Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

As night fell, Valentine lit up with dappled lights.

The city imposed a curfew yesterday, and there were no pedestrians on the road, only soldiers on patrol.

Although the battle was won today, the casualties were extremely tragic. Every household was crying. With the intensity of the elf siege, the residents of the city also felt it. The taste of fear can destroy the heart defense, not to mention that during the battle, the attack magic of the elf mages is not enough. Carefully smashed into the city, causing a lot of casualties and chaos.

However, this is not the most fatal.

The most terrible thing is that the defeat of the Dusk Chapter is only temporary. Everyone knows that the elves are a very proud race. They will definitely come back when they taste the defeat. Today's victory is just the beginning of tomorrow's hard fight.

But this is war. Some wins and losses are often not about who has the sharper sword, but who is more ruthless, who can't hold it first, and who sheds blood first.

The powerless people were crying in a low voice, the soldiers who retreated were tired and scared, and the military and political officials headed by Nick were cheering up and strengthening their defenses, and the attack of the elves could come at any time.

Under such circumstances, the festive atmosphere of the Vidal Chamber of Commerce was somewhat out of place.

But there is no way, in addition to a group of imperial people, there are other magical species gathered here.

For example, a high-profile passing Earth Consort, Autobots protesting over stigmatizing names, and greenskins who are never heartless.

Especially the orcs, they are neither worried about the end of the city, nor afraid of the attack of the elves, nor sigh about the cruelty of the war, so they are very happy. There was a big fight in the eight classics, and the two joys were added together to get a waaaagh time.

So they drank and ate and drank, and Kant was also able to feel the cultural atmosphere of the orcs up close.

Leona couldn't take it anymore and ran away long ago. Kant originally wanted to talk to the other party about family affairs, such as "who else is in the family?" and other Chinese racial special dialogues, but then he couldn't stand it anymore.

"...look at them."

Kant said to Iron Son: "Blood, beat, start to dismantle things, beat, defecate anywhere, beat, throw **** everywhere, beat too... Got it?"

The Autobot nodded, then said gruffly, "Father, I want a name."

"…puff."

Kant turned his head to the side, unable to hold back.

Iron Son's electronic eyes showed signs of fading into red: "Father, what are you laughing at?"

Although it is a question, it is like a question.

Kant blinked and said innocently, "I remember happy things."

The parts on the Autobot were rattling, obviously unhappy.

"Hey, being an Autobot, the most important thing is to be happy, the name is just a code." Kant persuaded bitterly, "Look, I'm also called a big tech tyrant by them, but so what? It's just a cultural difference. , so it sounds a bit strange, I know that Xiaojiba is really not very good, but Iron Jiba is okay, over the earth, there is a kind of call called a small steel cannon..."

He said this, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Because Iron Son looked at him so silently, it was more stressful.

It's not that I'm afraid or anything, let's put it this way, if you're drooling over the yellow jokes, and Optimus Prime is standing by and looking down at you, neither accusing nor interfering... you certainly can't go on.

The Autobot was silent for a moment, then dazzled and transformed back into the form of a car.

This is sulking.

Kant patted its hood: "Okay, if you don't like it, I'll give you a nice name. I promise you, it will be serious and nice..."

He leaned beside the car door, leaned his back against Iron Son, looked at the sky, and smiled slowly on his face: "I have to say, I'm not used to it without you by my side these days. I won't be able to do this next time."

The Hummer vibrated, and a voice came from the car's speakers: "Well, I'm not used to it too."

Kant slammed his elbow into the car door: "But you did a good job."

The Autobot was silent, not sure how to respond to the compliment.

After a while, Kant said, "Have you seen the mobile hard disk given to you?"

"not yet."

The Autobot responded: "It takes a short time to transmit them, but it takes a long time to understand and understand... But some drawings are relatively simple."

Kant nodded: "It's good to understand... Maybe tonight will be busy. The elves are actually very powerful. Although you were successful during the day, you first caught the elves by surprise. They have never seen this way of fighting. Secondly, most of their power is contained by the city wall, which makes you invincible. In the final analysis, the power on our side is still too weak, and we will fight tomorrow."

The Autobot said quietly, "Yes, Father, I'll help."

Having said this, the father and son were silent, the noise of the greenskins was just the soundtrack, and many nights, they had looked up at the sky like this.

Suddenly, Iron Son said, "Father, I want to pick the name myself."

Kant was stunned for a moment, a little lost, but he still respected its wishes: "Yes."

"But..." he asked again, "what do you want to call yourself?"

The Autobot replied, "I don't know... I haven't thought about it for a while, but I can think about it slowly. There are many stories in this world, and there are also many stories in my father's world. I can read and think a little bit."

Just as Kant was about to speak, he saw a figure flickering in the distance. Hong San stood in the shadow of the lamp. He thought for a moment and said, "You watch them here, I'll be back later."

The Autobot responded, and then said, "By the way, father, there are other things in the mobile hard disk you gave, which I copied with me earlier."

Kant was puzzled at first, and then showed a look of alertness: "...what is it?"

Iron Son said, "I didn't look closely, it seems to be a collection of fairy tales."

Kant couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but fortunately he was right.

After thinking about it, he thought of the origin of those things. He was interested in myths and legends from all over the world for a while, so he got a lot of graphic materials and planned to take a closer look.

It is a pity that those ancient myths and legends are very exciting to play games, and the vertical paintings look very coquettish, but reading the original myths, I feel a little boring.

He waved his hand and said: "Small things are just some myths and legends of the earth. You can read them when you are bored. You should relax... But don't have too high expectations."

Then Kant went to Hong San's side.

The Autobot parked there quietly, his mind immersed in the world of data in a way no human could understand, parsing out complete information.

Suddenly Kant hurried back and patted the hood: "Hello!"

