It is always a pain in the arse that one has to choose from the limited categoraries only to satisfy the need which is beyond human understanding.
Well, fuck it.
Anyhow, I've been back to Taiwan for a while. During the time I contributed no single word to this channel. Swear as you may like to, I apologise to no one. However, my beloved readers, if, just in case, any of you are still entitled to that, you are always welcome.
Right, so here returns the King. In the middle earth every one wonders why and to where did the King leave his land, where his people adored and respected him, once. My dear reader, ask not such foolish questions, for one knows either from enlightenment given by the Almighty, or evidence one's eyes pleased to see. Since the King was not among you, without revelation none of you could possibly know the reason which was unpredictable that derived the King to ride away. So, be still, and simply make a bow in silence, and make path for your lord.
The King, nevertheless, appeared in a different form, at least to the eyes of the mediocrites in his territory. The aura was gone, and the civvies can now look at him directly. Shocking as it is, people couldn't even believe that the humble person in front of them is the one once they all paid their loyalty and services. As you may have guessed, my dear reader, the crown was not even allowed to be delivered to the King. Yet the King, as the only one who followed my instruction, said nothing against the subjects' opponions, and turned, leaving all others in suspection.
You might start to make use of your limited, though well-developed, intellegence to prophet the narration of this tale. You might take examples from romance or knight tales, or even derated novel like The Lord of the Ring, and proclaim that this text would take you no where. Be hold! Who encouraged you to perform such deed? If you wish to go some where, it be not the duty of a man of letters, but only yours, the best a horse or dummy. As in the Book quoted, "Judge not, so you would not be judged," thou shall not claim yourselves with better sight of the story I am trying to convey to you. If a stranger is so easy to predict, how terribly boring your life might be? It's as if you can tell the world of your terminus hereat. I disbelieve that, nor do I have faith in your self-prophacy. Since I have faith in your future, in return, I demand, not for me but my tale, your petit faith. Not all, save some for God, I only, humbly begging for your will to repay.
So, be it how little you can afford, I set no doorsill for entering my territory. Only bow befor you talk.
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