Mr. Clément was recognized as a great educator in Fal-Easton. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoThis tall and thin old man with a monocle on the bridge of his nose has devoted his life's enthusiasm and energy to the great cause of making more people able to read the Holy Book on their own. Later historian Ben Rowlandz described Chris, the King of Wizards, of his means of conquest: "He carried a sword called 'Violence' in one hand and a holy book called 'Knowledge' in the other. "There is no doubt that Mr. Clément is one of the most prominent disseminators of this knowledge. He brought words and light to children who had fallen into ignorance and ignorance, and at the same time taught them the morals and rules of the Holy Scriptures.

On this day, he walked in the corridor of this Odenis style building, and looking at this ancient building, the old man remembered the good times of his youth in the imperial capital of Barente.

"Monsieur Clément!" said a young man's childish cry, which halted the old man's steps. He turned around and saw the daredevil, who had called out to him.

"Ah, Hans, is there anything wrong?" said the old man, holding the Holy Book under his right arm, and his right hand in his trouser pocket. He stretched out his left hand and touched the boy's head lovingly.

"You'd better come and see that the twins are starting to cry again, just like they did when they came back a dozen days ago...... Oh...... And also...... I ......"

Monsieur Clément looked at the boy with his head bowed and his hands in his pockets. Immediately guessed what the son of the needle shop owner wanted to say to him.

"Is there anything you want to ask me yourself?" he asked.

Hans hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to look up and say, "None of our parents have come to see us lately, and you won't let us leave the school...... Are they all like Jack and Dick's parents......"

Mr. Clément did not reply, but drew a cross on his chest. Hans saw him, and a weeping ghost crept up his face.

His every move was watched by Mr. Clément, and Mr. Clément was quite fond of this clever student on weekdays. When the other children memorized one verse of the Holy Scriptures, he memorized two verses. The only equally bright children in this school are twin brothers.

"How many students are there who think the same way as you?" asked Mr. Clément softly.

"No...... How many ......" Hans glanced up at Mr. Clément, then lowered his head again, "but if Jack keeps crying......"

"The Father said, 'Let us not deceive. Mr. Clément sighed, "Let's go to the classroom, you call the classmates, I think we should talk about it." ”

A moment later, Mr. Clément stepped into the largest classroom of the makeshift Sunday school, where the students were waiting for him, well-informed people whispering, many with tears on their faces, like prisoners awaiting a death sentence.

"Hey!Tom!Don't scribble on the walls!Jack!You should go wash your face with your brother!Sit down, sit all for me!," Mr. Clément said a few words, and the chaos in the classroom immediately turned into order. This magical power would have surprised even Odeskar and Kaos.

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked neatly at Mr. Clement below, and all the teachers at the Sunday school, including the cook who cooked for everyone, stood outside the door, quietly waiting for Mr. Clement's words.

"Young ladies, future gentlemen, as you have doubted before—I have to tell you the truth: the vast majority of your relatives here were called by the Father on that bloody night to return to the divine realm of Abys. ”

This sentence immediately caused the pot to explode below, and the tears that had been brewing for a long time poured out like a flood that had burst the embankment, and the classroom was filled with mourning.

"Silence, silence!" said Mr. Clement, who had made the students cry for a dozen times, and then shook the small brass bell in his hand. The prestige of the headmaster, which he had built up in a short period of time, had an immediate effect, and the classroom was quiet. A few were still sobbing, but the sound was so subtle that it didn't interfere with Mr. Clément's speech.

"I'm sorry to tell you this sad news myself, and I must make it clear that the reason they died was because their desire for their children to learn about culture was considered treason. ”

The older children present immediately understood what Mr. Clément meant, while the younger ones understood only one thing: someone had killed their parents just because they had come here to attend classes.

"Who killed them?!" shouted the older children. Mr. Clément hurriedly rattled the bell again, and it was only then that the classroom was quiet.

"The kids...... I'm sorry...... Children ......," said the tall, lanky old man, choking up, "I have never met a people so devastating to their country and religion in my more than forty years of teaching. It is my fault that you have come to study with me and caused trouble to your family. However, I would like to advise all of you. As a person who yearns for Heavenly Father and culture, don't let revenge lose your mind! Responding to violence with violence is not a cure for hatred, it will only lead you to madness. ”

The older children understood, and the younger children seemed to understand. But they both knew that Mr. Clément was trying to persuade them not to think about revenge. This is an incredible thing in the Midfield Kingdom, which has a tradition of "a gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late".

"Never!" cried out one of the older children, "I will make the murderers pay for their blood!"

