People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

"Tallulah, you're running around in this scary outfit again. This is the attire of a noble lord. You'll get into trouble if you wear it."

An old woman had a stern face and kept muttering to herself, as if she would never be able to finish her nagging in her entire lifetime.

The door was pushed open, and a bright and charming figure like a fairy walked into the room.

"Alina, you have to help me talk to her."

The old woman immediately tried to pull the woman who came in to her side and scold Tallulah together.

Alina chuckled and raised her hand to roll up the white hair in front of her forehead. The pair of delicate antlers on her head swayed slightly with her movements.

"Mom, I'm here to bring you some salt. Didn't you say before that there was no salt at home?" Alina changed the subject in a gentle tone.

The old woman took the salt shaker and scolded Tallulah again:

"Look at Alina. She's such a good kid. She's calm, likes reading, and is good at handicrafts. You should learn from her."

Alina smiled, and the old woman also smiled.

There was the color of fire rising from sight.

Alina's face turned into panic in the firelight:

"Tallulah, there are patrols outside the village. They are searching for infected people. Someone reported it."

There was no smile in the old woman's eyes, nor was there the nagging of the past.

She tried to hold back the pain in her heart that was almost unbearable, and tried to comfort Tallulah:

"Don't go out, hide. The old man is negotiating with the pickets. He will make them leave."

Alina's eyes wavered, but eventually became firm:

"It's useless. They won't leave unless they find someone infected... Mom, my dad died early, and I rely on you to take care of me. Thank you..."

The old woman held Alina's hand to stop her from continuing.

But Alina knew that there was no use in running away.

"You don't need to go, Alina, you don't need to go." The old woman's voice trembled slightly.

The heavy breathing became more and more obvious, and the flames gradually distorted my vision.

An old man knelt in front of the Ursus patrol team, muttered something, raised his hand and actively released the Originium skill to prove his identity as an infected person.

Then, the dagger stabbed into the old man's throat.

The flames were furious, sweeping across everything in sight.

Alina's figure slowly emerged in the flames and she stretched out her slender hand.

The flames faded, and all around was a barren tundra.

"Tallulah, you're doing something...remarkable."

"Tallulah, where does your strong sense of justice come from? Is it because someone taught you this before?"

“Tallulah…”

"Tallulah!"

A white-haired man stood before him.

His posture was so elegant, and his every move revealed the calmness that seemed to be in control of everything.

The corners of his mouth raised in just the right arc, which seemed to make him more friendly.

But the words that came out of his mouth were like cold poisonous snakes, entwining around people's hearts, cold and deadly.

"Tallulah, you can't make different people agree on the same behavior. Their disputes, conflicts and chaos are inevitable.

You want to eliminate disputes, eliminate discrimination, you want them to listen to what you teach them, what an arrogant idea, my daughter.

Of course, I know that you can do it, and you will rule over those you are destined to rule."

“Tallulah, I know you don’t agree with me. You have been resisting me from the beginning. In your eyes, I am just a despicable noble who dominates and oppresses innocent infected people in the palace.

You wanted to save the infected, and in order to resist me, you even took the initiative to stab the Originium into your own arm, making yourself an infected person.

But, my daughter, you are wrong about one thing. Ore disease is the scar of this land, the most obvious manifestation of all injustice, but beneath the scar, there are more dirty things hidden. "

A sword pierced the man's chest and nailed him to the seat behind him.

Blood flowed out of the man's mouth, but the faint smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared.

"You are now very determined, you are doing well, please keep it up, be careful, in the rest of your life, as long as you doubt everything you insist on, as long as you have a little hatred towards those so-called infected compatriots and those who should be free...

Once you identify with me, once you understand me, once you understand what kind of ground you are on... you will naturally become the next me. "

The man lost his breath.

The blade was drawn out.

But the man's voice seemed to transcend life and death, transcend the isolation between others and himself, and rang out again:

"Tallulah, remember...your destination is me."

Or maybe, that is the voice of myself.

The seeds have been planted, just waiting to sprout.

Noisy sounds filled my ears, and people were chasing me everywhere.

The wind and snow hit his face, his breathing was extremely heavy, and scarlet blood spilled on his body, it was a little hot, and then quickly became cold, as if it was going to frostbite him.

A village appeared.

The villagers seemed to have just finished a celebration of a good harvest. The bonfire around which they were dancing had just gone out, the beasts of burden in the pasture were eating grass with their heads down, and simple but warm decorations were hung on the walls of the houses.

Their lives are also very hard, but they love their lives very much.

They seemed a little panicked, but they eventually calmed down slowly.

An elderly couple came out, smiled gently, and gently extended a helping hand.

The old woman's hands were warm, and although the old man's back was hunched, he was reliable enough.

The nagging voice has been echoing in my ears since then, and it seems that I will never finish the nagging words in my lifetime.

Life becomes peaceful, just like the unprecedented sense of security in my heart.

At some point, letters were being written.

"Hui Jie:

I ran away from Kosice for a long time and ended up in a small village.

I didn’t think too much about it at the time, I just wanted to find a place to hide, but I didn’t expect that I really found a shelter.

An old couple, they probably thought of me as their daughter. After all, there were so many wars in Ursus, their children might have died very early.

They even helped to hide my secrets.

I think no matter how I repay them, it won’t be too much.

Unfortunately, I was not able to repay them properly.”

"Hui Jie:

The grandfather, according to my unreliable memory, was called Ivan Izyaslav. It was a very common name, and he was also a peasant that could be found everywhere.

But he sacrificed himself, for many reasons, he sacrificed his life... I sometimes wonder, am I really worth others sacrificing their lives for?

Alina left with me. Although she was gentle most of the time, she would suddenly become sharp and sharp sometimes, which made me feel uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because she could always pull me back on track when necessary. Honest advice is hard to hear? Is that right?

In addition, the plan is progressing smoothly. According to my thinking, soon this part of the infected people will definitely unite.

Hopefully this does work.

I also hope that grandpa can rest in peace. Apart from grandma, I have no relatives closer to me than him."

The letters were carried around and never sent.