Take Taobao with you to another world

Takla flipped through the documents she brought for a while, and the two of them didn't speak for a while. After reading it, Takla looked up at her.

Takla asked, "What do you want to say?"

"There will be a group of werewolves driven back," Wells said.

"Should they herd cattle or sheep?"

"No," Wells said, "whatever they like."

Takla raised his sharp eyebrows, "Is this a punishment?"

"If you ask them, it must be," Weiers said. "After all, they consider themselves masters—what master would have their wealth confiscated and driven off their land?"

Takla was simply amused, "'their' wealth, 'their' land?"

Wells smiled at him.

She pulled a chair closer, sat down, and leaned back on the back of the chair. If you didn't look at the fully mature figure, her movements were exactly the same as Takla's current sitting posture.

She said: "Following the will of the magician, every once in a while, we collect records from the administration and sort out the forms that reflect what people like and want. Of course, the most important thing is to let our people listen , to see ... from meetings and discussions that seemed superfluous. Ultimately, we have a map of the minds of most people in the land we can control during this time."

"In order to complete this work, we used a lot of manpower, and even called some children who are still in class." Wells said thoughtfully, "When the final report was handed in, the magician didn't seem surprised."

Takla laughed.

What surprises him, he thought.

"That report will be sent out soon, and everyone in our position will get it," Weiers said. "The part about Sachel will be rearranged so that they can see it too."

Takla's slender fingers intersected and her chin rested on them.

Wells looked at him again, and after a while, she asked, "What do you think?"

"Me?" Takla felt that this conversation seemed familiar.

“The problems between us and them, our own problems,” Wells said, “and the problems of those who will soon come flooding in.”

Takla laughed again, "None of these will be a problem."

She looked at him, then tilted her head, "I don't quite understand...you should have read quite a few reports."

When Wells was given her present position, so much work had already been done before her that she would not have to start from scratch—that must have been a disaster.But she still spent a lot of time studying, and she is still imitating the template left by the other party, and she knows very well that in many places, she still cannot follow those two people, the one who decided to build this department, and the one who laid the foundation people.

"I've looked at it," Takla said. "I don't think it's going to be a problem."

Wells looked at him in bewilderment.

They only recruited less than ten students, all of whom performed very well in class and were even praised by the technicians. They also had some experience in participating in statistical work. In terms of enthusiasm and concentration, those children were no better than those of their groups. less staff.So when seeing the results of sorting, even if only part of it, the students were more surprised and disbelieving than adults like them.

Under the superficial calm, safety and satisfaction, there is such an undercurrent surging. The brawl just happened is just an inevitable manifestation of one of the many contradictions.Those children were more surprised by the complexity and unpredictability of the human heart they saw for the first time, but for people like Weiers, the innocence cultivated in such a short two or three years in a safe living environment and a good life is simply not worth mentioning. , these data, the various topics that the magician asked her and others to observe and count during this period, seem to be validating the worries she had had since the magician started implementing those plans.And these worries can almost be summed up by a proverb of the bereaved family, "If you are not our people, it is impossible to have the same heart as us."

It was hard for her to believe that Takla, who had followed the magician until now and was entrusted with important tasks, would be as innocent as those children.

He obviously didn't have that kind of face.

Takla still had that lazy, somewhat nonchalant tone, "As long as he's alive," he said, "Whoever has power and wealth is right."

Wells frowned, she knew that this sentence was correct, but she didn't like this kind of statement, and maybe the magician didn't like it either... The magician really has unparalleled power and wealth, and is always right ——Although the way he achieves his goal is always direct, magnanimous and quick, and there is a slight deviation from that calm and soft appearance, she may not see someone more noble than him, because he and the other part of this world" There is an essential distinction between "power and wealth", "right", "noble" people.

It's this distinction that makes many of his decisions confusing and even resistant at first.

This kind of resistance is not because they don't trust him and are unwilling to obey him, but because...they are all mortals.They must confront their own shortsightedness, ignorance and selfishness.

"In that case," she asked, "why does the magician reject us?" She looked at Takla, "why doesn't he want to lead us and rule us?"

"Hasn't he been doing it all the time?" Takla asked suspiciously, his expression really couldn't see a bit of irony, "If he doesn't lead, manage and protect, what are our current achievements?"

Wells shook her head, "You don't understand what I mean—"

"I know what you want." Takla said, his tone was very light, even gentle, "You want a ruler who is responsible for everything, and you want a living god."

Wells fell silent suddenly.

"'God' - if there is such a thing, it will not hold a finger of yours." Takla said, "but you know how he came to us. Everyone hopes that he will always be here, But his coming is a miracle... not an obligation, I don't think it is his obligation. He has a responsibility, I think 'responsibility' and 'obligation' are completely different words." Takla also tilted his head, "I don't understand him many times, but I don't understand you even more."

"...I don't actually believe in gods. Except for those who use this to satisfy their hearts, they really have no beneficial impact on this world. All I see is power. Sometimes the so-called gods are used as an excuse, but the essence It’s all power. But,” Weiers said with some difficulty, “but, if he pulls himself out of us, I’m afraid many people will become like those werewolves: they only want to get what they want, give a little, They demand all rights. They have nothing to fear but brutal violence. No religion can change that spirit."

