The puppets' stage play

Chapter 386 The Breeding Place

Facing the expectant gaze, the girl pursed her lips and trembled her eyelashes. In the next moment, she lowered her head deeply and stood in front of the other party like a 'sinner'.

"..." Shirley shook her head inwardly, but she still had a kind attitude on the surface.

Maybe the other person felt guilty because Aluis was convicted, but in fact she had no intention of blaming the other person. In her heart, the girl in front of her even had a higher status than Aluis before.

In the final analysis, she has some nostalgia for those people in the memory of 'Shirley', but she will never lose her mind because of it.

Because I am a very cold guy, Shirley thought in her heart.

"Beilu, you know, in this world, everyone has obligations to fulfill. This is the case for Aluis, the same for me, and the same for you."

She stretched out a hand and pinched the other person's face. The girl couldn't help but raise her face and stared blankly at this side, her eyes full of confusion.

"However, unlike other honest guys, I am actually a very paranoid guy." Shirley arched her eyebrows, as if telling something interesting, she loosened her fingers, turned from pinching to kneading, and gently stroked the other person's face.

Looking at the other party with frosty eyes condensed with strong will, the smile on Shirley's face faded and her expression became serious.

"I won't be here long."

These are words that have never been said to others, and it is something that Shirley has been thinking about in her heart.

Yes, one day, she will leave here, leave the Nolen family, leave the Federation of Forests, and go to a place that others cannot reach, but before that, she will fulfill her obligations.

"......aunt."

Belusa's pupils trembled, and a look of fear appeared on her tight little face. She, who had always been smart, suddenly understood one thing, why the other party cared so much about her.

"The head of the Nolen family will only be you." As if to verify the answer in her heart, the slightly lonely and cold voice sounded in her ears, and there was no falsehood in those cold eyes.

"Of course, I didn't choose you because of boring things like the so-called 'Golden Will'." A look of contempt appeared on Shirley's face, "It's just a slightly more convenient tool, it doesn't matter at all."

Shirley didn't bother to show even a hint of respect.

To her, even if the golden will represented the glorious blood of her ancestors, to put it bluntly, it was just that.

"Glory is not worth mentioning, Belusa." Shirley chuckled, but her eyes were full of pride, "Just like me."

Without other people's words, she knew that it was not the glory that made her successful, but she made the 'glory' shine more and more brightly.

The world will only remember that Shirley is the princess, and will not regard certain people as Shirley herself just because they are from the Nolen family.

"..." Belusa's pupils dilated slightly, and a trace of envy flashed in her eyes. It would be great if she could also...

"So, don't be constrained by boring things, practice your own will, and walk on the path you want to go on." Shirley's expression was soft, and she patted the girl's shoulder lightly with a hint of encouragement. meaning.

"..." The girl lowered her eyes, trying hard to hide the inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

"Also, this riot is almost over, and the Federation will generally return to its previous peace. So, do you need me to help you find some playmates?"

Shirley's head was slightly bent, with a questioning look in her eyes.

"..." The girl's lips moved slightly, and a look of helplessness flashed across Shirley's face, which was immediately suppressed by her.

"Okay, let's do this for now, but don't worry, aunt will always pay attention to you." After gently rubbing the other person's soft, cold hair a few times, Shirley changed the topic.

The girl's body stiffened and her head lowered even further. Shirley could see a hint of crimson in the other person's earlobe at a glance.

"...Huh?" Shirley frowned and couldn't help being startled.

Still so shy, Shirley, who really didn't understand the psychology of these little girls, felt something was wrong for some reason. She didn't seem to be like this before.

Do you remember that you were climbing mountains, climbing trees, and... hunting?

Putting her thoughts back, her eyes flickered slightly, and several scenes of the future appeared in her eyes, and then they calmed down one by one and turned into a stream of autumn water.

Shirley shook her head secretly, forget it, it didn't look like there was any trouble.

As for the little boy, he was just a passerby, not worth caring about. She nodded and confirmed her judgment.

"Next time, be bold and say thank you to others. Auntie will silently cheer you on."

Shirley said with a relaxed expression, then looked forward, and a glance passed by, which was a reminder to urge her to go to the meeting.

Tsk, that’s really troublesome.

