surface, they remained calm and still came to Tianxin Church to play games and listen to preaching as usual. It seemed that as the adults expected, they were about to escape from this war. In fact, they secretly investigated the information and pieced together the truth of the matter through various channels. When they learned that they were excluded from an important action and could only become protected objects, almost everyone's first reaction was-

"This is not a battle that has nothing to do with me." Miche emphasized to Ringer one by one: "I am a member of the Ashes Guerrilla, and I have the responsibility and obligation to participate and contribute my own strength to the liberation of the Anthers region."

This is the attitude he made on behalf of everyone.

The reason why it was revealed at this time is probably that I don’t want to give adults time to regret it. If I strongly requested to participate in the action from the beginning, the Gray Hill Eagle could temporarily assign them a simple task and transfer them to a safe area, in a sense, no difference is that it is not the case with being out of the matter.

That's not the treatment they want to receive.

"You really gave me a difficult problem, no, it should be said that you gave me a difficult problem for everyone."

Linger shook her head helplessly: "I just told Mr. Carson that you are the future of this land. The adults fight for the present, and in the final analysis, it is to protect the future. Therefore, of course, you also have your own responsibilities and obligations, but that is in the future, not the present."

"Who said?" Miche retorted: "If only the adults can bear the current situation, then I am already an adult."

He raised his chin slightly, looking confident: "We are all."

With his words, the young girls who also came from the ashes of guerrillas behind him held their heads and chests up, trying to show a positive and upbeat attitude, wanting to prove to the young people that it is not only adults who can bear the weight of the "present". Compared with those futures that have not yet arrived, they are also present; compared with those lives that are still in their infancy, they are adults.

"You guys really taught me a lesson, Mitch."

Is adults completely correct in protecting children? They have never asked their opinions and decide their future by themselves. That may be a tyranny called "adults". From the reactions of these children, Linge vaguely understood this truth. He no longer insisted. In fact, from the perspective of an ally, there is indeed no reason to insist. But there is still a problem.

"It is certainly OK to convince me with such reasons, but how do you convince Mr. Carson? I remember you admire him very much, Mitch? You will definitely follow what he said, right?" Linger asked.

Mitch had already thought of a plan for this.

He looked back at his companions, pursed his lips, and said with great firmness: "Because I am a leader."

"Once, at the most critical moment of the war, even the children who were always protected had to set foot on the battlefield. At that time, Brother Carson handed me the task of leading and protecting everyone. He said, from now on, you are the leader of these children, just like I am the leader of the Ashes Guerrilla. You and I know how heavy the responsibilities on your shoulders are. It is because of this that you cannot let go easily. Trust, protect, and then respond to expectations are what you must do. Now, I am just responding to everyone's expectations and at the same time responding to Brother Carson's expectations."

Miche said, and the pride, proud and confident smile that appeared on her face again appeared with the young man's unique pride, pride and confident smile: "Even the Gray Hill Eagle, can't take back what she said, right?"

Leader...ah.

Linge silently observed the big boy in front of him. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he was so confident that he did show a certain leadership style. But the source of this confidence was not the power or wealth that people often rely on, but from a deep sense of responsibility. He always walked in front, protected his companions behind him, and thus gained their trust.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The so-called leader is the person who takes responsibility.

Carson Borg is the leader of the ashes guerrillas, and Michi is the leader of this group of young troops. Maybe I can be considered the leader of Yunjingkong Island. So, can I do better than them on this road? Can I consistently support my responsibilities and obligations? Can everyone trust and follow them wholeheartedly? Is every decision made cautious and necessary? If I reach a last resort, can I be like Michi, who knows that I am destined to usher in sacrifice on the battlefield, and still implement the responsibilities of the leader and devote myself to this war without hesitation?

Questions come from the bottom of your heart, and the answers often need to be known later.

I always feel like I've been taught a lesson.

Ringer shook his head, and a smile appeared on his face for the first time: "Since you have decided so, I have no reason to stop you."

Miche quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, it was obvious that Linger was just an outsider. Regardless of whether he or she went to fight, it should be the internal decision of the Ashes Guerrilla, and it had nothing to do with him. However, Miche cared a little about his opinions, and even vaguely felt that if he didn't get his approval, he would probably not be justified enough. He occasionally thought about the source of this feeling, and would be surprised to find that it actually came from that brief sermon. When the young man with silver hair stood on the altar, looked at the audience with a calm but seemed to be able to penetrate the hearts of the people, and said to himself, "God loves the world, so you must love yourself too", the impression of him was already very profound, and it could even be comparable to the Gray Hill Eagle that he had always admired and admired.

