The angel, who was dressed in white and had white hair and a compassionate face, sat directly on the ground opposite Henrik without any shelf, and was at a parallel height to Henrik, who was kneeling on the ground.

This startled Henrik again.

His back tensed, and the back of his head suddenly woke up as if it had been immersed in ice water on a winter day.

"You sit, you sit here—"

He hurriedly stretched out his sleeves and carefully wiped the stumps of the big tree that he had just cut down. There was no dust on the stump, but there were many thorns. He was wearing heavy jeans and thick skin, so he naturally didn't care about that. But it obviously can't sit on the angels.

Henrik soon felt remorse—the spurs on the stake had cut his sleeve and cut his arm as he hurriedly wiped the stump. And more importantly, his blood stained the stump.

Sensing that he had messed up something, Henrik regretted why he hadn't cut down the tree in earnest.

If he had just cut down the tree in earnest, it wouldn't have so many burrs on it. That's how he is confident in his craft.

But at this moment, in front of the angels, he showed his laziness and his unserious work attitude. Even in front of him, he said, "Please sit down here," but it was stained with blood. This is a kind of cruelty, a kind of pollution, a kind of degradation for the clean angels.

This guilt made Henrik feel ashamed.

But......

"You're welcome."

Hua Mingshu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm: "Don't hurt yourself."

The illusory aura above his head, which shimmered with a hazy light, suddenly levitated, enlarged, and shone as it swirled.

A warm current rushed to the face, soaking the limbs and bones.

It's like basking in the sun under the bright sun in spring, and the warm breeze is accompanied by the fragrance of flowers on your face. I can't help but close my eyes and take a deep breath - the sleepiness that comes out of the cracks in my bones grows and spreads like a sprout in the flesh.

The light that leached from Hua Mingshu's body made the wound on Henrik's arm disappear in an instant. Even he felt that all kinds of diseases in his body had been cured because of this, and his body was several years younger in an instant.

Such miracles made Henrik feel deep awe.

As a result, when he reacted, he found that he was unconsciously helped by the angel to sit on the stump. Hua Mingshu was still sitting across from him.

I can't do anything by myself, but I waste the power of the Angel Lord's holy rank....

"Don't care. If you're feeling nervous, then as a reward for healing, you might as well just put this—"

The middle-aged man with a solemn expression pointed to the corn in Henrik's hand, and a rare relaxed smile appeared on his face: "Can you divide it in half with me?"

"Ah, how can such a bad food..."

"It's okay."

Hua Mingshu's deep voice sounded a little nostalgic, "I haven't eaten corn for a long time."

"Well, it's all for you, I haven't eaten it yet..."

"Don't do that, it sounds like I'm stealing your food."

The middle-aged man sighed, stretched out his hand directly, and broke the corn into two pieces. and handed one of the passages back to Henrik.

This is the corn that the angel has touched

Henrik carefully picked it up, but was reluctant to eat it. I was also worried that this corn had been touched by my dirty hands, and the angel would be disgusted with him, but Hua Mingshu took a bite calmly, not minding the floating ash on it, and it could even be said that it was very delicious.

Seeing that the legendary angel was right in front of his eyes, Henrik thought of the rumors he had heard a month earlier.

—An angel who had not appeared for a long time had descended upon the earth again. Dressed in simple robes, the angel rejected weapons and guards, and walked alone in the wilderness, touching every village and healing what came his way

The sickness and pain of all people, listening to their past pains and future wishes.

None of them have forgotten.

The landers will not forget history - in the war of destruction more than a hundred years ago, they were already on the verge of defeat.

It was these angels who appeared from across the sky without warning, defeating the mad mages and bringing peace to the earth that was about to be destroyed. They are not exactly part of the Church, but a third camp fighting with pure goodwill.

They have a lot of respect for the church, but more respect for angels.

They may not be literate, but each of them knows who their benefactors are. While they were babbling, many of the histories of the old times had turned into one story after another, flowing into their hearts.

