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The linen blanket that covered his body was already in the category of [shabby], but Brunhill was reluctant to throw it away. Washing, drying, mending - the interlude of these manual labors is repeated over and over again, and the blanket that has now been accumulated is completely unrecognizable from the beginning.

The dilapidated antiquities that will be cleaned up and thrown away in ordinary human families have unknown magical effects.

With this blanket on, Brunhill always sleeps peacefully, and there are never nightmares that disturb her sleep.

Why is it so magical?

Some people who were puzzled asked Brunhill in person, and the person concerned smiled secretly and said the answer.

The answer made the questioner feel guilty and remained silent for several days.

[The blanket smells like a mother.] 】

Brunhill and Freya's father, who died of his wounds in battle against dangerous species while they were still very young, died of overwork and illness when they learned the tragic news. The two sisters grew up with their grandfather, the emir, who was the patriarch.

Brunhill was 6 years old and Freya was 1 year old.

No matter how worn, how many patches are applied. As long as the blanket is on the body, you can still vaguely feel the mother's body temperature, and when the nose is filled with a unique fragrance, the nervous and tired body will relax, and the dream world that will cut off all the hunger, cold and pain will open the door to Brunhill.

Now, the magical effect of the blanket seemed to be incapacitated, and the impatience and incredible excitement haunted the girl, preventing her from sleeping.

"I still can't fall asleep. ”

The barely closed eyelids finally opened helplessly, tried to count, and tried to make the thoughts in the head stop into a blank state, but it had no effect at all. Boredom breathed into the room air, curled up against the wall with a linen blanket, arms wrapped around bent calves, handsome faces buried in knees. All that left was toes, bedding, straw, and the dark ground. After a moment of inattention to the narrow line of sight, his lips opened unconsciously, and a confused voice leaked through the gap.

"Revolution...... Ah......h

The source of trouble, the cause of insomnia, is the same word.

Promote the fundamental change of things and even the form of the world, remove a qiē obstacle and promote the leap of the old quality into the new quality. -- This is the definition of revolution.

But theoretical things are just metaphysical words on paper after all, and no matter how charming and beautiful the words are, the reality is not so simple.

Putting the lives of oneself, all the clansmen, and even the entire future of the [Wisdom Seed] elves as bargaining chips on the gambling table, a desperate gamble - it does sound full of courage and freedom. But even if the chips are rolled, the enemy sees at most a small ripple.

A ragged beggar throws gold coins at the nobles to defend his dignity? a bloody impulse may win a few applause, but don't expect more. There are many legends of the weak challenging the strong to win, and the content is also very inspiring. It's just that we can't forget that the strong ravage the weak, and making a specimen of a stupid challenger who offends the strong is the main theme of the world, and the inspirational stories in front are generally only a few.

The situation will not be much better just because the subject is changed to the elves, on the contrary, the chance of losing even the most important [Hope] will increase even more. In the event of defeat, the [Wisdom Seed.Elves] that were once famous in the distant past will completely disappear from the world stage.

Just as there has never been an elf in this world, leaving no trace.

Usually after contemplating this depth, the thinker has sighed and decided to abandon the [revolution] - an option that sounds like a beautiful reverie but is difficult to implement but is beyond imagination. ...,

Brunhill didn't let his thinking stop, and it was indeed easy to live a closed-minded and insensitive life. The life of not having to worry about anything and not having to think about anything is undoubtedly easy and enjoyable. But this kind of [pleasure] that is not dead or alive, hovering under the precipice of extinction...... She really didn't have the slightest desire to enjoy it.

You have to think, and then, find a way out.

I can't expect the rules of the current world anymore, and I can't expect the guy who dominates the world to make changes. And the elves in hellish despair have nothing to suck on but their flesh and blood. The discovery and development of gold was originally intended to improve the living situation, but it was known to the nobility and the church of mankind. Those who are more ferocious and greedy than the starvation danger species are unlikely to stop there—even if they have just lost 500 cavalrymen.

A new battle is imminent, and a bloody conflict will break out at any moment, and it is possible that in the next moment, the terrible scream of the alarm arrow will pierce the dark night.

Wilt was large, but the elves had no way out, and behind them was Niflheim.

Is there anything to choose from other than revolution, apart from taking up arms and fighting?

Anyway, there is nothing to lose except life, so what's the big deal about risking one's life to launch a world revolution?

Freed from the shackles of fear and restlessness, the anxiety that tormented Brunhill seemed to dissipate somewhat.

Not all of them dispersed, because there are doubts.

That is, how to carry out the revolution?

Experience in covert activities does not mean that you know how to start a revolution. The elves, who had never eaten pig's trotters or seen a pig run, were completely blind to the rather technical work of violent revolution, and it was difficult for them to carry this burden on their own.

The start was so unfavorable that the slightest carelessness could be irreversible.

What was he going to do?

It's true...... Can you entrust the fate of a clan to those slender hands?

The confident smile and the palm that made the gesture of invitation came to my eyes, and the residual heat of the excitement that had not yet subsided expanded and activated again, and a burning sensation came over my head.

His words...... Maybe it can really create a miracle of zào, right?

