Chapter 430 The Meaning of Existence

"It's still a little bit worse, where is the difference?"

Tu Fu, who wrote the last sentence in the logbook, subconsciously bit the tip of his pen, worried about the problem at hand.

Relying on the "fairy tales" brought by the colored people in the continent, the third vest "Aesop Andersen", tens of millions of anchor points are firmly placed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and Tu Fu is on the verge of collapse My nerves improved.

After entering the state of meditation, this kind of power can be transformed into endless "spirituality",

Help the extraordinary to increase the upper limit of their abilities.

He tried to shield the moon for a long time, always limited by timeliness, and dreamed of condensing a new "heart".

Tried several times, always failed at the last minute.

After becoming the ghost captain, he can no longer feel the joys and sorrows of this world, nor can he feel his own existence.

The things I did in the Southern Continent were just inputting commands like marionettes,

Follow instructions.

Everything is ice cold.

"Snapped!"

After closing the diary that recorded his dark history, Tu Fu did not continue to dwell on this matter.

In two days, the kingdom's fleet will come to welcome him back to the country. It wants to try a few more times at this last moment to restore its perception of the outside world.

Otherwise, just go back like this, always feel a little regretful.

"Fortunately, Mr. Orwell found someone to replace me in the library job, which saves me a lot of trouble, otherwise I would have to imagine a new version of me."

Tu Fu muttered to himself, "But I still have to go to Tabor Royal Academy. Today seems to be the academy's prom. I promised Miss Cheryl before, so I can't let her down!"

He feels more like an older brother to Cheryl, watching her grow up in the past few years, strange fate always meets like quantum entanglement.

Since Whiskey Hill and the return to the kingdom were settled, Tu Fu finally had little time to wander around the streets of Tabor.

After going out, I used a taboo face-changing mask to transform into a middle-aged yellow-skinned image.

After all, the popularity of his three vests is ridiculously high,

You can only show people with this image.

Passing through the noisy downtown, the hawkers’ cries overwhelm the waves one after another, which is very Ishii-like. Even as the capital of the kingdom, the pace of life in Tabor is still very slow.

There are not too many high-rise buildings, and there are no bustling crowds.

There are no signs of commercial pollution in the scenic spots inside and outside the city. Just walking around on the road at will, you can feel the long-lost years of tranquility.

Pretending to buy some street food, walking into shops to find some trinkets and haggling, is one of the few pleasures he enjoys when he comes out to hang out.

"Hey, sir, are you a native of Santa, or a gentleman from the Northern Continent."

At this time, I only heard a rough male voice next to my ear. Although the voice was loud, the tone of the man was quite polite.

He is also of yellow-skinned race, holding a stack of printing paper in his hand.

Tu Fu rolled his eyes, and lied naturally in the dialect he learned locally: "I grew up in Tabor since I was a child."

As soon as the man changed his previous accent, it became a voice with a thick native language,

"Brother, this is great, can I spare you a few minutes, I would like to promote to you an organization called 'Masonry', which is after the great Mr. Aesop Andersen explored the Incasian civilization, An organization founded voluntarily by the Santa Aboriginal people.

All brothers and sisters who join the association are a family. "

"Oh, I'm a little interested, why don't you tell me."

Tu Fu raised his brows, he himself didn't even know that there was such a thing.

"'Freemasonry' is not an organization with strict strata, but more about the unfair treatment of people of color in society. We are also a nation with a great past and should not be oppressed and discriminated against by other races.

Only when all people of color should unite, those big men dare not underestimate us..."

The propaganda ambassador's answer was straightforward enough, and in a few sentences, he explained the teachings of this grassroots organization that had recently sprung up in the Southern Continent.

An organization that speaks out purely in response to society's unfair treatment of people of color.

The man holding the poster said seriously: "We require the same working hours and the same salary as white people.

We want even people of color to be able to ride public transportation without being judged.

What we hope most about ourselves is our own children, who can grow up happily and healthily in this land that should belong to us, just like white children.

At least, it shouldn't be like this now. "

"Sir, what you said is absolutely fine."

