Chapter 270

Because of the height difference, even if Ai raised his hand to the highest position, he could only touch Simmel's thigh.

"Actually, I want to touch your head more...but if I really do that, I will be scolded by the people around me for disrespecting the hero, right?"

The further north you are on the continent, the closer you are to the Demon King's City, and the stronger the admiration the people living here have for the brave Simmel.

If she dared to touch Simmel's head in front of a few people, she would definitely be criticized by the whole town, right?

Although Qi doesn't like to be forgotten by the times, she also doesn't like to be famous in this way.

So, in the end, Ai just touched Simmel's shoes.

"Although I don't think it will be of any use... Simmel, please bless me and make the next world I go to a good one."

After a pause, Ai continued: "It's not required to be a place as good as this world, but I hope it can't be too different. Irena's world is quite good... Anyway, a world like Dao Weiyixian is definitely not good. , I don’t want anyone who has anything to do with Mr. Ke, please bless me, please bless me!”

This seems to be embarrassing Simmel. After all, even the goddess of creation can't decide on this kind of thing, right?

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, Xinmel doesn't think Xinmel can help her in this regard, so he just talks casually.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

A sweet and childish voice sounded next to her. After turning her head, Ji saw a little girl standing next to her. Her big, blinking eyes were full of starlight called curiosity.

"Big sister is asking Simmel to bless me."

Ash's eyes were as curved as crescent moons, and she naturally regarded herself as "eldest sister". It was quite shameless, and she was probably older than her grandmother in terms of age.

"Little guy, haven't you heard of it? It is said that as long as you touch the statue of Simmel, you will be blessed by Simmel and become good luck."

"Huh? Really?"

"Of course it's true, so do you want to touch it too?"

The little girl frowned slightly, showing a tangled expression.

"But, wouldn't this be disrespectful to the brave man? Wouldn't it make the brave man angry?"

"It's okay. From what I know about Simmel, not only will he not be angry, but he will be very happy. He always enjoys this kind of welcome experience."

"Big sister said this as if you knew the brave man."

Regarding the little girl's words, Qie smiled and said nothing, and had no intention of explaining more.

Putting his hands on his knees, Ash squatted down and looked at the little girl's eye level.

"So, do you have any wishes that you want Master Brave to help you realize?"

"Well..."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then said: "My friend's mother bought him a ball, and I want the same one, so that I can play with it when I am alone."

"Yeah?"

The eyes that Ai looked at the little girl became more and more gentle, as if he was looking at himself when he was a child.

She then lifted the little girl up so that she could reach Simmel's statue.

"Then, let the Lord Brave fulfill your wish. Follow the action of Big Sister just now, put your hand on the statue, and ask Lord Simmel to give you good luck."

The little girl listened to Qie's words, placed her hand on the statue of Simmel, and completed her wish.

"In this way, will the brave man give me good luck?"

Being held in Qie's arms, the little girl frowned slightly and looked at Qie with uneasy eyes.

Then, Ai answered her like this.

"Definitely, because Simmel has never disappointed anyone. He has never failed to live up to anyone's expectations. He can always stand up when everyone has given up."

Holding the little girl in his arms, Ji raised his eyes and looked at the statue of Simmel, which gradually overlapped with the figure in his memory. He seemed to be talking to himself or complaining to someone who was not here. .

"Really, he always runs so far ahead. Do you know how troublesome it is to follow him? That guy who likes to take detours doesn't know how to think about us people. He always gives his trust without reservation. Give it to us, even we ourselves have doubts about ourselves..."

"'If you don't believe in your own words, then believe in me, because I believe in you from the bottom of my heart'... With such beautiful words, we really cannot be forgiven if we betray his trust in the end. ? Really..."

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Chapter 468 The horn of the dark dragon.

After letting the little girl touch the statue of Simmel, Ai did not put the little girl down immediately, but asked another question.

"Speaking of which, do you know why Simmel left so many statues on this continent?"

"Well..."

The little girl looked troubled, but Ai was not in a hurry to speak out, just waiting for the little girl to think and give her own answer.

"Because...the brave man wants to be famous?"

"Hmm... It's a bit of a touch."

Ji rolled his eyes and then said: "For that guy Simmel, fame is not very important. The reason why he left so many statues is because he is afraid of being forgotten. "

"Why is he forgotten? Isn't he a brave man who defeated the Demon King?"

"Under the rolling wheels of history, nothing will remain in people's memory forever, even Xinmeier, who has accomplished the feat of defeating the demon king that no previous heroes have accomplished."

The corners of the corners of the mouth of the ash raised a gentle arc, "But... even if it is really forgotten, it will probably be a long, long time later."

"How long will it be?"

"Probably hundreds or thousands of times longer than the 'longest' you can imagine."

"So long..."

The little girl tilted her head, "Then, why doesn't the hero want to be forgotten?"

"Well... maybe it's because he doesn't want a girl to be too lonely."

The ash smiled slightly and said: "Xinmeier left his statue in every corner of this world, so that a certain slow-witted elf girl can see him wherever she goes, as if... he has never left her side."

Naturally, the little girl showed an unhappy expression at the ash's words.

"It's so hard to understand..."

"It's a little hard for people your age."

