"First of all, I want to emphasize that the outside is not Heaven, and I'm not an Angel." Lair sat cross-legged, his posture like that of a leader among children, "Of course, compared to here, the outside really is like Heaven, and compared to you, I do indeed seem like an Angel."
Lair's words puzzled the children, giving them a sense that he was saying something and not saying it at the same time, but they dared not question him because this was the Angel.
To the people in the village, Angels have always been noble and mysterious.
They rarely come to the village, and even if they visit, they only come to take those golden seeds, hardly exchanging any words during their stay. Between the villagers and the Angel, it seems there is an understanding; they plant the seeds, and the Angel takes them away, and that's how it goes.