If the "Traveler" were an empty islander, he would have gained at least half of the hostility of the landlings. It's even more impossible to get real ideas and stories.

As all landers know, the Sky Islanders are forbidden to study history. The dragons open up to the survivors, allowing them to learn from the past, but the Sky Islanders can only live in the present.

In the past, there have been people of the Sky Island, and even elves have set foot on the earth, seeking hidden histories.

Yet they receive nothing but silence and hostility.

The people of Sky Island are doing so well, yet they have come to the land to seek the truth from their "outcasts" who live in poverty - so why should they hand over this truth that has been passed down from generation to generation

When the other party completed the task of exploration and research, and returned to the empty island, they were still human beings, enjoying countless cattle and sheep, clear water, praying in the marble temple, drinking clear water and wine. And they're still living in a mess on the ground.

Is this fair?

It's not fair.

The awe of the people of the Sky Island is based on fear and alienation from them; And their flattery and obedience to the people of the Sky Island are based on the expectation of "flying to the Sky Island". If you get rid of these things, what will be left?

Perhaps only hatred and jealousy.

— but to be honest, Henrik didn't think the hatred was too strong. Because everyone is used to this kind of life now

However, if the traveler is an "angel", it is different. It is precisely because Hua Mingshu is an angel that he will be recognized and respected by people. They will be willing to accept Hua Mingshu's help and say those words and wishes from the heart.

After more than an hour of chatting, autumn gradually climbed to its highest point. And Henrik gradually stopped being nervous.

said it was chatting, but in fact, he basically talked non-stop by himself - he was also a talkative person:

"I've actually already thought about building a new house for my family this year. The old one was too crowded, and it was fine when it was just the three of us, but now my brother and I are married and have children of our own. Eight pairs of feet squeezed into two beds, somewhat unpresentable.

"I've almost run out of wood for the summer. Before the Great Hunting Day, give the old carpenter some good wood and ask him to help make some new furniture. Together with my dad, I was able to build the house in about a little more than a month. I figured out that there was no need for a stone house, and the wood room was easy to expand. If there is another person in the family in the future, you can continue to build along the door.

"—We all live together, and we can take care of each other when something happens. When you have nothing to do, you can play cards and chess together. You can also grow some radishes and cabbage in the backyard. Daddy also loves to tell stories. When the time comes, you can build him another small shed and tell stories to the children in the village at the door.

"I heard that the old men in the village are planning to make a tea field and want to exchange some tea seeds from the heavenly masters. I don't know what tea is, but it's said to be a good thing to make water taste like wine. Life is always getting better."

"Now that you have your own plans for the future, I have a question for you."

Hua Mingshu suddenly asked, "Suppose I now give you a chance to let the people of Sky Island come down and live in your village; Would you be willing to let some of the people in your village, like you, go to live on the Sky Island?

Henrik was stunned for a moment.

He soon realized that it wasn't the angels who were making fun of him.

「.… Can I think about it?"

"I just want you to think about it and tell me the answer."

The middle-aged man said with great seriousness.

So, Henrik turned on his brain for a long time and thought about it very seriously.

But the end result surprised even him.

"If I could, I would like to let my eldest brother's son go. If I can't, it doesn't matter if I'm concerned, so forget it." Henrik smiled calmly, "I have to take care of my family.

"If I'm in my twenties, maybe I'll be tempted. But forget it for now. I don't know anything, and I'm a piece of waste when I go up—"

There won't be so many trees on the Sky Island. Otherwise, the slaves wouldn't be chopping down trees with chainsaws and axes every day."

"Sure enough..."

"You've asked the others, too?"

Hearing Hua Mingshu's words, Henrik couldn't help laughing: "It's the same if you ask other people. I know that there must be someone who will be able to abandon his wife and children and go to the empty island... There are also people who are carefree and willing to go out; There are also young people who still have their future and are not willing to live on earth.

