Plural Apostles

The stone statue Qiyana squeezed out a few words that made cracks spread out from her throat: "No..."

"Oh, that's good, I'm really afraid that you will get hurt." The white-haired girl let out a thankful voice, but these words full of care and gratitude, like arrows, kept piercing the fallen Sata The hearts of Nia and the petrified Kiyana.

However, the two with strong anti-strike ability recovered quickly. Satania angrily cursed the thief who stole her pineapple bag again. Successful robbery!

After using the spiritual victory method to win, Satania turned her head to look at the white-haired girl, frowning: "Huh? An angel?"

"...Huh?" Kiyana stared blankly at the smiling white-haired girl, "Are you an angel too?"

"Also? Oh, oh, you should know Xiaojia, right? After all, we are the only ones here to cultivate in the human world this year." The white-haired girl clapped her hands lightly, showing an elegant yet polite smile, "My name is Baiyu Lala Phil Undsworth, just call me Rafael, please give me your advice.”

"Ah... my name is Kiyana Kaslana, that..." The corner of Kiyana's mouth twitched, what a shame!Black history was hit by someone else.

"Angel...huh!" Satania curled her lips and said in a pompous voice, "I am Satania! Now I challenge you in the name of the future great devil, and submit to my power and glory..."

Rafael clapped his hands lightly, with a gentle smile on his face: "I surrender."

"Ah?" Satania was stunned for a moment, and then she quickly reacted, and a surge of excitement and joy involuntarily surged in her heart. She tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that were crazily raised, her expression became a little funny, but she gave out a majestic look Voice, "In this case, you are my servant of Satania, hahahahaha!"

"Yes, from now on I will be Lord Satania's servant. This is my respect to Lord Satania. Lord Satania just went to buy a pineapple bag again." Rafael smiled and moved several A note was handed to Satania.

"Ah? Oh...cough cough, I will accept your respect! You are a loyal servant!" Satania's face was almost smiling, she became confident, and looked at the dead fish beside her. Kiyana, who looked like a ghost, said, "Human beings, angels have already bowed down to Lord Satania's charisma, you..."

"I'm sick, get out, don't bother." Qiyana rolled her eyes, and glanced at the smiling Rafael... This guy doesn't look stupid, good-natured, or crazy!Obviously, the impression was quite good at the beginning, but now it is directly reduced to the same level as Satania...

"Miss Qiyana, is there anything wrong with you looking at me like this?" Raphael put his hands together and looked at Qiyana with a smile as he watched the elated Satania run back to buy pineapple buns.

Qiyana said bluntly: "I think you are quite strange..."

"Are you talking about matching Satania's performance?" Raphael smiled, but his expression was full of pity and kindness, "It's just that it's a little unclear and weird in the eyes of others. For others and more People bring smiles, but the role of angels has nothing to do with other people's opinions."

Kiyana blinked her eyes, and unconsciously agreed with the other party's statement... Bringing smiles to more people, even if you look a bit like a clown, it doesn't matter, not a radiant blessing, this is the real angel?

Sure enough, that Gabriel is just a special case...

"Ah! My pineapple bun! It's your stinky dog ​​again! Where did you come from!"

Qiyana looked up, and saw Satania, who had just bought a pineapple bun in front of her, wailing in pain, watching a white shadow go away... Her pineapple bun was snatched by that dog again.

"Oh, what a pity." Raphael said softly with a smile on his face.

The corner of Qiyana's mouth twitched, and she looked back at the smile that seemed to be glowing on Rafael's face.

Why do you feel something is wrong?

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"The dragons are enemies, they must be killed and destroyed. For the sake of our race and future, the existence of dragons is not allowed."

On the side of the road, a white-haired old man was holding a knife steadily, slowly carving something on a piece of wood, and on the small rug in front of him were various wood carvings.

Master.

Feeling the passionate and fiery aura of the old man like a scorching sun, Yae Sakura lowered her eyes to look at these wood carvings, there are various characters with different expressions, and all kinds of beasts that seem to be real and alive, of course they are not lions and tigers Elephants are creatures with completely different shapes, full of magical elements, but natural and harmonious.

"Is there no possibility of reconciliation?" Fu Hua pushed his glasses and asked.

"...You are very strange, not only the strangeness of the breath of power, the strangeness of the breath of blood, even your views are equally strange, we can be sad because of the clansmen lost in the war, we can be tired of the war, we can hate the war, and we can even take this This kind of hatred can be transferred to other clansmen, but we are the only ones who cannot have any good feelings or even peaceful concepts towards the dragon clan.” The old man held the knife, the light of the knife moved slightly, and countless sawdust fell from the wood, but in just a few days In seconds, a wood carving is ready.

