Above The Sky

Terra 768, June 23, twelve noon.

Along with the ringing of the church bell in the city center, another drizzle fell, filling the world with velvety rain.

The brilliance of the sun did not weaken at all, the rain clouds separated the cracks, and the beams like a sword ladder fell one after another down the earth and the sea, staggering and flashing.

On the coastal street, in the courtyard of the single-family stone house, a little boy with white hair is squatting in the corner of the yard, watching the ants with interest.

The boy was about three or four years old, with soft white shoulder-length short and medium hair, and his purple eyes stared at the little insects crawling on the ground, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he looked very happy.

The tip of the boy's ears is slightly pointed, which is a characteristic of an elves, but if he has to say it, he is a pure-blooded white people in a sense.

On the Terra Continent, there are many clans. People of chalk, people of red sand, people of gold, people of dark iron, elves, dwarves, seaborn and demihumans, halflings and insect people... I have to count them down one by one, and then count the people under each big clan. Branch, I'm afraid enough to produce a book.

However, no matter who it is, whether it is orcs or elves, insects or people of gold, all races can intermarry and give birth to offspring that can reproduce normally.

However, the offspring of different races cannot give birth to a true mixed blood, only pure blood with some characteristics of another race.

Even, there will be a strange situation where the demihumans marry the iron people and give birth to twins, the elder brother has animal ears, and the younger brother is the iron people.

According to the research of scholars, the ancestors of the various clans can even be traced back to almost the same group of ancestors, and the original ancestors called "primitives" are the common ancestors of the Terra clans and even the civilization of the previous era.

The boy stared at the ants intently, not even realizing it was raining lightly outside.

Grass ants in the Baissen Mountains are smaller than ordinary land ants, only less than one centimeter in length. They generally do not appear in cities, because there is no rotten land for them to "cultivate" in human cities.

They feed on fungi, and the rotten leaves of plants and trees are their natural farmland. It is said that in the underground of some deep mountains and old forests, there will be huge cities of grass ants, where there will be extremely rare spiritual fungi flora, which are far more valuable than Royal jelly is the best nutritional supplement.

But even so, there are occasional grass ant colonies in the city—perhaps a huge urban fringe of grass ants has spread to this place, or a colony of immigrant ants has decided to develop a home here, in any case, this is a sufficient Breathtaking grand story, legendary epic.

It's just that ordinary people can't see it and don't pay attention. Adults always think about things that are too big and ethereal, and children are always keen to find these small pleasures.

"Ant, hardworking and cute."

Muttering in a low voice, the boy did not touch these grass ants, not because his brother had instructed him, but simply because he did not want to disturb the lives of these little beings.

In this way, in the drizzle, the boy quietly watched the ants carry the leaves and cut weeds into the pothole not far away.

Between the clouds and the light, slow footsteps sounded, and then stopped.

Boom, blah, blah.

A figure stood by the courtyard, the sound of iron boots hitting the stone road stopped, and a man stared at the young child with interest.

The man is wearing a black full-body heavy armor, the edge of which is stroked with golden red lines, the bright eye of the sun is engraved on the shoulders of both arms, and the helmet with the same emblem on the forehead is held in his arms by him, revealing a Zhang Junmei's face.

The decadent-looking man with pure black seaweed-like hair squinted at the boy, and the boy was also focused on the ants.

"child."

After a while, it was determined that the child was really watching the ants, and he didn't even notice that the man he was approaching was approaching the courtyard. He squatted down and said through the indistinguishable wooden railing, "Are you looking at the ants?"

"Uh-huh."

Aware that someone was talking to him, the purple-eyed boy responded with a big smile, and he said happily, "Ant, very responsible! Admiration, cute!"

"...Is that so?"

Noticing the child's peculiar way of speaking, the man lowered his eyes and said thoughtfully: "But all the actions of the ants obey the queen's orders. It is not so much responsibility as blind loyalty."

"Working all day, without your own thoughts or dreams, such a purposeless creature that exists only for the continuation of the queen and the group, is it really cute?"

The boy obviously didn't fully understand this, but he thought about it and said seriously: "Loyal and cute!"

"and……"

Then, he looked at the ants and smiled slightly: "There are no ants, I have!"

"Haha, what do you compare to ants?"

The man laughed dumbly: "Really...you are so young, do you understand what thoughts and dreams are?"

Instead of laughing at him, he simply sat down cross-legged in the rain and asked patiently, "Then what is your dream?"

He originally just wanted to appreciate the child's distressed or inarticulate appearance, but he didn't think that the boy actually thought seriously and then gave an answer.

"Change it, stutter."

The pointed ears trembled slightly, and the boy raised his fingers with a serious expression on his face, and counted them one by one: "Learn, math."

"Help, brother."

"Old, take care, uncle."

"Become, big man!"

"It seems, no more... that's right! Also! My brother said..."

At first, the man just planned to listen to the hilarity, but his expression became more serious, and the boy's wrench pointed happily: "Let Nanling, peace!"

"Go everywhere and see the stars!"

"Everyone, eat a lot, a lot of meat!"

"Build a flying, oversized ship!"

