What kind of concept Orno meant by "soullessness" could be understood by everyone, including Mira, but they were not sure they could really understand it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"What is the soul?" - this is a question that even the best philosopher, or even a sage, can probably give a convincing statement.

It's not that it's too rare, it's too weird, it's true, in a sense, but there are so many interpretations of the soul that people don't have a unified answer, and it's actually because it's too common.

Except for a few good-looking teenagers and young people who don't grow up, most people will humbly listen to the opinions of those veterans in this world when it comes to things they don't own and haven't come into contact with. Instead of rushing to raise the bar, the class door gets an axe.

The gap in experience and perception is applied in human society, so that people will instinctively trust those elders, from state affairs to family affairs, from primitive villages to entire kingdoms and empires.

Because they have experienced many things that young people have not experienced, and have experienced more things that they have not experienced, they have more to say.

In the popular adventure novels of Padrosi's high society, every character with a sage must be an older man with a long white beard, which is an extension of this stereotype.

A big, white beard is a sign of age, and older is a sign of being well-informed, and it's only natural to portray an intelligent character - but as those adventure novels depict, people respect more experienced people because they can always give a reliable answer to something they don't know they don't know.

How to win a war, how to make a great weapon, how to find great treasures?

These things are not accessible to ordinary people, so whether they are correct or not, they can only trust the person who speaks out.

But that's not the case with the soul.

The early polytheistic beliefs and even the word "elves" are related to this, and before the rise of the church, the beliefs that existed everywhere were pantheistic. The phrase "there is a god with three feet above the head" still exists in the Lamanite language, and although the meaning is now tampered with by the Church, it originally originated from the belief that all things have spirits and that if you don't treat all things in the world well, you will be punished.

Because all the living beings in this world, all the people, the elves, the dwarves, the dwarves, the orcs, all the dragons, the miscellaneous dragons, the dragon lizards, the reptiles, all the birds and fish, all the beasts, insects, and pigs, all you and me, all have their own souls.

Our thoughts are related to our souls, our joys and sorrows, our personalities, and all our emotions are related to our souls. Every day people cannot do without it, and if anyone jumps out to say that his own understanding of the soul is the absolute authority, we quote the ridicule of a Lamanite scholar, and one will inevitably reply:

"Your next article isn't going to be the definitive way to breathe air, right?"

Precisely because everyone has it and experiences it every day, people have different things to say about it. Even the White Church, a vast religion with an ambiguous relationship with the soul on the level of faith, avoids the important when it comes to this issue, mentioning only that "the soul of those who do good will go to heaven after death, and will be the companion of God and the truth, goodness, and beauty, while those who do many unrighteous deeds will fall into hell and usher in eternal torment." ”。

The writer of the canon is clearly an old fritter, and the quarrels caused by these ambiguous statements are exactly what caused the split in the White Church - but let's get back to the point.

Everyone thinks he understands what kind of existence the soul, or at least his own soul, is.

Everyone can feel their own self, feel their own existence, feel all things in the world, the warmth of other people's kindness, and the coldness of malice. These things, which we collectively refer to as souls, do have their own truths.

But what kind of existence is the soul itself?

If it is related to the self, to thoughts and emotions, then can one still live without it?

"She is the enemy of all living things. ”

Orno's words echoed in the hearts of everyone.

The witch has no soul, but she is capable of moving, at least in the eyes of outsiders.

If so, then what is life? and what is the soul?

- Mira paused, not continuing to think.

Reasonable people will choose to stop there, especially if they have faith.

Although she is only a teenager, our Luoan girl has seen so much. In many places, she has abandoned the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking questions that children have, and has learned to compromise and avoid talking about it that only adults know.

In this respect, it seems ironic that many human relationships in human society, and even the existence of entire classes, have been maintained in a delicate balance.

Seemingly close alliances are only because one of them has the control of the other, and if this layer of window paper is pierced, it can cause great turmoil and even war. And because it was profitable, they maintained such a superficial peace and friendship, tacitly secretly.

People who talk too much and reason every day as if they know everything are not really wise people. Knowing how to read the atmosphere, knowing when you should speak and when you shouldn't, and having self-control is what a smart person should do.

While it's not a bad thing to be less smart and impulsive at times, in this situation, Mira thinks it's better not to go any further.

One is that there are a large number of white church believers in the team, and Orno, as an elf and a completely different culture, has already made them react violently when they raise this question, and if anyone touches this scale, it will obviously only lead to sharp contradictions within the team.

The last thing they need now is to engage in infighting in the event of a potential threat. Another reason is that the girl feels that she is not able to understand the problem.

It's her consistent principle not to think about things that she can't figure out, because she doesn't have so much free time and has to work hard for life every day.

If you waste too much time on things that are not relevant to the moment, you will only fail to do what you should be doing.

The warhorse moved forward step by step, drawing her mind from the cranky state of being a little confused because she had just woken up, and Mira began to use her duty to observe her surroundings left and right. And in front of her to the left, our Sage did not say a word, just calmly grasped the reins.

Henry removed the sling and scabbard he had given to the sword. The padrossi-style sword hanger is as well-designed as the armor. A sword hanger secured by two intricate knots can be adjusted not only to the size of the scabbard, but also to change the angle at which the sword hangs diagonally on the waist by adjusting the length of the front and rear lanyards on the belt.

In this way, the belt part of the sword hanging can be used as a clothing and armor tie, and a sword hook can be used for a variety of categories, from one-handed swords to long swords.

