The car drove smoothly on well-paved asphalt roads. For a while, no one in the car spoke.

Gu Tie looked at the birch tree outside the window for a while, felt bored, and knocked on the vibrating microphone in his throat: "Lao Ba, can you receive ?over." ”

"Unfortunately, yes. Barr replied.

"Don't you really think the idea of robbing Chernobyl is a bit crazy?"

"It's not us that's crazy, it's the GTC, the multi-dramatic transition from a scientific establishment to a dictator. ”

"In theory, GTC is still a scientific institution. ”

"That's right, with its intelligence organizations, its military, and its assassins, in many countries, the GTC is the equivalent of a second government. ”

"You don't let the consortium boy do it, and come to engage in this kind of anti-social and anti-human thing, is it a pleasure to be rebellious?"

"To be clear, anti-social I admit that it's not 'Shiva' who is anti-human, it's GTC. The members of Shiva come from all over the world, with different cultural backgrounds, religious beliefs, and philosophies, but they all share the same goal, which is to fight for the future of mankind. ”

“...... It's so boring to talk to you. The upper platform is online. Gu Tie ended the call with a headache.

There was still more than an hour's drive from the destination, and with nothing to do, Gu Tie landed in the "world".

After the vertigo, Jonah opened his eyes, and no one noticed the quiet change in his personality, and several companions sat around the brazier in the room, talking about the past.

"What time is it?" Gu Tie asked.

"Five hours after sunset. You've just come back from duty. Elliott replied.

"Where's Uncle Toba?" Gu Tie looked around and asked.

"What a memory, I went out to buy food. Sibi gave him a blank look.

"Where are you talking?" Gu Tie didn't bother to look through the memories of the astrologer apprentice, and asked casually.

"Toba's story. Ryuji clasped her hands on her knees and slanted her pretty face.

"Oh well, go on. Gu Tie spread out his hand.

Jekong stared out the window at the night with a confused expression.

Sibi's bright eyes stared at the bright and dark firelight, and said in a distracted voice: "Then I'll continue."

My uncle was twelve years old at the time, the only son of the old Bama, a farmer on a mushroom farm under the hereditary nobleman of Count Van Axel, in the eastern county of the kingdom of Bazeral.

Count Van Axey was a kind aristocratic lord, very kind to the hired peasants, the life of the farm was calm and serene, the twelve-year-old uncle was a head taller than his father, the strongest young man in the farm, although he was clumsy, but not stupid, he was an honest and industrious child.

Daddy often said that if your mother is still alive, you will wake up with a smile every morning, and who in the village doesn't want his daughter to marry over?

Of course, when he was twelve years old, he didn't know anything about men and women, except for cultivating mushrooms in the conservatory, he only knew how to keep moving the boulder in front of the house to exercise his strength, and one night, a bold girl in the village secretly appeared in front of the uncle's house and handed the overwhelmed uncle a fragrant apple pie wrapped in a plaid handkerchief.

Later, the villagers learned their little story, and the two fathers laughed, invited the whole village to drink at the tavern, and agreed to have a grand wedding when the boy and girl of the same age were sixteen.

Three years later, when the uncle was fifteen years old, and for the first time he outwrested with his tall and strong father, old Bama sat panting in the dirt and laughed, "You are a wonderful adult! You are stronger than all the mushroom makers I have ever met, and even stronger than the Viscount's servant knights." Say, what reward do you want?--Okay, father, I want to know, where is my mother?

Old Bama was silent.

At the East County Mushroom Farm, this is an unavoidable problem for every father, and when it is determined that the child has grown up to accept the facts, the father has an obligation to tell them the truth of the matter.

Old Bama thought about it for a while, and told the uncle as tactfully as possible: The significance of the existence of the mushroom farm in the world is not only to provide delicious mushrooms for the nobles of Bazeral, but also to have a sacred mission that has been passed down for a hundred years.

