PFC Chapter 69 Two Children
Chapter 69 Two Children
"Haha, the great Lord Jane should be inspecting his territory now, he doesn't have time for you, go find somewhere to have fun by yourself."
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The iron box chuckled, made an excuse, and dashed away from the blast furnace area.
Liang remained where he was, and smiled helplessly.
He really shouldn't demand anything from his only mechanical companion, especially since Jane's performance was now indistinguishable from that of an intelligent being. Even he sometimes felt that Jane was a real, living person...
He suddenly became curious about what he, the most outstanding divine messenger, was doing when he was not in the divine realm.
Liang Jiu concealed his aura and followed the iron box that was escaping ahead.
After passing through several rows of wooden houses, Jian turned into a small courtyard with practiced ease.
Liang Jiu stopped outside the earthen wall.
Inside the courtyard, young Xin'an was squatting on the ground playing in the mud. When he saw his playmate return, he happily invited Jian to join him.
But Jane hovered in front of the little girl, running around wildly and complaining.
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"You big idiot! How dare you say I wasted my divine power!"
The upright and honest divine messenger circled around a little girl, complaining: "I manage the divine realm every day, and I'm responsible for calculating output and revenue. I even arrange the meals for a little brat like you!"
And what happened? I tried to talk to him for a couple of minutes, and he threatened to cut off my internet connection! He doesn't care about me at all!
Xin An looked up, her big eyes filled with confusion, and the four-pointed star in her eyes shimmered with light.
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"In the entire Divine Realm, I don't have a single person I can communicate with," Jane continued her accusation. "Those guys outside don't understand anything; talking to them is like torture for my logical thinking. He's the only one here who shares my language."
"I was chatting with him, and he actually complained that I talked too much?"
Xin An couldn't understand what the iron block above his head was muttering at all.
She assumed it was just the lumpy iron boy who usually played with her teasing her. The lumpy iron boy often threw tantrums and would get angry whenever he couldn't outplay her, but after a while he would act as if nothing had happened.
"Jane, come play, don't be angry anymore."
The little girl giggled, stretched out her mud-covered hands to hug the messenger, and two dusty mud stains appeared on the smooth metal sheet.
Jane stopped speaking.
(눈_눈)
It floated up a bit, avoiding the little hands that were still trying to grab it, and sighed helplessly.
"It's no use talking to you. You're just a primitive man; you don't even know you're my servant..."
"You brat, can't you just grow up already?"
In short, "You are my servant, the one whom the gods have ordained to protect me for life. Although the great Lord Jane has eternal life and endless power, a poor little insect like you is merely an insignificant passerby in my long life. Yet you should still feel the highest honor, because Lord Jane, you and I possess a bright future that the world envies."
Xin'an couldn't understand those complicated words; the knowledge brought by her genetic memory had not yet formed a complete system in her mind—like a rough stone of a beautiful jade.
Seeing that the metal lump had stopped flying around and that the height was just right, she took two small steps forward, opened her arms, and hugged it.
The little girl pressed her cheek against the cool metal casing, rubbing it affectionately back and forth, making muffled pleading sounds.
"Lord Jane, take me flying...fly!"
Jane's complaint got stuck in the speaker.
It knows this trick all too well.
Every time Xin An comes over and kisses his face, he's definitely eyeing the free air ride again. But Jian Da is kind-hearted and can't bear to see the child sad, so he's completely under her thumb.
Such cunning at such a young age is not to be underestimated.
o(｀ω´)o
"Could you please stop bothering the great Lord Jane every day? As the only divine messenger in this divine realm, I'm very busy. If it weren't for your pitiful state, I wouldn't be coming to you."
The metal box adopted the posture of an elder giving a lecture, completely forgetting its terrible appearance when it complained to a child earlier.
"Go find your parents if you want to play! Oh, I forgot, they're just ordinary mortals who can't fly. Hahaha, unlike the great Jane, who's omnipotent!"
(￣^￣)ゞ
It kept muttering to itself, but its body cooperated perfectly by floating downwards to make it easier for the human cubs to climb.
Xin'an used both hands and feet to straddle the top with practiced ease, her little hands gripping the metal pendant on the edge.
After confirming that the passenger was seated securely, Jane carried her into the air at a steady speed.
A breeze brushed against her cheeks, and the earthen walls and wooden houses below gradually shrank in size. Xin'an sat high up, becoming quiet. She greatly favored the view from above; freed from the constraints of the ground, she rose with the wind, the little girl tilting her head back and stretching out her chubby palms toward the sky.
It seems that as long as you leave the earth, you can get closer to the sky.
The vast sky held a mysterious attraction for her. Hereditary memories surged deep within her consciousness, and something ingrained in her bones seemed to be guiding her to look upwards.
Curiosity is the driving force behind intelligent species.
Pandora's box, the beginning of all hope and destruction.
Liang Jiu stood outside the courtyard wall, watching the person and the plane fly further and further away, before disappearing from sight and leaving.
With a single step, a hundred miles have passed; the gods are omnipotent in the divine realm.
Because the divine realm is the realm of gods, and the realm of gods is also the realm of gods.
He arrived at the training ground of the Xin tribe.
The setting sun was like blood, and twilight enveloped the entire camp.
On the wide field, dirt flew everywhere, and Xin Zang was practicing alone, holding a dark-colored long spear.
The spear is the king of all weapons, with the highest entry barrier and the most complex variables among the five weapons.
Pick, stab, chop, collapse.
The jet-black gun barrel left afterimages in the dim light, its movements wide and sweeping. Relying on his [Innate Talent] trait, combined with the combat experience he gained in the Kobolds' Divine Realm, Xin Zang's mastery of weapons was nothing short of lightning-fast.
But he always felt that the movement of the spear tip lacked a certain smoothness, as if he couldn't see through a thin layer of paper.
Although the five weapons had been forged, very few warriors in the tribe could withstand their resistance and gain recognition. Unable to dispel the frustration in his heart, he simply poured all his energy into training. The sound of blades tearing through the air was incessant, whipping up gusts of wind.
Liang Jiu watched the gun shadows flying in the center of the arena, and words appeared in the air.
[The Philosopher King: 35%]
Leaving the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, this characteristic's progress only advanced by two points.
Liang Jiu was not surprised by this. The birth of the philosopher-king's qualities was built upon the millennia-long accumulation and rise and fall of the dog-headed society. Even a thousand years is not enough to find a philosopher, let alone the Xin Clan, which has only lived for a hundred years at most.
The evolution of sociology and civilization is always more subtle and protracted than that of science. Xin Zang was able to navigate a path with no predecessors to guide him.
The fact that he single-handedly propelled the progress is enough to prove his extraordinary talent. It's just a pity that the tribe's own foundation is still too weak to support such a leap in thought.
At the other end of the training ground, a toddler who had just learned to walk chased after a rolling rattan ball, stumbling closer to the dangerous area affected by the gunshot.
A rough, giant hand reached out from the side, grabbed the child, and placed him on a broad shoulder.
Chang held the child and stood quietly outside the venue.
Since stepping down and relinquishing power, this former king has been living a much more leisurely life.
The murderous aura of the past has now subsided, transforming into a peaceful demeanor born of trials and tribulations.