He said it like a Northernist.

The old lady of the Dolanshell family looked at the young man in front of her and sighed in her heart. It was not that she and her husband had never seen the beauty of Northernism, nor had they ever sympathized with them. It was a pity that they were so weak.

The money in this world does not require their existence, and capital will instinctively reject these people who live with dreams.

At that time, she and her husband, as well as many of her peers, felt that northernism had failed. They did not have enough to eat and lack of warmth, whether in the northern border of the Western Continent, the four eastern islands, or elsewhere.

Everywhere, Northernism seems to be facing failure.

So she and her husband finally chose to serve those who would win in the end. Living is better than dying.

But she didn't expect that among the five children she brought up, except for the eldest, who lost his wife and child in his early years, the remaining children either secretly fell into the arms of the Military Intelligence Agency, or left for southern Thailand and joined the High Tower.

Just because the family's path is not their path, the light on that path is not their light.

They do not feel that Northernism has failed. The previous situation was just a cycle of tides and ebbs. The moon waxed and waned, and so did ideals and reality.

Thinking of this, the old lady felt sad, because she knew that this era has changed, and the younger generation has been exposed to too many ideological collisions. In their view, if belief in gods can enter the Kingdom of God after death, then why not do it while alive?

Build one with your own hands to gain glory.

What's more, gods are not very popular in this era. After all, everyone knows that the so-called gods are just the lucky ones who have obtained the priesthood, and they will eventually be transformed into puppets by the priesthood.

Thinking of this, the old lady looked at the little Mr. Gaota in front of her. She didn't hate him, because as her own children, they could not escape death - those who resisted the agents of the Military Intelligence Agency would not have a good end.

She even wanted to thank him for not killing her grandchildren: "Little sir, are you so sure? Maybe you won't change, but there will always be people who will. History tells everyone that there is no eternity in a civilized country.

, there are not even gods, so how can you guarantee that the person who inherits your will will always be a perfect person."

"No need to guarantee, madam, we just did what we should do. Some sages said that the success does not have to be mine, I can also borrow it shamelessly. Maybe the world will eventually abandon us, but 'we have been here' these four

The meaning of words is far greater than 'our existence'."

The young man said this and stood up with a smile: "Madam, we just want there to be no hunger in this land, so that everyone can live like one person and have their own pursuits, every worker can have food, and every worker can

Innocent people can go out at night without worrying about the presence of gangsters."

"... You can't do it. This is so great, so great that even the gods can't do it." The old lady looked at the little fox when she said this: "Child, can you tell me, if one day

, everyone on the four islands is as close as one family, you and your friends can be brothers, even the farmer's children can pursue you openly, are you willing?"

Suzuran was silent for a while, and then asked cautiously: "I don't know, but if this is the case, there will be no assassins who want to kill my father. If that is the case, I am willing."

The old lady felt like she was a young person of her grandson's generation again, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Yes, if there really is such a day...that's fine." She smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of her husband.

Have you seen that our generation has failed, but doctrine seems to never fail. Now there are people who have come before us, they are full of confidence, and they are far stronger than us.

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Mars looked at the old lady in front of him. She seemed to be recalling what Suzuland had said. For Mars, Suzuland's willingness made him feel the kindness of this child from the heart.

The old lady quickly expressed that she was tired and wanted to rest. This was no problem. Mars naturally asked an agent to take the old man to her room to rest. In order to prevent this old man from being bombed into the sky again, Mars could only

Come up with this strategy.

After the old man left, Linglan turned to look at Mars: "Sir, will there really be a future like that? A future where everyone is as close as a family, without jealousy, resentment, or hatred..." "Such a future requires us to

Work hard." Mars doesn't want to let Suzuran know everything now. She is still young and some things will have to come later.

Suzuran looked very happy after hearing the words, but Mars himself understood that such a world...cannot exist until all the blood is shed.

People are different, and Mars has always sought common ground while reserving differences, but as Mars knew, some people can be friends, some people can be fought over, and some people...can only be enemies.

Such people may be able to win over by giving away more benefits, but the teacher said that if you give too much favor, fighting for it will change the taste. And such people can be friends today and enemies tomorrow, because they are not sincerely convinced.

For this theory, I am just tempted by the benefits.

He said that throughout the ages, such people are not worthy of being friends.

So Mars didn't want to tell Suzuland the truth. She was still young and there was no need to know why adults sometimes didn't mind getting blood on their hands.

When she grows up, Mars will teach her like a mentor. Mars will not stop her from becoming whoever she wants to be.

But Mars still hopes that his little apprentice can become his friend, because Mars does not want to kill his apprentice one day in order to defend his ideals.

"Sir, your expression looks so heavy. Did Suzuran ask the wrong question?" The little fox reached out and grabbed Mars' tail.

Mars smiled and shook his head: "No, Linglan did very well today. By the way, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

"Zhajiang noodles." Suzuran stretched out her hand and grabbed Mars' hand: "I think your husband has been in a bad mood lately, please don't be anxious, okay."

"Okay." Mars replied with a smile.

Yes, why are you in a hurry? With this thought, Mars turned over his hand and scratched Suzuli's chin: "When your sisters come back, we will go and eat."

The little fox narrowed his eyes and hummed while enjoying the happiness.

Mars somewhat understood why his mentor liked to be a mentor to children.

Because cultivating them will give you a sense of accomplishment.

(End of chapter)


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