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"It's precisely because I don't regret it that I can't stand by and watch you sacrifice yourself, do you understand?"
Hearing Lin Ruo's words, little Bethel's expression immediately became confused. He looked at Lin Ruo, pursed his lips, and finally said, "Sorry, Father, I can understand what you're saying, but I can't feel what you feel."
"If I made you sad, I apologize."
At this moment, if you were to ask what the past Lin Ruo felt, it would probably be powerlessness.
He wasn't actually surprised by little Bethel's reaction, because Lin Ruo had known for a long time that perhaps due to being an unexpectedly born personality, little Bethel's personality had flaws; he was unable to produce certain negative emotions, such as sadness and grief, and couldn't experience some more complex emotions.
Lin Ruo had tried to change this aspect and had tried to teach him to experience these, because although emotions like sadness and grief bring pain, they are also the body's protective mechanism. If a person lacks these negative emotions, it is actually a very terrifying thing.
For example, little Bethel's obsession with sacrifice, while having many reasons, the fact that he had no fear of death and would not feel sad because of it, was certainly one of the reasons.
Unfortunately, Lin Ruo's efforts in this regard had always been ineffective. Whether it was healing through extraordinary abilities, hands-on teaching, or taking him to experience the world, none of it could fix this flaw in his character.
However, Lin Ruo did not give up because of this. The biggest reason He made little Bethel his librarian was to see if, when the vicissitudes of the world couldn't change him, the various wonderful stories in books could touch him even a little.
For this, even if little Bethel became obsessed with BE aesthetics in the future, spending all day immersed in novels, reading and crying, He would accept it.
Unfortunately, from the current situation, the effect is still minimal.
What kind of karma have I created...? Thinking of troublesome kid number one, Amon, Lin Ruo looked at troublesome kid number two, little Bethel, whose expression was confused and apologetic, and finally sighed, saying:
"You don't need to apologize to me, even though I am indeed a little sad."
"As for other things, it doesn't matter if you can't understand them now."
"We still have time."
Hearing this, little Bethel seemed to want to say something, but his lips moved, and in the end, he only said:
"Sorry, Father."
"I'm going to rest now. See you tomorrow!" The past Lin Ruo smiled at little Bethel, then dragged his tired body back to his room and closed the door.
Looking at the door that closed before him, little Bethel lowered his eyes. He silently returned to his usual chair and, after a long time, picked up a book and began to read.
It was an urban suspense novel, almost entirely filled with emotional blows at first glance. Due to its seasoned writing, rich and Stereo characters, and interesting plot, it was the type that could make people feel very immersed and cry their hearts out.
Little Bethel stared blankly at the words on the page. His gaze lingered on a certain page—[Sonia closed her eyes, finally unable to hold on and collapsing in the snow. The wind seemed to grow stronger, and the snow, carried by the wind, fell scattered over the girl. Sonia, however, no longer had the strength to brush it away.
"It seems I won't see the tulips bloom..."
In her last moments of consciousness, Sonia suddenly thought of the tulips in the garden. In those tulips, someone seemed to be standing, smiling at her.
Sonia lost her breath.]
Little Bethel's finger traced over this passage, with a hint of confusion, "Why would anyone be sad because of such words...?"
He closed the book, and for some unknown reason, his expression grew even more confused:
"Why are you sad for a tool, Father...?"
...
Roselle felt that he had been extremely unlucky lately.
Otherwise, how could he have encountered a dog of a reader like Lin Ruo?
"What? You're going to put me in a dark room?"
Roselle spoke in disbelief, looking at the young man calmly drinking tea in front of him, his eyes like he was looking at an outlaw, "Are you joking?"
"I'm not joking. If Mr. Roselle hasn't finished his new book by the end of this month, I do plan to use some special methods to motivate Mr. Roselle," the past Lin Ruo said unhurriedly. He put down his teacup and continued, "Don't worry, my Lil' Black room is very humane. It's definitely not the same as those illegal ones. At most, it will only restrict your personal freedom so you can spend more time on important matters."
"No way!" Roselle immediately rejected the idea without thinking. He looked at Lin Ruo and said irritably, "I'm telling you, Lin Ruo, don't even think about putting me in a dark room. As for the new book, I'll finish it eventually. Just give me a little more time."
Just you wait, I'll report you to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery tomorrow!
Roselle added "maliciously" in his heart. It had been a month since he first met Lin Ruo, and after many interactions (being urged for manuscripts) over this month, he had roughly understood Lin Ruo's style. So he knew that the other party was indeed not a bad person, and was extremely generous, but this did not hinder the other party's dog-like persistence in urging for manuscripts.
So, in order to avoid becoming a writing tool in the future, Roselle decided to report the other party to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.
Anyway, Lin Ruo could most likely escape.
As for whether he would be retaliated against later?
That could be dealt with later; Roselle was not afraid of retaliation. Backed by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, he was confident.
"Hehe!" The past Lin Ruo could easily see through Roselle's little thoughts and didn't expose him. He just smiled, then stood up and said, "It's getting late today, so I won't disturb Mr. Roselle's writing. I hope I can get the story I want by the end of this month."
"Take care, no need to see you out." Roselle said almost immediately, his attitude like he was seeing off a plague god.
The past Lin Ruo was clearly not bothered by this. He stood up and left Roselle's manor, arriving at the closest cathedral to Roselle's home, which was also where Roselle was currently employed, the "Gang Gang" Cathedral. He paid a visit to Bullock, the head of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in this parish.
"Oh, little Bullock, it's been over a hundred years. You've become an Archbishop now, huh? Do you have the confidence to push for Sequence 2 next?" Seeing the kind-faced yet iron-willed old man before him, the past Lin Ruo immediately smiled and greeted him warmly, clearly familiar with him.
"Good day, Your Highness Lin Ruo, you are as humorous as ever," Archbishop Bullock said, bowing to Lin Ruo according to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery's etiquette, his smile clearly showing genuine amusement.
"May I ask what brings you here today?"
"Lend me a prayer room. As for the rest, well, it's not really suitable for you to know," the past Lin Ruo said with a smile.
He couldn't very well tell the other party that He wanted to chat with the God of Craftsmen, that would be too much of a shock to his faith.
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