There are those who fight for the sake of some great cause or ideology. Those who fight for the sake of their comrades, or for the sake of the people they love. Those who fight simply for greed or profit. And those who fight in the name of vengeance. 

However, not a single one of them is wrong. Each and every one of their motives stem from correct and proper human emotions. And that is why conflict never ceases. Even trying to quench one of these emotions, the yearning for revenge, is an exceedingly difficult task. And yet, to deny those emotions would be to deny being human itself. A most perplexing quandary, wouldn't you say?  

Warfare will never come to an end.” 

“The government you speak of is something that will forever be bound by the rigid thinking of bureaucrats such as yourself. It will never strive to be anything more.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

“Yours is a reign that shies away from upfront conflict, and no matter how hard you try to sugarcoat it with clever rhetoric, there is one fact that will not change.  

The only thing your reign will accomplish is maintaining the current status quo. Even if you were to usher in temporary peace and share your wealth with the other states, the very moment all the powers have built up their strength to a suitable level, china will once again thust into an era of conflict.  

Do not brush away the issue with what you believe to be the reality of the world. To guide the world towards a better future is the duty of one who governs... onw who rules over others, wouldn’t you say?” 

“And what, pray tell would this future entail?” 

“Bringing an end to the warring states period entirely” 

“Absolutely absurd. I have already told you, have I not? To make war is an expression of human nature, it is without a doubt, a hallmark of human society. To reject that is rejecting being human itself! 

If you cannot accept this in your efforts to rule, then the world will never be able toi make progress” 

“You are wrong! It is you and your ilk that have greatly mistaken man´s true nature. 

It is true that man is plagued by greed. They lie and cheat, and in fits of hatred commit murder. Ill concede that these unsightly and brutal aspects are also one side of mankind. But you can be sure that is not their true nature deep down. It is from your mistaken impressions, that you presume man shall never be free of conflict. By operating under that mindset, no matter how hard your efforts, none of your actions can be considered as making progress for the human race. For you have given up in mankind itself. ” 

“Oh vey interesting. If your majesty is willing to go that far then may I ask just what exactly is mankind's true nature in your opinion? With no white washing if you please, let us hear the words from the man who, in the city of kantan, experienced what true darkness man is capable of. Please enlighten your humble servant” 

“Of course, after all, that was where I took my first steps. 

(Memories of his past flash through his mind. From that place where as a child he was tortured and mistreated, and from a woman who, without connection to him, sacrificed her life for him, and died leaving behind a smile and a dream for him.) 

I believe that the true nature possessed by mankind... Is that of light. 

At the age of nine, I was whisked away from the city of kantan by a certain group of black merchants. However, Zhao was relentless in his pursuit. And in the end Shika, the leader of that group... Gave up her life to protect me.  

The time I spent together with her numbered only a few days, but it was within her that I first witnessed the compassion and stength a person is capable of... As well as... a powerful light. 

At first, I believed that Shika was unique. That the exceptional light I saw belonged to her alone. But that was not the case. All the people that have fallen thus far, though their form and their circumstances may differ, every single one of them... Died while furiously giving off the “light” that resided within them. And that light is then inherited by the next person. Where it will go on to shine with an even greater radiance.  

And thus people are connected together, allowing us to work towards a better tomorrow.  

People fall to darkness because they have lost sigth of true nature of the light within them. Unable to find that light, they flounder desperately wile suffering in agony, only to give birth to tragedy. And there is no greater cause of tragedy, no greater source of darkness, than warfare” 

Yasuhira Hara, capitulo 425-427 

“As a prince without power, I cannot change the tragedy that happened in the past. I cannot right the wrongs you have suffered, I cannot bring the case, which has already been settled by the king himself, to court again. I cannot give you the justice you should have, I cannot even provide an acceptable explanation to the people you treasured in the past.” 