A hundred years ago, the Bishop of the Anglican Church, the Divine Blessing of the Kingdom of Bazeral, was given a metaphor by the Lord God Sheila when he was presiding over Mass, and the jealous demon Avakai from Hell was spreading a vicious curse, and all the female members of the Sutherland family of the Bazelar royal family fell victim to the curse.

Soon after, the ladies of the royal family contracted a strange disease, and the curse made them puffy, fat, ugly, weak, and gradually died.

The king appealed to the Bishop, who contacted the Holy See and decided to initiate an exorcism ritual to expel the demon with divine power, but the curse was too powerful to be destroyed, and could only be transferred to another woman, who died and disappeared into the world.

The king selected a thousand female slaves to participate in the exorcism, but only two cases were successful, and the two women soon died of swelling in exchange for the lives of the queen and the princess.

The coroner found the same thing on the corpses: somewhere in their bodies they were born with the crescent-shaped stigma of the main god, Sheila. Both women are from the same family and are the descendants of intermarriage between cousins in the family.

The Bishop told the king that this was the precious blood of the Lord God Sheila, and that in exchange for the continuation of the Sutherland family, the reproduction of the family must be protected.

The king immediately decreed that perpetual freedom be granted to the immediate family members of the two slave girls, that the one hundred and twenty were dismissed from slavery, that they should be resettled on farms in the eastern county, that they should be exempted from taxes, and that they should be protected by soldiers in exchange for freedom, and that their offspring should never leave the mushroom farms, and that every woman who had reached adulthood and had given birth to one child had an unconditional obligation to dedicate her life to the royal family.

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the mushroom farm is in harmony under the protection of the hereditary nobleman Van Axey, and every time a new female member of the Sutherland royal family is born, a peasant woman is selected by lot, responds to the call, bids farewell to her husband and children peacefully, and enters the royal city in the royal carriage without looking back.

More than ten years ago, the king's youngest daughter, Princess Abidelle, fell to the ground, and the wife of the old Bama unfortunately drew a black lot, symbolizing goodbye, kissed her husband and infant son goodbye in tears, and left the mushroom farm in a luxurious royal carriage, never to return.

After hearing this story, the uncle felt sad and frightened, his memory of his mother had long been blurred, and the heart of a fifteen-year-old man began to worry about the future of his fiancée.

Time passed day by day, and after their sixteenth birthday, they had a lively wedding, and the whole village gave them their most sincere blessings in front of the statue of the main god Sheila. Two years later, they gave birth to a lovely little boy, but before three months old, the little boy unfortunately died of lung disease. The two were extremely sad and agreed to raise another child in a year.

But misfortune struck again, Princess Abidelle, who was far away in the royal city, had married a prince and gave birth to the next generation of the royal family, a beautiful girl, the ancient treaty showed its fierce teeth, and on an ordinary winter day, thirty-three women from the mushroom farm gathered in front of the statue of Sheila to draw lots. The uncle's wife unfolded her trembling palm, which was a black stick.

It was a sleepless night.

Early the next morning, the royal carriage, accompanied by the knights of the Count's retinue, drove into the mushroom manor and stopped in the middle of the town. The wife kissed her uncle goodbye with tears, lifted her skirt and walked into the carriage, and the horse's hooves stepped on the stone post road, gradually moving away. The uncle stood there motionless, not saying a word.

Finally, he went crazy.

He picked up a pitchfork and smashed through the heavy wooden gates of the mushroom farm to the exclamations of the townspeople, knocking down fifteen soldiers guarding the village, and striding along the post road in the direction of his wife's departure.

Count Van Axey, with twenty knights, one hundred and sixty infantrymen, and a hundred archers, came after him, and the good-natured count tried to dissuade him, but the uncle waved his pitchfork with red eyes, and said that the Earl did not want to do this, but I had to do so, so please stay away and not be hurt by me.

He knocked twenty knights off their horses, and bent their pitchforks into bows, and scattered one hundred and sixty infantry with his bare hands, his fists stained with blood, and when a hundred archers fled in fear, he had arrows on his back and walked with difficulty. The Earl sighed afar and turned his horse's head.

