The long journey that started from Polusaro and belonged to the young people of Suomir origin came to an end after returning here.
For long-lived species, a few years pass by in just a short nap, but for short-lived humans, it is enough to feel like a lifetime ago.
After getting used to the exquisite masonry and concrete buildings with bright colors in Padrosi; and having a special impression of the special paper-wood houses in the Moon Country, I came back here. Many people lived in a relatively poor place. It was a place with simple houses that were no different from those thousands of years ago. Many feelings in Kaleva's heart were transmitted to his body, making him stop for a long time and carefully look at every place on the land where he was born and raised. detail.
The concept of hometown itself only emerged after leaving. If I had never left, the state of mind I am in now, the indescribable experience of seeing familiar and unfamiliar scenes everywhere and memories gradually awakening, would not exist.
From the beginning, Kalawata had no intention of following Henry forever. Even though the experience of traveling together was very precious to him, and even if he did respect this man very much now, it did not mean that he would follow the path of peace and virtue. completely consistent path.
In this regard, he has been different from Mira since the beginning. Although the Luoan girl has been able to fight side by side with the sage, she still doesn't know what kind of person she wants to be, while Kaleva knew it early on.
People embark on journeys for various reasons, sometimes to find answers to something, sometimes to escape from painful things.
For him, this is a journey of self-discovery and firmness of purpose.
Sometimes the importance of things is gained through loss. If he stays in this familiar place all his life and lives a familiar daily life and only communicates with familiar people, then he may never see his position clearly.
Only after you leave and walk out can you realize your original position.
Only when you come into contact with more people and learn to think and see yourself from others' perspectives can you understand what your true self is like.
Then understand what you really want to do and what you really value.
He is not a sword wielder, and his tall physique does not bring him the determination and will to use violence. He does not want to be an adventurer.
He also has no desire for glory and wealth. His need for money is average and he can live a comfortable life; he has no desire for fame. Talking to him about the honors that the nobles are flocking to is tantamount to playing the piano to an ox.
He is just an ordinary young man, but ordinary does not necessarily equate to vulgarity, just like a person with noble blood and wealth does not necessarily have to be elegant and decent.
He wanted to write it all down.
These experiences during the journey, their thoughts, and the various entanglements between people. Those magnificent histories, those adventures, those ordinary ones.
Like the Saga epic written by the ancestors of the ancient Northland, he wanted to write down the stories of the people of his era.
In the past, he would be driven by simple hatred and hostility. His impulsiveness may not have changed much until now, but he has also understood that the world is not so black and white. Those correct ideas may not be promoted and accepted; those knowledge worth cherishing will be burned in the hands of ignorant people.
He is not a great sage, he is just an ordinary person, and what he can do is to write down these things as much as possible so that people will not forget them.
Perhaps this is a bit too simple and pure in terms of an answer, something that should be regarded as a goal in life, but if you think about it carefully, he has never been a very complicated person.
When Kaleva said this, he was a little hesitant. He himself seemed to think that this was too ordinary and boring a goal.
But our wise man said:
"Those in high positions often like to label things with various noble and glorious labels for their own purposes, so that others can work for their interests. People who grow up with such thoughts often think that they are doing it for their own purposes. Living and making money To live for simple small goals is 'shameful' and 'unambitious'."
"But as long as the purpose is noble enough, the slogan is loud, and the means are dirty, does it not matter?"
"A nobleman who claimed to be righteous but massacred thousands of his own countrymen. He wore gold and silver and printed his face on gold coins for fear that no one would know how noble he was."
"With a civilian who has no ambitions but insists on doing what he should do in daily life, not harming others, and doing his best to help others - which side is more worthy of praise, depending on the position, there may be So many conflicting answers."
“Don’t be ashamed that your choices may seem mundane, there is nothing shameful in living well and having a purpose.”
He said this, and the young man listened to what might be his last teaching, and nodded after a long silence.
People always have their own judgment standards in their hearts. Farmers and workers often pray for stability and are afraid of unemployment or poor harvests; while nobles and businessmen hope that wealth and power can continue to develop and accumulate, becoming stronger and stronger. What they long for is progress and change. .
No matter which party you ask, they will give the correct answer based on their own perspective, because there is never more than one correct answer in this world.
Just like they came to Porusaro by boat, but this time they took the land route.
