It's a strange country.

Please pick a thousand people from the crowd, ask them to have a thousand dreams, and then choose the most absurd dreams, and choose the most bizarre parts of this dream to put together a story.

In this dream, there are five races, and these five races are divided into one hundred and seventy-four nations.

One nation chooses one person, and one hundred and seventy-four people have a dinner, and two restaurants have to be chartered.

The name of this dream is Avaranga.

Well, the above is a passage cut out of a half-literate aria "poetry book" written by a child in a simplified lingua franca, very straightforward, without connotation, in his eyes, Albert is a rough man, he really doesn't understand how to appreciate the "deep meaning" of the poetry of the article, but at least it illuminates the demographic complexity of the wizarding country, which is probably the country with the largest number of ethnic groups in the world.

In fact, it should have been counted as one hundred and seventy-six nationalities, but considering that only one old man of these two nationalities was left who began to fail and would be buried in two or three years, he was basically declared gone, so it was not counted.

If you look at the total number of ethnic groups many years ago, it must have been only a lot more than it is now, and many of them have slowly merged.

Maybe this is the inevitability of progress, or maybe this is the loss of traditional culture, he is not a scholar of folklore, so he can't tell.

As far as he can understand, so many nationalities, as well as world views, family concepts, and various congenital conditions, under various factors, the country is not chaotic has surprised foreigners, and internationally, the performance of policies and systems that are completely different from other countries has also made the market of [Avaranga collapse theory] rise, when the ocean really can't prevent communication, the collapse theory may spread farther, but the fact is that this emerging country that was born only a few hundred years ago is still strong, and the other two empires are also strong.

On this planet called Cedras, Avaranga, Smålan, and the ancient country of Otlan in the East, the main body of the world was firmly grasped by these three behemoths, leaving no gaps at all.

This is unfair to a backward country, such as a civilization born on a small continent.

The land area of that civilization was almost the same as that of several provinces of the Celestial Empire combined.

They are diligent, studious, and self-motivated, but they have gotten rid of the title of savages in a hundred years, and they will definitely go further than other small countries in the future, but the seats of the superpower power are already full, and they can only be the fourth in ten thousand years.

In short, the three countries are communicating with each other, crossing the river by feeling the stones, and new sparks are colliding with completely different ideas, even Smeran, who massacred wizards on a large scale four hundred years ago, and the wizarding country of Avaranga is embracing the beneficial parts of each other's cultures.

"But I have to say, Father, that missionary work in this land is too whimsical. ”

Albert didn't show mercy to the other party, and his words were dead.

"Most of the people in the country, except for the elven veterans who are still alive, we can communicate with you happily, what we hate is your country, and we welcome those who really want to communicate, but we can spread the glory of a god that once slaughtered us, sorry this is impossible. ”

The black-robed priest clutched the metal talisman hanging on his chest tightly and smiled himself: "I know it's impossible, I'm just using this reason to apply to the higher authorities to come here." ”

The other man, a young man, tall and thin, with large skeleton, and fiery red hair like a flame, but with a very gentle personality, showed Albert the rune: "This talisman, the talisman representing God, has been handed down from my grandfather's belt. ”

"Three generations of my family have been priests who practice magic, and my grandfather participated in the Transitional Sea War, which was the battle when wizards gathered to go to the New World, and the Holy See assembled to eradicate all wizards, Avaranga's textbooks should remember it very clearly, after all, it was such an important turning point. ”

"Grandpa, he always talked about that battle, and he always liked to tell me and my father about his old comrades. ”

"He's leaving wrestling with whether it's right or wrong. ”

He gently rubbed the metal in his hand, which seemed to have been melted by the fire magic.

"What he remembers most clearly is the three wizards, two wizards married and gave birth to children with a talent for spell-casting, he was forcibly summoned to the [Heavenly Punishment] brigade, went to crusade against them, and finally killed only one, and the other two ran away. ”

"It was a good father, and he stood in front of the door with his body, delaying for only a few minutes, until the wizard blew himself up, and they couldn't take a single step forward to see the man's wife and children leave. ”

The priest sighed and drew a cross on his chest: "He often dreamed of them, often woke up from nightmares, and spent the rest of his life in prayer after prayer of doubts about his faith and regret at finding himself shaken. ”

He often screamed in the middle of the night, then got up and went to the prayer room of his home crying and begging for forgiveness. ”

"My father too, suffered from a serious mental illness, and I don't know why. ”

"That's why I'm here. ”

The red-haired man looked at the cuff with wandering eyes, and there, there was also a bracelet, which, in their religion, had symbolic phrases on the bracelet that meant "new life", "hope", and "light".

"I, I don't know. ”

The priest buried his head so that others could not see his face clearly, and tugged at his hair vigorously, and like his grandfather, he began to wonder about his faith, and doubts appeared in his heart.

"Before I came, I just wanted him to be redeemed, to set foot on this land with his relics, maybe to let him see something in heaven, what he needs to see, but I, I... ”

He thumped his chest hard and took a deep breath: "There is absolutely no [innate sin] here, I can't find the so-called calamity and chaos at all, if you want to say who is wrong, it should be us, Holy Spirit, forgive me." ”

"That's why you say, you can't do that here. Albert took the cup and took a sip of water, "The Avarangas never ask for forgiveness and help from that kind of nothingness when they are cornered, we are more accustomed to blasting the way away, even if it is not a feud, that set is not used here, can God be observed? ”

He paused: "God has things that God wants to do, and people have things to do. ”

The priest sighed and got up, saluted, and left.

A tug-of-war that has lasted for thousands of years, the effects of which have not faded to this day, and perhaps never will be, have turned into a nightmare, a nightmare that has haunted three entire generations.

I've also been involved in wars.

His eyes blurred slightly, and the back of the black-robed man made him seem to see some familiar person.

Picked up and raised by the homeless, and then the homeless died, mixed with other abandoned children, and then, chaos, death, death, death, only he was left alive, and then he lived a long and peaceful life, like everyone else, but unfortunately he didn't die in the end, but, he just looked away, and the person named [Lin Wen] didn't live a wonderful life, bumpy, not fulfilling, it was just a simple life.

No matter what world you go to, perhaps, one thing remains the same.

"War, it's a terrible thing. ”