Chapter 440 The Wicker Man

Except for power, except for stigmata, except for soul.

There is indeed a certain difference between sublimated people and ordinary people.

Perhaps they were different from ordinary people before embracing the miracles from hell, being given important responsibilities, or simply doing whatever they wanted.

According to the statistics and analysis of the Astronomical Society, those who have firm beliefs, goals and persistence in their hearts are relatively more likely to succeed from the crises and trials brought about by sublimation.

In fact, there is also some survivor bias in this. After all, when facing the painful climb out of the Silver Sea, firm willpower can often make people persist longer.

And there is no doubt that sublimation will change people.

After personally experiencing the kind of rebirth that is unlimitedly close to death, the sublime will more or less have some understanding.

After they no longer have to worry about survival, they will have more time to examine themselves, everything they face, and then start to think about life.

This has led to the existence of a large number of idealists among the sublimators. The difference lies only in the amount of idealism and the degree of persistence in the idea.

Some people may be too lazy to take action, while others are often hopelessly persistent.

The sublimation of nature brings not only power, but also new possibilities and choices for the sublimator.

Now that you have the strength and the right to indulge, you can freely try a new life.

After all, the world is so big that it can accommodate many heroes, scum, bystanders and more careerists.

——So, who do you want to be?

Huai Shi was thinking about this question blankly, but found that he could not find an answer that could convince him.

The only thing he could say confidently was the words 'I don't know'.

He once had a dream - to live hard, play the piano well, rely on his own efforts to enter Vienna openly, marry a woman who loves him, and then renovate the old house at home.

Even if you don't make much money and you can't achieve much in life, you should live a new life with your head held high.

But now, this goal that is expected to take a lifetime to achieve seems to suddenly become close at hand.

Nowadays, he has no worries about life and has even become a disaster musician. The stone marrow hall has been repaired extremely well, and even the family members he once lost have returned to him.

Not only did he enter the card pool while he was still alive, but he was also not turned into a woman.

Abyss Kitchen Devil, Disaster Musician, Legendary Investigator, Prince of Paradise, Green Sun Nemesis, Anointed One...a lot of titles, some and some not, were all worn on the body at once, making them look majestic and dazzling. .

It's like he has become some great person.

But only when he occasionally looks for a mirror, can he see his own face in it, with vague traces of his past still remaining.

But it is completely different from the past.

Even though his love for art has not diminished by more than half, he can no longer return to a life where he can feel satisfied just playing the piano.

After realizing this, he became more and more confused.

Don't know where to go.

who is he?

He is Huaishi, the new sea inspector of the Astronomical Society, the second and fifth son who carries the Book of Destiny, the grandson of the eagle catcher of the command, the Paradise Ai Doulu who is about to expire, the Dragon of the End, Bahamut, and the son of Osiris. Temporary pilot, guardian of heaven, heir of utopia...

When many titles are placed on his head, the part that originally belonged to him gradually becomes thinner.

Can't see it anymore...

Huai Shi fell into thinking.

"Excuse me, Mr. Huaishi."

Tilar looked at Huai Shi, as if curious: "May I ask your age..."

"Seventeen years old." Huai Shi replied.

Tilar was stunned.

stunned.

Although I knew that the person in front of me was a confused young man, I didn't expect that he was so young.

The effect brought about by yesterday's phantom can make Huaishi look more mature and reliable than she actually is, constantly maintaining a stable and energetic state, and not being easily affected by the surrounding environment.

But he really didn't expect that Huai Shi was so young.

"This...this is...really..."

He was stunned for a long time, then shrugged with a wry smile, "To be honest, this was completely beyond my expectation. However, now I feel that those issues are nothing to worry about."

"Huh?" Huaishi was puzzled.

"After all, you are only seventeen, aren't you?" Tilar laughed. "You still have a lot of time to think about it. The world still has room for tolerance for you."

Apart from being surprised and amazed, the eyes that looked at Huai Shi no longer concealed their envy.

It's great to be young.

Youth is your greatest asset.

He still has the opportunity to make mistakes, and there is still room for naivety. There is also more time for him to think and correct, allowing him to make choices calmly...

so good.

"What I just said is just general talk. You still have more time to find more answers and see more places in the world."

Tiral thought for a while and said seriously: "However, I can be of a small help here."

As he spoke, he pointed to the shovel hanging next to Huai Shi's backpack.