"Blood debt, blood debt, blood debt!!" the other children shouted with their fists, some cried in the chaos, and others began to smash the table.

"Silence!!!" said Mr. Clement had to shake the brass bell again. He didn't usually need this thing, but for a few days he had to rely on its power to maintain order in the classroom.

The noisy classroom fell silent again, and a pair of eyes soaked in tears and anger looked at the tall and thin old man on the podium.

"Listen to me, kids, listen to me. Mr. Clement felt a pang in his heart, and for the first time he realized how pale his words were, but he had to continue with these pale preaching.

"Hatred is blind and is not praised by the merciful Father, my children......"

"But it is praised by Odysscal - if hatred can bring order!" This seemingly rational remark immediately aroused the applause of the students.

"Odysskar never wants our world to become a world where there is nothing but absolute order, my children. "You know, hatred often destroys reason, and the hatred of reason is even more terrible, it will swallow up the last bit of light in your heart, and no conscience or morality can survive the hatred of reason." ”

The old man's words may have been too difficult, so the children fell silent for a moment, and even the sobbing ones held their breath. I only heard the old principal continue:

"Remember, you're still alive! Our ancestors committed original sin with their Father, so Father Paracerans rebukes us and fills our short lives with pain and pain, but He does not abandon us, but allows his son, Odysskar, Lord of Order, to rekindle the hope of light. After we have a rational understanding of the final end of life, we must not let these meaningless things defile our hearts on our journey! We must smile! We must be pious! Only in this way, when the day of the end comes, can we find our rightful place in Abyss and receive the eternal blessings bestowed by our Heavenly Father. My children, your souls have just been put on the right track, and do you want to lose your mind, sink yourself, and eventually fall into Inishir?

Mr. Clément said the above in one breath and paused to catch his breath. The younger children stopped crying, and the older ones began to think. At this time, an immature voice broke the peace in the classroom:

"I don't want anything, and I don't want to go to Abys. I just love my mom back. ”

Everyone looked at the source of the voice: a little boy with flaxen hair was sobbing down, and another boy who looked exactly like him was comforting him.

"Don't cry, brother, don't cry, mom has already ......" At first, he was still comforting his brother, but when he said this, he grinned and began to cry.

It is only natural that the epidemic of grief is immediately regaining its prevalence in the classroom—is there a simpler way to vent sorrow and helplessness than crying?

Dick Pasbia, who comforted his brother and wept with him, was the source of the unease that had been in Sunday school these days. The children had long wondered if their family had suffered the same as the two, but they could not tell the young two about the events of that night - the twins only knew that their mother had been killed. It was not until today, when Mr. Clément had confirmed the bad news, that they let go of their hanging hearts and wept bitterly.

Monsieur Clement did not rattle the bell this time, and let the cry grow louder and louder. He wiped his old eyes, whispered to a teacher, and told him to suspend his studies today, and he asked another teacher about the reply to the grant application he had drawn up the other day, which he thought he must take on the responsibility of raising the children until they reached adulthood, and at last he called the cook and told him to have a meal at noon today.

The atmosphere at Rochester Sunday School today is mournful, and the sounds of the Holy Scriptures that used to haunt the school are gone, replaced by the sound of weeping. There are often those who weep and ask their hearts to admit that this is the last time, but when the plague of grief finds them, tears will never give up the surging right.

The brothers had known the bad news for the longest time - oh no, to be precise, they had seen their mother's death with their own eyes. At that moment, the weaker brother of the two, Jack, did nothing but cry and insult the damned murderer, but the younger brother Dick held firmly on the silver Liverl that the murderer had left on the table.

"I won't forget him!" he said to his weeping brother, "When I grow up and have strength, I must learn martial arts and avenge my mother!"

His hatred had not faded away from Mr. Clément's teachings, and his hatred was what the old man called a "hatred of the intellect" which could swallow up all morality and conscience!

Jack didn't know that his twin brother was completely occupied by the demon called hatred in his heart at the moment, but his brother knew very well that his heart was occupied by grief. So he accompanied his tearful brother away from the mournful classroom and went to the withered backyard to relax.

In normal times, the brothers from poor backgrounds would have happily played in the backyard, where only the baron's children were entitled, and frolicked in the withered grass. In fact, a few days ago, naughty children had been coveting this place for a long time, but at that time the teacher watched closely and did not allow them to move around freely.

The two brothers set foot on the lawn, which was usually guarded as the forbidden land of Abys, and unlike the legendary pure land, where the grass was green and vibrant, there was nothing but decay and death.

It's easy for children to be diverted by something else – they've been crying for too long. So, in a short time, they chased the grasshoppers in the grass who had survived the death scythe of the autumn wind.

