"..."
"Your father will only put these things away, but he won't tell you how many people died in the process. Moreover, to put it in a broader sense, this is even a microcosm of countless ruins explorations. The blood and energy condensed in it cannot be summarized in this one expedition."
What sharp teeth.
Hitzfeld had to look at the green-haired boy with new eyes.
Considering the educational system and level of this era, it is rare for a child of this age to be able to organize complete language and speak normally, let alone such profound truths. He must have read a lot of books and thought about it seriously before he could say it.
Is this guy Richard Barish?
Indeed, he has the demeanor of a wise man at such a young age.
But what Hitzfeld didn't expect was that there was something even more impressive to come.
The round-faced boy was indeed stunned by these words for a while, but he immediately recovered: "You are wrong!"
"Huh?" The young man was stunned and asked angrily, "What's wrong?"
The round-faced boy said confidently: "Let me ask you, if I didn't steal this seed, what would have happened to it?"
"This..." The young man frowned, "It is most likely thrown into the treasure house and stored there, waiting for the right opportunity to start research."
"So what is the right opportunity?"
"Of course, we have to make sure it can survive after being planted!" the young man shouted, "Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of blood and sacrifice?"
Then his eyes suddenly widened: "Huh——?"
"Richard, you've discovered it too, right~" the boy began to smirk, "Bai Mu, you also know what it is. This kind of thing requires a lot of spiritual nourishment! So what's wrong with me bringing it here to plant it?"
"This thing has been trapped in the ruins for a long time. In order to prevent it from changing, it should be planted earlier. The sooner the better! Then where else is the most suitable besides Puslint? Where else can be more suitable than here?"
"You shouldn't blame me for doing this, instead you should praise me because I might have saved a Baimu tree!"
Is that what happened?
The green-haired boy was stunned and fell silent for a moment.
"..." Hitzfeld pinched his forehead and sighed continuously.
He is worthy of being the seed of the future king. Although no one could predict this at that time, little Charuni's shameless, specious, unreasonable, and unreasonable character and ability to say wrong is right make him perfect for becoming a king.
Hmm… it’s pretty shameless of Alvin to think that way.
The way she expressed herself was different, but apart from some serious promises, she was also very good at talking nonsense. With just a casual smile, she could make some young ministers dizzy and willing to work for her.
I obviously don't have that talent.
She was quite proud of that, Hitzfeld thought.
It seems that Tree Rings has considered her? In the contingency plan, if something unexpected happens to Poplar and Holy Oak, they plan to nominate this person to ascend the throne?
Stop talking nonsense... She can't do such a shameless job as the king. But she can let Xia do it. She thinks Xia Yibing is quite shameless sometimes.
Wait, wouldn't that make me her queen?
...What on earth am I thinking about?
Quickly adjusting his thoughts, Hitzfeld discovered that the two people in his left eye were already digging the soil and burying the seeds.
That pure white mist is the soil of the Dream City, which contains a large amount of condensed spiritual thoughts.
"Don't you need watering?"
"How about you try peeing?"
"Don't be silly, Asfen...are you trying to trick me into wetting the bed? I'm not that stupid!"
Hitzfeld watched and laughed.
It is obvious that this group revolves around little Charuni.
Although Richard showed his intelligence in his youth, he was not a man of his own ideas and was far inferior to Rooney in making decisions.
Next, the left eye picture starts fast forwarding.
Seeing that the seeds they had planted had not moved, the two could only leave first. In the surging mist, they saw them coming and going again and again, and when this process continued for the third time, Hitzfeld heard a suppressed cheer.
"Success!"
“It’s alive!”
The two men lay on the ground again. As they were surrounded and watched, a tender, pure white seedling had broken through the soil and stood trembling in the fog.
"This is Bai Mu's seedling! Pure white! Exactly the same as what's written in the book!"
Little Charuni started dancing with his good friend, "We did it! Richard!"
"Yes, we succeeded!" The green-haired boy was also very happy, "Then you won't be fired even if you are exposed... They will even reward you!"
"It's a reward for 'us'!"
Little Charuni immediately shook off his hand and looked at him angrily: "I treat you as a friend, Barish, so how do you see me?"
"Of course I also consider you as a friend."
Richard realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurried to make amends: "You know... probably because of my precocity, my brothers have excluded me a little... they are unwilling to get close to me, and they are not even extraordinary people like you. The only way I can come to Dream City to listen to the lecture is to rely on the Dream Weaver to guide me into the dream..."
"I am the same as you." Little Charuni snorted, "What's so good about being a superhuman? I can enjoy the same conveniences as them. Maybe they will even listen to me in the future!"
You can't say this casually!
Richard was startled and quickly covered his mouth. He looked around and saw no one, then he let go of the boy and let out a long breath.
"You are different, Asfen..."
"Call me Charuni."
"Okay Charuni, you are different anyway. Your birth destined you to be extraordinary. You just haven't awakened your power yet, which is enough to dispel the haze in the eternal night."
