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“...... There are countless species that have been derived from nature, but no matter what evolutionary path they choose, they all have the same path. Insects eat plants, birds eat insects, ocelots eat birds, and finally the ocelot is eaten by disease and longevity, turning into fertile soil and growing vigorous plants. Animals and plants, as well as more visible and invisible life, make up the longitudinally arranged rings of the salaphim, one after the other, narrower and narrower the higher up. The mission of the druids is to maintain a virtuous cycle. Civilization is a special extension of this ring, which breaks the convention of determining the status of survival by the strength of the individual, and can devour and destroy any structure of the ring. ”

Drusilia's quill takes up some of the ink, leaving lines of fine words on the fine wind-patterned paper. "Circularity is self-healing and can heal the void created by the ingestion of civilization. But this self-healing is limited, and once it is crossed, it will be irreversible. The insect-eaten cavity will eventually collapse the entire circulatory system. So the druids have to stand in the middle of nature and civilization, ensuring the resilience of self-healing, and this is the foothold of balance. The Queen re-read the draft of the core ideas given to the Druid Order and was satisfied.

She goes on to write: "Tiya's model of civilization must enter into a harmonious pace, and it is the task of the Order to spread this harmony. At some point, when civilization destroys nature irrationally for various reasons, we need to be careful to see if this civilization will leave irreparable scars on the Salaphor, and if so, we are obliged to erase the products of nature's errors......"

At this point, the quill paused abruptly, and Drusilia pondered, the tip of the pen smearing a dot of ink on the paper.

She read the last two sentences several times, and fell into a daze. Did the druids really have the position and the power to decide that a civilization was irrational to exist? Of course, she subconsciously thought of humanity. Will it be misunderstood or misinterpreted as a reasonable elimination of hostile forces, or even ...... Slaughter?

She shuddered. Cross out the last two sentences with a pen. It suddenly occurred to me that my judgment of human beings was too subjective, that she had never left the forest in the past few hundred years as a princess, and that her knowledge of human beings was only limited to the merchants who bought spices and fabrics, and later the greedy slave hunters. It's not even as clear as the description of squirrels in the illustrated book!

The young queen sighed, she missed the old days so much, whether it was political or intellectual, there was always someone who would give her answers. Her mysterious teacher never seems to be lost. Wisdom is who he is.

Tia's tentacles needed to be stretched out of the forest to absorb more information about the Southeastern Alliance, the queen thought.

"Your Majesty, Minister Villelet has asked for an audience. The Queen's chief of guard said.

"Ask her to come in. ”

Drusilia watched with some surprise as the new Home Secretary and close friend of the Queen walked in angrily, as if someone had burned down her house.

"Forgive me for my incompetence, you must come forward to take care of it!" said Willett with three points of anger, three points of grievance, and four points of helplessness.

Going through all the possible troubles in her head, Drusilia said to her friend that she didn't understand.

"He, he's got a fried chicken shop in Midsummer Square!" said Villette, leaning forward on tiptoe.

Drusilia is a reflection of the word "fried chicken restaurant" to whom "he" refers to.

“...... Let Vlamir do whatever he likes, and we're going to give the Flame Mage some face. The queen suppressed her curiosity about fried chicken restaurants. Said seriously.

Violet looked on the verge of madness, "I've already given him face." Last week he got half of the Green City's patrol rangers drunk with some birdtail he sold, and almost burned down the newly repaired Sunstrider's Opera House. Last week he sold perfumes and led a strike by the perfumers. I haven't finished wiping my ass yet. Today, he actually blocked the door of the Green Capital Diet Scholar's house, shouted to open a fried chicken restaurant, and made the old scholar faint. ”

The queen wanted to scratch her head, but held back. "Selling fried chicken...... It doesn't seem to fit the teachings of the druids. It's a hedonistic nature, and you can ask someone from the Order to communicate with him, how to say that he is also a teacher. ”

"I thought so too. So please ask Candace to speak. Villelet was a little discouraged. "That big-eyed monster is so good at talking nonsense, he actually said that it was to investigate the connection between the flavored glutamate of native poultry and forest stocking, I didn't understand, anyway, Candace was stunned. In the end, she told me that it was the duty of the patrol to operate in the city, and that she could not control it, and Vlamir even said that I should allocate him a research fund. ”

"Then let the Green Capital Patrol go. "The queen also started kicking the ball.

"The patrol was poured a few glasses of wine by him, and in return I said that Vlamir belonged to the Garlanor allies and should be in charge of the Ministry of Foreign Trade. ”

"That'...... Send the Ministry of Foreign Trade. Drusilia's voice also lowered.

Wellett was so angry that she burst into tears, gritted her teeth and said, "The people from the Ministry of Foreign Trade came back and gave me a form, saying that they were helping my allies apply for research grants!"

......

Drusilia put her hand on her forehead and had a headache. "You should go to the military department. ”

"What!" Willett was taken aback, "to send out the army? just because he sells fried chicken?"

"I mean, fight poison with poison -- Ramesile. ”

Ten minutes later, the former Ranger captain, now the new Ranger general, pushed open the glass door.

"I like you coming!" Vlamir, wearing a strange little hat, saw the visitor behind the ordering counter, and immediately continued in the same enthusiastic tone: "Don't buy it!"