She secretly spat, and then looked at Belusa with her normal expression, her head lowered to the side, as if she wanted to crawl into the ground.

"I don't know what to do again. I clearly told you not to look for me. Look, these useless adults, Beilu, don't learn from them in the future. If you know how to rest, you should rest. What kind of work... Humph. "

She wanted to complain a few more words, but a cold gaze swept over her. She pursed her lips, but she knew in her heart that she could not delay it any longer.

"Go play, run, jump, it will be good for your health..."

The sound gradually faded away, and the girl raised her head and looked at the cloudless sky, with a trace of confusion in her eyes.

Want to run?

She hesitantly stretched out her arm. The skin was like jade, and the skin was red with blood. She clenched her fists, but the arm did not change at all. It still looked very thin. She couldn't help but sigh.

...It's better to go back.

She glanced at the prison again, and the vague cold aura from the latter made her shiver. She immediately turned her head, turned her body, and walked towards the distance.

Although the speed is a little faster, this is 'walking', the girl defended quietly in her heart.

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(The bright sun travels far away, and the shadow ends in a silent place. Until death, you still hold your head and never look back. This is called "cowardice".)

Wow.

(There are only thin willow trees along the river, which are not crooked but straight. People at that time praised them highly and described their virtues. After a few years, they were almost dead.)

Wow.

(Shaping the top, polishing the face, reflecting the body, bending the knees, and stamping the feet should follow the rhythm of the five categories, and one soul can be conveyed to the heart, so it lasts forever and has no beginning.)

Boom.

Without looking at the black pillar that was slowly disappearing in front of him, the boy looked thoughtful and tapped his fingers in the air in disorder. Then, he paused and looked up somewhere.

"It seems that lately there is some knowledge like 'intention', which can be explained from any angle. Sera, do you know what's going on?"

Qi Xiu vaguely had an answer in his mind, but out of caution, he still asked the other party honestly. Even if it was a comparison, he wanted to get an answer that was at least in the right direction.

"What do you think was the purpose of the people who originally set up the library and shared it?" Sera asked instead.

"...A post-guidance scholar?" Qi Xiu narrowed his eyes and replied calmly. This was also the answer in his mind.

"Not entirely, or rather, this is just the idea of ​​the current 'manager'." Sera immediately denied the other party's guess, and then gave the correct answer.

"Essentially, the library is a place for recording, whether it is the thoughts of the strong or the path, without distinguishing between right and wrong, but recording them all, but that is just in case. Emergency measures."

"..." Qi Xiu listened silently, his black eyes getting deeper and deeper.

His body seemed to become cold, and the emotions flowing in his heart, such as surprise and doubt, turned into fuel, igniting the spirituality in his soul and making his thinking more active. Instead, there was an almost indifferent expression on his face.

"Since ancient times, the development of the Federation has never been peaceful. It can be said that the original Federation was established in the flames of war, and the same is true later. Although people work hard to move forward, various disasters always appear, as if even this universe has Targeting us."

At some point, Sera's mechanical voice turned into a solemn voice, as if an old man who had gone through hardships was telling the past in person.

"At first, we longed for peace, were kind to others, and hoped for the future. However, our people died one after another, one after another."

"The people we admired, the people we looked forward to, the people we had hope for, they died somewhere we couldn't reach, they died worthless, like dirt, mud, and debris."

"We want to remember, but those pairs of faces gradually become blurred. Unfortunately, in the end, we even let go of those memories...What do we have left? Maybe, nothing. Let’s leave it.”

The old man sighed, and vaguely, he seemed to see pairs of palms stretching toward the sky. The dim light fell down, and the wails sounded, but he could only watch and could do nothing.

Just simply watching.

Dark, gloomy emotions climbed up from the bottom of his heart. They bared their teeth and claws, glared at the sky, and shouted about the injustice of God. However, Qi Xiu's eyes remained calm.

A trace of waves melted away in his eyes, and then returned to silence. However, this level of emotion could not shake him.

"Haha, so we gave up. Instead of praying for justice, we should give ourselves justice." The old man's voice suddenly became high-pitched, an excited voice that seemed to have seen the dawn of light.

"But that is just a matter for us old guys and has nothing to do with you. You don't need to work hard. We will move on by ourselves because we have witnessed with our own eyes that sacred and magnificent scene. That was our beginning."