Thales stared at the two corpses on the floor in indignation. When he remembered the countless corpses in the prison, he said sorrowfully, “When I face you, who gave up so much, lost so much, and had to bear so much on your shoulders, I simply do not know what else I can do for you. So, if we are bound to die in this place… 

“…then I would want to leave without anything weighing down on my heart, and I would do so by letting go of the fear inside myself, and by putting an end to my regrets for you. I also want you to leave in peace.” 

Thales smiled in anguish, and his smile was unpleasant to the eyes. He looked like a patient who had reached his final moments in life. Zakriel did not move. 

“I do not want the others to continue hating. I do not what you to continue bearing the crimes that do not belong to you in the darkness. I want to have them understand, or at least try to.” 

Thales bowed his head and heaved a long sigh again. Through that sigh, he felt as though he had just let go of all the resentment he felt on this day. 

“Compared to this…” The prince raised his head. This time, there was no longer any agony or hesitation on the prince’s face; there was only a relaxed smile that came from releasing all of his burdens. He faced the Knight of Judgment, who looked like he was on the verge of collapsing. 

“My secret is no longer that important, right?” 

As he stood in the center of the floor, Quick Rope stared dazedly at Thales acting in such a manner. He was not the only one. Zakriel did not provide a response, and neither did he take any action. 

Thales shook his head. He pushed the grief in his heart further down into his heart, and forced himself to smile a second time. 

“So, I am not doing this just for myself.” Thales looked at Zakriel before he turned his head around to look at the other people around him. “This is also for them.” 

“Them?” Zakriel repeated absentmindedly. 

Right when he said these words, the guards around him reacted in different ways. 

The prince continued calmly and seriously, “They should know that, be it past or the present, their commanding officer and watchman has always been such a person. Immanuel Zakriel was and will never be a traitor who will betray his loyalty for his own selfishness, and neither is he a lunatic who lost his mind because he was imprisoned for years.” 

Tardin sighed and lowered his head. Canon’s face contorted in agony. Bruley’s face was filled with gloom. 

“They should know that you are still the Zakriel they trusted, respected, and loved; that you are still the Knight of Judgment who upholds his own beliefs, who kept to his sacred duties, and who loved his brothers.” 

Samel’s face was conflicted. Beldin had grief on his face. 

“They need to know what you have done for them. They have to know of your sacrifice, hard work, and the battles you fought. Even your most unreasonable action is carried out because of your mission. You just wanted to destroy the fearsome calamity, that is all.” 

Barney Junior clutched his injured right arm and bit down on his bottom lip. His gaze as he stared at Zakriel became even more complicated. 

“They have to know that they owe you, the Watchman of the Royal Guards, an apology and a word of thanks.” 

At some unknown point in time, Zakriel had stopped moving in the darkness he had buried himself into. 

As Samel listened to all of this, he closed his eyes and turned his head away. Barney Junior, who had just overcome his trauma, stared at Zakriel. There was endless grief hidden in his eyes. The others were in no better shape. 

An indescribable silence descended upon them again. 

Thales chuckled. It was an indifferent and faint one. “My apologies. This is the last thing I can do for you.” He stared at Zakriel seriously. “At least, you do not have have bear through this alone again. You do not have to grit your teeth and pretend to be strong. 

“At least, I can let them see the true you. I can let them understand and see just what sort of burden you have on your shoulders. You have suffered too much injustice, and had too many people misunderstand you. I do not want my death to also be part of the injustice you had to suffer. 

“At least, I hope that from today onwards, there will be a little less cruelty and coldness in the darkness that you still have to continue to struggle against.” 

Even though Thales said all these words, Zakriel merely continued to keep his head low like before. He kept his face buried beyond the light. 

In the end, the teenager sighed when he felt a wave of dizziness hit him again. He quirked up a corner of his lips, snorted, and shook his head. 

“So, yes, I am a calamity. That’s the end of the conversation.” 

Zakriel seemed to have been struck dumb. The other people, too, kept quiet. Then, Thales sighed and spoke. 