The Merciful Lord God, if there was no sorrow, no pain, no unpleasant things in the world, how good it would be! We could run on the grass like carefree children, chasing the pure happiness and joy that we could only feel in our childhood.

Obviously, even if humanity spits on Kaos, the Lord of Chaos, it still can't completely forget the desires and sins he planted in the hearts of humans. Therefore, all things that are pure and good are always relative and short-lived, and children do not know that they are chasing happiness and death at the same time.

A grasshopper is the messenger of the goddess of death, Damis, and when it escapes the little hand of the death bringer to it, it leads its two children to Damis's palace as compensation.

Dick, who was nimble, pounced to catch the grasshopper struggling to survive, but the grasshopper didn't catch it, but pushed it on the rock it had been staying. Strangely, the rock was not as heavy as it seemed, but shook slightly.

"Come, brother, there's a strange stone here!" called to his brother Dick Pasbia, who knew that this ordinary phrase was now to his brother the bell of the goddess of death, Damis.

Two curious little creatures worked together to push the rock, making a strange sound that made people's gums sour as it moved. When the two little ones managed to move a little bit out of the rock, and saw the big black hole hidden deep under it, like the entrance to hell, they both leaned against the rock and gasped for breath.

A man in black suddenly appeared at the mouth of the cave, and by the fact that he was wrapped in black, Jack and Dick could judge him to be a heinous villain based on the experience of ordinary stories—and what he did next was indeed heinous: he grabbed Dick by the collar closest to the cave entrance, threw his hand back into the cave, and slashed Jack's neck with a short sword in the other hand, which was just about to scream. Before the blood from the poor child's neck had spilled onto the grass, the murderer had reached out and carried him into the cave, and the strange rock immediately concealed the presence of the two children, and they disappeared from the world without making a sound.

Dick was choked by the hand, then slammed his head on the hard rock wall and bled to the ground, and finally rolled down the steep staircase to the ground. As he was dizzy, coughing loudly and rubbing his wounds to regain his sight, the light vanished above him.

A body with a familiar smell rolled softly beside him, and without looking, he knew that it was his brother who had not been separated since birth.

"Jack!" he shook his brother's body, his hand stuck to the warm, slimy liquid, but he didn't care, it was no different from what was running down his head. Just as he wondered why his brother hadn't answered him as usual, he was startled by the sound of the man in black coming down the stone steps.

Tread, step, step. Like all the villains in novels and stories, the man in black walked towards him at a fixed frequency, vaguely carrying a murder weapon called a sword in his hand.

Fear took over the child's heart, and he hurriedly took his brother's body in his arms, shouting Jack's name as he moved down the darker aisle. It is said that the fear of the unknown is more intimidating than the physical fear, but the child now just wants to avoid the oncoming killer.

"Don't come! Don't come!!Jack!!Jack!! "Dick is only a ** year old child after all, he is holding a body that weighs the same as himself, how can he distance himself from the man in black?

"I'm sorry kid, but you saw something you shouldn't see, so I had to ask you to die too. The man in black said hoarsely, his voice sounding young.

"No!" Dick was terrified, he heard something from the word "also", but reason refused to face it clearly. He shook his brother's body like a mad man, and cried out with a crying voice:

"Jack!Jack!!Get up, let's run, this man is going to kill us!!"

Despite the mask, the child knew from his voice that the man in black was smiling. Does everyone have this look of domination when they slaughter a lamb that has no power to resist?

He swung his dagger and the child's pale green eyes widened in horror.

Just as the wind stirred up by the blade of the sword hit Dick's cheek, a warm body picked up the child, along with the body of the brother in his arms.

Dick rejoiced that he had escaped from the call of the goddess of death and was greedy to smell the comfort of this strong arm—the kind of mother whom he and his brother had longed for since childhood, and whom they loved and could not give their fatherly support.

"What are you doing?" asked the man who had saved him, his voice sounding young.

The man in black who was called to be a ** believer replied calmly: "Kill people and kill people, these two shitty bad things have found the entrance here, and the only way to keep them shut is to make them die." ”

"Do you know what you're doing?!" cried out the man holding Dick angrily, and the child could not help but cry in his respectable angry voice.

"It's just a pariah killing, what's all the fuss! What's more, they're still traitors!" ** The believer swept the short sword in his hand and shouted at him, "You get out of the way for me!"

"No!" said the man, "he's innocent!"

"Don't make a mistake! I've already killed one, and the living one will hate us, and we must cut the grass to the roots. ”

"No!" said the man holding Dick, tightening his arms, "Indeed, in these troubled times, I don't know what is right and what is wrong. But I don't think you're right to take the life of an innocent child in such a frank way!"