"If my feeling is correct, you should be a plant-based stigmata, right?" Tilar said, "If you want to earn some correction points along the way, I have a good job here that you can introduce."

"Um?"

Huai Shi raised his head curiously, only to see Tiral stand up, pick up his purse, and invite again: "It's dinner time, do you mind coming together? I can call another friend... He has a bit of a bad temper, I hope you can Don’t be offended.”

Being idle is also idle.

Besides, Huai Shi also wanted to know what kind of job Tilar was talking about.

Tiral drove, and they went all the way out of the city, and soon reached the wilderness of the mountains. Contrary to Tilar's expectation, Huai Shi was not uneasy, which made many of the explanations he had prepared in advance useless.

Huai Shi didn't think Tiral had any bad intentions.

After all, the two people's fighting prowess was really not at the same level. Moreover, he didn't feel that Tiral had any ill intentions towards him.

I was just curious about where he was taking me.

They had already climbed the mountain road and passed directly into the deep mountains and old forests.

After a while, I saw a faint light in front of me, and the smell of logs came from the car window. Many large trucks were parked here, and it was quite busy under the lights in the distance.

This is a lumberyard.

There is also a Forestry Association sign hanging at the door.

Tiral has obviously been here many times and is familiar with the roads. Many workers greeted him, and he responded enthusiastically to them all.

He directly ordered two dinners from the cafeteria, then opened an office door unceremoniously. Regardless of whether there was anyone inside, he sat down directly and poured water for Huai Shi.

"The manager here and I are acquaintances who met at the environmental protection meeting. We don't need to see anyone outside. We can just sit wherever we want."

Huai Shi found a place to sit down and looked around.

It was obviously the office of a rough old man. It hadn't been tidied up for an unknown period of time. There were footprints everywhere on the floor and things were thrown around in a mess.

There are still a few animal skulls hanging on the wall, but they haven't been touched for a long time, and they are all covered in dust.

There are tools everywhere, chainsaws, hammers, axes, nails... There is a bicycle lost in the corner. I don't know how long I haven't ridden it. There was also a half-dismantled motorcycle placed in the middle of the house. Parts were everywhere on the ground and the smell of engine oil was strong.

In the entire room, there was only one family photo that was clean and was wiped frequently.

Soon a worker delivered the meal.

Three servings in total.

The food in the lumber camp is not much better, but it is more filling and contains enough meat.

Before everyone had arrived, Tilar greeted Huai Shi and started eating.

Halfway through the meal, someone pushed open the door and entered.

Huai Shi held the bowl and looked up, feeling a little confused.

A burly middle-aged man with stubble on his face, his body still smelled of engine oil and wood stubble, his footsteps were heavy and he was obviously angry.

After entering, he could no longer suppress his anger, threw the keys and gloves on the table, and cursed in Javanese.

"These damn alien species, damn Yingzhou people! Ah, those damn bastards... Do you know how they fooled me? They said they are doing it, they are doing it, and they will definitely discuss it at the meeting... …”

He complained to Tiral, "Discuss? What a discussion! As long as they are really useful, there is no need to import 80% of the wood every year! These stupid profiteers just want to lower the price! They just want to see We are unlucky..."

"Hey, calm down, calm down." Tilar put down his fork and pointed at Huai Shi: "I brought a friend here."

Huaishi looked at this middle-aged man and found that he was an ascendant, and Huaishi was quite familiar with his stigmata - the Druid Lineage Wicker Man.

He used this disguise some time ago when he was cheating on others. It was obvious that they were genuine products from Genzheng Miaohong, unlike his copycat.

The middle-aged man was also looking at him, frowning, and asked impolitely: "Who is he?"

Tiral wiped his mouth and said, "Aren't you busy recently? I'll introduce someone to help you."

"A child?" the middle-aged man sneered, "What's the use? I don't want it."

"Hey, listen, my friend, I'm here to help, not to cause trouble." Tiral raised a finger and said seriously: "You can refuse, but at least don't give the money that should be given to those Yingzhou people. Anger is poured out on us..."

"..."

After a moment of silence, although there was still anger left, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Okay, I'm sorry, this is my fault. You two, come to the bar, I'll treat you."

He pulled a bottle of spirits from the shelf, poured three glasses, and placed them on the table.

By the way, he took out a rattan-like plant from his pocket and placed it in front of Huai Shi.

Huai Shi glanced down and understood:

"Yingzhou Longqi?"