"But we old things, we just want to live this life in peace. It's like the sun has begun to set, and all we think about is when the moon will rise, not when the sun will hang in the sky."

「... That's right."

Hua Mingshu said in a low voice.

He looked up at the sun, which was not dazzling.

It was a much farther and cooler sun than it looked on the Sky Island. Looking out from the empty island, you can only see high-rise buildings and a sea of people; Looking out from the lower city, you can only see the deep sea of the sky.

From the Tower of Babel and the empty boat, there is an endless gray dome and ultramarine sea.

When he was on the empty island, Russell occasionally thought that it would be nice to see egrets and seagulls if he looked up; It would be better if it hung in the sky not a gray sky, but a blue or even ultramarine sky.

Now, he has been walking alone on the ground for several months as "White Feather" Hua Mingshu, that is, "Detective" Holmes. He also gradually understood why Zhu Rong would let him walk alone on the ground.

On this forgotten continent, there are still good things left. He had seen a poet in a certain village who still had a very good sound organ. There was also a suona hand in that village, who was once an adventurer. While exploring the ruins, he was attacked by a radiation beast and lost his leg, but barely survived. He crawled into the village, heard the sound of the organ, and was moved to tears.

They have long since lost the technical ability to manufacture and repair musical instruments. In this era, there are very few people who still have musical instruments, and even fewer who still understand music theory. The two played their own tunes together, singing their songs in the midst of suffering. After meeting Hua Mingshu, they sang a cheerful song to him, just like they lived in the sun.

He had seen old dogs in a village – it is said that at first he found two purebred hounds when he was on the run, but they did not eat them in the hardest of times. As a result, the hounds helped more people survive by hunting small radiant beasts. Until the hounds died of old age, the people of that village did not eat their meat, but erected a simple stone monument for them.

As a result, over the years, although the pure-blooded hounds in this village starved to death, froze to death, and were killed by radiation beasts, they eventually multiplied, and almost every family raised a lot of hounds. Now they have a close symbiosis with them. After Hua Mingshu refused to accompany and escort, they wanted to give Hua Mingshu a puppy and accompany him on a trip. After Hua Mingshu refused again and left, a puppy ran out of the village on its own and followed him from noon until sunset, and still did not leave.

He had no choice but to find the flower touch and hand over the dog

She. After all, following him is not enough to eat.

Today's Hua Mingshu can be called an ascetic—compared to the holy and solemn, spotless posture at the beginning. Now he is like an ascetic in the mortal world.

He had seen sturdy peasant women, standing on top of the fields, greeting him warmly, and giving him food; I have seen tired lumberjacks who see themselves and lift their spirits and tell the story of their families; I have seen immature lovers give each other wild flowers as love tokens, and bundle weeds into grass rings for life.

He had also seen the old man die quietly by the warm fire, with unfinished manuscripts at hand; He had seen a tree at least a hundred years old, which had survived the Shari'a wars, but now it had been corrupted into the hollow by the curse, but it still stood and cast a heavy shade. He had seen people cry out in grief in front of the barrels that had failed to be brewed; He had seen deer and crows beside the crystalline ponds, which were not afraid of people—the hunters no longer hunted these animals with the same sharp eyes as them, but stood with them to destroy the radiant beasts created by war.

Perhaps in the future, all this will change.

Maybe in the future, everything will go back to the beginning.

But for now, at least, what Hua Mingshu – or rather, Russell saw was not despair and ignorance. It's about hope and rebirth.

—When he looked up from the ground, he couldn't see the empty and empty gray dome at all.

Russell could only see the endless forests and fields.

Occasionally, he could actually see geese flying through the sky. It is rarer than the meteors that slip down in the middle of the night on Happiness Island.

The creatures that had disappeared from this world in the past have gradually returned.

Whenever this happens, Russell falls into deep thought.

Is this vibrant world really a world that is about to be destroyed and reach the end of the world?

"—And I, what can I do?"

Russell asked in a low voice to himself, extremely seriously.