Light and Darkness by Pitt Michael (free e reader txt) 📖

had already turned a blind eye to the quarrel between the two. Every time Roger came, he would say hello to everyone, always bring some sweets to the children, and help the aunts and aunts a lot. In the meantime, once again, two freshly baked breads were delivered from each household, which was steaming white bread. After one or two visits, the street people felt that Roger's fat face was more affable. Those old people who live here say that they have never seen the nobles who came to this place in this life, nor the nobles who have really cared about these poor children. The old Peter, who was always drunk, and after seeing Roger walking into the misty yard one day, stood in the street holding a bad wine and said aloud: "This Mr. Roger, is a really good person. I am old Peter has lived for seventy years. How many countries did he want to be when he was a seafarer? Don’t think I’m drunk, my eyes are definitely not wrong for people!”

　　Since the aspirations of the people have been determined, the misty days on the opposite side of Rogge are not much better. The neighbours started talking quietly, and then secretly pulled Isabella and asked her to persuade her grandpa. The girl is shy and anxious, but there is no way. Later, when the neighbors heard the contention between the two during the day, when Roger left, he would simply talk to the foggy theory. Aunts and aunts have their own truths, which is quite unreasonable and confusing. It is much stronger than Rogge.

　　 Poor Master Fog Master discriminated against Roger during the day and quarreled with the neighborhood at night. The granddaughter's gaze also became more and more dissatisfied, and the bowl of medicine boiled every day. For her daughter to go to work in Ete's house every day, Wu Fang could only express her dissatisfaction with a few hums.

　　 The debate between the two also gradually led Roger to the upper hand. First of all, on the point that "nobles are not good people", Rogge was defeated and lost. Fatty means of buying people's hearts are becoming more and more serious, and often at night, they become a living example of the neighbours' refuting the old fog.

The next conclusion is naturally "the nobles have good and bad, is it much better or worse?" Roger did not get entangled with him too much, the topic changed, and came to "since the nobles have good and bad, then the noble's things It’s not all dirty.” Even with the foundation in front, Wuhan quickly defeated. Rogge did not let go, and then on the topic of "regardless of the source of the thing, as long as it is hard work, just when it comes, it is good."

　　Wuhan's eyes saw his position becoming increasingly loose, and he was worried. But Rogge never let go of the falling water dog, and soon recognized the vow of "don't contribute to the nobility" issued by the mist. Effortlessly, Rogge made Wuhan realize his own partiality. The small-mindedness is too inconsistent with the master's reputation.

　　 On this day, the two sat in the small courtyard and chopped firewood to taste tea. They seemed to have a leisurely mood. They didn't know how many enemies had broken down in the daily camp.

Wuxian's axe flew in his hand, and he chopped out neat pieces of firewood like a knife tofu. Rogge did not show weakness, he was as powerful as a cow, and at this moment he blessed himself with a "power of a wild cow", his fingers were like colorful flowers, the wooden pier was like a cooked chicken, and the wood was pulled out empty-handed.

　　 The two men are fighting to the most important point, that is, what exactly is this God, and does he swear by God?

Roger tore the wood viciously, and said: "Let's not say whether there is a god in this world, even if there is a god, what then?" In fact, Roger knew that there was a god, those angels. It didn't come out of nowhere. The fat man continued: "Aren't there so many miserable things in the world? Since there is a god, why doesn't it matter? If it can't be controlled, it also means that it has limited power, even if it is a god, it's not a panacea. . At best it's more powerful than you and me, but the essence is no different!"

Wuwu disagrees: "The reason why God is called God is because he stands on top of all things in the world and overlooks sentient beings. What God sees is not necessarily what we can see, what God smells, we may not be able to smell. The earth in this world , But it’s just the creation of God of Creation. It took me a lifetime to realize a little bit of God’s rules. That is what the mysterious Eastern Continent called Tao. The oath in the name of supreme existence , Since it has the highest effectiveness, it is worth observing with life."

Rogge secretly left a god to this "Tao", and Rodriguez gave himself a pitiful knowledge about this "Tao", only calling it the foundation of heaven and earth, the source of all things, and all The origin above God lies. These few words, how people can understand, it seems that this old guy himself was unclear during his lifetime. With the strength of the old thing, it is not impossible to go around the mysterious Eastern Continent with the strength of the old things, but he is too anxious and killed the Temple of Odi early, but the result attracted the light of judgment. When I think of this Rodriguez, I don’t know what happened this year, and I don’t feel his activity anymore. It seems to disappear.

The fat man wanted to think about it, but his mouth was not idle: "Even if God really has the greatest power, it is also because of our own limitations, we can't see the world beyond God. Just like a tactile, only Crawling insects only have the concept of length and width in its world. Let it understand what height is, maybe it is harder? It seems that ants will not understand your work, let your old antique understand God The world outside, hehe, hum!"

