Even after going through many things and being shocked by fear, there is still a trace of arrogance. As time passed, this pride grew like a weed. Begin to think of yourself as different, unique, and irreplaceable. With this spirit, a new journey began at the instigation of the prophet.

Business, new business, made it impossible for the inn's already small manpower to continue to "retain" the Prophet, but the Prophet still stayed in the inn and did not leave. He eats and drinks all day with nothing to do, and although the story is still endless, there are not many people who listen to it.

It's not that I don't want to listen, but it's hard to take a break from the busy!

Business is like this, once you make a name for yourself and build credibility, people will naturally come to you. After a few times, everyone became emboldened, and the new contract no longer needed to be blamed by outsiders. It's just that the prophet still doesn't know how to die, and wants to interfere in the business of the inn, and he doesn't seem to notice that this is the inn and who is the real owner.

yes, who is the real master?

The answer is there, it won't be the prophet, and it certainly won't be yourself. It's just that in the high spirits, everyone has been overwhelmed and lost their vigilance and awe.

The defeat came so suddenly, and the person who went out that time never came back. As the sporadic news continued to come back, the people left behind in the inn were lucky one by one. Because whoever went out could not come back alive, it was an ambush against the inn, and there were many participants.

Fortunately, the Prophet was still in the inn, and fortunately, the Prophet was still as loud-mouthed as he had been rumored. So, the roots of the ambushers were soon revealed, and it was a group of people who were similar to themselves - the same knife-licking blood, the same talented. The difference is that they are not good at the power of shadow.

The prophet is still a person who does not know death, even if his side is already angry, he still does not forget to tease: "After all, it is from the dark night gate, which will inevitably make people look up to a few points." dealt with a few little guys who didn't fall into the stream, and it turned out to be a group fight. ”

What do you mean by "again"? It's the first time at the inn, okay?

The question was quickly answered, and the abominable prophet did not have the appetite for a story.

"That's the old tradition, it's either a group of people or a group of people who are beaten by a group. Of course, if you don't really commit a taboo, you won't fight to the death. Since you died, think about why you should die?"

To think is to have to think, even if the wise do not say. Otherwise, I don't know how I'll die next time. But after thinking about it for a long time, the prophet shook his head as if he were watching a joke.

No, he's just looking at the joke with a cold eye.

In his eyes, are people just a bunch of jokes?

I really want him to never laugh again, but he can't. After all, his net worth and life are tied to him, so what is the difference between killing him and committing suicide?

At his own suggestion, in the midst of the pleas of the people, the prophet gave an unhurried answer, in awe. When I heard this answer, I suddenly understood a lot, why the prophet came, and why he told those stories.

Yes, awe.

Those stories were filled with his awe of the gods, even though the gods in the stories were not known in this world. But the hints from the story all show that these gods are powerful. Their strength doesn't need to be manifested in this world, and they don't need to be widely worshipped, and the more powerful they are, the more so. They do what they say, and those who disobey will be punished. The punishment does not necessarily come from the gods, but may also come from the hands of mortals, as in the case of the previous business, as if it was "accidentally" ambushed this time.

Alas, finally understand those stories.

For those who are gifted with them, they must grasp the will of the gods. Obedience does not necessarily lead to safety, but disobedience will result in God's retribution.

Oh, wise men, prophets, they ......

Finally guessed their truest identity. They are indeed a group of guides, as they claim to be, because this is the duty given to them by the gods. For this reason, they are not afraid of dangers and obstacles, and they are not afraid of life and death.

It's a pity that I woke up a little late......

......

The prophet would still tell a story after he had eaten and drunk, and the crowd began to listen attentively, and the hidden meaning of the story began to emerge.

Some truths can only be told through stories, because the gods are inherently difficult to say. It's not that I can't, but I don't want to and it's not worth taking a little risk for my people. Prophets and wise men are not afraid of life or death, but they are afraid of angering the gods.

Oh, what a bunch of old slippery heads.

People can have their own calculations, but they must have a firm position, especially those with special status. Surrounded by wolves, any mistake can become a ladder for others to please the gods.

The gods do not bind their subordinates with good and evil, at least not by the light, not by the night, and by the primordial gods who appear in the city of the gods, so they can do whatever they want without offending them. Even if there is a little offense, confrontation, or even disobedience unintentionally, as long as there is still awe in the heart, it probably doesn't hurt. Like the high priest of Mera in the story, she did not like the gods in the dark night and was never punished, and like Bishop Nicole, who was always safe and sound. But that's them, and they haven't touched that level.

Fortunately, I still have a chance. The story goes through trials and tribulations, one step at a time, to reach the feet of the gods......

The Prophet spoke lightly and comfortably, as if he were one of them.

It's just that the people who listen to the story gradually feel a chill. It's as if the gatekeeper feeds on the corpses of his companions, turning the dying bonfire next to him into glory......