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Chapter 114 The choice between ideals and morality?

Ringer was surprised to find that the night sky in the Temple of Heaven was so beautiful. The gray-blue night was dotted with tiny stars. They shone in the gaps between the branches and leaves of the yew trees and summer cherry trees. The densely stacked leaves were in the sky.

Under the cover of the dark night, it is like a dark green ocean, and the starlight pours down from the edge of this ocean, rushing to the edge of the sight. If you can climb the tall trunk of the yew tree and stick your head out of the lush

If you reach the canopy layer, you can not only see the pale starry river across the night, but also the shadow of the huge city in the distance - the high-rise buildings are bathed in moonlight, accompanied by ancient dense forests, and the sound of the rising and falling tides is like

Slow and long as breathing.

The only shortcoming is that the light of these stars is a bit monotonous, either pale or gray. When reflected in the pupils and irises across a long distance, it already looks a bit distorted. But the strange thing is that not only are their spectra similar, but even their flickering frequencies are similar.

They were almost unanimous, as if there was a hundred-eyed giant hidden in the universe, blinking together and observing the humans at his feet. It took Ringer a while to realize that it seemed that it was not starlight, but some kind of warning signal.

The forces of the Witch Association have surrounded the initial star field, and their battleships are waiting hundreds of light years away. The size of those battleships may not be comparable to the real stars, but it is conceivable that the destructive power must be much greater. Not to mention that there are

That mysterious constructed mecha, the alien Philosopher piloted by the dark witch Carabosse - the name sounds like it's commemorating something, but are those philosophers from the earth world willing to make their names become a terrifying war machine?

Part of the weapon is an issue that remains open to question.

Once he learned the truth about the stars, the young man lost the mood to continue admiring the night. He walked along a wooden plank road that passed through the forest and hills. Outside the dark brown plank road, there were clusters of lush bushes.

and spur grass, dotted with colorful berries or a few tenaciously growing dwarf trees - their seeds were carried by birds and accidentally fell between the gaps between the plank board and the soil. It was impossible for them to come forward, but the clouds

The mild climate of Jingkong Island still gave them the courage to grow.

Fireflies and some other small flying insects were flying up and down around the dim street lamps. Several round-headed stone spirit guards were staggering past carrying buckets and garden shovels. They were responsible for maintaining the streets and trimming shrubs and grass.

Preventing overgrown vines from climbing up the wooden boards, I work diligently every day, as if I don’t know what boring is. Of course, I don’t know what the owners and residents of this island are worrying about, the safety of the world, and the survival of civilization.

, the future of mortals, and such complex issues never appear in their minds for a moment.

If it could continue like this, it wouldn't be a wonderful thing.

Ringer withdrew his gaze and continued to move along the plank road, passing through the warm woods, through the woodland blowing the comfortable night breeze, and through the newly built Heavenly Temple, which remained silent under the night, watching quietly.

As the figure of the young man walked past him, he felt like the past was reappearing. He didn't inherit anything from his predecessors, but it seemed that he could recall some memories without inheriting them. They were not through bricks.

The basswood benches, stained glass windows and the goddess statue on the altar are inherited, but through some more mysterious and ancient rituals.

Finally, the young man's footsteps stopped in front of the Goblin Sleep Inn. It was lit with warm lights as always, and the sloping roof was covered with two-inch-thick turf.

The cowflower vine, under the careful care of the traveler fairies, is still growing very well. Looking up beyond the roof, you can see an incredibly ancient sycamore tree. Its height even covers up those thick and straight autumn chestnuts and horse stone pine.

The branches that stretched out like giant arms were so lush that they seemed to have coiled up another forest in the sky, lush and lush, just like the city it came from.

The night wind blew by, and there seemed to be the sound of waves under the canopy of trees. The young man stood still and listened quietly for a while to calm down the depressed mood in his heart. He knew that the person who was most troubled now was actually not himself, but

Those are the girls who need to make choices, so he needs to hide his emotions and avoid facing them with a panicked or disturbed face - in fact, this is what he is best at.

But as soon as he opened the door, he found that his preparations seemed to be in vain, because the lobby on the first floor of the hotel was empty, not even half a person was there - saying this seemed a bit rude to the bartender behind the bar, but it was enough to set off the young man.

Feeling of surprise.

"If I remember correctly," the young man looked hesitantly at the figure who was wiping the wine glass attentively: "It should be dinner time now?"

"You remember correctly, and you are also very punctual, Mr. Ringer." Shelia put down her wine glass and raised a sharp eyebrow at the young man. I have to say that this action matched her temperament very well: "The eldest sister said the same thing

, so she is preparing today's dinner in the kitchen, and it is a big meal, including roast chicken, roast squab, pâté, baked white bread and oatmeal bread, vegetable soup, cream of mushroom soup, oh,

Don’t forget there’s also Iyeta’s favorite dish, Thalia Chisti—it’s so rich that it’s enough to hold a banquet.”

"But I didn't see anything." Including food and people.

"Because I pointed out a fatal problem to her, and now it's your turn." Shelia sighed cryptically: "You actually naively thought that after experiencing such an incident, everyone was actually in the mood to return to the hotel. What should you do?

Nothing like that happened, can you happily have a dinner?"

Lin Ge thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head honestly.

"So, this is the situation before you, Ringer." Shelia picked up a wine glass again and wiped it with a white silk scarf. She did not notice that what she picked up was actually the same wine glass, and said

: "But I'm glad that at least you're back. It won't be just me and eldest sister at the dinner table later. That would be too embarrassing."

"You mean, they haven't come back?"

