Mrs. Filscher looked at her granddaughter and asked, "Why didn't I see anger in your eyes when I said this name?"

"Because I've been trying to get my anger away from you since I was a kid."

"Ha ha."

Hearing this, Mrs. Filscher did not get angry at all, but instead waved her hand and motioned for her granddaughter to sit down.

Philomena sat down in front of Mrs. Fisher, and her father, who was lying on the side of the coffee table, moved his head and rubbed his face on the upper of his shoe.

"Tell me how you lost."

Philomena has told everything from the selection in Yorktown to the final selection at Fort Ogrev.

She didn't have the slightest bit of personal emotion in the whole story, as if she herself was just an unrelated bystander.

While listening, Mrs. Fisher lowered her head and continued to knit her sweater. After Philomena finished speaking, she did not stop what she was doing, but said calmly:

"The reason for the failure is not entirely yours. I think the parents of the young people in the York City area should have guessed in advance that there will be teamwork in the final selection.

You stayed in York City alone, with no elders by your side, and it was normal that you didn't guess this in advance. After all, you've stayed here since you were a child and didn't go out much.

Alas, but even if you take your dad to accompany you, it's useless, isn't it? "

Philomena was silent.

"However, you have lost your power of observation. You said that the young man named Karen performed as well as you in the selection of York City area. Have you ever thought about why he went with those people? Does the Academic Affairs Building participate in the final selection?

So have you ever thought about why they share food and water and have intimate interactions after entering Ogrev Fortress?

Then have you ever thought about why a young man who you admit is as good as you is willing to play with those few people?

He is not bored, he is not arrogant, he really likes that group of 'children' chatting around him?

Because there is a purpose, there will be patience. "

"Yes, now I understand."

"No, you don't understand. Compared with him, you lack not only this bit of patience, but also here..." Mrs. Filscher picked up the knitting tag and poked her granddaughter's forehead, "He is more than you, Wisdom."

"I admit."

"Taking reality as a dream shows arrogance, and in the end, you have to pay for it by yourself. You lost a good opportunity that should have been easy to get.

Hehe, there is only a small snack between you and the Gate of Reincarnation. "

Philomena was silent again.

"Forget it, if you lose it, you will lose it. Who is Karen in his family?"

"do not know."

"You lost to him, but didn't investigate him?"

"No."

"You don't hate him."

"Don't hate."

Mrs. Filscher nodded and said, "It's not bad, at least I can lose openly."

Philomena was still sitting there.

After a long time, Mrs. Phil said, "Go and rest."

"Yes, grandma."

Philomena got up and went to the stairs, and she saw her father following her up.

Mrs. Filscher looked at this scene and said with a smile:

"Yo, look, it really likes you."

Philomena went upstairs by herself to her room.

Her bedroom is monotonous, with a bed, a wardrobe, and no other furniture.

Who would spend too much thought on arranging in a dream?

She took off her clothes in the bedroom, then walked to the bathroom naked. After taking a shower, she walked back to the bedroom naked and lay on the bed naked.

Looking at the ceiling, eyes widened.

For some people, insomnia has always been a very troubling problem;

For her, the most troublesome thing is how to "wake up".

The moon outside the window was already hanging high, and she finally closed her eyes slowly.

dreaming,

She opened her eyes.

Philomena stood in front of a wooden house surrounded by an elaborate fence of flowers and vegetables.

She took a deep breath, and the expression on her face that had been stiff was finally relieved at this time.

The door of the wooden house was pushed open, and the father in the old leather jacket and the mother, who was dressed simply and cleanly, came out holding hands.

The mother scolded: "Philomena, you are having fun again, and you dared not go home yesterday!"

The father hurriedly comforted the mother: "Okay, okay, the daughter has grown up, she has her own ideas." Then, the father winked at Philomena, "Come in, my mother and I will go to the meeting. Come back from the city to change some seeds, and the table in the house has prepared a meal for you."

Philomena smiled, turned sideways, and watched the figures of her parents gradually recede.

After a while, she walked into the room. On the wooden table, there were bacon, bread, milk, and miso.

Philomena sat down, dipped the bacon in the miso, and sent it into her mouth. The flavor of the bacon and the mellowness of the miso were just right, which was Philomena's favorite flavor.

At this moment, Philomena sensed that the pet dog under the table was rubbing against her trouser legs, making a "humming" sound, obviously, it was also greedy.

"Okay, okay, darling, I'll give you something to eat, I'll give you something to eat."

Philomena picked up another piece of bacon, dipped it in sauce, and brought it to the table.

"Is it delicious?" Philomena asked.

"Wang!"

Mrs. Filscher under the table nodded vigorously.

…

The morning sun is always so elegant and calm, touching everything from top to bottom.

