Hearing Shuke's words, Roland took a breath: "This is the doctrine of the Illuminati Cult?" ”

"What do you think?" Shu Ke spread his hands: "Although such words are not quite in line with current values, in this feudal world, in the war under such a system, women are one of the important resources. Beauties, in particular, are a scarce resource. From the perspective of war, as long as it is a woman, it is necessary to pack it and take it home. ”

"You actually admit such a doctrine?" Roland was quite surprised: "The goddess of light is also a woman, she actually recognizes such a doctrine?" ”

Shu Ke leaned on the corner of the wall, his face so handsome that the woman's legs couldn't close together, with a faint sneer: "I have believed in the goddess of light for two years, and I can hear her voice from time to time, and I know a little about the gods of this world." ”

Hearing this, not only several other friends, but even netizens in the live broadcast room, subconsciously forgot to post a barrage.

Seeing Roland's listening face, Shuck continued: "It can be said that the gods are actually imaginary beings born from the ocean of our human spirit. She was born out of the spiritual energy of the human world...... Something similar to the subconscious of the human collective, and there are more than a dozen of them, what a water god, the god of fire, and the god of thunder! ”

Roland nodded, he guessed the same thing about the gods.

Because it is a life born from the collective consciousness of mankind, what believers know, they all know, and on the other hand, what believers do not know, they do not know all. The so-called omniscient omnipotence is only based on the perspective of believers. Shuck shrugged: "So...... What do you think the goddess would think when our entire denomination believes that women are war materials? ”

Roland shrugged, and the meaning was clear.

He suddenly remembered, "I remember once when I sacrificed a spell to the Goddess of Magic, she said something similar. When you become a god, you lose your creativity. It doesn't seem like a good thing to be a god. ”

"So for me, the Goddess of Light, it's just a very strong, beautiful woman." Shuke smiled cynically: "Women are all too lion hooves, and they all say that men look at faces, but in fact, they look at faces more." ”

Roland laughed dryly.

He's not a handsome guy and can't understand Shuck's sadness.

Besides, Andonara, the queen of her own family, doesn't look at her face.

There are always exceptions.

What the two of them said, they felt nothing, but in the live broadcast room, there was a tsunami.

'What did I hear, the goddess is just a stronger, more beautiful woman?' ’

'Damn, just because you're qualified to say that doesn't mean we have ugly ghosts too. ’

'You're ugly, I'm not ugly.' ’

'You're not ugly, you're going to be a holy warrior.' ’

'It's heart-wrenching...... But the gods are not creative, and this is an important piece of information. ’

'Intelligence? Only what can be used is intelligence, and what is not used is junk information. Can you guarantee that you will meet the goddess in the future? I've counted the amount of XP required for this game, and when it comes to Legends, it's going to be a pretty scary number. ’

'The gods are mighty. ’

In other words, if any of us in our players truly believe in gods, those gods will also understand our knowledge of the world? ’

'Probably not, system protection or something?' After all, there are masking statements. ’

'Possibly! ’

'It's scary to think about it, if the goddess of wisdom has learned to rub a nuclear bomb by hand...... Just think about it. ’

So the question is, who is the goddess of wisdom? ’

'Seems to be the hidden priesthood of the god of water?' ’

'Water God? Oh, then don't worry. ’

The netizens in the live broadcast room were talking about what they had learned about the gods.

Roland and others began to inquire about information.

Of course, because in the soul space, Roland and the True Ancestor of the Blood Clan had met each other, so he stayed in the room and didn't go anywhere.

Shu Ke, Li Lin and the others all went outside.

Ragnar is very happy now, the small caravan he brought back this time is very generous.

He was given three silver coins in front of him, and after finding them a room, the other party gave him another five silver coins as an intermediary fee.

He gave two of them to his 'orc sister', and he took the other three.

On the way home, he exchanged one of the silver coins for 94 copper coins, and recently the silver coins can be exchanged for less copper coins, he remembers that some time ago, a silver coin could be exchanged for 105 copper coins, and now there are ten less, but the price does not seem to have decreased, which makes him feel distressed to death.

With two copper coins in exchange for three fragrant white breads, he returned home happily.

Then two human children, taller than him, pounced on him and happily took him, the little boy in the middle, and spun around him.

"Let go of me, you little guy, it's too rude, I'm an elder, I can't do this." Ragnar screamed.

The little boy put him down in a sneer.

"Bread for you!" Ragnar placed three loaves of bread on the table.

The two children each took a piece, and the youngest girl looked at the last piece of white bread left on the table, and she asked cautiously, "Father, have you eaten it?" ”

"I've eaten it." Ragnar took off his old linen shoes to see if there was anything to damage them, and instead of looking up at his daughter, he continued: "Eat slowly, don't swallow." ”

In fact, he didn't eat at all.