Just like the storm suddenly stopped and the turbulent waves returned to silence, the old man's voice revealed a trace of satisfaction. He smiled, encouraging future generations like a kind old man.

"Finally, please remember one thing, live proudly, child."

"The voice recorder is the first founder, and he has passed away." Sera's cold voice sounded, breaking the original solemn atmosphere.

"So, the real purpose is to record the traces of those strong men?" Qi Xiu's expression remained as usual, not affected by the previous atmosphere at all. He thought for a moment and asked the other party.

"Perhaps, but the current Sera Library exists as a link of guidance." Sera did not confirm the other party's statement. As the new 'manager' agent, it has only recently awakened its will and does not know Those ones.

"..." Qi Xiu thought and temporarily stopped talking.

"Besides, as you said, the reason why there is a lot of knowledge related to 'intention' is probably because you are eager for relevant answers in your heart. This is a library that reflects your heart."

"Moreover, you don't think that strong people are only good at one aspect of knowledge. For you, only libraries that can solve puzzles are valuable. No matter how much you know about the rest, they are just impurities."

Sera's frank words made Qi Xiu's heart move, and a vague face appeared in his mind. But the next moment, he shook his head and stopped thinking.

"That's it for today. I'm going to solve some questions." Qi Xiu stood up and walked outside.

Sera floated silently in the air, just watching the other party gradually walk away.

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"That's right there."

Panting in his mouth, he held a portable 'circulator' in his hand, a special device for going out that looked like a pale white hairband. Qi Xiu's eyes narrowed, and a cold voice came from his ear.

‘The destination point has been reached. ’

"Is that the 'Peak of Hope'..." Qi Xiu murmured in a low voice, a strange light flashed in his eyes, it actually existed.

Not long ago, he turned around and headed to the edge of the city, and saw Yun Cheng again. Although the latter was pleasantly surprised by his visit, he expressed his request.

Yuncheng's expression changed slightly, and then he sighed, regretting that his affairs had increased recently and he could not go out for the time being. He then cordially informed him of the specific information and solemnly told him to come to him if he needed anything.

He nodded in response, but knew in his heart that he would never find the other party again unless he had to.

The technique itself only keeps him in a 'calm' state. Although it has not distorted his original mind yet, he still vaguely understands that if this continues, his own cognition will probably appear. Some deviations.

Ordinary people would act based on the balance of emotion and reason, but he could only lean to the other side. Of course, he had no regrets, and only in this way could he achieve that goal.

However, at least, he would not do that as he had not yet become 'cold'. If he only measured the relationship with each other by interests, he would also feel that he would be very pathetic like that.

Sweeping away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Qi Xiu thought about the scene that appeared inexplicably in his mind. It seemed to be a huge library, surrounded by bookshelves, filled with countless 'books'.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of this doubt in his heart that all the black pillars he has read recently are knowledge related to it. Just like in the past, he tried to find a way to solve the problem of the body, but in the end he suddenly 'found' this technique.

Qi Xiu shook his head slightly. It was not that he was not interested in this aspect, but rather than his own hobbies, he was now more eager to know knowledge that could contribute to his future development.

Therefore, it must be resolved as soon as possible.

He tried to picture some scenes in his mind, showed them to some reliable people he knew, and asked for their opinions.

Unfortunately, nothing was gained. Even when he came to Yuncheng, he didn't expect anything in return. However, the other party gave him the most correct information so far after pondering for a moment.

He looked into the distance. It was a small mountain peak slightly above the horizon. Of course, calling it a mountain was a bit of an exaggeration. At best, it was just a steep slope that was created by accident. It was only given the name of 'Peak of Hope' by outsiders.

"...Let's go." He closed his eyes, then opened them, and stepped over there.

Not long after, along the downhill slope, he gradually saw the whole picture below clearly. A simple, paper-like door was leaning against the 'wall' on one side, and the half-open door blocked the dark tunnel on the inside.

He stepped forward and opened the door, and a harsh creaking sound rang in his ears.

Qi Xiu stepped in without changing his expression.