Karen picked up a piece of hawthorn in his right hand and put it into his mouth. With his left hand, he turned over a page of Mr. Hofen's formation notes. The Rubik's Cube floating in front of him was turning rapidly.

"Ah~"

Karen looked at the time, he had been reading for three hours, he stopped reading and put away the Rubik's cube.

Having learned the lesson that he almost fainted last time, Karen is very careful when studying now.

After stretching, Karen stood up and walked outside the study. Dora and Doreen were sitting in the yard painting, with Mrs. Daishan standing beside them.

Attentive and delicate Alfred has cultivated many kinds of flowers in several flowerbeds when he renovated this yard, and now this season is the time for recovery.

Karen eased his steps and sat down on the bench behind him, where he wanted to bask in the sun.

At this moment, Pique passed by, saw Karen and walked back immediately, and then held several newspapers and handed them to Karen.

On the top is "Order Weekly", the front page headline is the Holy See's explanation and introduction of the new reform measures, and the second page is its own photo, occupying almost one-third of the page.

When the fingertips touched the photo twice, the photo moved by itself, restoring the scene at that time.

The reporter named Meilier reported in great detail, but Karen did not read the report about him carefully, but closed the Weekly Order and put it aside.

He needs to give his brain a break now, so he picks up the Wien Journal next to him.

The headline on the front page is about a lawsuit: a man who grew up in a colony, then came to Wayne to develop, started as a low-end black worker, and eventually became the owner of a mineral company, sued the Wayne Royal Army Command.

The reason is that when he was very young, Wayne's army entered his original country and came to the village where he lived, not only looting the property of the villagers, but also gathering the women in the village to insult.

His mother was among them.

Now, he is suing the Royal Army Command of Wayne on this ground, asking the Army Command to plead guilty and compensate for the atrocities committed in his village.

This news can be said to have received a lot of attention recently, but Karen has been busy with the selection for a while, so he didn't understand it. Of course, there is another reason that his life circle has been separated from ordinary people to a certain extent. social category.

Karen admired the boss, forbeared and struggled to get to where he is today, and put his wealth and influence at risk to promote this lawsuit.

The lower part of the front page also has a photo, which should be a courtroom in the background, with three young men crying.

They were young men from that colonial village who had recently been granted Wien citizenship.

But they were not here to be witnesses for the boss, but for the Wien Army Command.

They beat their chests in court and cried hoarsely: "Their grandmother and the boss's mother, who were prostitutes back then, volunteered to serve the Wayne Army for money, and they all volunteered!"

"Actually, it's hard for me to understand their behavior." Teacher Daishan appeared behind Karen and said, looking at the newspaper.

Karen asked, "Hard to understand?"

"Do you think they testified like this in order to get citizenship?

Actually no, they got their citizenship after they came to Weien to go to school and got their diploma after they accumulated working age. They didn't use their citizenship to do business with them in this case, and my friend who is a reporter told me, They did not receive bribes and threats. Valley Turret

The Ministry of Finance of the Empire was preparing to reduce the army's military expenditure, so it acquiesced to the convening of this lawsuit. The army headquarters was caught by surprise. These three young people came forward and asked to be witnesses.

So, you know what I mean, they came from the heart, they really believed it, they believed it, and they wept bitterly that their grandmothers were prostitutes who volunteered to serve the soldiers of the Wayne Army. "

"I know."

Teacher Dai Shan said: "But what the truth is like, I believe that people with normal thinking and logic can think clearly, but I can't understand the actions of the three of them."

Karen put down the newspaper and said, "This can only mean one thing."

"what's up?"

"The Venn Empire did an excellent job of educating the colonies on spiritual castration."

"Mental castration?"

"It's like performing a castration operation on a pet. In fact, the human spirit, no, is the spirit of a group, and it can also perform similar operations.

Through economic, cultural, political and other aspects, especially culture, through various cultural channels and media to carry out spiritual manipulation and guidance, first erase their subject identity cognition, and then reshape the new identity that Wayne wants them to have. Knowing, thus completing a kind of spiritual castration of the ethnic group.

You wonder why they say such absurd things from the heart, but they really want to identify and believe from their hearts.

This kind of psychology and behavior that you can't understand is called "objective and independent thinking" by them. "

"Mr. Cullen is very researched in this area?"

"No, it's just that I've seen it a lot. Isn't Mrs. Dashan a Ween?"

"I'm a Venn, but I'm half St. Antis."

"Oh, hehe." Karen smiled, intending to end the topic.

"Mr. Cullen, I'm very interested in the kind of racial castration you just mentioned. Do you have any related books that you can recommend to me?"

"Sorry, I don't have one here."

"Then how do you think this phenomenon will develop in the future?"

"As information transmission technology improves, this phenomenon will only get worse."

"Mr. Cullen..."

