Why it never ends

Chapter 1238 The Twelve Commandments

Hesta took the white paper, unfolded it, and found that it was a large sheet of paper, almost half the size of a sheet of paper.

There were two languages ​​on the paper. Hesta didn't recognize the language on the left, but she guessed it was Wosandta's native language. The language on the right was the familiar Third District language, and the handwriting looked like it was written by Simoya.

Blanche's Twelve Commandments

First: The Commandment of Seeking Knowledge. Always be curious, question the truth about the world and yourself, respect wisdom, and use judgment wisely.

Second: The commandment of compassion. Be kind-hearted and do not belittle the suffering of others or your own.

Third: The commandment of honesty. Be consistent in word and deed, and keep your promises.

Fourth: The Commandment of Courage. Choose to do good and bear the consequences for what is right.

Fifth: The Commandment of Moderation. Indulgence leads to destruction; therefore, one should moderate one's diet, desires, emotions, and power.

Sixth: The Commandment of Justice. Suppress the strong and support the weak, stop evil and promote good.

Seventh: The Admonition of Perseverance. The road is long and arduous, but if you keep going, you will reach your destination; if you persevere, the future is promising.

Eighth: The Commandment of Forgiveness. Cultivate forgiveness, for hatred is like poison; the drinker harms himself.

Ninth: The Admonition of Humility. The wise ask questions, the foolish answer; the humble listen, the arrogant argue.

Tenth: The Commandment of Gratitude. Gratitude for the little things in daily life is the source of happiness.

Eleventh: The Commandment of Creation. Only creation makes life immortal.

Twelfth: The Commandment of Hope. Even in destruction, there lies the infinite possibility of reconstruction.

Hester read through the messages one by one, then looked up and asked, "...Where is Blanche? What kind of city is it?"

Gahodore translated Hersta's words in a low voice, and Vossantha chuckled a few times after hearing them: "It's my hometown, not a city... just a few villages, from the past."

"How far is it from here?" Hersta asked.

“It no longer exists,” the old man replied. “It was razed to the ground many years ago.”

A moment of silence fell over the study.

Hester gazed at the Twelve Commandments on the paper, let out a soft sigh, and then suddenly looked up: "I understand."

Wossantha understood the short sentence. She leaned forward slightly, looked at Hershta, and spoke in broken District 3: "...What do you understand?"

“Your Blanche is like my Aschia,” Hersta replied, “even though it no longer exists in this world, we still yearn for it to return to us.”

The old man raised his head slightly and responded to Hershta's understanding with a somewhat bitter smile.

“But how can these admonitions be enforced as rules?” Hersta’s gaze returned to the paper. She held the white paper in her right hand and lightly touched the words with the back of her left hand. “Each of these rules is too abstract, and it would be too much to ask to use them to regulate a person’s daily behavior.”

As she spoke, Hesta looked at Simoya: "Who do you think could possibly meet all these requirements?"

“I don’t know,” Simona tilted her head. “A saint?”

"Furthermore, there's no indication of punishment, such as what the consequences would be for violating a certain rule—"

“I think what she means,” Simona spoke up, “is that everything that involves specific matters should be discussed specifically, whether you’re rewarding or punishing someone, everything should revolve around this principle—considering our current small scale, I think this is entirely feasible. This seemingly cumbersome approach might actually be the most efficient right now.” “But this principle isn’t comprehensive enough,” Hester said. “It’s all about expectations and requirements for ourselves and our companions. What about those who intentionally harm us or betray us?”

Simoya turned to look at Worsander: "How will you deal with your enemies?"

Gabrielle translated softly. The old man, upon hearing the question, barely paused, and instead, as usual, recited a spell-like sentence.

Simoya and Hersta both looked at Gahodorei, but a look of surprise appeared on the girl's face.

“What did she say?” Hersta asked.

“She said,” Gahodore’s voice was uncertain, “‘Be a noble person.’”

……

As dusk fell, news of Eleven arrived again. This time it was Lutz who came and told her, "Eleven is waiting for you at the fox den."

Qiqi had been absent-minded all day, but now she finally felt relieved. During morning reading, she noticed that Shiyi was absent and immediately reported it to the teacher. The teachers were worried for a while after discovering Shiyi's disappearance, but after someone checked the surveillance footage, everyone continued working as if nothing had happened.

At noon, Qiqi went to ask about Shiyi's whereabouts. The teacher said that Shiyi had an emergency and had asked for leave, which they had approved.

Qiqi pondered this all afternoon and felt something was amiss—the teachers were clearly worried when they discovered Eleven was missing that morning, so how could Eleven have taken leave? Even if he did take leave, it was probably after the teachers found him. That meant Eleven must still be at the farm.

Why didn't the teachers bring the children back for the National Day holiday? What urgent matter could it be...?

Qiqi didn't even bother to eat and ran straight to the fox enclosure. Sure enough, she saw Eleven sitting there in the distance, holding the fox.

By this time, the wind outside was already a bit chilly, but Eleven was still wearing a gray coarse cloth vest and a pair of modified work pants underneath. Qiqi recognized the outfit at a glance; she had the same set—the clothes they wore when they went to work at the blacksmith's place in the old house.

Because they needed to use many tools while working, and there were no work pants in their size available on the market, the blacksmith sister sewed several pockets of different sizes onto their canvas pants.

"Eleven," Qiqi called out from afar.

Eleven raised his head, his movements stiffening for a moment. In that instant, the fox swiftly escaped Eleven's clutches, letting out a soft whimper as it leaped away to another spot.

Eleven immediately stood up, and Qiqi saw her pick up something from the ground and hide it behind her back.

When they were three or four steps apart, Qiqi stopped.

"You're here," Eleven said, looking a little nervous. "You came so fast! I thought you'd go eat first."

"Have you eaten?" Qiqi asked.

"Not yet," Eleven forced herself to turn her gaze back to Qiqi, "I have something for you."

"Hmm." Qiqi looked at Eleven. "What is it?"

Eleven's throat bobbed, and her gaze met Qiqi's briefly before she immediately lowered her head. The hand hidden behind her back slowly lowered, holding a square iron lump in front of her.

This thing looks very heavy. The welding is not very good. A lot of brass welding wire was not welded to the right places, forming puddles of solidified spheres.

Qiqi stared at it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what Eleven was holding.

"What is this?" Qiqi asked.

“…The picture frame.” Eleven frowned, her voice lower. “Now…no one can break it.”