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22. The Invisible Wall (4)

ps: Quiz Little Theater

Li Lin: It’s finally time for the two of them to be in the same room again, woohoo hoo!!

Roland: Help! There is a gentleman here! He is a great gentleman!

Nidhogg: You two are not allowed to flirt in here!!

Li Lin: There was only one winner yesterday, [rpg16], congratulations! [

Nidhogg: Today’s question: 1. The Alfheim police are keen to check water meters and deliver express delivery, and by the way, invite someone from somewhere to come to your door to drink instant black tea and eat pork chop rice - where is the joke? 2. The opposite.

The fascist defense wall and the giant wall that is 50 meters high and 8 meters thick - what is its prototype? Who is the [extremely smart] leader who came up with the anti-fascist defense wall? Everyone, please take action quickly!

In a certain era, a certain superpower, due to economic, political, and ideological reasons, was proposed by a certain [extremely smart] leader to build a barbed wire fence, high-power searchlights, power grids, and landmines in the capital of the occupied country.

[Anti-fascist defense wall (ntfshstsher.shutll)] composed of trip-fire lighting, electronic sirens, automatic shooting devices and other modern equipment, but the final result is the country that came up with the idea of ​​building a wall and the satellite country that implemented it

Together for eternity.

In this world, there is no need for such troublesome ancillary facilities to isolate the citizens of a country. You only need to isolate one person. Building the wall high enough and thick enough can meet the demand. Whether it is dangerous species in reality or cannibalism in imagination

Neither the Giant nor the members of the Attack Children's League could cross this 50-meter-high and 8-meter-thick wall. Roland was naturally safe behind the wall.

only--

How is this different from raising domestic animals in captivity?

"It is common for children to dislike each other. Who dares to say that he has not committed a crime as a child? He has not done anything that will make him blush when he thinks about it when he grows up? Because even if there is a small conflict, the power of the state will be used to intervene.

?I don’t see the meaning of this behavior. I just see an abuse of power, keeping Roland in captivity like a pet and enjoying the peace of domestic animals.”

"How can you say that...!!"

Brunhil was still struggling, but his hand was already hanging down.

Without conflict and running-in, without effort and understanding, without the courage to overcome indifference and distrust, children will always be children and will never grow up.

The Guardian's argument is just that strong and clear.

Archons never make mistakes - this knowledge and performance suppresses even the violent mother's love.

The ruby-like eyes were no longer entangled with Brynhildr. Instead, they focused on Roland.

"No matter what, you were the one who took action this time. You can tell yourself how you plan to resolve the consequences of a moment of anger."

A rare tone of voice, as if asking for opinions, came from the mouth of Li Lin, who was always arbitrary. All the participants subconsciously followed the words and looked at the letters of protest, letters of appeal, and white pieces of paper folded up to make it difficult for them to breathe.

thickness.

It cannot be ruled out that there are elements of following the trend and making noise. But it also represents a kind of public opinion. If it is not solved well, it will cause turmoil in the entire Alfheim.

Li Lin had already made a statement "Look at the good things you have done, what do you want to do?", allowing Roland to feel the consequences and pressure of his actions, and the elves could not say anything more.

Tyr sighed, and Brunhil raised his eyebrows. The rest of them looked at Roland, waiting to see how the boy would decide on something that would give even adults a headache.

Everyone will encounter the time of decision-making, and they will calculate, worry, worry, and feel depressed about it, but in the end, they cannot escape. They must face the life of their choice with dignity.

Leonardo Darhk chose to betray the will of the gods and his responsibility as the [Agent]. He stayed away from the dispute with [Singularity] Elise and lived in seclusion in Bode Village until the last moment. He chose this path of life.

The man takes his decisions seriously and never regrets them.[

Roland, who was born as the son of Li Nadu and was planned by Li Lin to be [another Li Nadu], must pass the test set by Li Lin and do the same thing as his father.

Whether crying or yelling, Roland must learn to judge, choose his own life, and take responsibility for his choices.

His red eyes narrowed slightly and he stared at the human boy who said nothing from the beginning to the end and stared at him in silence.

The guardian and the subject looked at each other, extremely calm, without any anger or resentment, and a strong childish voice announced the answer.

"I want to face them face to face..."

Unable to finish his words, the body that had been supporting him lost its last support and fell backwards with a terrible feeling of dizziness, heat, and stuffiness. Finally, he vaguely heard Brynhil's exclamation, and Roland lost consciousness.

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"...a brat who loves to show off his strength..."

When I regained consciousness again, I felt myself being enveloped in thick warmth, a cool moist feeling came over my forehead, and my mouth was replacing the laborious breathing through my nose.

"Always forcing myself, trying hard not to let others see my weak side."

Brynhil's voice, who is she talking about?

"He should be more like a child and should seek support from adults occasionally..."

His eyelids were heavy and he could not open them, but he could tell who was sighing. He was straightforward and loved to worry about their children, a bit like his older brother Thor.

What's up with being more like a child?

Don't, never be a child again. You can no longer bear the thought of being a powerless child who can't do anything but just watch from the sidelines.

"Being too strong is not necessarily a good thing. Sometimes it can backfire and hurt yourself, just like now."

Even so, so-called——

Roland retorted with stubborn inertial thinking. The cold Tier still disliked him. Fortunately, he was not discovered and had woken up. Otherwise Tier would be very annoyed and said to himself [Don't faint while talking to yourself]

It's like forcing someone to make things difficult. Roland knew that he was hated by him from the bottom of his heart, so he shouldn't give Tire another chance to lecture him.

Dizziness and an uncomfortable feeling like burning came over me in waves. Looking at the confrontation with Tyr, my trembling lips let out a moan like a newborn cat.

"Water...water..."

Feeling a strong burning pain in his throat, a very slender and smooth hand held the back of Roland's head and pressed the rim of the cup to Roland's lips.

Sweet nectar - a glass of extremely ordinary white water also has an indescribable taste for the hungry and thirsty Roland. He sips the cow drink like a donkey, and the unruly sound resounds through the dormitory, and even the water overflowing from the corner of his mouth flows down his neck.

I didn’t even notice it even if it was shed.[

"There should be a limit to being brave! Did you know?! If a cold is not treated in time, it can turn into fatal lung disease!!"

Sure enough, like a difficult sister-in-law, Tire made an angry rebuke. Finally, he considered Roland's illness and did not scold him further.

"You all can go out and I will take care of you from now on."

"Your Mightiness……"

"Don't worry, I still have some experience and confidence in medical skills."

There was no refutation in the calm tone, the pressure of rejection, the uniform sound of heels hitting, and the sound of staggered footsteps rushing out of the door. After the door lock made a "click" sound, the room became extremely quiet.

Only the mechanical operation of the clock and the sound of Roland's labored breathing were left.


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