At the end of the speech, amid the cheers of the people, the energetic old man with white hair and white beard left the crowd under the protection of two guards.
After chasing him all the way down the street, the crowd finally reluctantly left after the old man said goodbye again and again.
The old man then took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then coughed twice.
"Master Wei Jia, please take a rest."
A guard said softly.
"Don't worry about me."
The old man shook his head and showed a gentle smile: "This is what I should do."
"Thank you for your hard work." The guard lowered his head in admiration.
"According to Saint Laurent, this is a friendship between the noble and the noble," the old man smiled mischievously, "The Marquis uses his sword to protect us ordinary people who have no strength, and I will use the sword of words to protect us.
His glory.”
"...We are all rough people and cannot understand this. But we know that you and the Marquis are both great people."
The guard was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said with sincere admiration: "These are great things that little people like us will never be able to do in our lifetime."
After hearing this, the old man's expression became much more serious.
"I'm going to talk about you now... No, don't be nervous, it's just as a friend, I have to say a few words about you."
The old man paused and his eyes became serious: "What do you think is a big shot?"
"...big shot...if you say so...I think..."
The guard was stunned immediately and said hesitantly: "I think... at least it should make people feel great."
"Oh? Then who do you think is great?"
"I think those who can educate people like you, or those who protect civilian lives like the Marquis, are both great people."
The guard thought for a moment and said seriously.
Weijia nodded: "You are right. According to your idea, you want to say that those who have made contributions to the people are great people, right?"
The guard's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, yes! That's what I mean!"
"...Well done. Your soul is much purer than ordinary people."
The old man smiled happily, reached out and patted his shoulder: "You will become a big shot."
"...Huh? Me, me?"
"That's right."
As he said that, the old man became more serious and said more seriously: "Although you have not made any achievements yet, your heart is good. If you act according to your heart, what you do will be good.
.”
"Perhaps one good deed cannot make people remember you, and ten or one hundred deeds can only make your name known to a small range of people. Even if you do a good deed, you may not be so famous or become a big person.
Great person... But at least, after your death, those who have been helped by you will miss you and commemorate you. They will remember that a kind soul is buried here."
"...If this is the case, can he become a big shot?"
"No," unexpectedly, the old man denied, "just like this, you still can't become a big shot."
"But if among the children you help, there are people you think are great and their wishes and beliefs are likely to be related to you. Then it can be said that you have changed these people. I once mentioned,
A noble soul will make the people he comes into contact with more noble, because he raises the price of their souls; while a vulgar person will make the people he contacts more vulgar, because his existence lowers their price. You make these people wholeheartedly do good.
, which means raising the price of their souls."
"Among these people, there may be a few big shots, but they may also become good people like you. Then they will continue to help more people and change the world. Make the world a better place.
Beautiful. And among the people who have been helped by them, more great people and good people may be born. In the end, there may be a great person whose name can be remembered all over the world. At this time, you will become
The original person who raised the price for their souls, the source of all good.”
"...But by then, my name will have long been forgotten by them, right?"
The guard asked hesitantly.
The old man laughed: "Do you think people like me and the Marquis do good deeds for the praise of others? My child, don't go into the narrow gate while taking the right path. You do good deeds because your soul tells you to
Do good deeds. If you get pleasure from doing good deeds, you have achieved your original purpose. And the subsequent praises are just flashy ornaments, which are better if they are given, or not."
"...Yes, listen to your teachings."
The guard felt something in his heart and immediately knelt on the ground and said piously.
But halfway through speaking, he was helped up by the old man.
The old scholar's silver-grey pupils flashed with displeasure: "My child, you must not worship me."
"for……"
"All the glory in this world should belong to the Three Saints and Saint Laurent. Except for the Supreme Great One, the King of the Earth, all living beings are equal. If I accept your kneeling, you will be setting me up against Saint Laurent.
In the same position...how can I stand it?"
"Then, what should I do?"
The guard panicked for a moment.
The old man shook his head and said kindly: "Just pray. Just pray to Roland, because everything in this generation is a gift from the three-times great Roland. He is just like you, the source of kindness, and it should be
Obtain kneeling and all loyalty.”
"...Listen to your teachings."
The guard lowered his head in sincerity this time.
Behind him, crisp claps came, and along with the applause came a man's hearty laughter.
"Master said it well!"
A middle-aged aristocratic man with long brown hair hanging on his shoulders and a smile that made people feel a strong sense of intimacy came over and enthusiastically opened his arms to the old man and gave him a real hug.
This is not like something done by nobles at all. The Titan nobles believe that clothes are the same as the body, and the clothes worn on the body are equivalent to the body. Unless you are familiar with the person, you must not touch the other person's clothes easily. Let alone hug.
, even when shaking hands, they would only hold each other's fingers to avoid touching the other's sleeves in a discourteous manner.
But the old man knew that this man was not ignorant of this etiquette. He was sincere and regarded Vega as his friend.
"Ah, my friend. You are finally here," Weijia couldn't help but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, and laughed softly, "I thought you didn't have time to accompany little Lily to find this bad old man like me."
"Hmph..."
However, the man laughed proudly: "Although I am stupid, I am not stupid either. Can't I pick you up and go sit at home? It just so happens that Lily hasn't seen you for a long time."
"Ah... that's right. I haven't seen little Lily for a long time."
Vega patted the man on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Lead the way, old man."
"If you have an order, you have an order."
The man laughed and pushed Vega into the carriage behind him.
The reason why Vega greeted him so casually and even offensively was not because he firmly believed in "all living beings are equal", but because he knew that although the man in front of him was informal, he did have a kind heart that was extremely rare among nobles. Heart.
Vega is not one of those fake scholars who worships nobles to the point of losing their roots. The reason why he is willing to come forward for the Marquis of Lyria line is that he hopes that these few nobles who are rare among today's nobles can be recognized by people. respect.
In Vega's view, this is what they deserve.
It is rare that they have reached a new era of justice.
"Praise Roland..."
Weijia couldn't help but praise. (To be continued.)