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Volume 10 Bug Chapter 145: Regrets brought to me, wishes to you

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    Chapter 145 The regrets brought to me and the wishes given to you

    The clues Mr. Edgware gave me were correct. The fragmentary pages of the scattered notes fell into the hands of these curious and reckless little guys. In fact, countless previous experiences tell us that everything that is recorded  The mission clues in my magic notebook, no matter how absurd and unbelievable they seem at first, the subsequent facts will eventually prove that they are undoubtedly correct.  I have no worries about this.

    Thanks to my experience as a city gate guard, I was able to clearly know the location of every child in Campnavia, which made it very convenient for me to complete my task.  I am very optimistic that this job will not take me too much time.

    I swear I will never believe this stupid feeling again!

    On the corner of Chengdong Avenue, I first found the Wright brothers.  This is a pair of dwarf teenagers, the elder brother is named Wilbur and the younger brother is named Orwell.  You know, they are a very typical dwarf tribe. Although they are only two children, their enthusiasm and delusion for mechanical inventions can no longer be contained.  They claimed that they wanted to invent a fuel-powered machine that would allow ordinary people to fly into the sky without the help of magic.  They call this great invention that only exists in their imaginations an "airplane", and recently, their research work has just made a very significant breakthrough - after several months of unremitting efforts, they finally completed it  The first physical model of an airplane.

    This is a dynamic three-dimensional simulation model based on uncertain structural mechanics of plant fiber texture - well, to put it in a more popular way, this is an origami toy.  It's hard for me to describe its specific shape to you: its structure is very simple, with an upright vertical ridge in the middle and two huge wings on both sides.  When you think of wings, you may first think of birds, but I have to say that this thing is not similar to birds at all.  If I had to make an analogy, I think it is more like a butterfly, because its wings are so disproportionately large that it takes up more than 90% of the entire toy - oh, the model.

    I asked them if they had taken some fragments of notes from Mr. Edgware's house, and the two children immediately confessed.  They said they wanted more paper to try out different structural models, so they went to Mr. Edgware's house and brought out a lot of paper.  I tried to get them to give me these notes, but they wouldn't.  They said that the paper material of these notes is very special, and they want to use this paper model to conduct experiments on the stability of high-altitude gliding. In other words, they plan to throw them at the top of Oakleaf Peak next to Aegis Bay.  I want to see if they can drift across the ocean along the warm and moist air currents formed by the subtropical high pressure, and go to the legendary beautiful and mysterious eastern continent.

    If these two ambitious naughty boys really do that, then whether these paper airplanes folded from precious alchemical notes can fly across the ocean, there is no doubt that that will be the one I see them.  The last time.

    I tried to talk them out of this grand plan, much to their displeasure.  My brother Orwell was a little impatient because of my entanglement. He raised his head and said to me: "If you really want these papers, then make a bet with us. If you can make a plane that can fly faster than ours,  If you want a model of an aircraft from far away, we will give you the papers you want."

    I had no choice but to accept the bet.  My brother Wilbur handed me a piece of paper and then showed me how to fold a paper airplane.  Seeing Wilbur's chubby little hands dancing briskly on the paper, folding and folding as if as light as a dance, and quickly turning the white paper in his hands into a beautiful paper airplane, I felt my  His hands were clumsy as never before.  I figured these two crafty little bastards must have put a spell or a curse on my paper. These flimsy pieces of paper were harder to deal with than Blackadder's sledgehammer: I folded it over here.  , in a blink of an eye, it will definitely bounce up from the other end; it is obviously a straight folding line, but when I fold it over, I find that it is as wide as two of my fingers - and it is also my thumb.  When I finally folded this piece of white paper into the shape of a pair of wings, I felt like my fingers were about to be tied into a bow.  Even so, my work is still big on the left, small on the right, heavy on the front and slightly tilted up and down, which is completely different from the neat and beautiful origami toy in the hands of a dwarf boy.

    Standing on the street, Wilbur held the paper airplane in his hand and gently sent it forward, and it floated forward.  It was flying in the air like an elf with life, catching the breeze at the street corner, floating lightly and steadily with the wind, straight through the wide street square, and slowly landing on the grass on the other side of the road.  superior.

    I really have some doubts now: maybe the invention of these two little guys?? has a chance of success.  The way the paper airplane is fluttering in the wind clearly contains some simple and mysterious truth.  One day, if we can really solve this mystery, the sky may not be open to ordinary people like me who are not familiar with magic.

    After all, it was not the time for me to express my feelings. Faced with the provocative gazes of the two dwarf boys, I gently weighed the origami work in my hand, took a step forward, and threw forward with my right hand.  When my paper airplane took off and flew out, I only heard a "whoosh" of wind passing by my ears.  Immediately, I stood up straight, raised my toes, and looked into the distance, trying to see where my origami toy had flown to

    There are no traces in the sky, the plane has already flown over

    Phew, I must have used too much force - I thought - that child could send this little paper airplane so far away with just a throw. I threw it so hard, and I'm afraid it has already flown away.  Have you gone to the woods outside the city wall?  I felt a little funny when I thought that I was so serious about the playful bet between two children.  Why bother?  This will hurt the enthusiasm of the children

    "Sir, you lose." While I was thinking wildly, little Orwell suddenly clapped his hands and shouted happily, pointing forward with his little hand while shouting.  Looking forward along his fingers, I vaguely saw a ball of white stuff lying on the buttocks about three steps in front of my feet.  That thing looks quite familiar, vaguely as if as if as if it looks like the paper airplane I just folded

    A gust of wind blew a fallen leaf past my legs. For a moment, I felt the atmosphere was a little desolate.

