The bright light illuminated every wrinkle on Yorkham Jones's face, and when he read the opening chapter of "The Nature of Humanity" with pity and a thirst for hope in his eyes, he was a true pastor of light.

Yorkham Jones continued:

"When it is impossible to distinguish who the enemy is, the 'nobles' only need to divide and divide, and only need to give some benefits to different groups of people, so that the 'commoner' class will target each other. ”

"Like you said, the 'civilians' have long forgotten where they are. ”

"The aristocracy is so bad!" The little cutie on the side immediately puffed out her mouth, looking angry.

This statement is not true. ”

Hornby shook his head at Jingqing, and said:

"'Aristocratism' does not refer to a specific category of people, it is the essence of human selfish desires, and human beings are only its carriers. ”

"If we really want to refer to a specific category of people, it should be said that human beings are inherently bad. ”

"Because the 'class' is eternal, no matter who is in the 'noble' class, the world will not change much, after all, every day the evil dragon is the former dragon slayer. ”

"What's more, if the work of 'commoners' and 'nobles' were really reversed, it might be even worse, and the ignorant would be more terrible than the mere wicked. ”

Then Hornby looked at Yorkham Jones again:

"Now, Mr. Reverend, you know what we do, right?"

"I think I understand a little bit. ”

Nodding, Yorkham Jones pondered for a moment, sorted out his thoughts, and said:

"Every time human history goes along, it is like a river that accumulates countless silt, and this silt will drag the entire human civilization in a bad direction. ”

"Every time these 'silt' factors accumulate to the point where they can't be cleaned up, they explode and reshape the river with a war that invades the whole country and even the whole world. ”

"But there are exceptions, because there are great souls among the human race, whom we will call 'children of destiny,' or great men, saints, such as King St. Cotin..."

"When a civilization or a country goes to decay and perish, such people are born, often with idealistic overtones, and then hope to become dragon slayers..."

Then Jokham Jones looked around at the crowd again, and after looking around, he sighed:

"This is the case with the Kingdom of Norkeland today, it is too old, all kinds of lesions are entangled, technology problems, slum problems, education problems, health care and social welfare problems..."

"No matter what the problem is, even if it is a slave problem, the core essence is a 'class' problem..."

"The 'aristocratic' class of Nochland has not changed the water for too long, not only is the river water polluted, but even the former 'river' is no longer enough to run the Nokran Kingdom in the new era..."

"So, now Nokeland needs a change!"

"Change is conflict, so we need a fuse, a fuse that detonates all conflicts..."

"Therefore, you have chosen the Deno District, the industrial heart of the Nochland Kingdom, because as long as something happens here, there will be problems in the entire Nochland Kingdom, and even most of the Sidawa Continent. ”

After that, Yorkham Jones stared into Hornby's eyes again, and the corners of his mouth raised a seemingly nonchalant smile:

"You want to be the new Dragon Slayer Warrior?"

"We're not that great. ”

Hornby shook his head, then replied with a smile:

"This is a world where the gods manifest, and many things can be solved in a different way. ”

"So, Mr. Pastor, just write a report of what you have seen and send it to the Temple of Light, and everything will come to fruition. ”

"War is not going to break out, the 'nobles' are not all fools, while we are acting, some of them are also acting, the technology of the 'St. Cotin Academy' has long been used in the shadows, they only need this explosion to happen, and then they can use it to overwhelm the opposition and implement reforms..."

At this time, the surrounding crowd sang again:

"The broken chapter of the Requiem,

The Son of Man awakens,

Blood watered the flower of human holiness,

The red soul wanders,

Don't be afraid

It's your fellow citizens singing. ”

Listening to the loud singing, Yorkham Jones closed his eyes, the skin on his face twitching, and seemed to be struggling.

After a few minutes, Yorkham Jones opened his eyes, and he looked at each face again:

"The kingdom of Nochlan will be reborn, your organization will be 'happy' out of trouble, the 'noble' class will carry out reforms, St. Cotin's Academy will be used with technology, and countless civilians will be benefited by reforms..."

"What about you?"

"What about you?"

"It seems that there is nothing to be gained but death and notoriety..."

Hornby didn't answer, and the people around him fell silent, bright lights shining on their faces, and Yorkham Jones could see everyone laughing.

It's a smile that Yorkham Jones can't describe, because it's a death-facing smile.

"We are the outcasts of our time. ”

Hornby pronounced the first sentence, and immediately a high voice rang out all around:

"We are the remnants of the old times,

We are ideal chasers,

We are true and good believers,

We are sacrifices,

We are death. ”

Listening to the rousing and neat voices, and looking at the smiling faces running to death for their ideals, Yorkham Jones seemed to have found the answer and understood the meaning of 'Singer of Destiny'.

At this moment, in the eyes of Yorkham Jones, not only Hornby is a 'singer of fate', but all people are, because they are all singing the praises of human greatness in their lives.

"Last question, why did you choose me?"

Hornby did not reply, he slowly straightened up, put on his dark black cap again, and then stooped down to salute Yorkham Jones:

"Goodbye, Mr. Pastor. ”

Then all the people around also bowed and saluted:

"Mr. Yorkham Jones, goodbye. ”

The voice spoke of goodbye and trust, and the chirping of white gulls sounded in the side passageway, and Yorkham Jones knew it was time to leave.

Yorkham Jones also stood up, and he did not continue to ask the previous question, because the answer was no longer important.

Pulling up the basket and walking to the passage where the white gulls were chirping, Yorkham Jones turned and bent down to salute:

"Farewell Singer of Great Destiny. ”

Qin Jing also put on a serious little face, and also saluted:

"Fate will always remember you, goodbye. ”

Then, Yorkham Jones picked up the basket and rushed into the passage.

Singing began to be heard behind him, and in the midst of the song, the first violent roar rang out.

Yorkham Jones understood that the 3.15 Big Bang began.

PS: The first chapter, I may not be able to write 10,000 words today, this plot is too difficult to write... I always feel like something is missing..