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Life in the Temple of Life is not difficult, and in the case of the real existence of the gods, these people serving in the Temple, even if they are ordinary attendants, are more respected than the minor nobles outside.

In addition to the necessary duties every day, such as cleaning, cooking, pruning flowers and trees, they are also free to learn something that interests them, which can be helpful for their careers, or glorious deeds of the god of life.

After the god of life became a god, the eulogy of the god of life was widely circulated.

The temple built at the same time was also a miracle that the gods showed to the world.

This temple can be regarded as a miniature incomplete version of the kingdom of God, it is directly built by divine power, and to some extent it is also a sign that the gods show their own power, usually the strength of two unrelated gods, as long as they look at the temple built with divine power when they became gods, you can judge one or two.

Of course, as time goes by, the faith deepens, and the god's power will also increase, but the difference is that the temple will not increase its range, and may be like a jade stone that has been polished more transparently, emitting a more charming light, but there will be no more fantastical changes as a result.

And when the god is disqualified, the temple built by him when he became a god will also show a dilapidated appearance, like a god's thermometer, reflecting the god's condition to a certain extent.

The statue that has the same effect is the statue that has been noticed by the gods.

When the gods are there, no matter what the material of the statue is, it cannot be easily damaged by mortals, and when the god is gone, even if it is a stone statue, it will be turned into powder in an instant.

"Your task is to scrub these statues, very carefully and with a reverent heart. ”

The attendant handed Camille a white towel and told him how to scrub the statues, the statues of the gods do not need to be scrubbed, the statues will not be dirty when the gods are still there, and the statues that need to be scrubbed are those that are used for decoration, like background statues that set off the scene, and there are people and things, and they need to be scrubbed carefully every day.

Camille didn't say a word, quietly and obediently took the white scarf, not long ago, the captain of the guard tried to pull him to learn how to be a knight's squire, but he failed in his quietness, no one can teach anything to the stone, the professor who never gets a response, who doesn't receive any feedback, how can he continue?

Eventually, as a problem orphan, Camille's teaching was taken over by the attendants, who in the morning, as a child, were able to follow a lesson and learn about words and other things, including some specific ways to do things, and in the afternoon, he would follow the attendants to start doing things, starting with the simplest cleaning of the temple.

He was quiet, and this quietness earned him at first flattering compliments such as "well-behaved", and gradually, because he □□ quiet, even the attendants who had been in charge of him began to be distracted and diverted by other children.

There is no problem with the voice, able to make a sound, but reluctant to speak.

No one will understand whether he has psychological problems, and will only think that he has paid so much, and he can't get a kind response?

"The Son is coming?"

"Really, do you give a lecture in person?"

"yes, that's what I've heard!"

"That's great, it's great to be able to meet the Son, it's..."

All the beautiful adjectives in the world can't describe the feeling, like the white clouds on the mountains, with the comfort of the breeze, and like the condensation of the cold air in the air, not so soft, can not let people approach, but when you see such a beautiful existence, even if it is as fragile as crystal, it always makes people yearn for it.

But when you stretch out your hand, you will always be ashamed of yourself, is such a filthy self worthy of touching this extreme whiteness?

No, not deserved!

How many people will consciously stop at least two steps away from the Holy Son, and the worship of the gods is nothing more than that, but the gods are approachable.

As the god of life, he is too hedonistic, and does not have a pure and indifferent desirelessness, and the children adopted by the temple, the most numerous girls, the beautiful and lovely ones, are always fortunate to be by the side of the god, singing and dancing for him, even if curled up at his feet, they will feel happy for the casual contact.

That kind of cheerful atmosphere is very contagious, so that passers-by can't help but look relaxed.

That's a very different feeling from the Son.

If one side is the city full of flowers, strong and tolerant, and open to everyone, then the Holy Son on the other side is like the ice formed by the perennial snow on the lonely peak, infinitely close to the sky, eager to stay away from the world and go directly to the sky.

This combination, maybe those old people who accompanied the gods all the way from the king still remember, I don't know how many people misunderstood that the Holy Son was actually a male favorite, and secretly despised and ridiculed, misunderstanding how the king was stupid to let the Holy Son appear in front of the public and hold the authority of the king.

It wasn't until the king became a god and the Son became a saint that someone let go of the little bit of incomprehension and suddenly accepted this incomprehensible trust.