“Alright, now…” The teenager stared at Zakriel with a look as if he had been relieved of his burdens. “Let us put an end to this.” 

The silence continued for nearly ten seconds. Eventually, Zakriel slowly raised his axe in the darkness. His hand moved very slowly. In fact, it was shaking… yet he still managed to lift it. 

Thales closed his eyes quietly and waited for that moment to come. He did not have to wait long. 

Masterless sword, 2018, capitulo 463 

 

The most important words a man can say are, “I will do better.” These are not the most important words any man can say. I am a man, and they are what I needed to say. 
 
  The ancient code of the Knights Radiant says “journey before destination.” Some may call it a simple platitude, but it is far more. A journey will have pain and failure. It is not only the steps forward that we must accept. It is the stumbles. The trials. The knowledge that we will fail. That we will hurt those around us. 
 
  But if we stop, if we accept the person we are when we fall, the journey ends. That failure becomes our destination. 
 
  To love the journey is to accept no such end. I have found, through painful experience, that the most important step a person can take is always the next one. 

Brandon Sanderson, 2017, Prefacio 

The sun in the darkness gave off the power of the law of origin. The power to tear open the night contained an inexplicable aura. This aura belonged to Wang Lin because he had created the spell. 

However, even though it belonged to Wang Lin, not even he understood what the aura was! He just had a feeling that this aura was the root of Sundered Night and the root of the law of origin. It was formed by Wang Lin’s faith! 

This faith was the faith to tear open the dark night and break out from the ordinary. It was also a heaven-defying will! 

If the dark night was seen as the layers of bondage on the body, if the dark night was seen as the rules of the world that made a man an ant, if the dark night was the countless mountains that fell on Wang Lin. 

Then the power to tear open the dark night was his true defying will! 

Unless one had a heaven-defying will, they couldn’t create such a spell. If one didn’t have something they would not and could not give up, it would be impossible to create this kind of spell! 

Wang Lin initially didn’t understand, but after seeing the aura inside the sun, he vaguely understood why he could create Sundered Night! 

Because of his unwillingness to give up Li Muwan, he was going to tear apart the dark night of the world! For Li Muwan, he was going to make it so the night could no longer cover his eyes! 

This was Sundered Night! 

This was the spell Wang Lin had created for Li Muwan! Even though this spell had nothing to do with Li Muwan, Wang Lin’s heart, will, pursuit, and persistence were all clearly displayed in the first spell he had created. 

He thought about his Wan Er for a moment inside the sun. 

Fighting against people, fighting against beasts, fighting against the earth, fighting against the heavens, fighting against space, fighting against all things, fight against the Immortal Astral Continent. All of this was the dark night, and everything Wang Lin had done was for one goal! 

To tear open the layers of darkness that covered his eyes and search for the light after the darkness of night! 

This was Sundered Night!! 

Wang Lin didn’t understand before and was confused himself. However, now, with the help of the Soul Armor and his current cultivation level, he understood it a bit after using Sundered Night. 

This was the first spell he had created, and the only spell that contained his own faith. It accompanied his indomitable soul and fused with it to form a spell surpassing dao spells! 

This spell had completely fused with his body, his life, and his faith. 

Er Gen, 2020,  capitulo 1878 

Por las noches no consigo conciliar el sueño. Las cosas hay que estudiarlas a fondo para poder entenderlas. 

Algunos han sido condenados por el gobernador del distrito a llevar la carga al cuello, hay quien ha recibido sus buenas bofetadas del cacique del lugar, quien ha visto a los guardias apoderarse de su mujer, e incluso algunos han perdido a sus padres arrastrados al suicidio por la presión de los acreedores. Y con todo, a ninguno se le ha visto nunca un rostro tan temeroso y tan feroz como ayer. 