Wang Cheng was in the west of the farm, and the uncle walked slowly to the west with a pitchfork, stepping on one bloody footprint after another, until a horse caught up with him with four hooves, and the people on the horse shouted: "Don't stop!" The uncle looked back and saw that it was his father, the old Bama, who had arrived.

Old Bama was so torn apart that he unfolded a sheepskin scroll on his horse, and read aloud: According to the hundred-year contract, if one person leaves without permission, all the farmers of the mushroom farm will immediately lose their freedom, be deprived of their status as farmers, and become slaves. - Count Van Axey.

When he had finished reading, the old Bama threw away his parchment and rolled off his horse and knelt down in front of his uncle, crying and saying, Son, son, I know I can't stop you, but think about the hundred families in the village, okay? Think about the mushrooms in the greenhouse? Think about the tavern, for the church, for the house we have worked so hard to build?

The uncle stopped, thought for a moment, took two steps to the west, thought about it again, and was at a loss, and with a rattle the pitchfork that was bent into a bow and was used as a crutch broke, and the uncle collapsed on the road.

Old Bama ran over and hugged his son, and said, "Good boy, let's go back, all the way east, and the Earl guarantees by hereditary title, that as long as we go east from here on, without looking back, we will forgive the sins of all the other people in the Mushroom Farm."

The uncle said unconsciously: I can't go home again?

Old Bamati said with tears in his eyes: No return.

Old Bama helped the uncle onto the horse, led the horse along the post road to the east, passing by the mushroom farm, the uncle was in a deep sleep, the old Bama hardened his heart and did not look back.

Father and son went from dawn to darkness and from darkness to dawn. The kind-hearted Earl had prepared bread, water, and twenty silver coins in the horse's backpack, enough for them to walk for a long time.

On the third day the uncle woke up, his strong body gradually healed, squeezed the arrow out of the muscles, and the broken bones joined on their own, he didn't say anything, jumped off the horse to change his father's ride, and led the horse in silence to the east.

On the tenth day they climbed over the hills, out of the borders of Bazelar, and along the gradually smaller post roads.

On the twenty-sixth day, crossing the border of the last small principality, the mountains gradually flattened, and in front of them was an endless empty plain, from which there were no more countries to the east, and on the other side of the empty plain was the "Sea of Divine Blessing" in the center of the world, from which the footprints of human civilization disappeared and were replaced by more and more wild beasts and monsters.

Halfway through the winter, the climate became colder, and on the twenty-eighth day, it began to snow, and this snow did not stop until the moment of the end of the old Bama's life.

Old Bama had a cold, lying on the horse's back and coughing, before leaving the country all the silver coins of the father and son were exchanged for dry food, without any medicine, the old Bama refused to turn back and ask for help, the uncle had to try his best to hunt the fur beasts, skin the animals, and keep his father warm.

Uncle is a born warrior and a natural hunter, and during the days of walking on the vast snowy plains, he slowly learned to master a strong body beyond ordinary people's imagination, and his fighting skills quickly matured. Beasts and monsters continue to appear, and the battles that take place to protect his father transform the uncle from a young eighteen-year-old farmer to a ruthless killer who is indifferent to plasma. As powerful demonic beasts appeared one by one, he learned to hide his whereabouts, detours, ambushes, burn all the energy of his life, and protect his father, whose body was weakening day by day, kept heading east.

On this day, the wind and snow were combined, everything five yards away became blurred, the uncle carried the dying father, stepped on the deep snow and struggled forward, suddenly stumbled under his feet, the snow was no longer the hard land of the plain, but irregular stones, the uncle stopped in surprise, the old Bama woke up leisurely, slowly raised his hand to brush the snowflakes piled up on his eyebrows, and said vaguely: Son, we have arrived.

Where's it?, the uncle asked, looking back.

Old Bama stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed forward. It's here. He repeated.

The uncle shook his head, covered the fur on his father's back, and stepped forward. The snow thinned and he could feel the creaking of gravel under his boots.