Several times, the man wanted to open his mouth and say 'enough' - he already knew very well that this child may be a little stuttering, but he is actually very smart, even if he does not understand, but can say so many concepts, enough to prove the other person's thinking Ability is not an ignorant child.

But he remained silent, listening to the young child happily count to ten: "Finally! Last!"

"Let's go together, the end of the world!"

"Yeah!" Nodding his head, the boy was very happy: "This is, wish. Brother, you told me!"

"... very clear, very specific, very enthusiastic."

"Your brother is a good brother. You are also very good."

Slowly standing up, the man raised his head silently, staring at the blue-colored South China Sea in the distance.

His eyes went straight to the bottom of the distant deep sea, the deep and deep shadow, and then shook his head slightly: "Unfortunately... I don't dare to look forward to it."

Raising his head, the man glanced at the dark clouds in the sky, then stretched out his hand, touched the head of the white-haired boy, and urged, "Go back to your room, the rain will become heavier soon."

As soon as the voice fell, with a flash of lightning pulling a bifurcated line in the sky, the thunder exploded, and the rain suddenly became heavier.

"Mmmm! Brother, I said it too."

Seeing that it was raining heavily, the boy also got up and waved goodbye to the man who also smiled and waved goodbye! : "Goodbye! I don't know, big brother."

"Goodbye. You should be called Uncle."

The man smiled and watched the boy trot all the way back to his home.

He stopped in place, and in the torrential rain, the smile on the man's face slowly faded and he became expressionless.

Standing silently on the spot, he thought for a long time, then squatted down and looked at the ants on the ground.

The torrential rain washed away the grass ants' team.

Some returned to the cave early, some were drowning in the water, some were swept away from the team, and some were still struggling to make ripples in the impact of the current.

Those ants who had been rescued long ago naturally disappeared, and those who had long since died were washed away.

All that can be seen are still struggling.

"Hey……"

He stretched out his hand and picked one of the ants submerged in the water. The man looked at the grass ant, which was constantly waving its tentacles and forelimbs, with its mouthparts open and closed, and whispered to himself, "We are very similar, aren't we?"

He crushed the ant and tasted it.

"bitter."

The man stood up and put his helmet back on.

The messenger of the empire stepped away, and the sound of heavy steps sounded again.

This time, the direction he was heading towards was the city center, where Grant's residence was located.

"I'm back... Ellen, didn't you just look at the ants in the rain today?"

In the evening, after returning from the make-up class from Elder Pude, Ian heard a cheer on the spot, and then saw a white shadow rush into his arms.

Ian's body trembled slightly, dissolving the strength of his younger brother's charge-although he was only ten years old and his body had not yet grown, but under Hilliard's two years of intense training, even if it was a wild boar's charge, he Can be completely exhausted, let alone a four-year-old Terran cub?

"No, I'm good!"

"Oh? Well, very nice."

Rubbing his head against his brother, Elan said cheerfully, while Ian calmly reached out and touched his brother's hair and clothes. Well, it's not very wet, it will probably take a while if it is really wet.

Although the Terrans don't care about this light rain, it is almost impossible to catch a cold... But what if? There are no antibiotics and fever reducers in this world.

"Go and play by yourself. After dinner, I will continue to teach you literacy and numeracy."

Patting his brother's head, Ian motioned for Ellen to continue to take care of the potted plants in his own room - strange to say, Ellen usually likes to watch ants and grass sprouting, and he can stare at one with delight. Plants of grass all afternoon without moving their nests.

Originally, Ian thought that this might be a sequelae of sleeping powder, but after listening to Hilliard's prompt, the boy couldn't help but understand after thinking of the 'elf bloodline'.

- You know what you know, elf.

Although he still doesn't know what the elf is in this Terra Continent where there are super beasts and aether armed inexplicably, and everyone is genetically modified, he still doesn't know, but now it seems that it is not outrageous.

Since Elan likes it, then Ian will let him go, especially after he realizes that this kind of happy emotion can more or less cure some of Elan's perception obstacles.

Especially this little guy sings very nicely, much better than him.

"The teacher has also been very motivated recently. After the camouflage work is over, he will go directly to overseas to investigate."

After estimating for a while, Ian was going to cook. He felt that there was a high probability that he didn't need to prepare Hilliard's portion today. The other party must have come back the next morning after finishing the solution outside.

But after thinking about it, he still shook his head: "Forget it, let's keep a few croquettes, but unfortunately we can't bake bread at home, otherwise it would be really easy to make a cod burger."

Thinking like this, Ian's eyes lit up with aqua light.

This is a daily routine - every day he comes back, he will habitually use his psionic energy to investigate the surroundings once, which is considered prudence and practice.

Ian had thought that today was the same as every day in the past, that's how life is, always day after day, no different, no unusual anomalies to be commended.

However, the boy who was preparing to chop the meat suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He frowned, turned his head sideways, and looked in the direction of his brother.

Ian's eyes flickered with a warm pale cyan aura, like a faintly shining firefly in the dimly lit room.

And now, the fireflies are reflecting unusual colors.

"broken."

He muttered to himself in his heart: "I haven't seen it in two years, the blood-colored fog..."

"And, a brand new dark purple mist?"