You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

The girl oiled the wheels and adjusted the position, looking serious and focused, while Sariel spun around a few times, "Sure enough, it looks much better."

"You can't see it." She said with a smile, and removed the wooden chocks that supported the wheels.

"Why do you like tearing down my platform so much?" The young man sat down and stared at the pot in a daze.

"Because if I guessed correctly." The girl washed her hands and said, "You are the subordinate sent by your monarch to receive my authority."

"After a long period of exile, but still loyal, full of lies, and flexible in thinking." The girl calculated with her fingers, "and there is no need to return to his side, he can still feel at ease."

Sariel's eyes widened a little, then returned to narrow, fox-like eyes.

"I don't think it's useless to lie to you." Sariel raised his hands in surrender, "How about it, my great prophet, are you willing to get rid of your suffering from now on?"

The girl smiled.

"It's useless if I want to." She said softly, she reached out and touched Sariel's chest, "You have to accept that first before I can give you my power."

"I understand. I'm still a part of him. To accept this power requires a complete individual, doesn't it?" Sariel withdrew his smile and stared at the dancing flames.

"Do you dare to try?" The girl said softly, her voice was dangerous and provocative, "Let me give you a body, a creature that can breathe and breathe."

"Then he won't continue to trust me." Sariel sighed softly, "He wants to kill me now, and he can take me back at will, so he let me receive your authority."

"It seems that even he doesn't understand your power very well." He said softly, "It is indeed the power that gods fear the most in this world."

"So I want to ask a question, why did you choose it back then." Sariel said.

The girl flicked the flames with a stick, and blinked, "Because I like it." She said simply.

"Tell me, what is the end of power?" she asked.

"It is the ultimate good." Sariel replied.

"No, it's annihilation." The girl smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, you can observe slowly."

"Then what is the end of freedom?" Sariel asked.

"Once upon a time there was a valley." The girl said softly, raising her head to feel the breath of the wind, "There is a road in the valley, but life in the valley is very rich, no one wants to go out."

"But one day, a person walked out, and the elders in the village were very angry, saying that such a move would bring disaster to them."

"Later, he came back, exhausted but excited, and told the people in the village that there was another beautiful piece of land at the end of the road."

"But the old man said no. This is his delusion. His behavior has brought disaster to everyone."

"So people gathered and stoned him to death."

Sariel stared at the treetops blown by the wind. He had never heard such a strange story. Most of their stories were about a pure and kind protagonist who finally got sublimation and happiness because of his devout belief.

"Then what?" he asked.

"As expected, disasters followed one after another. The land could no longer grow crops, and there was no water in the well." The girl said softly, "Then people planned to go out from the road to try their luck."

"Although the old people were very reluctant, they also climbed into the car. They walked forward and found that someone had already marked the road and built a bridge over the river. They kept going until they found the legendary land. .”

"People settled down, and someone proposed to collect the body of the Illuminati. When they returned to the land, they found that his last bone had also been taken away by wild dogs."

"So they put up a wooden sign saying that a man once set out here and died here."

It's a really bad story, she tells quietly, without any logic or revelation.

But Sally fell silent.

He knew that this was the human story.

This is the story of the free Illuminati.

The end of freedom is to go back to the cage and meet the loneliest death, nothing more.

"Humanity really hates you." Sariel said softly, "You actually named this kind of person after you."

The girl smiled, "But wouldn't it be nice to see those scenery first?"

She hummed easily, opened the lid of the pot to look at her things, and then closed it again.

"This is obviously my kindness." She said with a smile.

Go far away, she once said to them, go farther than the sun, think more, try more.

The Carthaginians watched as the slaves loaded the ships with supplies, and they set out, across Gibraltar, into the Sea of ​​the Gods, and they made their way south along the mainland.

The young conqueror sighed as he looked at the ocean.

If there is any very short word that can make human beings feel excited, it is far away.

They write poetry out of survival.

Sariel was silent for a long time, then smiled softly, "I don't think I can say enough about you."