At first, he thought it would be a dirt road, but after walking for a while, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Soft light shines on the ground, and the fractures on both sides are filled with densely packed lamps. Some are oil lamps that have fallen into dust, and some are dim gemstones that have no light at all. Among the many 'lamps', there are only fluorescent plants. Still the same.

The elegant yellow-blue light drove away the darkness. He lowered his head and saw an extremely smooth road below. He leaned down and touched the ground with his fingers, and a chill came from the hard earth.

"Mediocre." As if murmuring, he stood up and continued to move forward.

The further he went, the smoother the road became, and the more lamps on both sides, the more silent he looked as he walked on the road.

This place is not a famous place, it is just a steep slope that appears on the ground by chance. The reason why it still exists is because there is too much federal land, so no one cares about this kind of "roadside weeds".

If there is really any value here, it is definitely not a place where some incompetent people can exist.

Therefore, even if there is something here, it is just some 'useless' things.

He paused and stood at the entrance with the slightly white door frame, staring at the scene in the distance.

One, two, three... Countless bookshelves were located here. The smell of decay, dilapidation, and withering came all at once, and he took steps forward.

On the bookshelf on the left, there are paper pages that have been spread out, and the words on them are openly exposed to the visitors.

He walked by.

On the bookshelf on the right, there are broken shells with fine patterns on them, as if they are interpreting certain truths.

He walked through again.

Animal skins, bones, hemp ropes, sea stones, gold leaves... This is not a lofty place, it is just a place for some mediocre people to share their knowledge with each other. They display all they know with a smile on their faces. Show a proud smile.

The memory is boiling, as if someone is whispering inside my head.

This is not enough to be called a 'library'.

There is no advanced 'knowledge' here.

The founders here are just some ‘weak people’.

But they are still eager, looking forward, and looking forward to it. It is definitely not the 'right' thing, and it is also very 'small'. Even if they say it out loud, they will be 'ridiculed' by others. However, they smile dryly, blush, and lower their heads. With their heads down, they were still thinking.

It would be great if it works.

The muttering deepened further, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. The words came flooding in. In an instant, he suddenly felt that this place was extremely 'familiar', as if he had been here for a long time.

I have touched it with my own hands, witnessed it with my own eyes, and heard it with my own ears, the words of those people.

("If you grit your teeth and muster the strength to punch forward, it will be stronger than usual. Can you try it on a regular basis?")

("After spinning in place ten times, quickly adjust your body and mind to suppress the dizziness. You can spin more next time.")

("The Western Mountain pig has thick skin, sharp hair, and a ferocious temperament. It is not easy to deal with it head-on. You can attack the joint point in its lower right corner, which is its Achilles' heel.")

("Evening flowers can freshen the air and have a weak purifying effect. If crushed and applied to the skin, it can also have a weak refreshing effect.")

("Forcibly put your body to sleep for three days and make certain preparations. The hazy moment when you just wake up is the most sensitive moment of a person's mind. During this period of time, practicing cultivation will achieve twice the result with half the effort.")

Countless weak, small, and insignificant knowledge reappeared in the mind, coming from the experience of countless people. Thoughts spread at this moment, and among them, the voice of Youdao was the loudest.

"Facing your back to the rising sun, sleeping soundly on your side, and walking upright are all the ways of the world. Instead of looking up to the sky and looking at all things, it is better to lower your head and look at all things. The world will never let you down."

"When I come to this world, I will move forward bravely until I reach the top. If I regret it, I will die badly."

"What is hope? I am hope."

The arrogant and confident voice echoed in his heart. Qi Xiu let out a breath and his brain became clear. He slowly opened his eyes, and at the end, a deep voice sounded.

["And this is the meaning of 'Hope's Peak'."]

"The kind that accumulates dust." Qi Xiu's eyes flickered and he murmured.

Yes, this is a library built by those who are unwilling to be mediocre. They welcome everyone to join, even if they are penniless, even if they have nothing, as long as they recognize their determination, they can enter here.

Therefore, there are no guards here. They put their knowledge here and let people browse freely.

Hope's Peak is not what they call themselves, but the name given to it by everyone who knows.

I hope that one day I will be able to cross that level of the sky, and all the people gathering dust are silently looking forward to it in their hearts. If that day really comes, if that person really exists, then there is no doubt that it can be called ‘hope’.

The Peak of Hope is the place where hope is nurtured.