The linen blanket that covered his body was already classified as "shabby", but Brunhil had been reluctant to throw it away. Cleaning, drying, and repairing--the intermittent repetition of these manual labors has accumulated until now.
The blanket no longer looks like it did at the first moment.
The dilapidated antiques that would be thrown away in ordinary human households have magical effects that are unknown to everyone.
As long as she covered herself with this blanket, Brunhil could always sleep peacefully, and no nightmares ever disturbed her sleep.
Why does it have such a miraculous effect?[
Someone who was confused asked Brynhil this in person, and the person involved gave the answer after a cryptic smile.
That answer made the questioner feel guilty and kept him silent for several days.
[The blanket smells like mother.]
When Brunhil and Freya's father was very young, he passed away from serious injuries in a battle with dangerous species while protecting the village. After learning the tragic news, their mother also suffered from overwork.
He passed away due to illness. The person who helped the two sisters grow up was their grandfather, the patriarch: Emil.
That year Brunhil was 6 years old and Freya was 1 year old.
No matter how shabby it is or how many patches it has been put on, as long as the blanket is covering your body, you can still vaguely feel your mother's body temperature. After the unique fragrance fills your nose, your nervous and tired body will relax, and the dream world that blocks all the pain of hunger and cold will be a good impression on you.
Brynhildr opens the door.
Now, the magical effect of the blanket seemed to be disabled, and the girl was entangled with anxiety and incredible excitement, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.
"Still can't fall asleep."
The eyelids that were barely closed finally opened. I tried to count, and also tried to stop all the thoughts in my head and enter a blank state, but it had no effect at all. I exhaled boring sentences into the air of the room, and leaned against the wall with a linen blanket.
He curled up with his arms around his bent calves, and his handsome face was buried in his knees. Only his toes, the straw for the bed, and the dark ground were left in his sight. After a moment of being lost in the scenery within his narrow sight, his lips realized
He opened his mouth, and a confused voice leaked out of the gap.
"Revolution...ah..."
The root of troubles and the cause of insomnia are this word.
A fundamental change in the form of animals and even the world, removing all obstacles and promoting a leap from old quality to new quality. This is the definition of revolution.
But theoretical things are just metaphysical talk after all. No matter how charming the words are, the reality is not that simple.
Putting your own life, the lives of all your people, and even the entire future of the [intelligent species] elves on the gambling table as a bargaining chip, a desperate gamble - it sounds indeed full of courage and freedom. But even if the chips are thrown, the enemy sees it
The ripples are at most insignificant.
A ragged beggar throws a gold coin to a noble to defend his dignity? The bloody impulse may win a few cheers, but don't expect more. There are many legends and stories about the weak challenging the strong and winning, and the content is also very interesting.
Inspiring. But we must not forget that the strong ravage the weak and make specimens of stupid challengers who offend the strong. This is the main theme of the world. The previous inspirational stories are generally only a minority.
The situation will not improve just because the target is the elves. On the contrary, the chances of losing even the most important [hope] will increase. In case of defeat, the once famous [hope] in the distant past will become better.
The intelligent elves] will completely disappear from the world stage.
It's like no elves have ever existed in this world, leaving no trace.
Generally, after thinking about this in depth, the thinker has already sighed and decided to give up [revolution] - this option sounds full of beautiful reverie, but the difficulties faced in its implementation are beyond imagination.
Brunhil didn't let his thinking stop, closed his mind, and lived a numb life. It was indeed easy to live a life without worrying about anything or thinking about anything. But this kind of neither death nor life was lingering on the edge of the cliff of destruction.
The [pleasure]...she really has no intention to enjoy it.[
You have to think and then find a way out.
We can no longer expect the rules of the current world, let alone hope that the guys who dominate the world will make changes. And the elves in such despair as in hell have nothing left for the greedy people to suck except the flesh and blood on their bodies. The gold mine
The discovery and development decision was originally made to improve the living conditions, but it was known to the human nobility and church. Those guys who are more ferocious and greedy than the hungry and dangerous species are not likely to stop just now - even if they just lost 500 cavalry.
A new battle is actually imminent, and a bloody conflict will break out at any time. It is possible that at the next moment, the shrill scream of the alarm arrow will pierce the dark night.
Although Wilt is big, the elves have no retreat. Behind them is Niflheim.
Apart from revolution, apart from taking up arms and fighting, is there any other option?
After all, there is nothing to lose except life, so what’s the big deal about risking your life to launch a revolution in the world?
Freed from the shackles of fear and uneasiness, the anxiety that tormented Brynhildr seemed to dissipate a little.
Not all dispersed, because there are still doubts.
That is - how to carry out revolution?
Experience in engaging in covert activities does not mean knowing how to launch a revolution. Elves who have never eaten pig trotters or seen pigs running are completely blind to the highly technical work of violent revolution, and it is difficult for them to do so.
Take up this burden.
The starting situation is so unfavorable that a little carelessness can save it.
What is he going to do?
Really...can we entrust the fate of our clan to those slender hands?
The confident smile that was not headstrong at that time and the palm that made an inviting gesture appeared in front of my eyes. The residual heat of the excitement that had not yet retreated expanded and became active again, and a burning feeling surged into the top of my head.