　　 "I don't understand, do you understand?" the old man said angrily.

　　 "I'm really embarrassed. It seems that these days, I know more about the rules of the world than you do." Roger said in a big voice.

The misty fantasy that hadn’t rested well for half a month finally couldn’t bear it and shouted, “Okay! Okay! Now it’s really young people’s world. I’ve lived my life as an old man for thirty years. The only thing is to cut wood. If your wood can be cut better than me, the old man has nothing to do, this old life is yours. You don’t have to struggle so hard every day with the old man. If you If you lose, the old man will be quiet!"

Roger sweated in his head and gritted his teeth: "I swear in the name of the Supreme God, let's say one thing!" But I thought: "Make you a big head ghost. The name of the Supreme God is about my farts, and cutting wood is better than you. Laozi has other ways! You old thing, there are many flaws! It's just you old thing, it turns out that I have been acting silly and fucking with me for the past half month, but it is a bit of a doorway. Let's wait and see!"

　　 Since these days, Rogge has seen Wuwu cut countless firewood. Fatty people used all kinds of detection methods in the past. Seeing that the old man had no grudge and no magic power, he felt relieved. But at this moment, seeing that thin arm like a stick of wood, waving a rusty axe, weak and weak, but cutting off a few pieces of wood very easily, the fat man felt that something was wrong.

Rogge picked up a piece of wood, and looked slowly, sweating down his forehead slowly, seeing that the fine wood was neither straight nor symmetrical, but the wood texture on the whole body was not broken, and it was natural. . Rogge picked up the rust axe and hugged the wooden pier. He also gently went down with an axe, but when he heard it, the wooden pier had no mark. Roger took a deep breath and compared his hand and foot, the spell read out, and several different halos flashed on his body, but he blessed himself with the "power of the cow", "the agility of the cat" plus an acceleration technique. He transported the axe again, still learning the mist and illusion, and slowly falling. This time the rusty axe split into the wood. Sure enough, it fell into it one by one, and there was no ordinary pier. Only the fat man gritted his teeth, his whole body appeared with blue tendons, and sawdust flew across the axe. If the foggy luck axe is completely smokeless, Roger's move is burning the forest.

　　It was easy to get a piece of firewood. Roger was going to pick it up and look closely. His fingers touched the place, but the fine firewood turned into wood dust.

　　 Roger wanted to cry without tears. After more than ten days of hard work, stuck in the last level, but was played by the fog to the end.

　　 But Wuhan did not expect that Rogge had another hand, called paranoia.

　　Roger never waved an axe again, but just hugged Mudun in the courtyard and thought hard about it, turning a blind eye to the surroundings and hearing nothing.

　　 It was already dark, Isabella came over and called Rogge, but the fat man was like a stone carving, and he was not moving. The girl had no choice but to put the food beside Rog. In a blink of an eye, it had frozen into a piece of ice, and the soup bowl also cracked.

　　 At night, the goose feathers and heavy snow fell from the sky, and Roger, who was sitting still, became a snowman.

　　 Early in the morning, Isabella exclaimed, took out a soft cloth, wiped away the snow from Rogge's whole body, turned away, and a drop of crystal tears fell.

Inside the house, Wuhan was tasting tea freely. The girl came in and begged, and Wuhan slowly said: "I can't persuade him, he has entered a dead end. Besides, these nobles, one died, it is one." The girl said angrily: "Grandpa, you did it on purpose from the beginning! Isn't it?"

　　 Wuhan did not speak again.

After the girl left, Mister Whisper whispered to herself, the voice seemed to be old for decades: "Grandpa is not a god, how can I expect such an ending, alas. Grandpa's hot temperament, I am afraid that it will cause you to be involved Now."

　　 When it was night again, Franco, Lens, Kate, Ete, and Fiss all came to the small courtyard, and after seeing the completely unspeakable Roger, they had nothing to do and did not dare to take care of it. No one said anything harshly, just stared into the misty eyes, and there was a bit more resentment. The old man was not afraid, but when Isabella came back and saw the nobles looking at her, the old man began to panic.

　　 It was already dark. Thunderous horseshoes sounded in the alley. The golden light of grievances spilled in the small courtyard. Ophelo walked into this small courtyard that could hardly stand.

　　Fantasy was so surprised that he never thought of a lower-level nobleman of ordinary appearance, and actually shocked the arrival of the only son of the Duke of the Principality. But the matter has come to this point, everything can only be destined.

　　Opheo frowned and sat quietly opposite Roger.

　　 This is a night.