"Except for him?" Takla, "Can he do it?"

Wells hesitated very much, "I don't know..." she whispered, "I don't know."

There was silence in the room, Takla narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, but Weiers seemed to be in a daze.She has never doubted, at least she is very sure of her feelings for that lord, she is grateful to him, admires him, almost believes in him, but she also retains, and the magician also hopes that she retains this spirit of doubt.The only thing she hadn't thought about, or even imagined, was that if that person was gone, if he was tired, or if he just thought that what he had to do was done... It was a very scary future.She couldn't even imagine him dying.

Never can.

Looking at Takla, she suddenly felt angry.

Takla looked at her with those slender eyes, and the two of them stared at each other for a while, then Takla spread his hands.

"Actually, you can't live without him," he said. "You always say 'as he will'—do you really know what he wants?"

That night, after the big class that the orc teenagers and humans had attended together, the instructors informed the children of one thing.

Tomorrow morning, they will be sent to Sacher's original place to help the working group there settle the large number of orcs who came here.The time may be five days, if it is longer, it may be seven days, and then they will come back here, but they don't need to be crowded in the barracks for classes. After all, in addition to the new auditorium, there are new classrooms that can also be used.

"I'm talking about you," the instructor looked at them condescendingly, "yes, I'm talking about you guys with furry ears. Before you fall asleep tonight, you'd better think about it. During this time, you have been taught How many of those things are left. Then you'll see how useful they really are."

The instructor announced that the get out of class was over, and the young students left through the gates on both sides, the orcs went on one side, and the humans went on the other side.

No matter where, as long as the number is sufficient, people will always be divided into different groups. This is a biological and social instinct.Because of the natural antagonistic relationship with humans, the orc teenagers who have been forced to accept the current life are much more united than they were in the past. If you ask the oldest and wisest part of them, they will probably admit that they don't have any weapons now. , nor allow snatching and fighting they are more likely to be a good fighter than in the past.

Even though humans are clearly not happy to see them thinking about it.

An orc boy kicked a small stone on the side of the road. The sound of the stone flying into the grass attracted the attention of several people. He paused, bowed his head and returned to the team.No one is watching them on the road, but there are also trainers guarding the door of their residence. They always count very accurately. Before, the strong iron lock would have fallen.There are patrols every night, and if anyone is caught, or one or two are missing when counting the next day, everyone will be severely punished for it.

Not being able to eat breakfast, and having to run along the rammed earth until the sun rises, is not a terrible punishment compared to the past, after all, they still have lunch and dinner, but the orc teenagers still cursed the miserliness and stinginess of humans. Intolerant, while using their own little tricks to deal with those harmful bastards.They gradually take the initiative to become what humans want them to be.

Regarding the sudden announcement tonight, the orc teenagers whispered on the road. After returning to the dormitory, they didn't have much time to talk, and the lights were only on for a while.Amidst the buzzing around, one of the orc teenagers in this small group said sullenly, "What are they trying to do?"

"What else can we do?" A teenager said in a hoarse voice, "Let's work."

"Like a slave?" asked another.

They looked at each other's faces, "No way." Three people said so.

"I wouldn't treat my slaves like this," said one of the boys. "Let them eat so much and work so little."

"So we are really apprentices of humans...?" the boy who kicked the stone asked in a low voice.

"So what?" said the young man who started talking, "They are human beings, they will definitely not teach us anything good, and they may kill us in the future."

"But we eat so many good things, live well, and have everything," said the boy who kicked the stone. "No one beats us yet."

"But they are human, and they have captured us," said another.

"There are werewolves here." A young orc said, "Werewolves are the masters here."

"Do they look like it?" asked the rock-kicking boy. "At least here?"

No one spoke, of course they have all seen the werewolves here, with huge ferocious wolves, tall and intimidating, but the teenagers have learned to distinguish the status of the people here from the clothes, those who look very powerful The status of orc knights is actually lower than that of humans... When they meet, it is also the werewolves who greet first.Everything says something about the status of human beings.

While the few of them were silent, the voices of their surrounding companions came into their ears clearly. No one knew what they were going to do at that time. They only knew that there would be a lot of foreign orcs coming here, comparable in number to an army. But they're not here to die, they're here to learn - and it sounds like they are.Most of the teenagers are very excited, which is obviously different from these few, probably because none of them have been beaten or lost by a human being or a woman of the same age.Change is always to be expected for young people, no matter what race they are in, although the human beings offer them a better life now than they have ever had in the past.

"The trainer will also go." The orc boy who spoke at the beginning said in a low voice, very reluctantly, "I hope it won't be that woman who doesn't look like a woman anymore, and she won't come to tell us what to do."

When they assembled the next morning, the trainer brought several people to them.

"You know almost nothing," said the instructor, "at least they know whom to go to."

He pointed to another person.

"The most believable is her."

A girl with long blond hair took a step forward and nodded shyly and nervously at them.She only reached the chests of most orc teenagers.