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

"Remember to take a shower and wash your hands." The middle-aged man said seriously, "Wipe the utensils used by the dead with strong wine."

The woman took the bag, thanked her, and walked over.

The doctor stood at the corner of the street to make way for her. The medical conference was about to start, and indeed many medical scientists came, and they were exchanging their speeches.

For example, the ancient wisdom of the Arabs, or the folk remedies of Muslim wandering doctors, and newly discovered medicinal materials.

"You read the Quran." The doctor couldn't help but asked softly.

The scholar thought for a while, "No, I haven't read it." He looked around for a while, "If you are interested, you can talk to the Arabs, some of their recipes are really good."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" the doctor said softly.

"It's nothing." The scholar said calmly. "There are too many people who do bad things, and they can't kill them."

"Also, if there is another Black Death or something, won't everyone still die?"

He said softly, and continued to walk forward, "And the priest may not be dead."

"That's true." The doctor agreed, "I heard that a duke locked himself in the castle, but someone opened the door and found that they were all dead inside."

"I've heard about it too." The scholar said softly, "There's also the case about a certain Hungarian countess using the blood of a young girl for beauty."

"It's just insane, it won't be of any use," said the doctor in a low voice.

"No way, if the nobles can get a girl, they will naturally kill the girl." The scholar lowered his voice, "Now the list of banned books is getting longer and longer."

"But why do you have an assembly?" asked the doctor.

"For communication," said the scholar.

"Why do we have to communicate?" the doctor asked.

"For development," replied the scholar.

The doctor smiled and nodded, "Yes."

"And the law does not blame the public." The scholar said softly, "When the time comes, everyone will write a confession book and copy the Bible together, and it will also enhance the relationship."

"It is said that the property will be confiscated, and you can't leave the place of residence." The doctor reminded.

"Anyway, I don't have any money, do you?" the scholar asked.

The doctor laughed.

"No, not really."

"The worst thing is Servetus." The scholar whispered, "and it is said that he can repent during the review."

"I can't live no matter what I want to live." He said with a smile.

"But I'm afraid the quality of life will not be very good." The doctor said with a smile.

"Are you alive?" the scholar said softly. He raised his head, let the morning wind blow over his face, and breathed in the moisture of the North Atlantic Ocean, "If it's not for living to do more things."

"That doesn't mean much either."

"Some people will bleed, in order to let others live, even if it is painful." The scholar said, "No matter how shameful, no matter how difficult it is, we must live."

For this is the flame passed down to us by the dead.

Those of us who survived by chance must do our best to protect it and keep it in our hearts.

When the young hero grows up from the cradle of iron, we can take out from our breasts this living fire that will never be quenched and give it to him with a clear conscience.

Maybe I can say something proudly and self-sufficiently.

Do you see the flower field in front of you? When I was young like you, I used to cut through the thorns with my sword like a mythical hero.

"Do you want to live no matter what?" asked the doctor, "even if the severe winter comes, will you manage to live?"

"Yes." The scholar said softly, "This is probably the most severe winter."

"Do you believe in spring?" asked the doctor.

"There will definitely be." The scholar said with a smile.

"What are you going to do then?" asked the doctor.

The scholar glanced at him with a strange expression, and then laughed, "Who knows, I don't need to think about it anyway."

"I must have been dead by then."

He laughed and stepped into the shadow of the arch.

"Life is but a waiting room leading to death." He repeated a sentence from the Bible.

And his companions in the venue didn't know when they responded to him.

"Everyone lives to die."

The doctor stopped.

"Sariel, angel of the moon and lies, please use your power with me."

He said softly that he used to be afraid of this power, but now he let it go.

Of course he knew the best way to kill the white horse rider, but the reason why that guy kept wandering in front of him was also because he had nothing to fear.

The best way to kill him is winter.

The winter of freezing three feet and dripping water into ice is far worse than white disasters, and even makes glaciers stand on the sea.

The doctor once brushed shoulders with the rider on the white horse.

"You can't kill me, poor Messiah." He smiled unscrupulously, "If you can do it, you are not a savior, you can be crowned king."

Let winter come.

Many people will die.

Doctors loathe sacrifice.

To this day, he doesn't want anyone to be sacrificed.

He walked into the church silently, knelt down under the cross, and the priest asked him if he had any troubles.

"How to awaken my own strength." He asked softly.

"If God thinks you have a mission, your strength will definitely be awakened," the priest said.