This is a woodcarving of an ordinary man, with a peaceful expression and a smile on his face, which is different from other vivid and passionate woodcarvings.

The old man blew away the remaining sawdust, with a peaceful look on his old face: "This is my grandson, who died in a battle at Yasumor Fortress 20 years ago, not just him, my nephew, my nephew, my grandson Father, my grandfather... Midgard, the glory of the Kungu family is forged with blood and hatred."

"Although I am old, I can still carry a sword." The old man put the wood carving on the booth, looking at Yae Sakura and Fu Hua with his seemingly cloudy eyes, "Angels and demons are very good, let the dragons and hundreds of clans here The members are separated to avoid insignificant disputes, but who are you? Followed the clues from other little guys to find me here."

It will not be angels and demons, because the auras of their respective races have considerable characteristics, and it will not be dragons, because he will not mistake the enemy. According to the aura, it should be a relatively special human race, but the human race will not consider it. reconciliation.

Fu Hua was silent for a moment: "...people who act for peace."

As for the old man in front of me... Both the Hundred Clans and the Dragon Clan have thrown refugees to the earth, so it is natural to send some members with enough weight to protect them, lest the failure of the war lead to the eradication of the race. Dragon-like dragons, and on the side of the Hundred Clans, the most important one is the old man in front of him. It is not difficult to find it, just follow the vine, but the difficulty is to change the other party's mind...

"Killing all the dragons is the time when peace comes and the day when soldiers return home." The old man unhurriedly took out a piece of wood to carve again, "Sure enough, when the number increases, there will always be a few outliers with brain problems. , The Equality Sect is a bunch of whimsical fakes that forget the glory of the race, and you are counted, you are human, but you say such things as reconciliation with the dragon clan, if this is not the earth, I have already drawn my sword."

"It seems that we can't be persuaded, but don't treat us as your clan." Fu Hua said calmly, "The reason why I found you is just to ask a question."

"Then ask." The old man slowly carved the wood, just like a normal old craftsman.

"Does it mean that you have given up the final war that is about to begin?"

"I will go back... Those dragons will go back too, we will all go back there, life and death will be divided, the winner will have the world and peace, the wandering people here can return to the embrace of the kingdom, the loser will lose Everything, the remaining fire can never grow into a towering flame here, unless the rules of angels and demons can be broken, but this is impossible." The old man replied calmly, carving out a tail on the wood bit by bit.

"Then the last question..." Fu Hua frowned slightly, "During this time, have you been different from before?"

"?" The old man raised his cloudy eyes, "Are you trying to confuse me, or are you trying to express something?"

"A few days ago, I found a human girl who came over. She talked with me. What impressed me the most was that one of her three sentences was related to the dragon. As for bloodthirsty, etc., this should be the view of the hundred clans' internal education and the influence of the general atmosphere. She has no direct hatred with the dragon clan, but the hatred of the country and race has affected her concepts."

The old man's expression didn't change at all: "Did you learn some inexplicable knowledge from the humans here that is completely out of touch with our world? Otherwise, you wouldn't have such absurd and ridiculous ideas."

Under the overall atmosphere of the society, even if hundreds of clans did not specially do this kind of ideological education, the hatred passed down from generation to generation, and the rendering of the overall atmosphere, even eight or nine-year-old children know that dragons are bad guys. The concept, combined with the never-ending intermittent struggle between the Hundred Clans and the Dragon Clan, naturally evolved into racial hatred.

Only time allows races to change from generation to generation, otherwise this kind of hatred cannot be erased, and the premise is that the two sides maintain peace, even if they don't greet each other with smiles, at least they can't face each other with swords. From this objective point of view, both Yae Sakura and Fu Hua understand This principle, but this objective principle has no reason for the Hundred Clans and the Dragon Clan to abide by it subjectively.

Wouldn't it be beautiful to face the opposite of dry death?

Fu Hua will not repeat here how beautiful peace is, and there is a future together. If you don’t listen, you won’t listen. ...

"The second time we met, that girl talked more about her relatives and worried about her parents." Fu Hua said simply and clearly, "Maybe you didn't notice it because you were too close, but it's different from having carried out hatred into You who are used to it, and other people who are still young, have changes in the weakening of hatred."