"Okay, Miss Daishan, you have too many questions. I want to take a break, sorry."

Teacher Dai Shan smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"fine."

"A small request, I heard Dora and Doreen say that you have a lot of books in your study, I think..."

"You can borrow books at will, but you need to report to Alfred, and then remember to return them in time."

"Okay, of course, thank you for your generosity."

In fact, "returning it in time" is a nonsense, but Karen has to say, because there is still the spiritual imprint of the bright old man in his study. If the book is lost much more, Karen is worried that the old man will not exist.

Teacher Dashan was found by Alfred, and Alfred must have done a background check before that.

It's time for Alfred to do it all over again, to see if she's touched something lately.

Some time before lunch, Karen returned to the study with the newspaper, just as the phone rang.

Karen picked up the phone.

"Hey, I'm looking for Karen."

"team leader."

"Haha, our mission is completed, we will go back to York City tomorrow, I know you passed the final selection, but I think you should be tired of hearing the sound of 'congratulations', and it seems to me that you can pass the selection. It is inevitable, so there is no need for politeness between us."

"Captain, are you okay?"

"I want to set the stage, it's too direct to say things directly, it's not good."

"Let's just say it, Captain, we don't need to be polite."

"Okay, I just came out of the office of a friend of mine in Sangpu City, and he just showed me a document issued by the [Whip of Order] headquarters, oh, yes, and the spirit of the Holy See document, this seems to be Signed up."

"I just saw it in the newspaper, but the headquarters document, I don't know."

"Actually, I didn't say it clearly, but I guessed the meaning of the above. I won't explain the policy to you. I will skip this step and tell the result directly, okay? After all, the inter-city phone bill is much more expensive than the city's."

"Okay, Captain."

"You young people who participated in the final selection are likely to be incorporated into the Whip of Order team for a period of experience, so I want to ask you, did you make good friends when you participated in the trial?"

"No."

"Oh... that's a pity."

"We handed in a lot of players."

"Dry!"

The other end of the phone paused for a while, and then said, "So, did you want to be independent from my team for a long time?"

"Captain, we don't need to be polite."

"Well, the meaning is probably that after your team is established, it will have a high level of autonomy. After all, your status is very special, and it must be the key training target of the gods in the future."

"so what?"

"So if you form your own Whiplash of Order team, after forming it, you have the right to choose whether to attach to the squadron leader and which one to attach to."

"Oh, I see, Mr. Squadron Captain."

"Okay, Mr. Captain."

The phone hangs up.

Karen looked at the microphone and couldn't help shaking her head and smiling. The captain made a special call to make this promise.

but…

Can you form your own Whip of Order squad?

Doesn't that mean that he can justifiably bring Ventura, Asley, Bart, Mars, and Blanche into his team as subordinates?

What a high-quality Whip of Order squad this must be!

Karen was already looking forward to it.

In the warehouse, Pu'er was sitting on a coffin, sticking out his two claws, and began to rub slowly in the air, and a ball of fire appeared.

When Kevin saw the fireball, he immediately shrank his head, obviously leaving a shadow.

Pu'er threw the fireball on the ground. The fireball spread out and turned into a red star. A red sword emerged from the hilt.

This is a summoning ceremony under the ancestor Allen's belief system, which summons one of the two weapons that the ancestor Allen once had.

"The effect of the tonic that the family sent is really obvious. I feel that the spiritual power that can be used in my body is much richer."

"Wang!"

Kevin also screamed excitedly, happy for Pu'er, and swung his tail in coordination.

"It's like a medicine for your head, but it doesn't work."

"Wang woo..." Kevin shrank his head again.

"I'm sorry, stupid dog, I didn't expect you to be bald forever, but you're actually pretty good looking bald, isn't there a saying that a handsome guy with a bald head is the real handsome guy."

Kevin nodded, cooperating with Pu'er's perfunctory comfort to it.

Pu'er looked at the red long sword in front of him, which was several times taller than the sword itself.

"Wang!"

"Okay, let me try it out and modify the summoning technique."

The red star and the red sword in front of him disappeared, and Pu'er used his cat's claws to smash a smaller fireball onto the ground, and a red star several times smaller than before appeared on the ground;

Immediately, the hilt of a small red sword appeared. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Hey meow."

Pu'er stuck out his cat's claws, grabbed the hilt, clasped it with a "click", and then pulled back, a small red sword was pulled out by it.

It swung excitedly, throwing out an afterimage.

"Success!"

"Wang!"

Kevin scratched the dog's paw on the spot excitedly, then leaned in front of Pu'er and bent his knees.

Pu'er jumped on Kevin's back and shouted while waving the red sword:

"Stupid dog, rush!"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

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There are only three shifts, and the fourth shift is really hard to write. Hold on tight everyone, good night!