His words...maybe they can actually create a miracle?
Kill the pursuing monster, heal her poisonous wounds, annihilate 500 cavalry, dig wasteland, and make new pottery.
Fields that were considered "impossible" were repeatedly broken through by that boy's incredible power and wisdom.
Miracles - miracles created by strength rather than luck always flash around the black-haired boy.
"Siegfried...Li Lin?"
The gentle and elegant facial features, the courage that never loses confidence, the calm smile - these blended images seem to be much clearer, and the girl's anxiety finally calmed down. She lay back on the bed, wrapped tightly with a linen blanket and a touch of excitement.
Her long-lashed eyelids were closed, leaving a shy smile on her face.
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"The tea is not very good, please don't dislike it."[
A brand new blue-rimmed tea cup was filled with a light red translucent drink. With a generous "please use" gesture, the guests carefully took the drinkware.
It is not clear whether it is really inferior as stated, and the guests have not drunk this drink. In Niflheim, tea is an out-and-out luxury product.
A guest who was sitting upright with his back straight imitated the gesture of the tent owner and held the handle of the cup. He slowly brought the tea to his lips and sipped it in small sips. The first time he imitated the movements, he could not help but feel stiff due to discomfort.
Therefore, the amplitude should be slowed down and reduced as much as possible. If the movements and sounds are louder, it may become rude and cause unnecessary jokes.
"……so bitter."
The other person who poured an untried drink into his mouth had a grimace on his face, and his painful movements of smacking his tongue and gasping for air made the onlookers laugh. If the tent owner used his poisonous tongue, he might be punished.
It is described as the action of some animals sticking out their tongues to dissipate body heat in the hot summer.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that Mr. Thor was not good at this original flavor. Next time I have a chance, I'll make lemon tea to make amends. I don't have sugar or lemon on hand, so I can only hold off for now."
The cooled boiling water quickly filled the cup, and by the time he finished speaking the polite words, Thor had already poured a second cup of water into the empty cup. After finishing this, he returned to his seat, and Li Lin began to talk with great interest.
Looking at the visitors.
Thor calmed down after drinking a glass of cold water, his expression relaxed;
Tier, who had begun to imitate his own tea-drinking posture, had a calm look on his face. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking on his expressionless face. Only his tense shoulders showed signs of inner unrest.
Putting aside the straightforward Thor, Tyr did not come to this tent just to have a cup of tea or learn tea art.
There is no leisure and leisure, let alone environmental leeway. He would only come to visit him for extremely important and secret matters.
The traces were so obvious that Li Lin didn't have to guess too much to figure out what was going on.
Being open and honest is a concise and lively way to start a conversation. Most young people who don't like ambiguity prefer this kind of opening. It can be said to be the most effective way for young people to talk.
Putting results first is Li Lin's principle in doing things.
"The tea has been finished, how about we talk about something serious next? Well... by the way. How about we talk about [revolution]?"
As the joking words fell, Thor's hand reached towards his waist, and Tyr's eyes, which were sitting still, were flashing with unconcealed heat.
【young people】
The unspoken evaluation is a neutral word, and the perspective of the bystander is mixed with derogatory colors.
From a biological sense, Li Lin also belongs to the age group of "young people". There is a problem with his stance in his comments, and he should feel that there is a language problem.
There are no perceptual logical problems in the absolutely rational way of thinking, and the issue of age does not affect the specific observation point of not seeing oneself as a "human being" or even a "living creature".
Passionate young people who let their passion control their brains to drive body actions, conscientious young people who only see the dark side of society and the world, angry young people who commit suicide for their own grudges or some empty promise - these are all young people who have been targeted.
The perspective of young people in the blooming season dominated by emotions and the cold-blooded perspective of "plans" and "tasks" as the top priority are always incompatible, and devaluing each other is a normal reaction.
Tyr is an excellent writer who fits the description of some rumors. Searching the contact data since the encounter can be summarized as "experienced considerable situations and battles, calm-minded, clear and quick thinking", with the addition of "limited by closed environment, sight line"
Bad comments about not being open-minded enough and having insufficient experience in contacting people.
No matter how good he is, Tyr is always a young elf with shortcomings. Li Lin can easily grasp those unspoken thoughts.
Ideals, ambitions, longings, drive, and passion.
These are all ideas that can be exploited.
The conclusions drawn based on the case analysis in the database are not malicious ridicule. [Utilization] has no clear definition and is not necessarily one-way.
Just like the invitation to Brunhil at that time.
The hand that gives miracles and opportunities is not only an invitation to the individual named [Brynhilde], but also to Tyr who was hiding in the dark at that time, watching the wheat sprouting in the terraces and the exquisite porcelain coming out of the kiln.
The other elves who were astonished expressed this to the Emir patriarch who had been watching calmly and coldly, and to all the elves in this village.
A sweet temptation as irresistible as the nectar secreted by lepidopteran larvae and ant colonies.
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ps: I will continue to provide mv service to readers, and the contract has been purchased, and it will officially enter the signing state next week. Finally... the cold became more and more severe, and the phlegm I coughed up was red... I have to go to the doctor tomorrow, this is the only update today
There's more, I'll talk about the rest when I get back from the hospital tomorrow.