Iron Son was startled: "Father?"

"Let me ask, there shouldn't be any ancient Greek myths in that collection, right?"

"no, what happened?"

Kant waved his hands strangely and said, "It's fine if you don't, it's fine."

Ancient Greek culture can basically be said to be the origin of Western culture. At that time, mythology reflected the thoughts and wisdom of the ancient Greeks, challenging authority, eradicating the old and innovating, doubting everything, and specifically reflected in mythology, which was expressed as "killing". Father", "Kill Dad" and "Hack Dad".

Even the entire history of Western culture is like a vast history of patriarchal thought.

This stuff will teach bad kids.

After confirming that it was not, he turned around and left with confidence.

Iron Son felt inexplicable, but he also inherited a good character from his father. When encountering things that he couldn't understand and couldn't understand, he didn't think about it for the time being and did what he could do.

So it went ahead and opened that collection, found one at random, parsed the information, and read it.

"Egyptian Mythology..."

Kant had put this matter behind him and came to Hong San: "Why are you gone again?"

When the elves retreated and Kant was surrounded and cheered by the soldiers, Hong San hid aside. When he, the Iron Son and the Greenskins left the city wall and asked about the cause and effect, Hong San did not follow, but motioned to Kant. He stayed for the time being, and then he contacted Valentine on behalf of Kant to prevent misunderstandings, and to win his share of the spoils and credit for Kant.

After everything was in order, and after meeting with the mayor, he returned to the chamber of commerce alone.

During the meal, Condra took him with him, but after a while, he didn't know where he had slipped.

In the face of Kant's inquiry, Hong San smiled: "Let's go when we're full, you know, I'm not very comfortable."

Kant glared at him angrily.

Some things are really etched into his bones, and he was also in the past. When he pulled him to sit and eat together, Hong San felt uncomfortable and could not sit still. If it is placed a little far away, some debris will fall on the table, and Hong San will deal with these things quickly and quickly, and he can't control how much he remembers.

He shook his head, he didn't want to say anything now, or rather, there was no need to say anything.

Because Hong San was different from Hui Sa back then.

And so does Kant.

Hong San was already ready to be reprimanded again, but he didn't. He raised his head and said in surprise, "Master...Aren't you going to say something?"

Kant reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "In my hometown, there is a saying - some people have their braids cut on their heads, but not the ones in their hearts. Such people are hopeless. "

"And you, Hong San..."

He smiled: "Although you are used to kneeling right now, but your heart has slowly stood up, so things will get better and better, don't rush for a while, just like the leaning pagoda of Kaibao Temple, although it was crooked when it was first built, it can be For a hundred years, the wind has been moving day by day, and there will always be a day when it will blow straight."

Hong San looked stunned and asked subconsciously, "The Leaning Tower of Kaibao Temple... what is that?"

"A pagoda in Bianjing in the Song Dynasty, the story recorded by Ouyang Xiu." Kant smiled and passed, "But it's not important, the important thing is, Hong San, you have to remember one thing...you are human."

"I think many things, as long as you remember that you are a human being, then how to choose and how to act will be clear at a glance. You said that your master taught you to do what you want, but you turned into such a freak, that's because he didn't think carefully. , I forgot to tell you, before you go with your heart, you have to remember that you are human, what do you think?"

He also drank some wine today. Although he wasn't drunk, he was slightly drunk because he was in a good mood.

That's why I said this to Hong San with a big tongue.

Hong San smiled, nodded and said yes, not knowing if he heard it or not.

He took out a letter from his sleeve, which is the habit of the Orientals: "Someone came from the city hall just now and brought two carts of things, saying it was for you, and a letter from the mayor."

Mentioning Nick, the alcohol in Kant's eyes dissipated, and his expression became clear.

He took the letter, opened it, and fixed his eyes on it.

After a while, there was a sneer full of ridicule and disdain.

Hong San was surprised when he saw it, and just wanted to ask what was written in it, when he saw Kant hand the letter to him, and said without changing his face: "I don't know how to read, you can see what is written."

Hong San took it without laughing and laughed, and continued to read: "The polite words of gratitude, the noble's words, the way of doing business, and the trophies that I promised you, have all been brought to you, as well as some property and food. Such a reward... Look at the car outside, the gift is not light."

Kant nodded, he was quite sensible, no matter what, it was always good for someone to give money.

Immediately after, Hong San said: "He also said that the enchanted arrows you provided played a great role in the defense of the city today. He thanked you for your dedication and help, and hoped that you could provide more..."

Kant frowned, but still nodded, as the title meant, that thing was originally made to support the other party, and it was his own idea.

But in the next moment, Hong San snorted with a look of surprise, and then became uneasy.

Kant noticed the change in his expression and asked, "What did he say again?"

Hong San didn't answer, but read it back and forth several times, and even reached out for the envelope in Kant's hand, and compared it, his face became suspicious: "No, this..."

Kant said impatiently: "You mean, what is written on it?"

Hong San hesitated: "I just wrote it, I hope you can help as always, protect the city, and be with your friends... It doesn't seem to be a problem, but I always feel that the tone is a bit weird, as if something is not right. …”

Kant asked Hong San to read the letter from beginning to end.

Hong San did as he did, but Kant still couldn't hear anything wrong.

Hong San suggested, "Maybe it's because of my low status that I don't understand the words and subtexts of the nobles. Why don't I let Miss Leona take a look?"

Kant shook his head and said: "Mostly he was angry today, so he felt unhappy... It doesn't matter, I'm guarding him anyway, and I'm not afraid of him. At the moment, I'd better think about defending the city first. If you believe it, I'll give Lei later. Ona, let her take a look, but wait, let's talk about defending the city, what do you think the next time the elves attack the city?"

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PS1: Calvin, a little late, headache, sleep.