When the second sun also turned into sunset, the sky finally darkened. The clouds on the horizon began to change colors and shapes, giving the illusion of returning to Earth.

Before the sun had fully sunk, some bright stars couldn't wait to open their eyes and peek out from the canopy. They grew brighter and brighter, and the bright light reflected on the surface of the lake, and when you looked at it from the hillside, it was almost impossible to tell which was the lake and which was the sky.

Mrs. Larry squatted by the lake, washed her hands, scooped a ladle of water, and took a few sips of it. She was obviously tired, and from the end of the battle until now, she had been helping the wounded to clean and bandage their wounds, some of which were very serious, and without any medical conditions, it was very troublesome to deal with.

She washed her face and brushed her slightly messy hair against the lake before she got up and returned to the lit campfire.

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

The savages were also roasting fish around other fires, and after the carcasses were buried, they had to feed themselves by picking wild fruits and fishing.

Their fishing skills are good, and even Petru, who has been at sea all year round, has to admire them.

Petru tore off a piece of fish and handed it to Mrs. Larry: "Taste it, this fish is fresh." ”

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

Petru was very happy when he was complimented, and said, "It's a pity that there is no seasoning, if only I could ask Mr. Stone for salt." ”

It was completely dark, and the starry sky seemed lower and lower, like marbles on the ceiling, as if you could reach out and pick it up. Barnard circled the Orion Nebula and slowly rose from the eastern sky, looking closer than it had been last night.

Aoki realized that he was still a thousand light-years away from Earth at this time, probably a few light-years away from yesterday, and the day that had just passed, I don't know how long had passed on Earth.

He set aside the ebony staff and took out the wicker and looked at it over and over in his hand. The young leaves on the wicker glowed silvery-white under the starry sky, like a layer of silver. He felt the faint and unending power of life inside, which seemed to connect to some distant place, and there, there was life in the birth, in the bud, and in the thriving growth.

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

Looking at Kuberta's appearance, he wanted to communicate with Aoki for consciousness, but the scepter was needed for consciousness exchange, and the scepter had been given to Aoki, and Aoki was a lazy man, he was enjoying the tenderness brought to him by the wicker, so he was naturally too lazy to pick up the scepter on the ground to communicate with Kuberta.

The savages began to chant to the stars, led by Cooperta.

After a while, probably because the chanting of the savages had disturbed him, Aoki packed up the wicker, picked up the sacred wooden staff, and stood up lazily.

He went to see the wounded first.

Although Mrs. Larry is not a professional medical worker, she is very careful, all the wounds are well handled, Petru, as a former ace mercenary, under Mrs. Larry's "coercion and temptation", took out the ability of battlefield first aid and helped a lot.

Except for a few who were seriously wounded, the rest of the wounded also sang with the other savages, crawling as much as they could, and those who could not curl up as much as possible to make a pious gesture.

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

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

Mrs. Larry asked, "Are the wounded all right?" ”

Aoki said, "It's all good. ”

Madame said: "You still have to pay attention, the conditions are too bad, and you may be infected." ”

Aoki nodded and said, "Madam, actually, you don't have to do that. ”

Mrs. Larry said, "I know what you guys think, but there are some things that don't matter too much about my feelings, and I'm just an ordinary person before God. ”

"God?" Aoki said, "Where is God?" ”

Mrs. Larry laughed, "Far away, close at hand." Anyone can see that now the whole tribe is your people, and they treat you as a god! You were the one who saved me, oh, and Petru, of course—"

She smiled gratefully at Petru, "I thank you! I also hate those who hurt me! But when we escaped from that island, the plane was destroyed, and everything in that world was gone. It's a new world, and we shouldn't dwell on the experiences of our past lives, can we?

Now, Mr. Aoki has become their god, and they have become my benefactor's people, and if I look at them as enemies again, the hatred will never end, and our hearts will never be at peace. The world should not exist for hatred, and we should not live for hatred. Why should I cling to hatred when sin is gone, and the object of revenge is gone! ”

Aoki didn't know how to take Mrs. Larry's words. Madame said that he was a god, but in front of her, Aoki suddenly felt very small, or at least lazy, because he had never thought so much.

"But you don't have to do it yourself, clean your wounds, dress them up, I can get someone else in the tribe to do it."

"No, they're not professional. In this respect, Petru is a hundred times stronger than them. ”

"That's right! Forehead...... "Petru's praise is very good, but there are many contradictions in his heart, and he always feels that helping the wild man heal is a troublesome thing. He wasn't as great as Mrs. Larry, and he didn't understand how it was just a change of island, and it became a matter of another life.

"Any idea what they're singing?" Mrs. Larry asked.

Aoki's heart moved, and he sensed the consciousness of the savages through the scepter. Their consciousness should be what they are chanting at this moment, and Aoki thinks it is very sacred, but he can't transform this consciousness into an intuitive understanding, like the poetry of a poem, you can't translate it.

But Lady Larry is translatable because she has learned the language of the savages. In the afternoon, she spent a long time with Cooberta and corrected some of her mistakes in understanding the language.

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

God above,

Descendants of Weir,

Make this vow.

I will protect the holy place of the gods for generations,

Banish the Shadow of the Devil.

Let the tree become its luxuriant, and the crown will protect me from the shade;

Let the flowers bloom, and the earth will always be fragrant;

Let the lake be clear as it is;

Let the sky be clear, and the crows will fly freely;

Let the stars shine forever and illuminate the way back of God, without hindrance.

O God!

Please give me strength!

I will lift up my spear,

Whoever stands in your way,

Even mountains can be smashed!

I will fill the bowstrings,

Whoever destroys my holy place,

You can shoot down even a day!

What's more, the cow ghost and snake god, the charm and the ghost!

Not to mention the hand of the evil spirit, the shadow of the demon!

I took my body and became the Optimus Pillar;

I have turned my eyes into the eyes of the heavens;

I have turned my hand into a fight;

I have turned my blood into a fountain.

I will be with the Holy Land,

Generations

Until the day of God's return.

At that time, if my children were still alive,

Give him back a third eye,

On the road to glory,

Return to Divine Heaven!