Eighty-fifth bowl of soup (2)
"You know what it's like to be jealous, girl."
"Huh?" Qing Huan paused for a moment while stirring the soup, and shifted her gaze from the pot to the female ghost. The skirt on her body was already tattered, and ice blue blood was flowing. Only one of the two pairs of transparent wings on the back is intact, and the other three are broken and incomplete. The exposed limbs are full of scars, and the elf's beautiful face can no longer be seen. This is her death. The appearance before.
Elves are a rare race, and humans flock to them. They are hunted and sold by humans. The female ghost in front of me is the last of the elves.
They are gentle, kind, hospitable, and good at music. They have a powerful healing ability, but they don't have enough power to protect themselves, so they are reduced to the taboo of human beings or become a commodity for viewing in the window. Beautiful female elves are the objects that human men love to ravage, and everyone in the upper class regards owning an elf as a great honor.
It's a pity that now that the elves are extinct, they haven't seen this rare creature for a long time.
"You know what it's like to be jealous, girl."
The female ghost asked again, and Qing Huan saw deep remorse in its eyes. She continued to stir the soup slowly, while slowly answering: "I don't know." Why do I have this kind of emotion? Jealousy is so strange to her. Thinking about it carefully, she seems to have never been jealous of anyone. To put it bluntly, it is because her life has been too miserable. Being able to live is already a great gift. How can you be jealous of others. "And you, do you know what it feels like to be jealous?"
The female ghost lowered her head, and her tears glistened, falling drop by drop on the bridge. In fact, any creature will not bleed or shed tears after death. They maintain their appearance before death. These blood and tears are just a little comfort for them, allowing them to release their pain and vent their despair.
Otherwise, you can see that the bridge deck has not changed at all, and the tears falling on it will disappear without a trace as if they were evaporated in an instant.
"I know." The female ghost murmured. "Because of jealousy, I killed and saved my friends...and myself."
Its blue eyes were filled with deep pain and self-loathing, and then it knelt on the ground, beating the bridge deck with bloody hands, shouting as it beat: "Why! Why! Why! !!Why are you so stupid! Why are you messing with your friends! Why are you jealous! Why are you jealous! Why are you jealous!"
"Why on earth..."
The female ghost tried her best to hold back her crying, just like she was hiding her jealousy when she was alive. But jealousy is different from other emotions. Jealousy will not disappear. Jealousy will turn into the most terrifying demon, open its mouth, and swallow you in one gulp.
Qing Huan looked at the female ghost quietly, it didn't even dare to cry loudly, its sad and hopeless appearance made Qing Huan couldn't help but sigh. She stood up, went to squat down in front of the female ghost, and stroked its head. Although the long blue hair was messy and knotted, it could still be seen that it was smooth and supple before birth. The elf is a beautiful and lovely creature, and she is not willing to make such a creature sad.
"Okay." Qing Huan said softly, "Don't cry, the matter is not irreversible, you tell me what happened first, it will be much easier to say." No matter what kind of emotion, always silently in the bottom of my heart Patience, anyone will collapse and go crazy.
The female ghost raised her tearful eyes and looked at her. Qing Huan took advantage of the situation to help it up on the chair and sat down. The pot was heated and the soup gradually made a sound. Qing Huan also learned about its life from the female ghost's intermittent narration...
Grace is the last survivor of the elves. The human army rushed into her home with torches and swords and slaughtered all the elves. This is the story her mother told her a long time ago.
Mother said this: Grace, your father was a great elf warrior. He died to protect our homeland. We must always remember him.
When she was born, the kingdom of elves no longer existed. Most of the elves would rather die than become slaves to humans, and some elves have disappeared—but the only thing in common is that the elves really perished. When the mother died, Grace became the last elf.
She has no friends or family, and lives alone in the forest.
One day several hunters broke in, but they encountered wild bears. They were frightened and fled around and were seriously injured. Grace hesitated for a long time, but couldn't resist the kind nature of the elves. She took the hunter to her home and used her abilities to heal him. When the hunter woke up, his eyes were shining as he stared at her wings.