He hadn't eaten since the morning, and he was going to eat some coarse grain skins later...... Although it is very throat-cutting and hurts the stomach, it can still be full.

Because he is a dwarf, he doesn't consume much energy in the first place.

Now they have a few silver coins in their hands, as long as they save a few flowers, enough to raise their children until they are over ten years old, and then they can go to work.

Thinking about that time, Ragnar was full of anticipation.

I don't think I'll be so tired by then.

The little girl listened to him eat and continued to ask cautiously, "Then shall I bring this piece to my mother to eat?" ”

"Nope." Ragnar raised his head and stared at his little daughter rather unhappily: "If you dare to give it to her, don't eat it yourself." ”

The youngest daughter suddenly didn't dare to speak, and lowered her head and munched on the bread silently.

After a while, both children finished eating.

Ragnar said, "Go to bed, and come with me outside tomorrow to find some work you can do." ”

The two little ones nodded vigorously, and then obediently went to the stone bed beside them, and slept in their clothes.

In the underworld, there is no distinction between day and night.

But according to their own fatigue level, as well as the instincts in the bloodline of their ancestors, people can roughly sense what time the main plane is now.

Then sleep with the humans on the main plane for about the same amount of time.

After the two children fell asleep, Ragnar mended his shoes and closed the door and went out.

He bought a large piece of black bread from a roadside stall, walked through several streets, turned a few alleys, and finally came to a rather dark corner.

There were many beggars, and they were godless, like rotten wood.

Most of the people here are elderly, and a small number of women.

Ragnar walked up to a thin, dark woman and threw the black bread in front of her.

When the woman, who was almost thin into a skeleton, saw the black bread, she immediately picked it up like a hungry dog, and let out a low growl to the left and right, protecting her food.

The beggars around looked at the piece of black bread and were very greedy, but no one dared to grab it.

"Eat slowly, this is your daughter's mercy for you." Ragnar was short, even shorter than the human woman in front of him, and the other sat much taller than him. It's just that at this moment, his eyes are high: "I'm really happy that you have become like this." ”

Hahaha!

With laughter, Ragnar turned and walked away.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw a group of city guards holding a piece of parchment, and asked people when they saw them.

Soon, a lot of people had gathered next to the city guard squad.

He approached and found a man painted on it, very similar to the merchant of the small caravan he had traded with not long ago.

"My lord, did you draw this man into a crime?" Ragnar asked curiously.

"Of course, when you see this man, you must come and tell us that there is a big prize." The leader of the squad held the parchment drawing paper, slowly turned in a circle, and showed the portrait of the man on it to everyone: "This is a murderer, he tried to assassinate our Majesty the Queen, very vicious, don't try to hunt him down alone, it's extremely dangerous." ”

After explaining, the squad leader asked loudly, "Has anyone seen him?" ”

Everyone shook their heads.

Ragnar shook his eyebrows, didn't speak, and didn't stand up.

The team leader was a little disappointed and left with the team, ready to go somewhere else to ask.

Ragnar thought for a moment, and began to walk back, passing a dark and uninhabited alley, which was quiet and the road he often walked, and walked for more than ten years without encountering any danger.

But not long after he walked in, he saw a man standing in the middle of him, holding a hunting bow, staring at him like a falcon seeing its prey.

His cold sweat immediately flowed.

This man he knew, a guard in the caravan.

I was talking to the guards just now and was bumped into by this person?

He turned to run away, but saw at the entrance of the alley, at some point, there was a black panther there, squatting and sitting, like a statue that could not move.

It's just that Ragnar knows that the panther is a Warcraft, a master-level Warcraft.

A terrifying creature that can bite its own throat with just one blow.

"Your Excellency." Ragnar turned around quickly, knelt down without hesitation at the hunter in front of him, his head hit the ground, and after a bang, he broke out in a cold sweat: "Please don't kill me, I really didn't confess your intentions, because I am also a member of the Anti-Blood Alliance." We should be friends. ”

The man who stopped Ragnar was the Hunter Brazil.

He sneered: "I just heard the news about the Alliance, almost everyone said that this Anti-Blood Alliance is full of heroes who are not afraid of death, and they have been fighting with the Blood Clan for hundreds of years, you don't look like a soft bone." ”

"If I was ten years ago, I must have been like you said, not afraid of death." Ragnar raised his head and sneered, "But now it's different, I have two children, and if I die, no one in the city will take care of them, and they will starve to death." It doesn't matter if I die myself, the child can't have an accident. ”

Oh?

Brazil was a little surprised, he used the guild chat system to contact Roland, after a while, and said, "Okay, you come with me, our 'boss' wants to see you again." ”