Lo más extraño ha sido aquella mujer, ayer, en la calle. Estaba pegando a su hijo mientras le decía: 

« ¡Desvergonzado! ¡Sólo dándote unos cuantos mordiscos me quedaría a gusto!» Y mientras eso decía me miraba a mí. No pude ocultar un sobresalto; y entonces, aquel grupo de hombres vampiro rompieron en so- noras carcajadas. Chen el Quinto llegó corriendo y me arrastró hasta casa. 

Me arrastró a casa, pero allí fingieron no conocerme. Sus miradas eran idénticas a las de los otros. Entré en el estudio y echaron el cerrojo por fuera, como si encerraran a una gallina. Esto me hace aún todo más inexplicable. 

Hace unos días vino uno de nuestros arrendatarios de la aldea Los lobos a informarnos de la mala cosecha. Le contó a mi hermano que la gen- te de la aldea había matado a un criminal del lugar, y que algunas personas le habían arrancado el corazón y el hígado y se los habían comido, después de freírlos, para aumentar su propio valor. Al interrumpir yo la conversación, el arrendatario y mi hermano me dirigieron varias mira- das. Hoy es cuando me he dado cuenta de que sus miradas brillaban igual que las del grupo que encontré en la calle. 

Cuando lo pienso, un escalofrío me recorre todo el cuerpo. 

Si son capaces de comer hombre, ¿por qué no iban a comerme a mí? 

Piensa, si no, en los mordiscos de aquella madre, en las carcajadas del grupo de hombres vampiro, en las palabras del arrendatario: evidente- mente se trata de una contraseña. Veo que sus palabras son todas veneno; sus risas, puros cuchillos; y sus dientes, tan blancos y bien afilados. Son ciertamente individuos que comen hombre. 

A mi modo de ver, aunque no soy una mala persona, desde que pisé el libro de los Ku es difícil saberlo. Parece como si ellos tuvieran intenciones ocultas que yo no puedo adivinar. Además, en cuanto se enfadan con alguien no dudan en calificarlo de criminal. Recuerdo cuando mi hermano me enseñaba a disertar; por bueno que fuese el personaje sobre el que versaba la disertación, bastaba que yo escribiera cuatro frases de crítica para que mi hermano las subrayara en señal de aprobación; y si disculpaba en mi escrito a personajes malos, me decía: «eres verdaderamente original, un genio en llevar la contraria al cielo.» Cómo voy yo a adivinar cuáles son los verdaderos pensamientos de esa gente; y más aún tratándose del momento en que piensan comer. 

Las cosas hay que estudiarlas a fondo para poder entenderlas. En la antigüedad a menudo se comía carne humana, yo también me acuerdo, aunque no tengo una idea muy clara. Me he puesto a hojear la historia, pero esta historia no menciona fechas o épocas; en todas las páginas apa- recen, de través, los ideogramas ren yi, tao te (bondad y moral). Me ha sido imposible conciliar el sueño, la mayor parte de la noche me la he pa- sado leyendo atentamente, y al final he descubierto, entre líneas, que todo el libro está ocupado por dos ideogramas: chi ren (comer hombre). 

El libro está lleno de ideogramas, muchas fueron las palabras del arrendatario, pero todos, sonriendo, me contemplan fijamente con ese extraño fulgor. 

Yo también soy hombre, ¡ellos piensan comerme! 

Lu Hsun, 1918, capitulo 3 

You are not born human, you become one 

Tony Valente, 2013, capitulo 3 

“¿Por qué me habéis abandonado?” 

Se sentó en el suelo con la espalda apoyada en la pared. Remolinos de viento. Llovizna fria. Se echó por encima la manta con la que en su día arropó al oso. Era suave, pero no tanto como el abrazo de su peluche gigante. ¿cómo iba a encontrar la paz en aquel patio? Olía al humo de los aspersores de las cocinas, las tuberías sonaban como las tripas de un coloso, la sirena de una ambulancia hacía temblar las ventanas, a través de las cuales los vecinos arrojaban miserias de pareja. 