Kill the pursuing beasts, heal her poisonous wounds, annihilate 500 cavalry, open pits and wastelands, and craft new pottery.

The realm that was considered "impossible" was repeatedly broken through by the incredible strength and wisdom of that teenager.

Miracles - The miracle of creating a zào by strength rather than luck always flashes around the black-haired boy.

Siegfried ...... Li Lin?"

The gentle and handsome features, the courage that never loses self-confidence, and the unhurried smile - these are all blended together and the image seems to be much clearer, and the girl's anxiety finally subsided. Lying back on the bed, wrapped tightly with a faint excitement and a linen blanket, his eyelashes closed, and a shyly smile on his face.

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"The tea is not good, please don't dislike it. ”

A brand new blue-rimmed teacup was filled with a light red, translucent drink, and with a generous "please use" gesture, the guests carefully took the drinking utensils.

It is not clear if it is as inferior as it is claimed, and the guests have not drunk the drink, tea is a luxury in Niforheim.

One of the guests who sat upright straightened his back pinched the grip of the cup in the same posture as the tent owner, slowly brought the tea to his lips, and took small sips. The first imitation of the action will inevitably be a little uncomfortable and rigid, so the amplitude is slowed down and reduced as much as possible. If the movement and voice are louder, it is likely to turn into a faux pas and cause unnecessary jokes.

“...... It's bitter. ”

The painful action of the other person who poured the untried drink into his mouth with a bitter face and gasping for breath made onlookers laugh. If the tent owner had used his venomous tongue, he might have described it as the movement of some animal sticking out its tongue to emit body heat in the hot summer. ...,

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Mr. Thor wasn't good at this original. Next time I have the opportunity to get lemon tea to make amends, I don't have sugar and lemons at hand, so I can only owe it for the time being. ”

The cooled boiling water quickly filled the cup, and by the time the polite greeting in his mouth was finished, Thor had already poured a second cup of white water into his dry cup. After doing this and returning to his seat, Li Lin began to look at the visitors with interest.

Thor, who calmed down after drinking a glass of cold water and had a relaxed expression;

Tyr, who had begun to imitate his own tea-drinking posture, had a calm face, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking from his unmoving face. Only the tense shoulders reveal the clues of inner unpeace.

The honest Thor didn't mention it for the time being, Tyr didn't come to this tent to rub a cup of tea or learn tea art or anything.

There is no such leisure and leisure, and there is no room for the environment. It can only be found for the most important and secret things.

The traces were too obvious, and Li Lin didn't need to guess too much to know what was going on.

Openness and honesty is a concise and bright way to start a conversation, and most young people who don't like ambiguity tend to open this way, which can be described as the most effective way for young people to talk.

Giving priority to effect is Li Lin's criterion for doing things.

"Now that we're done with tea, how about we talk about something serious......?" That's right. Let's talk about [revolution]."

As the banter fell, Thor's hand reached to his waist, and the eyes of Tyr, who had been sitting still, flashed with an unconcealed heat.

【Young People】

The unspoken assessment is a neutral word, and the onlooker's perspective is mixed with demeaning colors.

In a biological sense, Li Lin also belongs to the age group of [young people], and the comments he made have a problem with his position, and he should feel that he has a zài language disease.

The absolutely rational way of thinking does not have the logical problem of zài's sensibility, and the question of age does not affect the peculiar observation point from which we do not regard ourselves as [human] or even [living things].

A hot-blooded youth who allows his brain to drive his actions, a conscience youth who sees only the dark side of society and the world, an angry youth who acts as a suicide bomber for his own grievances or some empty promise - these are all young people, and the views of the young people who are dominated by emotion and the cold-blooded views that prioritize "plans" and "tasks" are always incompatible, and it is normal to belittle each other.

Tyr is an excellent book that fits the description of some rumors, and the contact data since the encounter can be summarized as a good conclusion that "he has experienced considerable events and battles, is calm-headed, and his mind is clear and quick", with bad comments of "limited by a closed environment, lack of wide vision, and lack of experience in contact with people".

No matter how good he is, Tyr has always been a young elf with shortcomings, and Li Lin can easily grasp those unspoken ideas.

Ideals, ambitions, aspirations, drive, blood.

It's all ideas that can be leveraged.

The conclusions drawn from the case studies in the database are not malicious ridicule, there is no clear definition of [exploitation], and it is not necessarily one-way.

It's like an invitation to Brunhill at that time.

The hand that gives miracles and opportunities is not only an invitation to the individual named [Brunhill], but also to Tyr, who was hiding in the shadows at the time, to the other elves who were amazed at the wheat sprouting in the terraces and the fine porcelain coming out of the kilns, to the emir patriarch who had been quietly watching from the sidelines, and to all the elves in the village.

An irresistible luscious temptation, as irresistible as the nectar secreted by a lepidopteran larvae and its colony.

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PS: Continue to provide MV service readers, and then the contract has been started, and it will officially be transferred to the A sign state next week. At last...... The cold is getting worse and worse, and the phlegm that comes out is red...... I have to go to the doctor tomorrow, and I've only updated so much today, and the rest will come back tomorrow when the hospital comes back.