    This you know, I have always thought this: for those children who have ideals and are interested in exploring, we should not hit them too hard and hurt their young hearts.  Sometimes we should indulge them appropriately and satisfy their young self-esteem, so as to help them grow better, so I I threw the paper airplane with a little less force - well, that's it, I can throw it  A little lighter Hey, what's your expression?  Where did I go wrong?  Do you think there are any flaws?  Don't pout!  I'm talking about you!  Come if you have the ability!  See if you can make these two kids um as happy as I am!

    "However, to protect the children's self-esteem and prevent their young hearts from being harmed, once is enough.  Next time, I won't show mercy to them.

    Based on some advanced aerodynamic principles that you obviously don¡¯t understand, I appropriately adjusted the proportions of the wing and the fuselage, and at the same time made the angle of the wing smaller, so that it can

    "Sir, you lost" Huh?  How could it fly closer than just now?

    Oh, I understand, when designing this aircraft model, I did not take into account the turbulence effects caused by cross winds.  If you add a wind-fixing tail to this aircraft like this

    "Sir, you lost" You are kidding!  It seems to be flying closer and closer!  !

    I understand that it must be the entropy increase caused by the sudden jump caused by the superposition of small disturbances propagating in the velocity flow, which affects the stability of flight. As long as I do this, this, and that

    "Sir, you lost" Was there a mistake?  My paper airplane can no longer fly even two steps!  !

    Okay, okay, if this doesn¡¯t work, it must be caused by the lifting force of the large aspect ratio straight wing and the drag imbalance caused by the wake vortex. I need this, this, and that

    "Sir, you lose" Let me go!  This time I flew not as far as before!

    Or maybe it¡¯s because

    "Sir, you lost"

    Could it be that¡­¡­

    "Sir, you lost"

    Could it be that

    "Sir, you lost"

    "You lostyou lostyou lost"

    Okay, I admit, I really don¡¯t know anything about the difficult science and technology of origami.  After more than 20 consecutive attempts, the paper airplane I folded flew closer and closer, and finally it landed on my instep as soon as I let go!

    I began to consider giving up this task very seriously

    "Sir, do you want to try again?" In front of me, little Wilbur looked at me with a smile on his face, holding a dazzling white paper in his hand.

    ¡°What the hell, where did these two little bastards get so much blank paper?  !

    To be honest, the series of tragic defeats makes me feel sick to my stomach when I see a blank piece of paper.Sour water came out of it.  I feel that if this continues, I will definitely be able to kill the two innocent little bastards in front of me with my own hands.

    I angrily grabbed the piece of paper from little Wilbur's hand, held it into a big ball of paper, yelled and threw it far away with all my strength, hoping to use this method to throw it away.  The tightness that accumulated in my chest was released.  The ball of paper flew across the sky like a meteorite, drawing a sharp curve in mid-air, looking into the distance, and flew straight into the distance without leaving a trace.

    Then¡­¡­

    "Swipe, pull, pull" A dazzling white light immediately rose from the ground, surrounding me in the center, and at the same time, a roar symbolizing the completion of the mission floated in my ears.  When the light dissipated, I saw the Wright brothers looking up at me with admiration:

    "Sir, your plane flies very far"

    In Wilbur¡¯s hands, he was carefully holding the big ball of paper that I had just thrown out. His little hands were rubbing the paper ball back and forth as if he had found a treasure:

    "Your aircraft model has given us a great hint. We will definitely refer to your design and invent an aircraft that can fly higher and further. When the invention is successful, we will definitely  Come and invite you to be our first passenger"

    While this verbose little guy was still chattering to me with admiration because of the inspiration that the big ball of crumpled paper brought to them, I had already left the house with the alchemy notes I won from them.  Escaped.  At this moment, a firm thought was firmly entrenched in my mind, as indestructible as a rock.  I firmly believe that even if the Supreme God Darimos comes to me in person at this moment, it will not be able to waver my thoughts in the slightest.

    The thought that kept running through my mind at this time was: No matter what these two little fools invent in the future, they won¡¯t let me get even half a step closer!

    Absolutely don¡¯t even think about it!  !  !

    If you think that all the hardships this mission has brought to me are over, then I can only say that you have underestimated the enthusiasm of these children to play.  In fact, this is probably the easiest mission in the series.