Se llevó las manos a la cara. 

Y escuchó unas notas conocidas. 

Una voz blanca tarareaba las primeras notas de la appassionata. 

Miró hacia arriba. Era una niña, algo menor que su hija. Había abierto la ventana de su dormitorio en el primer piso, justo encima de la sastrería, lo suficiente para asomar la cabecita que apoyaba de lado sobre sus propios brazos. Tenía el pelo calado y un reguerito de agua discurra por su nariz respingona, pero se mostraba yranquila, sin que les afectase ni el frio, ni el humo, ni los sonidos de desagüe ni las crisis de los vecinos. Se limitaba a tatarear la canción qué un día escuchó a través del patio mientras observaba a Gabriel... 

Con una inmensa paz.  

-Gracias, preciosa – le susurró el sastre desde abajo- por recordarme que la paz no está en lo alto de un silencioso árbol de mil metros. La paz está en un corazón en calma en mitad del caos. Está dentro de nosotros, como todo lo demás. 

Andres Pascual, Ecequiel Barricart, 2017, capitulo 11 

"Always plan for the worst, that way all your surprises will be pleasant ones." 

Robert Jordan, Ch. 10, 1991. 

"All of these are not your intentions."

"But this is the power of power."

The power of power.

Tells was speechless.

The Black Prophet continued to stare at him with a full smile, but no warmth in his eyes.

"Before that, everyone must have warned you, whether it was Earl Casso or Lady Gini, or even Your Majesty: As a prince of stars, the Duke of Star Lake, the heir to the throne of this kingdom, your decision will have a far-reaching impact, afterglow endless."

Tells took a deep breath: "I know, I will try to make up..."

But Morat suddenly shouted loudly, overshadowing his confession:

"But maybe they haven't told you the crueler part: what you did is not really important compared to where you are."

"How to make up will not help."

Tyres looked up in amazement.

"what?"

Doesn't matter?

To no avail?

The old man moved the wheelchair to him, his voice hoarse:

"Because your "behavior" itself is more influential than its content and substance."

"The important thing is not what you did, not whether you did it or not, not even if you did it right or wrong, but you were there."

At that moment, the black prophet's eyes looked like a bottomless black hole, with a suction force never seen before, which covered Taylors firmly:

"It's your location and existence."

What matters is not what you did...

It is your position and existence...

Tails frowned, staring at the old man.

But what he thought of was another "person" in his mind:

[Tears, this world, they don’t hate us... what they don’t forgive and unacceptable is not our behavior...]

[It is our existence. 】

"Under the power of power, you have a different position from others, and the gap is fixed. No matter what you do upstream of power, what will happen will always happen."

The black prophet's expression was indifferent, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Tyers, but he seemed to look far into the distance:

"When you are a little rough, the torrent is rolling."

"You underestimate, but the color is heavy."

"You whisper, you are deafening."

Morat sighed slowly, feeling inexplicably:

"Power, it pours down like a flash of torrents: from you, to the nobleman who was the blade leader, to the merchant Dagori and the old blacksmith Gibbon, to Miss Bellisia and the poor Fruit and vegetable farmers, up to the thousands of people all over the kingdom, can't do anything."

"No one can pull it, and no one can stop it."

"This is the'weak spot' that will ultimately prevent you from reuniting with your childhood playmates for many years."

Tells froze.

[His Royal Highness, IMHO, it’s easy to find their whereabouts...]

[But, after finding it? 】

Gilbert's words sounded in his mind:

[Have you ever thought about your rewards, rewards, or even just secretly observing, is it possible to affect them? 】

[It’s easy to do one thing, but it’s extremely difficult to deal with the innumerable consequences of this matter perfectly. 】

Thinking of this, Tyers grew more depressed.

"You mean... no matter what I do, power will always distort what I do, and as a prince, I can only accept it in exchange for a cold and hard heart?"

