Chapter 912:

Like all infantrymen, he has a faceless chin, no ears, long hair, and looks slightly shorter than a human. He spoke very low and the trailer listened very sharply, I 133 had to listen to my ears and remember to keep my voice low.
He stretched out his hand to me, I lowered my head and murmured: "I am obedient."
"Don't mind," he said in a soft, faint voice, "Sit down, my son. Here, you are welcomed, but I think you have abused our trust in you. We fired you with your affection, Because we think you will be happier like this. What can we show you, except for kindness, after so many years, you will return with armed men?"
His red-eyed rebuke was hardly an auspicious beginning. I reluctantly said: "Older generations, my men are unarmed. A group of people who may not have entered the city attacked us, and we defended ourselves. I travel with so many men because I am afraid of traveling only with a pass."
"But can this explain why you came back?" The reason and blame in his voice are justified.
Finally, I said: "Old people, we are supplicants. My people call on your people and hope you will be-" I began to say, like human beings, stop and correct them"-you will treat them kindly .with me."
His face didn't sell anything. "What are you asking?"
I explained that I was embarrassed to say that I stumbled, do not know the technical terms, knowing that they have no corresponding terms in the language of trailing hands. He listened, asking a sharp question again and again. When I mentioned the Human Heritage proposal to acknowledge that these trailing agents are an independent government, he frowned and scolded me:
"Our people in the sky have no association with people, and don't care about their recognition or lack."
For this reason, I don’t have an answer. The older generation continued, kindly and indifferently, saying: "We don’t want children’s fever to us to kill so many people. But you can’t speak frankly about us. You can’t speak of us. Spread the disease; we never surpassed the mountains. Should we blame the wind or the moon gathering together in the sky? When the time comes for people to die, they die." He reached out and fired. "Jason, I will take your crew to the river safely. Don't go back."
Suddenly stood up and faced him. "Father, will you hear me?" He used the ceremonial title without hesitation, and the old one said distressedly: "Hastul's son never has to speak to the heavenly man!"
"Nevertheless, father, please listen to my request," Regis said calmly. "It's not that strangers and aliens are pleading. We learned one thing from strangers, you haven't learned it yet. I'm still young and I shouldn't teach you, but you have already said it. We should blame Do the moons converge in the sky? No. But we learned from the human race, don’t blame the moon in the sky for your ignorance of the ways of the gods. I mean the ways of disease, poverty or pain."
"For Hastur, these words are very strange," said the old breathlessly.
Regis exclaimed, "This is a strange time for Hastur." The old guy winced, Regis eased his tone, but continued: "You blame the satellites in the sky. I said satellites. Neither the wind nor the gods should be blamed, nor the gods. Their wisdom finds out whether they have the will to master them!"
The old man's forehead bulged vertically, and he said contemptuously: "Is this the king now called Hastur?"
Regis retorted: "Man, God or Hastur, I am not proud of my people." "In all history has never stood before one of you begging-"
"-A person from another world."
"-For all the men in our world! Older generations, I can sit in the Hastur family and keep in shape until death tires me, and even death cannot touch me! But I prefer to learn from new men A new life. The Terran can even teach Hastur people, they can learn how to treat infantry fever." He looked around me and gave me the discussion again, and I said:
"I am not an alien from another world, the old world. I am the son in your family. Maybe I was sent to teach you to fight fate. I can't believe you are indifferent to death."
Suddenly, until I found myself kneeling on the ground, I hardly knew what to do. I knelt down and looked up at the quiet and serious remote face of the non-human:
"My father," I said, "you took a dying man and a dying child from a burning plane. Even those of the same kind could strip their bodies and let them die. . You saved that child, raised him and treated his youngest son. When he reached the age of dissatisfaction with you, you let many people risk their lives to bring him to your side. You can’t make me believe that you treat me The death of a million indifferent people, when a person's fate can arouse your pity!"
There was a moment of silence. Finally, the old man said: "Indifferent-no, but helpless. My people left the mountains and died. The air is too rich for them. The food is wrong. They blinded and tortured them. I can make them suffer. Is 135 dead, those who call my father?"
The memories of a lifetime of immersion suddenly surfaced. I eagerly said: "Father, listen. In the world I live in now, I am called a wise man. You don't have to believe me, but listen; I know your people, they are my people. I remember that I left you At that time, a dozen friends of my adoptive parents offered them, knowing that they risked death and wanted to go with me; I was still a child; I didn’t realize the sacrifices they made; but when we went down the mountain, I watched them suffer and then I made up my mind...I made up my mind..." I said with difficulty, reluctantly passed a reluctant language,"...Because other people suffered for me...I I will devote my life to healing the painful father. The human race calls me a wise doctor, a recovered person. In the human race, I can see my people, if they will come to help us, there is air, they can breathe, and there is something suitable for them Food, and avoid the light. Father, I don’t ask you to send anyone. I only ask-tell your son what I tell you. If I know your people-will always be my people-hundreds of them will Offer to return with me. You may see your adopted son swear here. If one of your sons dies, your foreign son will use his own life to settle it.
These words flooded my body. They are not all mine. Some unconsciousness reminds me that Jay Allison is capable of making these promises. For the first time, I started to see the power of working at Jay Allison, and the dedication kept him away from me. I knelt at my feet, kneeling for what I had become, overcame it, and felt ashamed. Jay Allison is worth my ten. Irresponsible, Foss said. Lack of goals, lack of balance. I despise myself, what right do I have?
Finally, I felt the old man touch my head lightly.
He said: "My son, get up, and I will answer for my people. Please forgive me for my doubts and delays."
After we left the audience room, neither Regis nor I spoke for a minute. Then, they almost became one with each other. Regis spoke soberly.
"You did a great job, Jason. I don't believe he will agree."
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