The man in black let out a strange laugh, and his voice was blatant with arrogance and mockery: "Oh! The demon cub is still pretending to be benevolent! Thank you for Coruna's kindness! Look, there is a noble demon here! Oh! He loves life and praises the beauty of life! You see! How filthy I am in front of him!"

"Indeed it is as you say!" said the young man holding Dick, "and I hate the filthy demons of the Holy Scriptures and legends as much as you do. But these days, I've figured it out, those filthy guys are definitely not me!"

The believers were stunned by his loud words, and several people came to the other end of the corridor when they heard the sound. Dick looked at them with vague tears in his brother's body, which was gradually cold, and the child's heart, crushed by grief, could no longer tell him what they looked like and dressed, and he only remembered their stunned faces.

The man walked down the dark corridor with Dick in his arms, and when he noticed the body of his brother who was gradually getting cold in Dick's arms, he pressed his cheek to the child's blood-stained flaxen hair, and whispered:

"Sorry...... I'm too late to save this one......"

The gentle words immediately caused the child to cry. He didn't cry when death threatened his young life, but now he cried when he was held in warm and safe arms.

The man did not speak again, but went into a room, where there was already a small oil lamp, and when he went into the room, he lit another one, and the room lit up.

By the light, Dick looked up to see his protector's face: crimson hair, slightly curled like clouds in the sky, and a pair of large aquamarine eyes on a fairy-like slender, soft, slightly childish face.

At the same time, his protector saw the child's face clearly: he saw with his own eyes that the tearful gratitude and sadness on the child's childish face turned into shock and anger in an instant.

"Let go of me, murderer!" Dick struggled and reached out to scratch a long streak of blood on the man's face. The pair of strong arms suddenly stiffened, and the child broke free from his arms, and fell to the ground with a ping-pong bang following the law of gravity along with the body of the elder brother in his arms. He first picked up his brother's head in distress, and then saw the wound on his brother's throat, which was still gurgling and bleeding.

"You bastard turtle bastard!Eggless bastard!Murderous dog robber, **** bastard!!Angel spurned mongrel!!" The child scolded repeatedly, what scolding words wouldn't the ** child say?

The man he scolded did not burst into a rage like the previous bearers of these swear words, but let remorse creep up on his face.

"You...... You're right, I do ......" The man's voice was hoarse, and he was so scolded by a child that he couldn't lift his head, and his body was half-bowed as if he had bent halfway through an apology.

His modest demeanor did not quench the anger in the child's heart, and Dick scolded without repetition for almost a quarter of an hour. The final words scolded are all unbelievable, and are related to some events that human beings love to do but are ashamed to speak, and the people who are scolded do not understand it because they are too young, and the people who are scolded do not understand it because they subconsciously avoid these contents on weekdays.

"That's my fault, don't ...... Don't scold my mom and dad......" The man burst into tears, and it seems that there are relatively few scenes in the world where the scolding and the scolded cry at the same time, and now it is being staged in this underground secret room.

"Well, you have your father and mother, too!Dog robber, where was the ruthlessness with which you killed my mother?" Dick recalled the man's cowardly appearance that day, and scolded more and more fiercely, and many of the sentences that followed, the poor man who was scolded had to break his head to figure out how the words had bent around the bend to him.

The two of them scolded and the other was sullen, and the noisy sound attracted all the people nearby.

"Odrew...... What's the matter?" asked a young man with orange hair, who was scolded by a child and wiped his tears.

“...... The evidence of my guilt ......," he whimpered.

The young man beside him looked stunned, and he drew a circle on his chest with his right hand, and exclaimed in shock, "Praise to Coluna, aren't you?!! you usually see you honest, child...... It's all that big!"

"Aoman! no!" Odru's tearful face showed a look of crying and laughing, it looked indescribably funny, and Aoman managed to control the muscles on his face, and the child on the ground scolded even more fiercely.

"He was the child who killed his mother that night in my operation. Odru finally finished saying this, and the muscles on Aoman's face that had been tense immediately relaxed after hearing this.

"Ah, I see. His voice fell silent, "That's ......"

Aeoman didn't finish his sentence, he crouched down and looked at the child who was clinging to his brother's corpse.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Dick's scolding stopped, he looked at the stranger in front of him, then at the immobile Odrey, and then shouted again:

"I won't tell you!You're an accomplice to the murderer!!You're a big bad guy too!!"

Aeoman shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Iodru's bar.

"You've saved a **** annoyance. "We're going to have to be busy." ”