Morat did not speak, and he looked carefully at the teenager in front of him.

There was silence in the interrogation room for a while.

Until the eyes of the black prophet refocused:

"In fact, in order to prevent such accidents and losses, upstream of power, at the top of the crowd, around us..."

"A high wall was built from this."

Tells raised his head.

The black prophet's eyes were shining, and he said:

"Let's avoid a noble person like you, a buffer wall that has been lost forever."

"Thereby separating the flash of power from the thunder."

Morat turned his wheelchair and looked at the empty interrogation room:

"So we have the social etiquette, the fashion of life, the decoration of the facade, the style of behavior... These seemingly unrelated factors are all the result of power, and it is the social dam that it builds on its own during the operation."

"Different groups are used to distinguish people, differences are used to separate high and low, rejections are used to label categories, and breaks are used to regulate behavior."

"Come and tell the world: They are very different from me and others." (Theyareallthatwearenot.)

Tells frowned.

The Black Prophet's eyes are sharp:

"Yes, they interrupted communication, fostered estrangement, fostered conflict, and marked class."

"But it also built a natural flood pond for the barbaric power of rampage."

Looking at the puzzled Tells, Morat snorted softly:

"Yesterday, if you drank that glass of wine according to etiquette, if you followed the aristocratic fashion and ate something else, if you wrote "No Duelling" on the facade, if you insisted on the royal solitary style of the royal family, not the security Protesters like Kerr Bailar refused to come..."

Morat remarked:

"And here, this is the "weakness" you exposed yesterday-at least one."

He didn't go on.

But Thales's brows grew tighter.

The prince suddenly remembered that, on the day he returned to Eternal Star City, Mallos impersonally prevented the prince from showing his head and insisted that he stay in the carriage in a low-key manner, saying that this would "reduce a lot of trouble."

And he...

He proudly gave Mallos a sword.

Morat exhaled, allowing the black veins of his knees to stretch randomly:

"Most nobles and high-ranking people have grown up under such norms since childhood, almost instinct: they know to act with self-control, to be cautious, to be ceremonial, to be serious and upright, they subconsciously practice segmentation And the principle of segmentation to avoid becoming a bad role model and breaking the dyke, letting power—whether it is top-down suction or bottom-up buoyancy— devour them."

With a feeling of loss to the bottom, Tells snorted ironically.

"You mean, I need to go back and rebuild my etiquette class?"

But the black prophet looked sharply, ignoring his intervention:

"But it also breeds a problem for these people for daily use without knowing it: they are used to doing it like instinct, but they don't know why."

"They can't cross this high wall and the dam. Outside of the norms, they will be at a loss as they face the brutal posture of power after breaking free."

The old man in the wheelchair looked directly at Taylors and his tone changed:

"But His Highness, you, you are different."

Tells was startled.

The black prophet slightly curled his mouth:

"Although you came from a noble background, you started to feel cold."

"You are based on the upper reaches of the big river, but you can experience the monstrous waves on the other side of the river more than most noble children and young officials."

"And today you saw how they are insignificantly caused by the tiny ripples under your noble fingertips."

Tells bit his lower lip.

"First these messes, then my past..."

The prince suppressed the chaos and confusion in his heart:

"Having said so much, you want me to stand on this high wall, make trade-offs between power gains and losses, make sacrifices, ignore and accept the "huge waves" after the "ripple", and then be considered to overcome the weakness and become Really'powerful'?"

Speaking of which, Tyers felt depressed.

Morat stared at him for a long time.

But unexpectedly, the old man finally shook his head.

"Do not."

"I told you to eliminate my weaknesses."

"But the means need not be rigid."

The next second, the tone of the black prophet hurried, and every word contained strength:

"When there is a little turbulence, there will be a torrent of water."

"Understated, there will be heavy ink."

"Whisper quietly and you will be deafened."

Morat's eyes flashed, including a blade:

"From another perspective, this is not a weakness, but an advantage."

