The Dream of the Century - The War of Faith Chapter 33 The Ancient Sun God
I took a deserter who could translate with me, and after asking around, I found that the situation here is similar to that of ordinary people except for taking a long nap. It is probably because the resources here are scarce and unnecessary consumption needs to be reduced, and there are not too many.
Work.
There are very few oases in the desert, but there are many Hafu's dimensional bags, so I can keep looking. After searching for a long time, I found some stone tablets half buried in the yellow sand, but I couldn't understand the words on them. I returned to the desert tribe and found the translation
The camel caravan has already left... The remaining people don't know the common language, so how can they communicate with each other?
Harv could only leave, go back and find someone else to interpret the words on the stone tablet - he must find a good guide when he comes back next time, or simply learn the language here first.
The supplies on hand are enough to stay here. From a time point of view, you can waste up to a year here. If there is no problem, you can wait here for a while and try to learn the language here. You will be able to interpret the words by yourself.
most.
After gesticulating for a long time, he only learned a few spoken words. It was even harder to learn written words because of the language barrier. There seemed to be no point in waiting. So he chose to return to Bakato first. If he missed the opportunity, he would be in trouble.
Nearly two and a half years later, Mr. Knebler had already seen Huff as a child, and Huff's current identity had no reason to be close to them.
It's not too late, but maybe it's not the right time.
At this time, he hesitated again. Apart from his current identity, he had no reason to approach Nebler, and he didn't know whether he would be willing to answer questions for a stranger he had never met - maybe he would, but he wouldn't.
Just add more trouble to him.
For the time being, we will use the excuse of inspecting the development of commercial banks to stay in this city for a while. During this period, we may be able to make some more contacts.
There is a lot of work to be done after returning, and all the time I spare every day is spent listening to my subordinates’ reports on the pastor’s situation, but it’s the same as in the previous life, isn’t it? Although it’s just something I’ve understood a long time ago.
Does it really matter whether he answers or not? Or does it mean that he still thinks that the life he tried his best to save is not as valuable as his own life?
In some ways, this is the root of Harv's desire to see each other again - distorted values and self-doubt in his outlook on life.
He didn't know it himself... he just felt confused in his heart. Even though he knew it might be useless in the end, he still wanted to go back to the past and ask the "hero" in his heart. It was as if he was omnipotent and cowardly.
I can only live in his shadow.
Maybe he should, or maybe he shouldn't. But we've come this far, and if we look back timidly, we may never have such an opportunity again. After tidying up his clothes, Harv took that step.
Young Harv was digging out bird eggs today, so he alone found the number thirty-seven that changed his life.
The priest who had lost his sharpness was still sensitive. He noticed Harv who was approaching but had not spoken yet - he was already thirty-five and no longer young. "What do you want from me?"
"Sir." The paladin paused for a while, seeming to collect his thoughts, and then continued: "I encountered some things, and now I am a little overwhelmed. Strangely enough, my first reaction was... to ask
your opinion."
At this point, Harv also smiled as if he was laughing at himself - this seemed to be the first time he had laughed since that tragedy.
"I know, maybe it's all in vain...but deep down, I think, if anyone knows what to do, it would be you."
There was sincerity in Harv's words...but perhaps they seemed so incoherent to others that they didn't know what to say.
He didn't care about his status, he just talked incessantly... just like he had done everything out of wishful thinking.
Nebler probably thought that Harv was someone he had helped when he was young. There were definitely many such people, and he would not be stingy about helping - but now he no longer uses power. "What happened to you?
I can help you find a way."
"Thank you." Harv said what he had always wanted to say, and then began to talk about the situation he was facing now: "I heard...no, I should say that I realized that one day there will be a day in a few decades.
There's going to be gray snow falling from the sky, and anything that touches it will instantly die, and it's going to be an eternity of winter. And I'm just trying to figure out how to deal with it."
"Generally speaking, this kind of thing should be impossible, but if you are troubled by this, I can help as much as possible." Knebler did not question it, maybe because of the positive energy in Harv's body?
"Now I have a certain direction. I heard that the Children of the Empire in the desert will resurrect in the snow - I suspect this is about Gray Snow, so I went there to investigate a few days ago and found some stone tablets. It's just that
I don’t know what is specifically written on it... Do you want to take a look?" Harv told everything he knew in one go - as if he was extremely dependent on the person in front of him.
"Of course." He agreed without hesitation. "But I still have some things that I haven't finished. Can I wait for two more days?"
"Of course, anytime you are willing." Harv nodded. "And I can also help you do those things, if you are willing. Please be sure to let me do something for you as a way to repay your kindness."
And to pay off some of the sins. Of course, this sentence was not spoken.
Nebler nodded, but it was just a trivial matter. Little Harv hadn't paid attention to him yet.
Although Harv knows the reason why he no longer uses power, he still has a question. Using power can help more people. After all, in his opinion, his nature has not changed.
The two accomplished the same thing, but in different ways. He spent a lot of time, but Harv did it easily.
Nebler must have his reasons for acting this way...but Harv's curiosity couldn't stop growing. Finally, when both of them were free, Harv expressed his doubts.
He used a metaphor. A king needs a peerless sword. A brave warrior goes to the dragon's treasure house and kills the dragon to get it. Thieves will try to steal it. Spellcasters also have other means, but mortals can only
Choose to become a blacksmith to forge. Maybe this is the slowest, but that's how all swords are made.
After Harv heard this, he seemed to have a clear understanding in his heart. Yes, it might be a little slower, but all "swords" are and should come from this way. Following Nebler's behavior, he also restrained his power intentionally or unintentionally.
, using mortal means to help others. When things get better here, he will find an opportunity to invite Nebler to go.