Brother Carson established an image in the boy's heart through one battle after another and tenacious fighting spirit; and the impression that the young man left in his sermon in just one short contact and less than half an hour. Which one is more heavy? This is an unanswered question, but Mitch sometimes feels that Brother Carson and Pastor Ringer, although his identity, experience and personality are different, are essentially the same people.

In the future, if you still have a future, can you become a person like them?

Miche was originally not interested in what Pastor Ringer said about the future. He only wanted to grasp the present, but after such thoughts came to his mind, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

By the way, he felt that Pastor Linger's sermon was much better than that of a certain pink-haired nun. Unfortunately, for some reason, he did not often appear in Tianxin Church. It is obvious that preaching to believers is the pastor's job?

What a pity.

Michi sighed silently and sat down again.

It was not until this time that Metien, who had been in a daze, finally realized what they were talking about.

"Is the war... going to start again?" She looked at Miche first, then turned her inquiring eyes to Kadora: "You are going to the battlefield too? You can't come to Tianxin Church to play games in the future?"

Michi pretended to be deep and said, "The war is not the beginning, but never ends."

Kadora nodded softly, then shook her head: "It's not that I can't come all the time. This is just a prelude to the counterattack plan. What we want to participate in is only one of the actions. As for the future, there may be more, longer, and more intense battles waiting. If... if I can come back alive, I will still listen to your preaching, Metien."

She still remembered that this was a church, not a game hall. When Metien heard her say this, she was shocked: "Wow! Don't say such unlucky words, Kadora! Since this is just a simple action, you should be able to deal with it easily, right? There will be no problem! Even if you are injured, I will still be there! I will help you heal you! I tell you that my medical skills have improved a lot recently. No matter how serious the injury is, I can help you heal it! Even if it is not cured, there is Miss Xiesta and Sister Rolena! Their fairy magic and alchemy are definitely not a problem! So, that..."

She hesitated for a moment, looked at Kadora hesitantly, and hesitated: "You guys, you must come back alive?"

"Yeah." Cardora pursed her lips and smiled at Metien. She was a quiet girl with two very beautiful dimples when she smiled: "I promise you, Metien."

After receiving her promise, Metien was not happy. Instead, it was heavy, as if there was a big stone pressing down on her heart, because she knew that this was not something that could be decided by a promise. Fighting and sacrifice have always been inseparable, as powerful as a queen. While holding victory, they also had to bear the price of sacrifice. Who can expect a group of children to never be hurt on the battlefield?

Who will be missing from the person who plays games with her today when she comes back next time?

When she thought of this, she was so sad that she couldn't speak. This feeling was just like when she was in the holy temple of heaven, when she listened to the fact that "the goddess is dead" with her own ears. Although it was ridiculous to others to compare the group of children who were struggling to survive in the world with the great goddess who created the world, they were all equal in Metien's heart. No, everyone was equal, because this is the truth that the goddess wanted to tell sentient beings: all life, whether there are or not, they are all loved and blessed.

Livia and Gloria looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort her; Ringer calmly accepted this scene, believing that there was no need for comfort, because this was the growth that Metien had to go through. If she wanted to continue, she had to accept the fact that she would witness countless sacrifices on this road. Now that they thought, they would come to the Eastern Continent, perhaps it was also the revelation of fate, allowing them to descend on this land of tyranny, aggression and suffering, and personally feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of reality, so that they can grow.

If one day—

An ominous thought suddenly appeared in Linger's mind: If one day she had to leave Metien, she could say goodbye with a smile and accept reality, maybe she would have really grown up, right?

But it cannot be said, or even thought about it. Young people can only extinguish it and then keep telling themselves: It is not yet that time.

Metien is the Golden Apple.

It is the Holy Spirit recognized by Sister Livia.

One day, she will save everything in this world, destroyed, killed, destroyed, polluted.

Until then, my mission is to protect her.

So, at least, I must not leave until she realizes her mission.

"Don't be so selfless, Ringer." In a trance, the young man heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears and told him softly: "Don't always live for others, occasionally be selfish, live for yourself, right?"

That won't work.

The young man couldn't help but think that I am the elder brother, and it is natural for the elder brother to protect his sister. What does it have to do with selfishness and selflessness?

"I really can't do anything to you." The voice sighed, and then dissipated quietly.

It seemed to disappoint her.

However, there is really nothing to do.

Linger thought again, who made me Mettyn's brother?
Chapter completed!