"It is the real power of power."

"How many people dream of power."

At that moment, Tells had an illusion:

The old man in a wheelchair in front of him embodies the deepest point in the endless darkness and devours all the light.

King Nunn, King Chaman, King Kessel...these people seemed to be on the dark side, looking at him faintly.

The black veined vines made an ominous noise, and the creeps became more intense.

"You don't drink well, let countless brewing workers lay off their jobs and be laid off and unemployed by the banquet organizers' doubts and doubts about your preference..."

"But your definite taste in wine and drinks can also force wine merchants to think harder to make better wine, or do everything possible to expand new business routes for export abroad."

The black prophet suddenly became aggressive:

"Your reckless duel at the banquet will cause thousands of young people to blaze the streets with impulses."

"But your courage and fearlessness in the face of the duel can also inspire the kingdom's martial spirit and sweep away the obsession."

"Your tolerance and forgiveness to the criminals like Bailar will make countless subjects unstable and ready to move."

"But your harsh pursuit of justice and life can also warn people's spirits, deter unhealthy practices, and unite the people of high cleanliness to go through the flames for you."

"You have become a common practice in the banquet, and the results will be effective, which will lead the profit-seeking villains to flock to the crowd, and fight for the misfortune of the people."

"But you can also turn your palms into words, make contributions, lead the kingdom and open the way out in the future."

Tells stunned the secretive intelligence manager.

I saw the old man gloomy and authentic:

"You, who are on both sides of the high wall, should focus on these, not on the ruins of power after the flood tide."

The power of power.

Taylors stared at Morat, confused and confused.

But he immediately remembered another passage:

[Trust me, your people can always give you unexpected, counterproductive feedback. 】

[People will always respond to the ruler by surprise and surprise him. 】

Duke Xihuang seemed to stand in front of him again, with a terrifying face, and smiled unconsciously at him.

Tells felt a block.

"But you said," he said hardly:

"My "behavior" itself is more influential than its content and substance."

"No matter how I do it, there will be countless messes, and if I make up for it..."

"Yes!"

The black prophet interrupted him loudly, but the viper's vocal voice was very forceful at this moment:

"So, you have to be more dedicated and go all out,"

"Trying to make the content and substance of your actions," he held out his finger and pointed to Tyers' heart:

"Beyond itself."

"The original sin that transcends its position and existence, in turn, covers its weaknesses."

"You are worried that with your power bonus, your concern for your childhood companions will become their ferry bell?" The black prophet suddenly mentioned the things that Taylors care about most: "Then you have to think more about how Let your concern, your behavior, go beyond the limitations brought about by your power, and drive away the rushing ferry boat."

Tells was uncertain and confused.

"What you have to do is not make up, but control. Not standing on this high wall and sighing, but riding this high wall and making waves."

The black prophet snorted: "There is a proverb in the Far East..."

"Gentlemen serve things, villains serve things."

Tells pondered silently.

"His Royal Highness," Morat pressed the arm of the chair, and the black veined vines on the top gradually calmed down: "The first king does."

Masterless Sword, Capitulo 581

“To answer a broad question in a way that we can understand, a concrete answer is needed, and that requires us to pay attention to the details. Just as when we study the stars, we focus on the movement of them and draw the beautiful and fixed lines down, which in the end becomes the subject of astrology.”

“That is why to answer the question of what the Firmament is, we begin from studying every specific line and every Qi, then seek the end of the world and feel the limits of primordial Qi. The same goes for the studying of Etiquette. We should start from details. If you want to ask me, what answer we will get if we study details and specific aspects of Courtesy…”

“I can tell nothing but my own understanding, that is: Etiquette is about rules."

Mao Ni, capitulo 82

Sadly, everyone would eventually grow old and wise. More responsibilities would weigh down their shoulders, enough to make them bend their waists. They would be more diligent to think but lazier to feel.

Mao Ni, capitulo 306