"Wow, Vlamir, your greeting is really ...... Unique. Ramesile pointed to the sign outside, "Madonna sounds like a noble lady's name, why did you name the fried chicken restaurant." ”

The magic eye said angrily: "She was originally a beloved princess, but later ......"

"Later queen?"

She was dumped because her husband, Prince KFC, had an affair with a young man named Tex, and Madonna, who had become a commoner, took over the fast-food restaurant business from her uncle McDonald's, and later became famous. ”

"Oh, it's an inspirational story. Ramsilele nodded.

"Do you want to buy it or not?"

"I'll take a look......" Ranger glanced at the picture menu, "...... Come to this, family bucket. ”

The Demon Eye didn't look back, and the four tentacles reached into the kitchenware and crackled for a while, then took out a barrel of cardboard boxes. "Your whole family bucket will be 15 silver coins. ”

Ramsilele pulls out a golden chicken wing. Looking at the greasy appearance, he pouted his lips and still bit down. "It's okay...... Oiled a little. I said man, if you're really idle, there's a hire from the military department that you can consider looking at. ”

"Tell me. Vlamir was expressionless and his tone was straight.

"It is so, His Majesty asks us to use all kinds of methods to provoke the courage of the people against humanity, and not to lose it because of the passage of time. We plan to use the form of drama and opera, but Tia can write poignant love eulogies, but not with boiling blood and impassioned. To put it simply, we lack a screenwriter. Not. This is a potato? I didn't expect it to taste like this when it was fried. ”

Vlamir's big eyes burst into a light, and he threw his hat into the oil pot, and he was extremely excited: "I am the best at ideological work! In the past, everyone on the battlefield called me the political commissar of the red hegemonic magic eye! I have done this job!"

"What are you going to write?" the ranger ate half of the contents of the barrel box.

"In the face of the brutal oppression of the masses by the evil landlord forces, we must call on the broad masses of the proletariat to unite, and the reactionary forces are never to be feared, but to fight in a reserved manner and carry out the red revolution to the end! From the Lava Mountains to the Crimson Federation!Red light shines brightly, and we will punish the world!" DEMONOCUS roared with red eyes, and the sound waves echoed through the shop.

The chicken wings in Ramsile's mouth fell to the ground, and he was stunned as he looked at Vlamir, who was about to shoot his eyeballs out in excitement. "I—We don't want a cult. ”

"Let's put it this way. It is necessary to arouse hatred against the enemy. For example, a human gives your wife to ...... Yes, give your daughter, give your mother. your father, brothers, sisters, and even your dog! What do you call such a person?" Vlamir was filled with indignation, and the word enemy hung on his lips.

Ramesile bar, chirp, chirp. Look down at the carton of fried chicken in your hand. Said cautiously: "The whole family stabs?"

Vlamir fell headlong and the kitchen utensils crackled to the ground. He struggled to crawl out from behind the ordering counter, never expecting to be hit with a fatal complaint.

"You...... Forget it, maybe the hatred route is not for the elves. Are there any heroes in Tia's history who are very legendary and have left a deep legend in the fight against foreign races?"

"Yes, the legendary swordsman Winster, the ancestor of the Blowing Snow Clan!" Ramesile said.

Vlamir floated again, and the name sounded legendary.

"Blowing Snow is an elven clan that settled in the northern part of the Tia Forest, and there was no such thing as a kingdom recall at the time. The elves there are at odds with the Darkhammer dwarves. At that time, the leader of the Dwarves of the Darkhammer was Ogden, the lord of Blackstone, who was very powerful and had a very powerful mace, which was called the Flying Hammer by the dwarves on the north side of the mountain. Later, in order to settle the dispute, Ogden and Winster had a one-on-one duel on the top of the Lava Mountain, which spread throughout most of the Sarafur!"

Vlamir pondered these two names, how did they sound familiar? Winster, the swordsman of the Blowing Snow Clan, and Ogden, the lord of Blackstone...... This is the magical version of the final battle at the top of the molten lava! MONOCULUS suddenly felt the energy core in his body work, and the four tentacles crackled with excitement.

"What happened later?"

"It was a snowy day, and Winster was dressed in white and carried a sword, and he climbed the mountain path step by step. He stood on the top of a cold, windy mountain, quietly waiting for the enemy to come. No one can describe Winster's sparkle, his eyes are cold for Ogden to open, his sword is cold for the blood of glory, his heart is cold, and he will not show mercy for the safety of his countrymen!"

"Oooh, oh!" the MONOCULUS trembled with excitement.

"Later, he ......," Ramsilele sighed.

"What's wrong with him!?" Vlamir crushed the bar.

Ramesile's face was heavy.

"He ......"

"What the hell is the result!?"

"Winster, he ...... He died of cold. ”

......

Vlamir's mouth was open, as if petrified, and he fell to the ground with a thud and rolled. It was as if a hundred crows were croaking and flying across the sky.

Ramesile wiped tears from the corners of her eyes and ate the fries in one gulp. "It's a sad story, please write it well. After saying that, he walked away, his back was gloomy.

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"Gone?"

"Gone. Staggered, desolate, as if raped. ”

"You see, bad jokes can be useful sometimes. Drusilia said with a smile. (To be continued!)

ps: I have friends here today, so it's late.