(Thanks for the reward and support for discovering one hundred ways men lie)
The debate surrounding the topic "whether Aluka should be sanctioned" is superficially a matter of differences in legal knowledge, just like some people think that fighting back after being beaten is self-defense, and some people think that fighting back is a mutual assault. In fact, it is a matter of moral concepts. Everyone has their own standards in their minds regarding the differences... However, I have heard enough similar debates in Xiayin Pavilion, so I won't repeat them here.
Afterwards, everyone discussed [Which is right or wrong between the jungle law of the jungle and the order established by the God of Death], [Witches have been unfairly treated due to historical issues], [Should the act of devouring souls be banned], [Whether madness should be banned] Treating it as a normal force and using it] and other topics, the classroom atmosphere was extremely intense. As a teacher, Feiton wanted to end get out of class on time, but the students took the initiative to ask for a delay.
The climax of the class came at the end of the class. Under Feiton's suggestive speech, a certain death martial arts student who was bullied by other witches and enrolled in the school with a hidden identity mustered up the courage to reveal his identity and advocated that witches are not the same as evil... Of course, Her claims were irrelevant. What shocked the students was the fact that "there is a witch lurking around them all the time." Read the book
After the class ended, Feton fulfilled his promise and sent Orachne back to her place of origin, while Eluga, because the snake in her body had been eliminated and no longer needed to work for Medusa, asked Feton to send her to a remote place. In the mountains and forests, he planned to go to the big witch's residence to seek shelter on his own.
After school, the impact of this class continued——
"Seriously, you don't need to think too much. My old man is a well-known double-standard dog, and what he says is often inconsistent with what he does. You can just listen to what he says as farts." He took out the soul-sucking water again. Jatis, who was about to practice, found that Majia and others were still in the classroom, and their expressions were heavier than the last, so he couldn't help but comfort him.
Majia lowered her head and stared at her notebook. The top-two academic in her grade recorded all the views and key information that emerged during the debate: "Double standards and inconsistent words and deeds don't matter at all. What matters is whether what he said is correct or not." Makes sense."
Black Star stood by the window, looking at the snoring sunset, and murmured: "I didn't intend to bully the weak, but I also didn't think clearly about what I was going to do after becoming strong... Jatis, your father That's right, I only became stronger for the sake of becoming stronger, and one day I will fall into the abyss like other Star Clan people and attack human souls."
"Eating souls?" Soul Eater smiled bitterly. This keyword happened to be where he felt melancholy. "Looking back now, when we treated Beja (a cat who likes to act in human form) as a witch to hunt, Beja Ya didn't show any evil side at all, and even let us go more than once. However, because I believed it was a witch, I swallowed its soul without hesitation..."
"...We have always owed Beja an apology." Majia closed the notebook. The old couple had a tacit understanding and were thinking about the same problem. "And more importantly than the apology, we have always subconsciously believed that 'Witch' It's evil... Don't look at what I just advocated, "Eluka is innocent. If it weren't for Teacher Feiton's lesson, I would most likely execute Eluka directly and promote the evolution of Soul Eater."
There is no judgment on the severity of the punishment, and the death martial arts academy has never had a tradition of locking up witches and doing labor camps.
"There is no other way. The way the magic weapon warrior evolved into a death-scythe made the students of the Death Martial Arts College regard the soul of the witch as a precious resource." The son of the god of death thought, and there was no trace of the neuroticism in pursuing symmetrical aesthetics. "In other words, the problem lies with the Dead Arms College. It is a serious mistake to allow crusade missions like Beja's to appear on the bulletin board. It fails to guide students to distinguish right from wrong, which is a failure in education. The most important thing is that there is no adjustment and The policy of dealing with witches."
Jatis couldn't help but said: "Hey, you are not talking lightly."
"...That's right." The clarity and determination in the eyes of the son of Death disappeared, and he fell into entanglement again. First, he was not sure that his idea was correct, and second, his respect for his father made him unconsciously stop his rebellious thoughts. .
"..." Everyone in the classroom fell into their own thoughts again.
"Did this smelly old man get the wrong person? Shouldn't I be the one affected by [righteousness]?" Jadis muttered in a low voice, sucked three-thirds of his fingers into the soul water, and used his ghostly cries to drive away the students. troubles.
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"This tea is not bad, but it is still not as good as the black tea I enjoyed in the palaces of various European countries. As everyone knows, my legend was in the 12th century——"
"——If you keep talking, this cup of black tea today in the 21st century will be the last cup of black tea in your life." Feiton said lightly and elegantly took a sip of the black tea brewed by the God of Death himself.
"Freedom of speech turns out to be such a precious thing!" Shengjian ate the pastry fiercely.
Don't blame it for being cowardly, Feiton interviewed him when he was investigating history. At that time, it failed to control its mouth and received a severe beating.
The God of Death pointed to the big mirror in the God of Death's space with his cute white big hand. What was reflected in the mirror was the image of the classroom where Jatis was: "Speaking of which, is this a qualified class? Why do I feel that I need to be touched the most?" People, but they didn’t react at all?”
"Please, Jatis just doesn't have the qualifications to practice, and he's not a disabled person with delayed brain development. He doesn't have any feelings about the different world he just came to." Feiton put down the cup and smiled slightly, "Besides, I originally planned to Let him adapt in advance in the way of "the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear. This experience will come in handy when he falls into mental difficulties in the future."
Death smiled bitterly and said, "I hope you can share your tenderness with other students."
When Feiton treated Black Star, he forced Black Star to go in the direction of the horns.
"Well, you all know that he is my son, what else is there to say." Feiton picked up the skull-shaped biscuit and put it into his mouth, "Then, I will follow my own teaching plan here, but you will do the same. It's like something went wrong...or, 'A problem is what you expected?"
"Ahaha~ Have you been discovered?" The God of Death swayed his body from side to side cutely.
Feiton explained: "I was not sure at first. The soul breath of the son of death and the first generation of ghosts and gods only exudes a smell similar to yours, but the similarity is only about 30%. However, no matter how I investigate, I can't find that you have ** * record, you have to think about other possibilities, and I happened to encounter more than one fool who took the initiative to split his soul."
The God of Death spread out his big hands and said helplessly: "How terrifying, Your Majesty the Demon God of another world."
"Please don't use the word 'terrible'. No matter what the outcome is, I have no intention of intervening. It's just pure curiosity." Feiton looked at another friend at the tea table, "For example, I recently acted out of curiosity. Investigate a certain gentleman who left a legend in the 12th century. Magic weapon warriors are a new race developed by Orachne 800 years ago. Is there some connection between the two~"
"Do you have milk and sugar?" Shengjian didn't want to answer this question and pretended not to hear it.
Feiton shrugged and did not pursue the question. He turned his gaze back to the God of Death: "Are you planning to pretend to be stupid too?"
The God of Death sighed, and his pupils in the cartoon style looked darker: "The new era should be left to young people, that's all."