    An orc child taught me to fold two pieces of paper into a square - he called the folded gadget "Fang Bao". Then each of us took one and beat it repeatedly on the ground until the other one was left on the ground.  The "Fang Bao" must be knocked over to be considered a victory.  Just like the request from the dwarf brother, I had to outsmart him to get those notes from him.  I really want to tell you how difficult it all is, but unfortunately my clumsy language cannot describe the difficulty of this project.  I feel that this is a high-intensity sports event that integrates a series of complex subject-related knowledge and luck such as elastic mechanics, plastic mechanics, blasting, etc., and the most terrible thing is that after my personal experience, I feel that luck is involved.  To account for the vast majority.  I can't remember how many times I lost to that grinning green doll in the process. In the end, I simply defeated him by accident.  When I stretched out my trembling arms to take the notes from him, my entire right arm and shoulder were swollen from the exertion.  A sore and stinging feeling radiated outward from the seams in my bones, making me worried that I might accidentally rupture a blood vessel.

    A tauren boy asked me to play the hoop rolling game with him - oh, I guess you will say: "What's so difficult about this?"  I believe you wouldn¡¯t think so if you could come and see the hoops we roll with your own eyes.  Strictly speaking, I don't even think that the thing we rolled can be called an "iron ring" - it is clearly a super giant discus: the thinnest part of it is as thick as the palm of your hand, and I  I swear the biggest carriage wheel you've ever seen in your life is three times smaller than this.  This thing is almost a solid piece of cast iron. Just because there is a round hole in the middle that is about as thin as a cat's tail, this silly-looking tauren boy decided that it was an "iron ring".  Do you know how hard it is to keep this dangerous lump of iron upright with just two hands?  This is simply a supernatural phenomenon that violates the laws of gravity, let alone letting it roll.

    Did I tell you that this tauren boy who has just entered puberty is half a head taller than me, and his shoulders are conservatively estimated to be as wide as mine.

    Believe me, if you have a child, I advise you not to let him play with tauren children of the same age, because doing so is not much different from letting him face a hungry ogre alone.  Many things that are just toys to the Minotaur Doll are absolutely deadly weapons to your children.

    "You think the children of the tauren are the most difficult to deal with?"  No, compared to the elf girl who pulled me to dance, he is definitely a kind-hearted creature that is harmless to humans and animals.  I don't know who invented this grid-jumping device.If I find him, I will make him regret his invention for the rest of his life.  I really don¡¯t want to tell you how nimble and graceful this elf girl is when she jumps on the grid, and I don¡¯t want you to know how ugly I look like jumping around like a bear with a broken leg. You just need to know,  It took me almost half my life to finish dancing this long string of grids.  By the time I left, I had almost forgotten how to walk upright.

    There are many other games like this, so please forgive me for not wanting to describe this painful experience in detail.  I can't imagine where these young children got such energy and could play these games non-stop all day long that would tire a strong adult like me to death.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT and out, when I was struggling to win two notes from them with a sullen expression, they looked very happy.  I don¡¯t know where their happiness comes from. Is it from some simple toys?  Or is it from the competition between me and?  Are they rejoicing because they beat me, an adult, at my own game?  But why can you still have so much fun after being defeated by me in the end?

    Winning or losing, honor, stakes, valueit seems that these things will not affect the happiness these children finally get.  Their happiness does not come from the appearance of external objects or the differences in contact with others, but from their hearts, from that simple and clean world.  When I was struggling to win against them for my own purposes, they were just looking for the fun from the bottom of their hearts.  Yes, after defeating them one by one and winning the scraps of notes in their hands, I am getting closer and closer to the goal of completing the task. I should be excited and happy about this, right?

    But I can't be happy.

    I don¡¯t understand their happiness, I have never felt like this in my life.  There are countless goals floating in front of my eyes, and they are recorded in my magic notebook. The meaning of my life is to complete them one by one.  When they are completed, I will be rewarded, I will gain strength, I will become a better person than before, and I will feel happy because of it.  This kind of happiness has a clear purpose, a clear source, and a high price.

    Compared with my happiness, the happiness of these children is so cheap, yet so precious!

    The task continues, and I still have to accompany these whimsical children to play these boring games endlessly, which makes me feel tortured, but I don¡¯t want to complain.  I believe that the all-knowing and omnipotent God may have some kind of profound wisdom in arranging such a task here.  He may want to use this method to remind people of something, to make people think of something and feel something. It should be something that people once had but are constantly losing, something that belongs to children, and at the same time, it also belongs to those who are no longer children.  of adults' past.  Where did these things go?  Was it abandoned by people?  Or is it stored in a corner deep in the soul and quietly growing moldy?

    No matter where they go, this may be an opportunity to find them again, bring them to mind and appreciate them again.  It seems to remind those who have lost them once, telling them: you once had some of the most precious things in the world, and these things should not be discarded.

    Regrettably, I do not have such a past, I do not have a similar childhood. I am just an intruder who suddenly appeared in this world. There are some things that I have never owned.

    Therefore, I cannot feel, cannot recall, cannot appreciate, and cannot be moved.

    I don¡¯t know if other people besides me, my friends who are space travelers, can experience this simple joy. I sincerely hope that they can, and I deeply bless them for it.

    This is me, a native without a past. The deepest regret hidden in my heart is also the best wish for my friends.
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