"Are you referring to the mechanical sun? I've seen my dad go up there before, but every time he finished, he would need to recuperate for a long time as if he had a serious illness."
"This is what makes him great, and this is also why I admire your family."
Richard said seriously.
"You know, Charuni, not all dynasties in the world are like Sara, where the king leads the troops to fight."
"There are still many countries where the rulers only know how to bully the people, suck their blood and eat their flesh... Those countries collapsed because they violated justice and their rule was overthrown by the power of justice."
"So Sarah is just?" Little Charuni was a little confused.
No matter how opinionated he is, he still doesn't understand things that he shouldn't understand.
"There is no such thing as absolute justice." The young man patted his shoulder, "But it's already pretty good. It's worthy of inheriting the spirit and system of Guserland. Such a country is worth people uniting and fighting for."
"Do you understand? Charuni. If... I mean if - if you will ever sit in your father's position in the future, then you must remember this."
"Then I will definitely make a good king!"
As a result, little Charuni started patting his chest and making promises before he could finish.
He even pointed at the sapling and swore an oath: "Let this be a witness... I! Charuni Asfen Sala! I am determined to be a good king! I will never disobey my promise!"
What kind of muddled oath is this?
Richard was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He was about to correct her, but unexpectedly, little Charuni grabbed his sleeve and asked him seriously, "What about you?"
"?" Richard was stunned. "Ah?"
"The future King of Charuni has already taken the oath. You, Richard Barish, as his best childhood playmate, shouldn't you express your opinion?"
Clearly, I decided to bring him along to play in the beginning because I felt sorry for this guy and thought he was a bit like me, but how come in the end I seem to be dragged down to the same age group as him, doing all these childish and stupid things?
——Even if he was just standing by and observing the expression on the boy's face, Hitzfeld could easily read that this was probably what he was thinking at the moment.
"All right!"
Unable to convince his "brother", Richard had no choice but to stretch out his hand and swear an oath to the sapling.
"With this white tree as a witness... I, Richard Barish... If Charuni Asfen Sala can really abide by the agreement and be a good king, then I will..."
At this point, he paused.
He seemed to have gone through a brief ideological struggle, and his originally lazy and casual expression gradually became serious.
"Then I will become his confidant and die-hard fan, burning my mind, spirit and even body to accompany him on this path and devote everything to building the country."
"Barish! Are you crazy!?"
Now it was little Charuni's turn to be stunned.
"What do you mean by burning the spirit and the body? What are you doing? Is it necessary to be so serious?"
"yes--"
The young man lowered his head and looked him in the eye, and said word by word: "The oath is such a serious thing."
"Anyway, I have taught you a lot of truths, so I won't hesitate to say a few more words... Being a good king really starts with determination. Many people just spend their days aimlessly after waking up. Have you ever thought about what the ultimate goal of everything you do today is?"
Little Charuni shook his head blankly.
He never thought about it.
If I really have to say something, it would probably be just some prank to attract the attention of my father and brothers.
And they would find him annoying and yell at him every time.
There is no one like Richard who is willing to play with him and teach him all kinds of truths in the White Shadow Palace...
"So you just said you wanted to be king, and you'll know from now on."
Richard said.
"From now on, every day, every time you wake up and open your eyes, you must think about why you live."
"Only then will you have a chance."
"Only a king like this is worthy of me, Richard Barish, following forever."
"Is that so?"
Little Charuni was cheered up.
"So as long as I keep doing this, Richard, you won't leave me?"
"Yes."
"Then I will definitely do it!"
The boy clenched his fists tightly, looked down at the Baimu seedling, and then stretched out his fist to the tall and thin boy.
"Then it's settled!"
"Of course, this is an oath."
Watching the two of them using the Baimu tree seedling as a witness to make an oath that would influence future generations, Hitzfeld couldn't help but get excited and got goose bumps all over his body.
The Divine Eye does have many magical uses, but to be honest, the most shocking thing is actually “witnessing history.”
No longer from history books, no longer from notes, and no longer from hearsay.
Instead, immerse yourself in the story, experience it yourself, witness it with your own eyes, see how the butterfly's wings initially stir up the wind, feel that feeling, and your soul will be baptized and sublimated.
However, before she could appreciate this feeling for a while, the picture before her was shattered.
She suddenly realized that she had actually left the Dream City and was instantly pulled into another background that was more like a palace.
It was magnificent but dimly lit. A tall, solemn-looking man wearing gorgeous clothes and a crown on his head was sitting on the steps, staring at this side with a strange look.
Is he looking at me?
Hitzfeld was startled.
No... this feeling is somewhat familiar...
He was looking through me at someone else!
Turn around, look back.
Hitzfeld saw a person kneeling at the bottom of the empty hall.
Even though he was kneeling, you could tell he had a slender figure, but his head was buried so you couldn't see what he looked like.
"I am very disappointed in you."
