Chapter 595: Chapter 20 Sunset in Copenhagen (Additional update for Alliance Master Mo Wen Zui Hui!)_3 Chapter 595: Chapter 20 Sunset in Copenhagen (Additional update for Alliance Master Mo Wen Zui Hui!)_3 By the time Lin Xian and Huang Que reached this place, twilight had already set in beneath the orange-red blaze of the setting sun.
The sun had nearly sunk below the horizon, warming the corners of the most remote peninsula on Earth with its last rays of light.
At this hour, there weren’t any attractions open anymore.
The two just stood outside the palace, beyond the enclosing walls, gazing up at a towering statue of a hero on horseback.
The statue was immense, soaring several stories high.
From the brief introduction on the bronze plaque below, Lin Xian knew this was a statue of a former King of Denmark, Frederick V.
Carved into the bronze plate beneath the statue were the king’s last words:
“I have never offended anyone, my hands are unstained by a single drop of blood, and I find great comfort in this at my final hour.”
After reading it, Huang Que snorted:
“Although I don’t understand this period of Danish history, I believe a king who can utter such last words is definitely not a qualified king,”
“If he were lucky enough to live in times of peace, then perhaps he could rely on his ministers to get by; but in an era of war, such a king, such a leader, would be a disaster for the people.”
Lin Xian smiled as he looked at her:
“It seems you favor war.”
“But now, my thoughts are the same as yours.
To win a victory without spilling a drop of blood is indeed too naïve.
Now, I’ve also made my resolution.”
“I’ve also understood what you said on the skyspace aircraft that day.
Saying Xiang Yu was not the hero, Yu Xi was.
If I were Xiang Yu, I would have burst forth, dying on the road of breakthrough, truly living up to the saying, ‘Life as a man should be remarkable, and death as a ghost should be mighty.’
“Right now, I just want to become powerful quickly, to grasp the secrets and strength of the cosmic constants, then infiltrate the Genius Club, root out those with hidden agendas, and finally…
find Chu Anqing back.”
“I know it’s not an easy road, but that’s how the world is.
No matter what you want to save, it’s never as easy as destruction.
But it’s also precisely because of this that saving becomes all the more significant.”
Huang Que turned away from the statue, her blue eyes reflecting the blood-red of the sunset as she looked at Lin Xian, a hint of reassurance in her smile:
“I’m so glad to hear you say that.
It seems you’ve truly grown up.”
“I really like people like you, Lin Xian.
People always like to hear stories of the savior saving the world, but many don’t realize that a savior is not born a savior.
At first, he’s nothing but a helpless child, he makes mistakes, feels fear, hesitates, wanders, and is confused…”
“It’s all normal and reasonable.
He always needs a process, even a long and tortuous one, to grow.
In the end, he can become a savior who stands tall between heaven and earth.
It’s just that many people don’t realize this; they always think a savior is born perfect, without any flaws.”
“Like many people who are dating and looking to get married, everyone wants to find someone who is excellent, mature, and perfect.
But a general is not born a general, and a hero is not born a hero; everyone always needs a path, a journey from immaturity to maturity, from the ordinary to the great.”
Lin Xian cocked his head, looking at Huang Que:
“I’ve always been curious, and I hope you don’t take offense.
Huang Que laughed at that, bowed her head slightly, and shook it:
Lin Xian spread his hands:
“Then I’ll ask in another way, just like you said, would you choose a man who is excellent and great, or one who is immature and ordinary?”
The shadow of Ameilinburg Palace stretched out under the last gleam of the sunset, reaching toward the other side of the sky.
Birds startled from the palace eaves took flight en masse, disappearing into the homeward path of the night.
Huang Que slowly looked up.
Her pale blue eyes finally lit up again in the cover of night:
“I will accompany him through his ordinariness, nurture his excellence, and wait for his maturity.
“Watch him slowly become great.”