Chapter 373: Admonishment to the Jedi (1)

Chapter 373 exhorting to the Jedi (1)
When he stepped out of the first step, he listened to the picture and made a sigh of relief. He knows that human hearing is very sensitive, and his existence may have already been exposed. He calmed down, walked slowly, and learned the pace of Albert's walking.
Tutan, the Terran patriarch, was not surprised when he saw Bedieville push the door into the conference room. He should have heard of Bediville from the mouth of Roble.
The burly elephant-like man sits on the floor (because the wooden chair can't bear the weight of people), even if sitting on the ground, it is still four or five heads taller than the thin and short werewolf teenager.
"Hey, isn't this the silver wolf Beverf? Dressed so formal to see me, you still know a little politeness." Tutan said quietly, it seems to be testing Bediville, it seems to be laughing at it. .
Bedieville lowered his voice. "The Tutan grow up, I am here to see you today, not for anything else. I want you to reconsider the war with human beings. Like people are not pacifists? Why do you agree? This ridiculous thing about war?"
"Is it ridiculous?" Tutan sneered a little, no, "The previous generation of Patriarch is my brother. He also opposed the war with humans. He also said the same words as you now."
Bedyville looked blank and didn't know what the other party wanted to say.
"My brother was killed by the tiger patriarch Robo."
Tutan’s words surprised Battiville, "So--"
"But I think my brother is damn. Yes, he is the one who knows that he is in his own territory and does not care about the suffering of the people in his territory. It is indeed damn." Tutan said, "The Turks live in the great marshes of Eastern Europe." Their lives are ten times worse than here. The darkness always shrouds the area, and all kinds of evil beasts are rampant. The only thing that can be eaten is a swamp raspberry, which is cooked without first boiling water. Will release a violent poison in the victim's stomach."
Bedyville is even more awkward. He knows that life like the Terran is not good, but he never thought that life like people is so difficult.
"To be honest, I didn't agree with the war at first. But the swamp raspberry is about to be lit up, and our people have no food source. This dry weather even makes the swamp quickly become a dry land, and we even have the most basic The water source is not guaranteed.
So, Silver Wolf Beverf, answer me:-
Should we really sit down and take care of it?
When humans are wasting food and pouring one ton of tons of unfinished food into the sea, my people are starving. When humans are wasting precious water and unscrewing the faucet to let it flow away, my people are still there, looking for water in an inch and inch, still carrying every precious sweat, trying to smash those moments will dry up. Water well -
So, Beaver, answer me!
Should my people be treated like this unfairly? My tribe has no right to live? We orcs, do we have the right to live better? "
Bedieville flinched as he listened. Tutan was prepared, and every question he raised was so overwhelming that the werewolf teenager could not breathe. Every word he said, Bedyville could not refute.
"Even so--"
"Kid," Tutan's chance to rebut the Bidwell will not give, "I have heard of you. I admire your courage. You are a good boy.
If there is no such war, I may be happy to hug you and have a feast with you to let you know how the Turks are a kind and friendly people. However, our current position is not allowed. Nothing else, you will retire. Unless you have a way to solve the hungry fears of my people, everything you do is just a waste of time. "
Bedyville sighed.
"I used to think that even if you are starving and dying, you must be able to hold your moral bottom line. I definitely don't eat food that is not my own." He whispered, it seems to be just saying to himself, "However, in the face of survival. Sure enough, morality still has no meaning. When you are going to starve to death, people simply cannot care for morality."
"This is the case." Tutan sneered a little and nodded. His eyes reflected the faint cold light.
"Then, the patriarch, I wish you good luck." Beddy said sadly, "In the end, it is just a role exchange. You have plundered human food, filled your stomach, starved to others. You finally survived. Congratulations."
Tutan frowned, his wrinkled elephant face, and more wrinkles in the process of frowning.
"The result is that the weak meat is strong. The strong is qualified to everything from the weak." Bedyville spoke out of courtesy in his mind, "If you really want to do this, you can't take your own [Peace." The hat of the person] is taken off?
Don't pretend, it's not a group of vultures. Then, of course, robbing other people’s property and food, and claiming to be a pacifist, is hypocritical. "
"We -" Tutan brows deeper,
"--Oh, you can't live without it, right!" Biddyville screamed angrily. "That's it. For his inferior life, it's good to steal someone else's life."
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For survival! What a grandiose reason! "
Tutan did not answer. Bedyville’s words were so harsh that he was extremely angry, but he couldn’t think of any rebuttals.
The Werewolf boy picked up the knife on the table and cut his arm. He was facing an empty cup: "I am a human being. This blood is the blood that humans give me. This meat is the meat that humans raise."
Blood flows from the wound in his arm into the cup. Bedyville cut very deep, blood flow was very large, and soon a whole cup of blood was flowing.
"Come on! Drink a little! Since you can take the food of humans for granted, shouldn't you be afraid of this blood?" He handed the cup to Tutan.
"Stop, little devil--" Tutan grabbed the cup in one hand, threw the cup out and knocked it over the floor.
"Not enough, there is still -" The Werewolf Junior is very excited. He picks up the knife and is about to lick the meat on his arm.
"Stop!" The elephant grabbed his hand and grabbed the left arm of the Werewolf boy, preventing his self-harm.
"Are you crazy?!" Tutan yelled, his strength was great, and he almost crushed the prosthetic of the left hand of the werewolf teenager.
The werewolf boy in front of him has already burst into tears. He looked straight at the patriarch, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and grief:
"I just want us to be these beasts -
Live more dignified! "
That is, a sincere desire. That sentence tells Bediville's love for the orcs.
That is, very clumsy, but there is no artificial words.
That is true.
Because it is true, it has tremendous power.
Tutan looked at the short, thin, clumsy and ignorant werewolf boy in front of him. A teenage boy, crying, was telling the old warrior who had been through the battlefield, pleading.
What he said is actually a simple truth that anyone knows.
With such a simple reason, even children know that it is clear that some adults do not understand it.
Can people abandon their dignity in order to survive?
In order to live better, can you give up the bottom line of your morality? !
What did you give up and what did you get?
Everything you get, is it worth your time to give up everything in exchange for it?
Both are silent. They looked at each other and quietly looked at each other for a century. Blood from the Werewolf boy's arm kept pouring out, already dyed his half sleeves.
The patriarch of a generation like the Terran was crushed by the temper of a werewolf boy in the district. Bedieville’s wish is very simple, so the light in his eyes is as clear as water, and some are just a simple appeal. He doesn't even have to say anything, and Tutan can clearly understand it.
In order to survive, have you done your best?
Is aggression against mankind really the only answer you can give?
Hey la la la la la la! ! !
There was a strong rain outside the house.
The ten-year dry season, in this torrential rain, finally came to an end.