Valendo returned to the dark, decaying restaurant, where rust spread like ringworm on the walls and pipes.
Dozens of new residents gathered around the humid and bloated round tables in the scattered dining halls, talking to get through the arduous journey. Another third of the new residents were hiding in the same harsh cabins, either resting or lying down to relieve seasickness.
Valendo, who came back with the sound of metal, attracted some attention. Most of them were young nobles with neat hair and brightly colored clothes, but they were slightly dirty.
Varodo doesn't like them.
Yes in the ice-free port of Vina, in the refuge area of Vina, and even more so when heading to the Land of Light.
The reason is simple, these descendants from various families, rich men and officials come to "invest" in the land of light.
They are young enough, energetic enough, knowledgeable enough, even hard-working enough, and most importantly, smart enough. They know how to transform into the shape the exorcist likes, so even the exorcist and the mayor have no reason to refuse.
"We all know that these young people come from the upper class who want to preserve the blood of their families or invest in a bright land, but what reason do we have to reject these young people who are better than ordinary people in terms of appearance and ability? So we know the truth but can't help
Reject them. Do you know what the literacy rate of residents living in the inner ring is? 4%. The outer ring may only be a fraction of this number. We cannot leave a group of illiterate and ignorant poor people to Mr. Lu Li. We cannot
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Recalling Mayor Mateus' helpless whisper before the separation, Valendo walked through the round tables along the way, and the whispered conversations along the way caught his ears.
"Poor Vincent, seasickness is going to kill him. He will either die or go crazy before we can reach the shore..."
"I've asked my niece to apply to be part of the seventh or eighth batch of immigrants...I'm not kidding! Why? Of course because I believe in the exorcist...he didn't even bother to renovate this magical ship to be more deceptive
.Old man, you are really getting old and confused. Sunshine, do you still remember sunshine? It is something that will no longer make us exude the stench of decaying age and prevent us from becoming as pale as vampires."
"Words or noodles? Tsk, you're wrong again. You already owe me 15 pieces of bread from the Land of Light. Okay, now it's your turn. I guess, are you ready to owe me more bread?"
"That guy Zod won't bother you anymore, baby... I'm not lying to you, that kind of bastard has no right to board the ship, there are no what-ifs. Well, if he really comes, the Exorcist will bring justice to us...
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Valendo sat at an empty table in the corner. Although staying with the banyan tree guards for a long time should gather a crowd to restore his sanity, he felt that enjoying the silence alone would help him regain his sanity.
However, his tranquility was soon disturbed. Wei Lun came closer, dragged one of the few clean wooden chairs and sat on the opposite side.
"You don't seem to like getting too close to them."
"A group of idiots who know nothing." Valendo directly revealed his thoughts and accused the upper class of the gold diggers: "The exorcist is not a member of the old system. He will not value them as much as the nobles or officials. Just because of a
An identity that is worse than shit."
Wei Lun advised as a friend: "This is a kind of prejudice. We must admit that they can bring more value and use than civilians."
"Including pretentiousness and deep-seated pride? If I could really change it, I would look down on them, but it's a pity that they can't."
Valendo was not like this a few months ago. At that time, he was no different from these nobles and were even friends with each other. But everything that happened after the name of Weiner became a refuge area made him feel terrible and disgusting.
Toru: "If you still think of me as a friend, stay as far away from them as possible. Don't let the exorcists take you with them when they hate them."
"I would do it even if we weren't friends. After all, you are the only one who has ever come into contact with an exorcist." Wei Lun said with a smile, and suddenly looked behind him because of the whistle, and the young nobles were calling him.
"They want to know what you told me again."
Valendo leaned back in his chair: "Whatever you say to them, I have no control over."
"Don't worry." Wei Lun still smiled, bent his legs and opened the wooden chair, and returned to the young people.
"The assistant mayor is talking bad about us again?"
Wei Lun no longer kept his smile and leaned back on the seat indifferently. From a distance, it seemed as if they were confronting each other: "What else could it be? That aloof guy doesn't like you."
"It's us." A young man with blond curly hair corrected: "He doesn't like us, so we don't need to let him join the brotherhood."
"But there must be someone who can talk to him. He has advantages that none of us have." Wei Lun spread his palms on the table with his fingers pointing upward.
There will be no one but the Lord of the Land of Light.
"I thought the Land of Light would be less corrupt." Someone lamented.
"It's the same everywhere, just worse and worse."
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"It's the same everywhere, just worse and worse."
The dirty boy with straw-like hair sat on Willon's chair across from Varodo and recounted the ongoing conversation over there. "So I don't like them. Except for you."
Valendo, whose knuckles were light and the table was wet, came to his senses: "Except for what?"
Yingchuo Caowo looked at him with his big eyes under his hair: "You won't look at us with disgust and a fake smile, you are more real than them."
"That word is sincere." Valendo smiled: "If I hadn't come into contact with the exorcists beside Mr. Mayor, I would actually be one of them."
“Are exorcists really that powerful?”
"Yes, I'm usually pessimistic about our human weakness, but The Exorcist is really different..."
"He's stronger than us?"
"No...he is not much stronger than us, but he can always walk on the right path and do the right things..." Valendo sighed, recalling the tall and calm figure: "And he can feel the beauty of all life.
Breath and appeal..."
"The merchant is here."
Shouts echoed outside the corridor, and the restaurant became lively.
Merchants brought food, medicine, supplies they were short of, and the itinerary everyone was looking forward to.
"The land of light is ahead, be prepared."
It was no surprise that everyone, even those who were resting in the cabin, ran out and crowded onto the deck to have a distant view.
The banyan tree guards made space for them, and then people saw that the golden beams of light shone from the hollow, like bright gauze floating in the air, the sparkling sea surface was full of life, and the ruins of old Belfast were gilded with holy light.
.
Standing on the deck of the dark ocean and looking at the light in the distance, all the anger and resentment, all the conspiracies and calculations, dissipate like the smoke rising from a pipe.
There is no such beautiful scenery in the world anymore.