After hearing this, Tu Fu nodded earnestly: "In my opinion, it is not too much to ask for one's due rights, and I fully support it."

"Of course, we never ask too much, but the gentlemen above always find various reasons to perfuse us. They can't see or hear anything. If this is the case, I think deaf-mute people are the worst. Suitable for those who sit in high government positions.

We can only be united and twisted together so that we will not be ignored by them. "

"This should have been done long ago, why not do it before."

"For a long time, even many people in the Southern Continent hated their own land. In the past, many people thought that this barren soil could not bring us anything.

But just over a month ago, that all changed. "

The propaganda envoy of the "Masonic Society" looked at a certain direction in the sky and complimented from the bottom of his heart:

"This is also thanks to Mr. Aesop Andersen. His appearance is our "Masonic" spiritual guide. The remains of the Incasso civilization he excavated let us know how great our soil is.

As a white man, he is willing to speak out for people of color and defend our rights for us. We are more willing to believe in that gentleman than the seven gods that everyone in the Northland believes in! "

It took a long time for the other party to preach the teachings, and Tu Fu also stood there for a long time to recollect what he had just said.

Regardless of whether it was intentional or unintentional, at least I did a good thing.

It was getting dark.

Near the Tabur Royal Academy, sparse students leave from the school gate. There are many big plays at the gate of the college at this time every year, and Tabur is the same.

The couple who were reluctant to say goodbye to their friends and classmates, and secretly fell in love held each other's hands. A farce coming out of the teaching building aroused Tu Fu's interest.

"Smart boy, with your grades, you will be able to go to Göttinghagen soon. That's your dream, right?"

"I hope you can find a white girl, even if she is ugly and fat, no matter how old you are, you will marry her, right, just because she is a white girl, hahaha."

"You poor bastards of other colors are always delusional."

A few fair-skinned students were entangled with a yellow-skinned boy, and they sarcastically mocked the boy.

"It's a familiar feeling, as if I've seen it before." Tu Fu looked from a distance, and after thinking for a moment, he recognized the identity of the other party.

The yellow boy who was surrounded by several people and laughed at him was the famous gifted student in the academy who could take as many exams as he could get.

As a student representative at the mobilization meeting, his export was amazing.

At this moment, the child bowed his head and said nothing, and walked forward without explaining or stopping, but the more the students behind him became more resolute and began to move, the more unscrupulous they were.

Tu Fu's palm lightly brushed across his face, and in a blink of an eye he became a serious middle-aged man of about fifty years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

His face directly turned into his boss, Mr. "George Orwell", the manager of the logistics department.

With this identity in mind, Tu Fu walked towards those naughty students.

I saw his face was cold, and a sense of majesty rose, and he shouted at the few people in a low tone: "What are you doing here! Why don't you go home quickly."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Orwell."

"Let's go now."

Although these bullying children are white-skinned, when they see the person in charge of the academy, even if he is just a small logistics minister, he is always suppressed by blood.

After three or two sentences, one or two immediately corrected their attitude, and promised again and again that they would not do the same thing again.

Then, he ran away without stopping.

"Thank... thank you..."

A faint voice came, it was the gifted student who didn't say a word just now.

Tu Fu looked down at the yellow-skinned boy who publicly declared "to marry a white girl", he just said lightly:

"Don't pay attention to what these brats say, and don't think about revenge on them, it's really meaningless."

"Mr. Orwell, so you still remember me."

"I want the offspring to be 'smart boys' of Caucasians. Although I don't agree with your ideas, I can't blame you from a moral standpoint."

"That was my previous idea...now...not now..."

"Oh?"

"We also had a great civilization, and our ancestors were great. Even if we can't replicate their greatness, we shouldn't be ashamed of them..."

Tu Fu listened quietly to the child as if he was a different person, speaking mature words that did not match his age. He seemed to have suddenly discovered the meaning of his coming to the Southern Continent.

He can't help everyone in this world who goes astray,

But at least those who pass by him,

Feel a little warmth.