"I have neither a mother nor a home," he said calmly. "All the places in this world are far away to me."

He suddenly realized something and covered his mouth.

"Speaking of these words, it is easy to be eliminated." He said seriously, "Angels don't need a mother, and they don't need things they like and hate."

"Even if I die, no one will be sad for me, because I haven't lived at all, have I?" he said softly.

"But I don't dare to live." He said with a smile, "I dare not live, and I don't want to die." He covered his face, "Are you going to laugh at me?"

"I don't plan." The girl said softly, "It is also very difficult for me to give a creature like you a heart."

"How can one have a heart?" Sariel asked.

"I don't know either." The girl said with a smile, "You can try it yourself."

She smelled the aroma overflowing from the pot, and opened the lid, "It's time to eat."

The girl studied the wooden box she nailed and stuffed sawdust into it. She planned to add some soil to it so that it could raise some flowers. She decided to buy two more lambs.

Sariel sat on the door frame of the car, watching her busy.

He used to be a stranger to labor, but after coming to the world, he found that human beings are always laboring, whether it is happy or sad labor, but as long as they are alive, they will keep moving.

She is also like this, she can always find something to do, it seems that there are endless things to do, she cuts the rough cloth into squares, hangs it on the window to shade, and then puts her wooden box under the window.

"If you don't need to migrate, it's good to keep bees in this box." She bent her fingers and tapped the wood, very satisfied with its quality.

"Why do you like to work?" Sariel asked, throwing the stone in his hand, "Singing freely, waiting for the gift of nature, isn't it good?"

"Just have a devout belief in a sufficiently powerful monarch."

"Not good." The girl said with a smile, "If you don't create yourself, you will never get your own happiness."

She picked up the hammer and hammered the nail in, "It feels very difficult at the beginning, but it will be fine when you are proficient, and it will become faster." She held another nail, and then hammered it into place went in.

"What's more, if you don't make careful preparations now, if you get stuck in some terrible place, I will have to throw away your car, and then I will have to get another one to return to you." The girl straightened her hair and said, "I Not a bad guy after all."

Sariel laughed and stood up, "Well, I did find something interesting."

Enough to go back and spend many years, the angel turned around, showed a smile, and waved, "Then I'm leaving."

The girl stood up and waved to him, "Then I wish you the best of luck."

"I can't get her power." Sariel simply reported back, and his father did not express dissatisfaction with this, "So have a good trip?"

"It's very pleasant, as long as you are bathed in your glory, it will be extremely pleasant." Sariel replied.

He suddenly felt a faint fear in his heart, and he found that he was lying, because the angel should indeed be full of joy and happiness all the time, but he had to say that during this trip, he felt a lot of other things in his heart. mood.

This is very dangerous.

It might cost your own life.

May the glorious Lord not discover this.

Angels are not independent individuals, they are just tools made by the Almighty Lord who divides a part of himself, so they have no breathing, no heartbeat, no body temperature, and even no appearance.

They never ask for it either, because it means danger and misfortune.

As long as they follow the Lord completely, they will be happy. They have always felt that their Lord is all-knowing, all-powerful, and all-good.

He returned to his place, watched the pigeon flowers blooming on the branches, and suddenly couldn't help but think of humans.

They will plant trees and gather their fruit, they will plow and reap, they will toil and suffer.

But they have a special day called a festival, and a special action called an adventure.

There is also a hazy and blazing dream called the distance.

Angels lined up in the glorious sanctuary to receive the wafer and communion, bread and wine.

They held up the wine that was as red as blood, "Thanks to my Almighty Lord for giving me food and clothing."

"To the Lord Almighty."

Sariel also raised his cup.

"Salute to the eternal distance." He said in his heart.

Thank the sun for giving me food and clothing.

Thanksgiving poetry lights up my soul.

Thank you for lighting up my life.

Respect the eternal distance.

The author has something to say: Note: This story comes from the preface of Van Loon's "Tolerance"