The doctor lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and the color from the rose window was painted on his body, "My Almighty Father, please bless (curse) me." He said softly.

Will die, will definitely die.

He felt his knees shaking, he couldn't stand up, the fear of death seized him deeply, for the first time in his life he felt death, there would be no resurrection, there would be no future.

There won't even be heaven and hell anymore.

He became a human being and lost his life, which means that he will never exist again, his memory, his feelings, and his friends will all disappear.

How do mortals overcome death?

He thought silently in his heart.

Not to die for the sake of the child.

As human beings, we are to hold the gate of darkness on our shoulders and let the children go to the place of light. (1)

He can stand up now.

He thought of many things, of a certain witch named Lily, of his pagan mother, of the painter and sculptor who gave him his appearance, of the scientist and philosopher who gave him his soul.

There are people who protect him, and there are people he wants to protect.

He stood up.

The young doctor went out, and he saw the girl standing in the sky with her arms folded, looking at him.

"Would you like a drink?" the doctor asked.

To his surprise, the girl nodded, "Yes."

The doctor remembered that she did not drink alcohol.

"I'm not a nun, and I won't delay my great career after death just because I have a drink or two."

The girl smiled and said that the doctor poured her a glass of wine. She looked at the golden liquid and picked up the glass, and took a sip, with a slightly pissed look on her face.

"I have a question for you," said the doctor.

"Tell me." The girl lifted the cup slightly.

"Did you want to entrap me the first time you saw me?" The doctor smiled softly.

"Maybe." The girl said frankly, "After all, you know I'm not a good person."

"Let me experience this world, let me be with human beings, and make me unable to resist becoming human." The doctor murmured in a low voice, "You are indeed dangerous, and you have completely succeeded."

"Now I'm going to die." He moved his lips and spit out this sentence, "Although it seems to have been my choice all along, I still want to know what you are thinking."

The girl picked up the glass and took a big sip, her facial features instantly deformed, but she still gulped down the glass of beer.

"You are a dangerous and meticulous woman. If you want to kill a person, it may take hundreds of years to plan. Even when you let him die, you feel peaceful and satisfied in your heart." The doctor shook his head. The most dangerous fugitive."

The girl poured herself another full glass of wine.

"Speaking of which, are you happy?" she asked softly.

"Happiness is indeed very happy. I have never been so happy in my life." The doctor said softly, "Maybe I am just like what Typhon said, I am a hopelessly bad person."

Even if he is trampled into dust, but thinking that maybe fresh flowers will bloom on his corpse next year, he will feel that everything is no big deal.

"Do you hate me?" asked the doctor.

The girl turned her dark purple eyes to look at the doctor's face and shook her head.

"Why do you think that?" she asked.

The doctor also shook his head, "That's good."

"I'm always easy to think a lot." He said, his brows and eyes always had a strong sadness that couldn't fade away, then he stood up and bowed lightly, "If you don't hate me ,I have a request."

He held out a hand, "Please dance with me, miss."

At that moment, countless good nights flashed through the doctor's mind. In this dark age, in the barracks, there were always people singing songs and telling some strange stories.

Let's say a certain king's loyal knights decide to go to a faraway place to make a fortune, they will defeat the magician, they will slay the dragon, they will make friends, and then they will have a lady dedicated to them, and when they return home, Put all honor in front of her.

He has always been a bad guy, and one of the characteristics of a bad guy is that he likes to dream, always listening to such stories, and sometimes he also dreams.

What would the savior dream about?

He only knew that he was dreaming, but the specific content of the dream had already dissipated.

"Dance with me, please bless me, please curse me," whispered the doctor, "you devil."

"Please seduce."

"Please tempt me to use my most fragile body to pursue the most noble cause, and then die."

"As you wish." The girl's voice reached his ears, and he felt her hand on his, "In my name, sink down."

"Then, go up."

作者有话要说：（1）出自鲁迅发布在1919年11月1日“新青年”6卷6号《我们现在怎样做父亲》

The original text is: All in all, awakened parents should be obligatory, altruistic, and sacrificial, which is not easy to do;

But it is not easy to do in China.Those who are awakened in China, in order to follow the elders and liberate the young, must settle the old accounts and open up new paths at the same time.

It is what I said at the beginning, "I carry the burden of tradition, shoulder the gate of darkness, and let them go to a broad and bright place; from then on, I will live happily and behave rationally." This is a very great and important thing. It is also a very difficult and difficult thing.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!