Chapter 504

When the second sun also became a sunset, it finally became dark. The clouds in the sky began to change into different colors and shapes, which gave people the illusion of returning to the earth.

Before the sun completely sank, some bright stars couldn't wait to open their eyes and peep into the world from the sky. They are getting brighter and brighter, and bright lights are reflected on the lake. Looking from the hillside, it is almost impossible to tell which is the lake and which is the sky.

Mrs. Larry squatted by the lake, cleaned her hands, scooped a ladle of water and drank a few mouthfuls. She is obviously very tired. From the end of the battle to now, she has been helping the wounded clean and bandage their wounds. Some injuries are very serious and there are no medical conditions. It is very troublesome to deal with them.

She washed her face and stroked her slightly messy hair against the lake before she stood up and went back to the lit campfire.

Petru was roasting a fish on the fire, which he had just caught from the lake.

Savages are also roasting fish around other fires. After those bodies are buried, they can only feed their hunger by picking wild fruits and fishing.

Their fishing skills are so good that even petru, who has been at sea all year round, has to admire them.

Petru tore off a fish and handed it to Mrs. Larry. "Try it. The fish is fresh."

Mrs. Larry took the fish and tasted it. She praised, "it tastes good. I didn't expect you to be a good cook!"

Petru was very happy when he was praised and said, "unfortunately, there is no seasoning. If only he could ask Mr. stone for some salt."

It was completely dark, and the starry sky looked more and more low, like marbles on the ceiling, as if you could reach for them. Barnard encircles the Orion Nebula and rises slowly from the eastern sky. It looks closer than last night.

Aoki realized that he was still a thousand light-years away from the earth, maybe a few light-years farther than yesterday, and the day just passed, I don't know how long it has passed on the earth.

He put the ebony stick aside, took out the wicker and looked around in his hand. The young leaves on the wicker glowed silver under the stars, like a layer of silver. He felt the weak and ceaseless power of life inside, and seemed to connect with a distant place, where life was pregnant, budding and growing happily.

Kubota came over and seemed to want to say something. He probably thought that Aoki couldn't understand him. He just opened his mouth and didn't make any sound. He glanced at the scepter on the ground, and a strange look flashed on his face. Then he walked away.

Looking at Kubota's appearance, he wants to communicate with Aoki, but the communication of consciousness needs a scepter, which has been given to Aoki. Aoki is a lazy man. He is enjoying the tenderness brought by the wicker. Naturally, he is too lazy to pick up the scepter on the ground to communicate with Kubota.

The savages began to sing to the stars under the leadership of Kubota.

After a while, it was probably the singing voice of the savage that bothered him. Qingmu picked up the wicker, picked up the divine wood stick and stood up lazily.

He went to see the wounded first.

Although Mrs. Larry is not a professional medical staff, she is very careful, and all the wounds are well treated. As a former ace mercenary, petru, under Mrs. Larry's "coercion and inducement", took out the ability of battlefield first aid and helped a lot.

Except for a few seriously injured, the rest of the wounded also sang with other savages. Those who can crawl and those who can't crawl also try to curl up and make a pious attitude.

Aoki looked around and didn't understand why they did this to the stars above their heads every day. If the weather was always so good, wouldn't they need to sleep?

He shook his head and came to Mrs. Larry's fire. Petru threw a branch with grilled fish. Aoki caught it and tasted it. He found that it tasted good except a little lighter.

Mrs. Larry asked, "are the wounded all right?"

Aoki said, "everything is very good."

The lady said, "you should pay attention. The conditions are too poor and may be infected."

Aoki nodded and said, "madam, in fact, you don't have to do that."

Mrs. Larry said, "I know what you think, but some things don't care too much about my feelings. I'm just an ordinary person in front of God."

"God?" said Aoki. "Where is God?"

Mrs. Larry said with a smile, "it's far away and near. Everyone can see that now the whole tribe is your people. They regard you as God! You saved me, oh, and of course petru --"

She smiled gratefully at petru, "I thank you! I hate those who hurt me! But when we escaped from that island, that time and space have been destroyed and everything in that world has disappeared. This is a new world. We should no longer dwell on the experience of previous lives, should we?

Now, Mr. Aoki has become their God, and they have become the people of my benefactor. If I look at them as enemies again, the hatred will never end and our hearts will never be calm. The world should not exist for hatred, and we should not live for hatred. Why should I return when sin has disappeared and the object of revenge is no longer there Be persistent in hatred! "

Aoki doesn't know how to answer Mrs. Larry. His wife said he was a God, but in front of her, Aoki suddenly felt very small, at least very lazy, because he had never thought so much.

"However, you don't have to do it yourself. I can let others in the tribe do it."

"No, they are not professional. Petru is a hundred times better than them in this regard."

"That's right! Eh..." petru praised him. He was in a good mood, but he was full of contradictions. He always felt that it was infuriating to help savages heal. He is not as great as Mrs. Larry, and he doesn't understand how it has become an afterlife just by changing an island.

"Do you know what they're singing?" asked Mrs. Larry.

Aoki felt the consciousness of the wild people through the scepter. Their consciousness should be the content they sing at the moment. Aoki feels very sacred, but he can't transform this consciousness into intuitive understanding. It's like the poetry of a poem, which you can't translate.

But Mrs. Larry can translate because she has learned the savage language. In the afternoon, she communicated with Kubota for a long time and corrected some mistakes in her understanding of the language.

She began to learn the tone of the savages and sing their poems in English:

God is on earth,

Descendants of Vail,

Take this oath.

I will be the holy land of the patron saint for generations,

Expel the shadow of the devil.

Let the trees grow luxuriantly, and the canopy shelter me from the shade;

Let the flowers bloom and the earth bathe in fragrance forever;

Let the lake be clear as I am;

Let the sky be clean and the God crow soar freely;

Let the stars shine forever and illuminate God's way home without obstacles.

God!

Please give me strength!

I will raise my spear,

Whoever stands in your way,

Even mountains can be broken!

I'll fill the bowstring,

Whoever destroys my holy land,

You can shoot down for days!

Not to mention the cattle, ghosts and snakes, ghosts and monsters!

Not to mention the hand of evil spirits, the shadow of evil spirits!

I take my body as the pillar of Optimus;

I turn my eyes into the eyes of heaven;

I turn my hand into a fight;

I turn my blood into a spring of lilies.

I will be with the holy land,

From generation to generation,

To the day of God's return.

At that time, if my children and grandchildren were still there,

Please give him back his third eye,

On the road to glory,

Return to the holy heaven!