"So... as long as I grow up, I will be able to understand it?"

"Maybe... But I hope you will never understand it."

"Why?"

The little girl tilted her head in confusion.

Qian smiled gently, her deep eyes like a lake without waves on a summer night.

"Because growing up is very painful... People choose to grow up because they encounter suffering that they cannot get through without growing up."

"Humans cannot empathize with others. If you want to truly understand others' feelings, you must experience the same experience as them... But that is not a good experience, so I hope that the day when you can understand will never come."

Such words are indeed too early for the little girl in front of him.

So, Qian did not expect her to understand, and was more likely to talk to himself.

"Sorry, I told you something too hard to understand."

After getting his mood right, Qian put the little girl down, and a friendly smile appeared on his face.

Compared with people of the same age or older people, Jian is better at communicating with innocent and cute children.

"To express my apology, let me tell you a story... Are you interested in the story of a brave man defeating a demon king? Or do you prefer some easy and boring trivialities that happened to a magician during his travels?"

...

Walking alone on the street.

The path under her feet was made up of small squares. Jian lowered her head and carefully and seriously controlled her feet to avoid those lines and let every step fall into the squares.

It was as if she would die as long as she stepped on the lines.

"Huh?"

With a raised eyebrow, a crowd appeared in front of Jian. It looked quite lively. I don't know what happened.

"There are so many people. Why are they all gathered here?"

I remember reading an interesting post before.

If you are an American, the first reaction when you see people gathering together is to stay as far away as possible.

If you are a Chinese, the first reaction when you see people gathering together is to get closer to take a look.

Perhaps it was the fearlessness brought by his powerful ability, or perhaps it was the Chinese instinct to join in the fun, and Jian walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back.

In the center of the crowd, Xiu Talke was holding an axe and adjusting his breathing, and in front of him was a bull that had been subdued and fell to the ground.

"Young man, you are really a big help. I didn't expect you to be able to subdue a mad bull."

Someone stepped forward to thank Xiu Talke, and then more and more people gathered around Xiu Talke.

"Xiu Talke is still as popular as ever..."

Jian whispered at the edge of the crowd.

A child kept thanking Xiu Talke, and it seemed that the child was just in front of the mad bull, which means that Xiu Talke saved the child's life.

A dwarf who seemed to be a blacksmith had a good chat with Xiu Talke, and even said that he would maintain Xiu Talke's axe for free.

There was also an old woman who said that seeing Hugh Tark was like seeing her son who had been away from home for a long time, so she gave Hugh Tark a lot of food, which were said to be the food that the old woman's son loved.

With their warm farewell, Hugh Tark waved goodbye to them while holding a basket full of food in one hand, and then Hugh Tark saw Qian who seemed to be waiting for him in the alley.

"Xian? Why are you here too?"

"I just happened to pass by and came to see how lively it was."

Xian crossed her arms and looked down at Hugh Tark's arms. "That old lady gave you a lot of snacks."

"They are very nice people, but they are too enthusiastic for me to bear..."

Hush Tark smiled bitterly and shook his head, then said to Jian: "Do you want to eat something?"

"I don't mind... but do you think it's okay?"

Xian looked up and met Hugh Tark's eyes, tilted her head and said: "These should be gifts for you, right?"

"Compared to snacks, I actually prefer steaks and the like..."

Hush Tark showed a troubled expression, "But, after all, it's the old lady's intention. If I refuse, it will make her sad, right?"

"Really? That's right. After all, it's her kindness, and it's really hard to refuse..."

Qian nodded in agreement, somewhat empathizing with Hugh Tark, because she was also the type who was not good at rejecting other people's kindness.

Some people who were good friends with her would always tell her, "You need to learn how to reject others more. If you are too honest, you will live a very tiring life."

"In that case, I won't be polite."

Qian casually glanced at the snacks in the basket, picked up one, held the snack with both hands, opened her cherry mouth and took a small bite, and her cheeks became bulging like a hamster eating.

"Hmm... so sweet, it tastes really good. The old lady's cooking skills are very good. Does the old lady's son like this sweetness? Although it's not impossible, it's still quite rare among boys. Generally speaking, girls really like sweets more, right?"

Closing his eyes, Jian tasted the delicious food carefully, and then said to Hugh Tark: "You can bring these to Felene to try, she will definitely be very happy."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Jian and Hugh Tark walked side by side in the alley, which was not too narrow.

The two seemed to have walked to the back of a tavern, and saw a man and a woman here. The woman was wearing an apron, and the man was strong and was carrying buckets of wine.

The woman saw Hugh Tark and Jian walking slowly, and then the other party spoke.

"Young man over there, look at the axe on your back, you should be a warrior, right? Can you come over and help me? I'll pay you."

Such a conversation made Jian feel like he was playing a role-playing game and met a quest NPC.

So, in fact, Shutark is the protagonist, right? He had just subdued the mad bull and gained a lot of favor from the local residents, and then not long after that, he saw someone who needed help again.

The commission was to help them move the wine to their carriage on the street, and Shutark gladly accepted it.

However, if he had to move the barrels, the basket in his hand would be difficult to handle.

"Can you help me take it to the hotel and give it to Philen?"

Shutark handed the basket of food to Jian.