The angle at which the sword hangs on the waist is quite important, and cavalrymen usually put the second harness longer, so that the scabbard is vertical when riding on horseback, so that it can be easily drawn. Both Mira and Henry did this, and Moreau's group of low-ranking mercenaries who walked all year round would make it shorter and pull the lower half of the scabbard upwards so that the whole sword appeared at an angle when it hung from the waist.

This prevents the scabbard from hitting the ground or anything else, and because the bevel makes it easier to pull out while walking.

The belt and scabbard were thrown away in the carriage, and even though the sword itself had been scrapped, the price of a good scabbard was one-fifth to one-third of the sword's. As pragmatists, the scabbard used by Henry and Mira naturally did not have any carving or decoration, but if it returned to Parnila later, the scabbard sold back to the blacksmith would still be able to recover some of the cost.

Weapons and armor are just consumables after all, and ordinary steel weapons and armor, no matter how well-made, most of them can only be used in a high-intensity battle and need to be replaced.

This may sound silly, but there are actually many low-level mercenaries in the entire east and west coasts who are cautious when using their weapons because they feel sorry for them, and in the end, they lose their lives because they cower.

It's not hard to understand when you think about it, after all, for them, a satisfying weapon requires at least three months' worth of money to be able to afford it. Although it is human nature to ask for high-priced and high-quality weapons and armor in order to rely on it, in the end, they are distressed and reluctant to use it because they are expensive.

Many of the older mercenary equipment is patched up, ugly and old in appearance, but simple and reliable. After Filippo cut Moreau's sword before, the middle-aged mercenary asked him to pay for it after returning to the main city, but it was not a joke, although his sword did not look as good as that of the noble youth, but it was also a reliable old man who had been with him for more than ten years.

Use it carefully, try not to make too big a gap, and polish it yourself if you can polish it yourself - the only one who will use the sword as a tool to break the wall with a decisive and undistressed sword like Henry is the one who is not bad for money.

And the impression that our Sage Mister and Mila made on Moro and his party was about the same, with excellent armor and weapons, blue card ranks, and in every way they looked like mainstays.

Humans always judge people by their appearance, and when Henry removed the empty scabbard and lanyard, adjusted the length of the chest strap, and finally carried Kramer, who was still wrapped in sackcloth, on his back, in the eyes of Moreau, Filippo and others, the sage seemed to be a different person.

There are many people who like huge weapons.

In addition to the professional hunting mercenaries who need strong inertia to stop their prey, there are many other amateur rookies who simply think they are handsome and want to swagger through the market with their huge weapons to satisfy their vanity.

Henry did not belong to the ranks of these two, and after getting acquainted with him to some extent, the mercenaries and the noble youth understood that this man was beyond the ranks of this rank.

People with conditions will be exposed to many types of weapons from novices, and gradually understand what kind of weapons are suitable for them according to a series of factors such as height, weight, reaction speed, explosiveness, endurance, etc.

And Henry is standing at the end of this path.

The longsword he had bought at Parnilla didn't have much presence when it hung on his waist, but it just felt like that. And at this moment, Kramer's upper body, even though it was still wrapped in sackcloth, everyone looked at it, and the thoughts in their minds were the same.

"It's a natural fit"

The size and silhouette of the sword that protruded faintly under the linen cloth and the height and arm length of the sage seemed to be tailor-made for each other, and the temperament was so seamless that even a layman could see it.

This had an immediate effect in the current situation.

Human beings are creatures that fear the unknown, and the existence of the so-called witch, even Orno, who is an elf, can only give a rough idea. Although the vastness of the Baao Forest may not necessarily meet them, it still makes everyone's hearts a little bottomless.

In such a situation, the calm and reliable feeling given by the tall and calm Henry with the great sword unconsciously affected many people around him.

Man is a social animal.

If one person in the group starts to lose his temper for no reason, it will inevitably affect the others, causing everyone's emotions to fluctuate. And if one person remains calm all the time, the others will also hold themselves down when they see him like this, whether for good face or other reasons.

Always keep himself from being affected by the current environment, coupled with the fact that even from the outside, he looks very powerful, and unconsciously, everyone in the team begins to regard him as the backbone.

All three women in the team noticed these details.

And even if they see the same thing, the perceptions triggered by Mira, Margaret, and Orno are very different.

Our Loan girl pondered the benefits of calmness, and reaffirmed the merits of her teacher's philosophy of life.

The noble lady, on the other hand, focused on becoming the invisible backbone of the team, looking very calm, as if she had long been accustomed to this, and her thoughtful eyes were cast every few minutes.

Finally, there's Orno, who is watching the human reaction with an interested look on his face - the elven girl has decided to walk with the party for a short time after last night, and while her trustworthiness is up for now, having a guide is a good thing for the team. At this moment Orno was riding in Henry's flatbed carriage, sitting next to Margaret.

The brown-skinned, bald man who had fallen asleep was bound all over his body and placed in the pile of goods behind him.

"Bang-"

The wheel ran over a slab of stone that had been cocked up by the grass.

"Uh-" The bald man opened his eyes, and their eyes widened.

"Stop! He woke up. Margaret raised her hand and shouted, and everyone slowed down and looked in this direction.

"......" The bald man looked left and right, and finally met Orno's emerald eyes.

"Are you awake? The elf girl looked a little happy, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Mr. Barrow. ”