Like the story of the farmer and the snake. The farmer saved the snake, but the snake bit the farmer. Grace, who only had the ability to heal and could not protect herself, was tightly tied up with ropes. The man carried her on his back and told his companions with a smile that although they did not catch any good prey, catching one elf would be enough for their entire lives. The village has had no worries about food and clothing for decades. Grace shed tears as they laughed.
She finally understood why her mother said that humans were dangerous creatures and it was wrong to be friendly to them. Because they don't give back to the elves, they just want more from the elves.
But she has nothing left.
The beauty and purity of elves are what humans are after. Grace tried to escape, but the collar around her neck told her that she could not escape from the hands of experienced hunters. From the conversations of the hunters, she learned that they didn't come to hunt bears at all, and their target was her from the beginning!
They say so.
"The old man in the village is right. Elves are the best prey."
"Yes! As long as you show a painful look and call for help, they will jump out by themselves!"
"Simply stupid!"
The hunters laughed, and Grace curled up in a corner and shivered.
"I heard that there are elves in the forest. I still don't believe it. I thought Jack was lying, but I didn't expect it to be true!"
"This is really profitable!"
Jack... Grace remembered that it was a child who got lost in the forest unintentionally, crying and rubbing his eyes with his hands. up.
How can humans... from adults to children, be so bad
Grace was brought to the town by hunters and sold to a group of strange people. They put her in a cage, locked her neck and limbs with iron chains, and gave her a little water and a little food every day. There is also a larger cage next to it. Unlike her, that huge cage was packed with people.
Men, women, old people, children... Normal, weird... There are all kinds of things, but she is the only elf.
It turns out that humans not only hunt and kill elves, but also hunt and kill their own kind
She also saw the same beautiful mermaid, and the vampire lady who was put in a coffin and crucified to death, and even a werewolf with a chew—they were all "rare animals", so they had the same independent status as Grace. cage.
She was taken far, far away, and then the cage was pulled to a place with bright lights. There were countless pairs of eyes in the darkness, and countless greedy eyes stared at her, like hungry wolves staring at delicious meat.
Humans yelled countless strange numbers, and finally Grace was released from the cage. At this moment, she didn't know where the courage came from, and suddenly pushed away the bodyguard in front of her, but her wings were pierced by iron chains. Can't fly away, can only run away. Seeing that the warning was ineffective, the humans raised their guns at her.
It was Shaw and Elsa who saved her.
That was the first time that humans showed kindness to Grace. The elf's body is very light, and although she appears to be of human size, she only weighs a quarter of a human being. Shaw held her in his arms and ran as hard as he could, facing the terrifying group of humans who rescued and protected her.
Later she learned that the vampire lady in the coffin was their partner. In order to rescue the vampire lady, they lurked into the auction venue. Not only that, they also liberated other slaves.
They are rebels.
A person who rebelled against the holy rulers of this continent. People in the holy religion and the royal family call them rebels, but they don't care, what they want is to break free from this oppression and exploitation and gain freedom.
Without any discrimination, everyone can be happy and free.
Vampires and werewolves will not be regarded as aliens, precious elves will not be hunted down wantonly, believers of the Holy Cult have no power to disregard human lives, ordinary people can also walk on the streets openly, and there is no need to choose beautiful virgins to enter the palace every year. The holy religion is used as a sacrifice—laugh when you are happy, cry loudly when you are sad—the freedom that Shaw and the others pursue is that simple.
Miss Vampire was seriously injured, and she couldn't be exposed to the sun during the day, so it was too inconvenient to run away with the coffin on her back. But it was so difficult. With so many chasing soldiers, they never gave up on Miss Vampire from the beginning to the end, and they never even left Grace, an elf they had never met before. Because they knew that if Grace was given up, the cruelest fate would await her.
Grace finally has a friend, and the elves' unique healing powers make her indispensable.
If only it could go on like this forever.
If only she could understand nothing.
Shore is a very upright and handsome man. He has great leadership skills, brave and decisive, strong and considerate. Elsa is also a hearty and enthusiastic person. They have qualities that Grace has never seen in other humans.