In the flying snowflakes, the field of vision was no longer pale, a touch of deep blue emerged from the skyline, expanding rapidly like blue ink smeared on papyrus, and when the leather boots clicked through the thin ice and fell into the water, the uncle was stunned to look at the dark blue that completely occupied the sky, and realized that he had come to the sea.

Behind him is an endless snowfield, and in front of him, the legendary "Sea of Divine Blessing", the sacred ocean that keeps all life away, the only road to the center of the world, where the waves roar in the wind and snow and roll the ice floe violently against the shoreline, splashing bone-crushing cold water droplets.

"Ahem...... The snow has reduced the number of monsters, otherwise we wouldn't have been here. Old Bama coughed and said, "Now, let me down." ”

The uncle carefully said that the old Bama was placed on the ground, and the father's weight was so light that he was surprised, as if he had no weight. Is this still the father who is always strong, loves to drink and fight?

Now, get on your knees. Old Bama struggled to stand up straight, letting the wind and snow whest his pale cheeks.

The uncle bent down his heavy shoulders and knelt on one knee, looking at his father's feet.

Old Bama stretched out his hand and stroked his uncle's ice-edged hair. Don't blame me, kid, old Bama whispered.

He straightened his waist suddenly, and his eyes radiated: Now, as the second in line to the throne of the seventh generation of the family, I declare that you, the eighth generation eldest male of the mushroom farm, Toba, have been permanently expelled from the family for violating the hundred-year contract, and from now on, any of your sins, the family will not bear its sins, any glory, the family will not be glorious, the main god Sheila will abandon the protection of you, and will forever deprive you of your surname, now, stretch out your right hand.

The uncle couldn't help but stretch out his right hand, which was stiff from the shock, and the old Bama rolled up the sleeves of the animal skin, and found the crescent-shaped stigmata of the main god Sheila in the crook of the uncle's arm, the only symbol of the mushroom farm resident and the mysterious family, and burst out with a force disproportionate to the person whose fire of life was about to be extinguished, and cut through the uncle's tough skin with his nails, cutting two "X" shaped interlaced wounds on the stigma. With vigorous blood spurting out, it quickly froze in the wind and snow, looking at the uncle's overwhelmed expression, the old Bama pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly: From now on, you are no longer bound by the hundred-year contract, you can turn around and go west, and I, who died in a place where I can no longer go east, should be able to be forgiven by Lord Earl.

Father...... The uncle knelt in the snow and howled.

I am no longer your father, and don't forget, you will be a person without a surname from now on. I hope you find your last name soon. Old Bama nodded comfortably to his sturdy and tall son, coughed twice, sat down, and waved his hand: Leave me alone, let me lie down.

The uncle knelt down and crawled over to support his father's body, and the fire of life was quietly extinguished before the old Bama's body was touched by the snow. The waves of the blessed sea are like thunder. The uncle knelt there for a whole day and a night before setting off for the west. ”

Sibi spoke with emotion, tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, as if he had experienced it himself, the brazier crackled, people's faces lit up and darkened, and no one spoke for a while.

Suddenly, the door of the stone house opened, and a huge figure squeezed in with the cold outside, muttering, "I'm back, today's dinner is sumptuous, Mr. Yame's fresh dragon meat just arrived, I have salt and pepper here, I'll roast it for you to eat later, if you don't eat it, I'll brag, my roasted meat can swallow your tongue one by one." ...... Why are you all so angry?, Lord Astrologer, I didn't say anything about you, your complexion is as good as ever. Toba, a farmer and head of the room in Bazeral, stood bent over the house carrying food, looking left and right, confused.

"Uh...... It's nothing, we just discussed the ultimate question of the universe and life, and their philosophical literacy is not enough, so the brain crashes. Toba, what is your original surname?" Gu Tie was talking nonsense, and suddenly felt that there was an important clue missing from the story just now, so he asked.

"I've forgotten that last name. Hey. Toba replied humbly.

Gu Tie looked at Xibi who was rubbing the corners of his eyes, and then at Toba who was rubbing his hands and waist, and always felt that the two images inside and outside the story could not coincide together.