That person, it seems that he should have been in such a position in the first place. This is the view of everyone later.

"Is it in the usual side hall? There is no high platform, so close, really, really, really wonderful!"

The little girl with slightly flushed cheeks was elated, some people liked the enthusiasm of the gods and the seemingly affectionate eyes, and some people liked the cold and cold appearance of the Holy Son, every year on the birthday of the gods, the Holy Son would attend, but at that time, it was too far, too far away, so that people looked at the high platform as if they had seen a peak that was difficult to climb, and could never reach the people standing on it.

"I also like the Son very much. ”

The little girl who was in charge of cleaning with Camille spoke with a red face, she had long regarded Camille, who couldn't speak, as a hole in the tree, and would tell him everything, no need to respond, it would be best if she could not get a response, and many things that she was usually embarrassed to say and dare not say can be said at will, and she will never worry about ridicule or whatever, and she has a strange sense of security.

"If you see the Holy Son, you will also like it, I have never seen such a beautiful person, he just stood there, and it made me feel happy..."The little girl who spoke glanced at the statue with a bright eye, the rugged heroic appearance was really not her thing, of course, she also admitted that being strong seemed to be the only way to look.

Camille lowered her eyelashes quietly, the shadows of her eyelashes seemed to fall on her eyes, and the clear eyes seemed to have been brushed off a layer of dust, and they were more moist and shiny.

Most of the time, he was as quiet as a little girl, without the naughtiness that children should have, and unlike other boys who couldn't sit still, he found the way of the knight's squire early, and followed the captain of the guard to train, he mingled among the girls, and followed the sweeping and so on, and no one who had seen it felt wrong, because of that quietness, he was automatically matched with this silent errand.

The class was in the side hall, and the textbook was a pamphlet on the path to the godhood of the god of life, compiled by the Son himself, and the words and sentences were extremely ordinary, telling a splendid legend in plainness, as if the story itself was good enough, but there was no need to let the words compete for glory.

Simple sentences are easy for children to understand, and after the booklet was published, they were included in their literacy and theology textbooks.

It's familiar.

"You've all seen the story, so what do you see?"

The Holy Son's question went straight to the center, his expression was flat, looking at the children of various ages sitting in the seats, knowing that he was going to come to give a lecture, there were many children who had left this kind of beginner's class also came, teenagers, their eyes were bright, and their eyes were like two fires, high-spirited and intense.

"It's not easy to become a god!"

"Mortals can become gods!"

"The greatness of the gods!"

"Suffering is the only way to become a god!"

The answers have been reported, but several, in fact, they are all a rut, the Son's gaze looked around, fell on Camille, he didn't very often, but from time to time he would pay attention to this child, I don't know why, it is certain that the future god of life, is not him, but...

"Tell me, what do you see in it?"

He ordered Camille.

Camille stood up, calmly, opened his mouth, and made a sound: "People." ”

This answer shocked everyone, many people knew that Camille had never spoken and were so shocked that they ignored his answer, but those teenagers who had already left this kind of beginner class in their teens were shocked by this answer, the booklet was clearly promoting the deeds of the god of life, writing about how a mortal became a god step by step, there was not much ideological stuff, it was all a simple experience of piling up facts, how could it... Is it a "person"?

If you want a brief answer, you should reply to a "god".

The Holy Son was also surprised by his answer, this is a question with no fixed answer, thousands of people, there are always different opinions on the same thing, he didn't preset an answer for this, but I have to say that hearing this answer really makes people feel amazing.

Many times, people regard the gods as extremely high, as if they are the kind of incomparable beings who hold the fate of the human world above the nine heavens. The essence of the gods, especially the existence of these beings who have been transformed from mortals to gods, even if they completely change their life form at the moment of becoming gods, rewrite their genetic code, and become another race, the god race, but, in the final analysis, as long as they have not completely washed themselves and the thoughts and emotions of the people they have not been eliminated, then they are still "people", transcendent people.

"I like your answer very much, you are very good. The Holy Son complimented lightly, a smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth, and quickly introduced the next question, "What are you going to do in the future?"

"Knight, Guardian Temple!"

"Squire!"

"Merchant!"

"Adventurer!"

"I'll do whatever the gods like me!"

The answers were full of differences, and Camille, who was named again, still only answered one word - "people".

The breezy smile on the lips of the Holy Son dissipated, and he thought it would be a "god", but he didn't expect it...

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No, oh~