Those in power always like to make their answers become universal values and the only correct answer - everyone except our religion is a heretic; everyone except our family is a usurper.
They pursue eternity and hope that their answer will always be the only choice.
Based on Leng Tou Qing's level of trust in the sage, if he said that this was not possible and asked him to continue traveling with them, I am afraid that the young man would eventually agree even if he hesitated.
But he won't do this. Even if he has the influence over this person almost like a parent or elder, he will not interfere with the choice made by the other person.
The choice is made by Kalava himself, which is the most important thing. The road ahead may be difficult, but we must believe that he has the will to go to the end.
The world doesn't need another Henry Mayer, because the same people will just make the same choices. This is a double-edged sword, on the good side it means trustworthy, on the bad side it means immutable.
After everything that needed to be said was said, the moment of departure came quietly.
It will take time for Lulu and Ling to adapt to life here. They may encounter many difficulties in the future, but they will also meet people who are willing to lend a helping hand.
Even if it wasn't him, it wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't them.
"The fate has come, and we will meet again." Ms. Doctor said this in Kazuto's language.
The "fate" in Xinyuezhou philosophy can generally refer to all connections and ties between people and between people and things. It is not affected by the intention of the person involved. When "fate" comes to an end, no matter how unfavorable it is. Willingness and reluctance, no matter how hard it is to maintain, it will never be the same as before.
Therefore, this separation does not require retention or sadness.
When fate comes again, they will naturally meet again. Until then, they just need to wish each other well.
The team of five changed back to two people and one horse. Henry and Mira left a portion of the funds of 1,000 imperial gold coins to Galeva and the others. Also left behind was Leng Touqing who insisted that he was of no use anymore. The mithril shield, the strange light halberd and some other equipment. But the sage and the doctor, who expected that the Padrosi Empire might be in turmoil in the future, insisted that he keep it, because it was better to have something that could deal with the crisis than nothing.
A thin layer of ice formed in the Port of Polusaro in early January, but it was not thick enough to affect the navigation of ships. Henry and Mira stepped onto the trestle again. The steady and thick wooden board would not bend even if Mitya, who was now huge, stepped on it. Mira, who suddenly remembered something, looked back and saw that the wooden shield that celebrated the completion of the trestle was still hanging there, but——
"Teacher." The Luoan girl pulled Henry's clothes, and the sage followed her instructions and turned his head to look.
The text on it sparkles, and the background pattern also has a sheen.
"It seems that someone is taking care of it." She said, and the faded shield was repainted. Even the chipped parts were carefully filled and smoothed with plaster and the missing color was replenished.
The royal horizon blue, also known as ultramarine, was combined with the authentic Raman font. The restoration effect was so good that it looked like a new work. Among the people passing by, a middle-aged uncle noticed the two of them stopping to watch, and he answered on a whim. stand up.
"The eldest lady of the city of Parnilla funded the renovation. It is said that she likes these historical relics very much and is worried that they cannot be effectively maintained."
"Hey, she is such a kind-hearted lady. She must be a very elegant and intellectual mature lady. But people like us probably have no chance to meet such a big shot, hahaha, don't mind. Don't mind. "The middle-aged man, who finished his explanation and waved away coolly, was wearing light clothes common to sailors. He was humming a tune and holding a money bag in his hand. He had obviously just made money and was in a good mood to go drink. Some drinks.
"The trestle itself has also been repaired." The sage reminded him. There were obviously some parts of different colors on the wooden boards on the ground. The old wooden boards that have aged and turned gray after years of wind and rain are juxtaposed with the renovated parts that still retain the new wood color to form mottled colors. It is obvious that even in this simple town that looks unchanged, many things happened while they were away. changed.
The years are passing slowly, time is longer than people imagine, but it is always shorter than people hope.
Two hundred years is long enough to change all familiar things, but a thousand years of empire is so short compared to mountains, rivers and seas.
Sailors armed with long harpoons broke through the ice to allow small boats to sail, and most of the winter in Porusaro was not long enough to completely freeze the deep-water port, so merchant ships still came and went.
It didn't take much effort for them to find a commercial barge that was willing to accept two people and one horse. After using part of the hundreds of gold reserved for the shipping fee, the sage and the white-haired girl quickly boarded. The sailing ship to be sailed on.
"Let's go."
"Go meet an elegant and intellectual mature lady."
