"I've never seen such a 'thing'!" This was Mo, who was swirling around Tam, while still scolding the Great Dane Jin as if he was complaining, "You didn't even tell me that the Federation still has this Plant ‘something’!”
"Should I be offended?" Tam was also looking at the ink, "Or should I be naive and assume that this woman has not yet mastered the language of the Federation."
Well, Mo does keep referring to Tam as a 'thing'.
Zach was not prepared to explain for either side. On the contrary, Zach was a little curious, "Elf, spirit, ghost, monster, Mo, which one is he?"
"The first impression is definitely 'jing'!" Mo was interpreting a higher level of 'offense', "He definitely has the functional attributes of an object! Oh! Remember, what I said, jing is born from objects. ~" While looking at Tam, he nodded and confirmed to himself, "You are definitely still a 'thing'. I can see at a glance that your attribute is definitely to store things! Like a box, a cabinet... uh, maybe a little bigger, A house? But I confirm, it’s definitely a place to store things!”
The corners of Tam's eyes twitched twice, "Except for the pronunciation of 'Jing', which I can't figure out at all, I think you have a pretty good command of the Federation's language." Tam was still a little conscious that this place belonged to Grande. At home, he glanced at Zach as if asking for permission—"Can I scold her back?"
"Scolding? No!" Mo blinked, "I'm not scolding you! I'm exclaiming! 'Things' is never an insult in the Republic, and people are also a type of 'things'! We only say that others are 'not a person' It’s only when you say something!”
"Uh..." This cultural difference cannot be refuted, Tam continued to twitch the corners of his eyes, preparing to avoid Mo.
"Wait a minute!" Mo Ke didn't know where his persistence came from. He floated in front of Tam and blocked the way, "I haven't finished speaking yet! But when I feel you carefully..." When he said this , Mo put his hand on Tam's belly, and said super consciously, "You don't look like a 'jing', your attributes don't seem to be inherited from your predecessor, you are born~" He glanced at Zha Gram, "Just like the inheritor wedding we attended before, well, what is it called, Gram, Cliff? It doesn't matter! The current North District Police Chief Darcy! Yes, the inheritor Darcy! And you, That’s how you were born~ You are a ‘spirit’~”
Tam lowered her head and raised her eyebrows, looking at Mo's hand on her stomach. By the way, beautiful hands, slender and white. Tam opened her mouth, not knowing how to respond.
But Mo's next words confirmed what he was going to respond to - "Well, it may be a little off topic, but you need to do some sit-ups. Your belly feels so soft when rubbed..."
Tam's cheeks stiffened, and he swatted Mo's hand away and glared at Zach, "You brought me to live in Grande! Then do I have my own room?!" What does it mean to have my own room? It means you can close the door and refuse to communicate with others.
Zach pointed at the new living area on the west side, hehe, there is also the living area where workers come and go, "Except for 203 (Bane), pick any one..." Zach watched the ink hand reach out to Tam again, but this time it was not His stomach was full, and it was the wrist that was exposed when he waved his hand just now, so Zach shut up, expecting that this would be a conversation he was really curious about—
"Uh, where did you get this token?" Mo didn't make any unnecessary moves. He pulled up Tam's sleeve and stared at the red knot.
"What?" Tam tried to pull his arm away, still irritated. You couldn't blame him, Mo just had the ability to annoy people, "It's none of your business!"
He didn't feel that Mo had much strength, but Tam's wrist was firmly in Mo's hand, very firmly, "Where did you get this token?"
"Uh." Tam's face started to look ugly, partly because he didn't want to admit that he was hurt by a woman, and partly because, "'Token'? I don't know what you are talking about!"
Mo unexpectedly looked at Zach, "In the Republic, the knot represents many things, it is a record, an expression, and a prayer. And this knot is a token, to, uh, according to your federation, it is a medium to pray to God. means. But the prayers of the Republic are different from the prayers of your federation. We will not talk about "Bless the Holy Lord", but when we really pray for something, such as ancestors, such as the New Year pictures posted on the door, such as The statue of the general in the hall, we hope that this prayer will come true, and our God will fulfill it, at least, I will fulfill the wishes of the people who pray to me." After explaining Zach, he looked at Tam, "And this thing in your hand is the medium, a token of the republican god." He rolled his eyes, "Lest you misunderstand again, this is a token of the republican alien race." With a speechless expression, "Do you understand, the republican alien races are all gods? , as long as there are offerings.”
Tam was stunned for a moment, and then stopped resisting the wrist held by Mo. His other hand began to pull the knot on his wrist, as if to take it off.
"This is meaningless." Mo curled his lips, glanced at Tam, and shook his head, "Do you know how to worship a republican alien and make it your god?"
Tam was stunned again and shook his head instinctively.
"Then this thing is just a knotted, faded nylon rope." Mo tilted his mouth and frowned, "You haven't answered my question yet, where did you get this token?"
"Uh..." Tam glanced at Zach. He had answered this question once before, but Zach had no intention of speaking for him, at least not yet. He watched quietly from the sidelines. Tam frowned, still trying to untie the knot with one hand, "A strange republican man gave it to me."
"How weird?" Mo frowned.
"Well, he's very tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. He doesn't speak, hey, he probably just doesn't speak the federal language. And he only has a reassuring smiling face. Well, it doesn't seem to be very reassuring! You republicans and aliens are all like this Is that what it looks like?! Arresting people randomly on the street and giving them tokens to trick them into believing!*! And! Are these important?" Tam became increasingly impatient because he found that he could not untie the knot in his hand.
"How to worship the God of the Republic?" Zach interrupted at this time, "I mean, aliens." "Well, how should I describe it." Mo thought, "Some require specific tributes, such as food, Degree... Any consumables that the alien race needs. Some comparisons, um, spiritual ones, such as a sense of presence, rituals, chants..." He continued to look at Tam helplessly, "Remember carefully, the man who gave you this , didn’t you say anything?”
"No!" Tam was completely irritated by the knot on his wrist, "Didn't you listen to me! I told him, he just had a smile on his face!"
Mo curled his lips and hooked up the knot on Tam's wrist with his fingers, "Scissors." A word came out of his mouth.
When Tam stared at Mo cutting the knot on his wrist with the scissors that suddenly appeared in his hand, Mo glanced at Zach and said, "Believe it or not, laughter is also a kind of worship." Laughter Chang Kai' was once the philosophy of life firmly believed by the Republic people... "
Zach was distracted at this perfect cultural exchange opportunity, "Mo, what is your offering? Don't tell me it's a Republican dessert."
Mo held the cut knot and said, "My Sophia is about to begin." He didn't forget this soap opera that was always related to Sophia's lover. "Let's chat when we have time~" he drifted away. (.)