"How many years have you been born?"

“2991.”

"You said you created Raiser, how did you do it?"

"With companions, you can do it naturally."

He answered vaguely in an instant.

The old man laughed and cursed:

"Childish, childish..."

As he said that, he came to an abrupt end.

The old man looked forward, his little eyes looked at him for a moment, and asked in a soft voice:

"You... have you killed someone?"

When I read the word "kill", the tone was like sharp nails rubbing over the blackboard, and it was so weird that it was wrapped around my ears.

"Yes."

He hesitated for a moment, measured the old guy in front of him, and finally decided to answer honestly.

The old man retreated again, shook his body gently on the bamboo chair, and asked three questions in a row:

"How many people have you killed? Who are you killed? Why do you kill?"

Then, I fell silent for a moment.

He had imagined many possible conversations on the way, but none of them would be about killing people. Why did this person with great power ask him like this?

He can't remember how many people he killed in his previous life. The celestial beings are a terrorist organization, and under the Gundam, life will be gone.

Gundam is a war weapon.

But can the cause and effect of the previous life be connected with the cause and effect of the previous life?

He doesn't know.

And can the soul recorded in human records be considered as killing?

He doesn't know.

Should we even answer? Just leak information honestly?

He didn't know either.

Most things cannot be thought about slowly, so they force people to make a decision.

He could no longer look at the old man with confidence. His eyes unconsciously drifted to the clouds, only seeing the Qinghui that only he could see.

The bamboo shadows are mottled as water, and the cloud shadows are coming and going like ships.

He answered ambiguously unconsciously:

"In this short life, I only killed one person with my own hands. You should have heard of that person's existence. He is the leader of KPSA - Ali Al Sasseus. He is a completely anti-human being, completely conflicting with my position, and there is no possibility of reconciliation or transformation, so I killed him."

The old man showed that dazzling smile again, without any kindness or kindness.

"That's great. I've heard of such an existence, and have made a real deal on this territory? Did you kill him? That's great. What did he do?"

At this time, the old man was a little convinced that Shina was indeed in high positions in Raiser. This little guy is really different from his peers.

"He wants my friends to die."

The momentary focus returned from the clouds to his eyes, and he answered calmly.

"What do friends mean?"

The old eyes suddenly lit up again, looking at the child.

"KPSA will train young soldiers, brainwash them with religion, and push them to the battlefield of terrorist attacks."

"Battlefield? Companions...? Are you a young soldier too? Shina·F·Qingying is not your real name, right? Can you tell me about your past?"

The old man asked in a hurry.

"My real name is Soran Ibrahim. As for that experience, Mr., it is not something worth mentioning, nor is it something worth showing off. I don't want to mention more."

"Okay, OK... it's not really something worth mentioning. So why do you want to build a Raiser?"

He said seriously in a moment:

"Old sir, because I can't stand it. Why is the world so twisted, where does this twist come from? There are too many strange truths in this world, and more ridiculous things... Suffering falls on people, not something that makes people endure, but something that makes people overcome! And I want to change-"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man waved his hand and endured the huge torrent of emotions in his heart. He told him calmly:

"You can go out. You can go."

Without hesitation, he opened the door directly, shook his head at Tieria, indicating that the conversation was not successful.

Inside the door, the old man took out the bookmark from his pocket, no longer looked at the things he had read countless times. He tore the paper a pair of skinny and bruised it and threw it into the trash can.

The emotions in my heart were like a snow mountain collapse and rushing down, and I couldn't help but let tears fall from my old face.

The old man looked sideways and saw that the three of them were already walking on the way back.

"It's amazing, amazing. Kurgis is so lucky. I have a hunch that Raiser will be your biggest variable. My family of surveillance will end here-"

He closed his eyes, but heard the wind passing by the bamboo forest, and there was a rustling sound.
Chapter completed!