Ringer thought of the previous scene. When a group of people left the headquarters building of Game Command Company, they were almost silent the whole time. No one wanted to make a small sound to remind or conceal something. The atmosphere was particularly disturbing until.

When they reached the first intersection, Gloria - or Bai Ye, suddenly dropped a sentence coldly, expressing her wish to walk alone, and left without looking back;

At the second intersection, Rorona suddenly said with a smile that she was very interested in the alien gadgets in the unmanned mall and wanted to study their usage and purpose. Of course, this was a task that required concentration.

So it was best for her to stay alone; when she reached the third intersection, Leticia took Countess Neville's hand and disappeared around the corner without saying a word...

So much so that when he finally returned to Cloud Whale Sky Island, only the three traveler goblin sisters were left with him - even his sister Metien was dejected by the shocking news. She left quietly and deliberately avoided it.

Her brother Lin Ge and Sister Livia who are worried about her safety. If she can calm down, she may return to Cloud Whale Sky Island, but it seems unrealistic to expect a little girl to accept reality faster than a mature adult.

—Although there are not no similar examples, they seem to only exist in novels and scripts.

Ringer had already noticed this situation. Of course, anyone with eyes could see this obvious change, but the young man did not stop it. Because what he thought at the time was that everyone really needed to think calmly.

Time and space are not given by others, but are determined by character. Of course, if young people can say some passionate encouragement or exciting speeches to mobilize their emotions in time, then things will not turn around.

Unfortunately, Ringer has never been good at or used to doing this kind of thing.

"So, this is your problem."

Shelia seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking at the moment, just like the dialogue that often occurs in stage plays, she inserted into his mental activities very impolitely: "You should have brought them back, and then had a warm meal

After making a fuss about dinner, take a comfortable hot bath, and then sleep in a warm goose feather or cashmere quilt. They will calm down the next day - in this way, the eldest sister's hard-working dinner will be over.

It makes sense. But, you didn’t fulfill your promise, which is really annoying...sigh."

What are you calling someone for? She didn't say it clearly, but the sigh full of disappointment and regret undoubtedly expressed her intention. The young man couldn't help but ask: "When did I promise?"

"Just now?"

"Why didn't I know?"

The bartender tilted her head, and under her slanted bangs, a sky-blue eye was full of innocence: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, I made a promise for you."

"This is the first time I know that this kind of thing can be done by others."

"It's not too late to know now - the most important thing is action." Shelia said seriously: "You must take action to prove your sincerity, Ringer."

"Why me?" Ringer asked.

"Are you counting on eldest sister? Or are you counting on me?" The bartender showed a surprised expression at the right time: "I swear, Xiaoxia and I are just friends, and we can't do anything too intimate."

Am I not considered friends with them? The young man’s face was filled with questions and doubts.

"Yes, I know, you are also a friend, just a friend, but... you are a special kind among their friends, aren't you?" When Shelia said this, her expression was so sincere that people couldn't help but

I want to believe that the sentence just now does not actually contain any implicit meaning: "When you feel lonely, when you are alone, when you want to be comforted by someone, I believe they would rather see you than me."

Ringer stabbed her: "You belittle yourself too much, Miss Xelia."

"Just telling the truth." The other party was indifferent.

The young man had nothing to do with her shamelessness, and to be honest - he looked at the empty hall. A long table for dinner had been set up in the center, and chairs had been placed at both ends and sides of the long table, but there was no food that should be on it.

, Mr. Rabbit, who was responsible for placing the tableware, huddled in his nest and refused to show his head. Only one or two hummings could be heard occasionally in the kitchen. That was the landlady preparing dinner. It sounded like she was in a good mood, but combined with the situation in front of her,

The scene makes people feel sad.

The young man sighed in resignation, while the bartender behind the bar had a victorious smile on her face.

"I don't guarantee that I can find them." Ringer took the precaution in advance: "In fact, I don't even know where any of them are, and the Temple of Heaven is very big - this is the sanctuary of the goddess, and even more

It's a city. If there is no specific information, by the time I find the person, dinner time will have already passed."

"Then we can save it for tomorrow's breakfast." She raised her eyebrows happily: "My eldest sister and I are here looking forward to your good news, Mr. Ringer."

The young man said nothing more, just turned around and walked out of the hotel. He only stayed inside for five minutes, which was not even enough for a cup of black tea to cool down. However, the night outside became darker, and through the palm-shaped leaves of the sycamore tree,

The falling starlight is sparse and soft, reflecting the green, withered yellow and fiery red leaves - they all present a unified and deep color in the night.

hope--

The young man tried hard to imagine those hazy gray-white light spots as real starlight, and at the same time prayed - or sighed: everything will go well.



When the young man stood in front of the Goblin's Sleep Inn in the distant universe and looked up at the night sky, there was a person on the Ladiste looking up at the same scenery as him, although the scenes presented by the two night skies were not so consistent -

—On this huge steel battleship, the real stars can only be seen from the deck area where the atrium is located. As for what can be seen from other directions, they are just some artificial lights.

But Tiandis liked these technological lights even more than natural starlight, so she still stood in front of the window, admiring it for a while with a critical, rigorous but aesthetic gaze, and then withdrew her gaze and walked slowly back to herself.

In front of her seat, the black and white chessboard placed on the tea table looked the same from just now to now. But the girl noticed that there was a faint mark on the surface of one of the chess pieces. It was very inconspicuous, but it was enough.

making it lose value.

She asked gently: "Have you thought of that answer, Bo Long?"

"Should we adhere to our ideals or succumb to morality?"

The young man's cheeks were so pale that there was no trace of blood.


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