Lulunaka holds a wooden figure called the goddess of the moon and walks around the bustling streets. Her appearance didn't attract much attention, and in anyone's eyes, Lulunaka was just a little girl who was happy to get a toy - although the toy was not a good product, it could be said to be a rough thing.

"Luna, goddess of the moon......" Lulunaka walked with a brisk step and followed the crowd without a goal or route. She kept her head down, looking at the wooden figure in her hand, as if she had completely forgotten where she was now. "What is the difference between the two, it's really puzzling......"

She said so, and listened to the story with great relish from the businessman who had coaxed her with good words, and it looked as if it was the first time she knew such an interesting thing, but she knew better than anyone else what it was. On the two continents on both sides of the strait, the two gods with the most beliefs, the god of light and the god of the moon, do not have such a thing as an image, no matter who they are, if they have the idea or intention of painting a portrait of the god, then I am afraid that there will not be a good end...... Such a thing in the church and in the temple is a great disrespectful sin. Even saints and saints have had controversies over whether or not to leave an image, and there have even been riots and turmoil in history because of this, which is by no means something that can be easily laughed at, and among believers and religious elements, this is a very serious matter, and it seems that it can give one's own life for it, or take the life of others. And the merchant said that this is the goddess of the moon, not the god of the moon, which is a safer and more secure statement - the gods have no faces, but the characters in mythology can be depicted, so that the merchant will not be troubled, and he himself definitely does not have the idea of treating a wooden man as a moon god.

But for Lulunaka, of course, there is no such idea - whether it is the moon god or the goddess of the moon, although there is a difference, but for her, it is just the same thing.

Lulunaka, who was holding the wooden figure and thinking about the boundless and messy things, still had that cute and bright smile on her face, "The goddess of the moon...... I can't imagine that there are still people who remember such a thing, is it because the past has not been completely destroyed, so it will leave such a residue......"

Lulunaka stopped suddenly, right in front of a dye shop. The dye shop isn't huge, but it's nice to have a decent shop in this bustling area. There are a large number of dye vats in the shop, and a strange pungent fragrance comes out of them. The clerk at the counter saw Luluna standing in front of the store, and when she didn't come in, she finally greeted, "This guest, do ......you want something?

Lulunaka shook her head and interrupted the clerk, "Before that, I'd like to ask." She lifted the wooden figure up and pointed it at the clerk, "What is this, do you know?"

The clerk was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting Lulunaka, a little girl, to suddenly ask such a strange question, and she held up the wooden figure in her hand, and his gaze was unconsciously attracted to it, "What month is this goddess?" The clerk thought for a moment and replied to Lulunaka, "What kind of goddess is it in the story? But this one is a little rough." ”

"Isn't it ugly?" asked Lulunaka, tilting her head.

Now the clerk doesn't know what to say, if this is very bad, I don't know if the little girl in front of me will be dissatisfied and angry, "It's okay, I can see that it is the goddess of the moon." The clerk replied, but there were just some things that didn't come out.

"It's ugly......" Lulunaka looked like she could see what the clerk was thinking, "but it doesn't matter, as long as you polish it and dye it with a beautiful color, it won't be so shabby!" Lulunaka said to the clerk with a smile.

As a result, Lulunaka actually bought some dye from the dye spot and put it in an empty bottle on her body. After leaving the dye shop, Lulunaka continued to walk, the goddess of the moon in her hand swaying her arm as she walked, "No one thinks of this as the god of the moon, but only the goddess of the moon...... Is this the channel of circulation, and the difference between religious and mythical stories?" Lulunaka muttered to herself, and after the words left her mouth, they only flowed in the air, dissipated into the air, and no one heard them.

The moon god and the goddess of the moon are indeed more similar in name, but they are completely different beings. To put it simply, the god of the moon is only a fictional character of religion, a god written in the sacred scriptures, but the goddess of the moon is not necessarily the case. It was a being with a clear, unambiguous image - although the goddess of the moon in Lulunaka's hand was completely different from the goddess of the moon she had seen.

But after all this time, it's unlikely that anyone will remember what the goddess of the moon would be like, after all, it's just a "god" that once existed. In this day and age, there are no gods that really exist in the human world, and there are no altars and statues that line the earth...... After all, such a great existence is almost dead, and only the completely fictional "God" is still alive in people's hearts, and it is developing more and more hugely.

For Lulunaka, it doesn't matter what the gods are now, it's enough that the "gods" that did exist and then died no longer appear on this earth. It's just a small wooden statue, and it's a completely different thing, so it's not a bad thing to play around. There may be some who are still alive, but in this era, it is no longer the era when the gods ruled the world before, it is the world where human beings use "gods" to manage everything.

Thinking of this, Lulunaka felt that her mood had changed a lot, and there was nothing more pleasant than confirming it.

Lulunaka, walking down the street, passed an open-air stall smoking hookah. Such shisha parlors are common in the royal capital of the Crescent Empire, providing guests with a space to easily smoke shisha and also have something to eat to calm their mouth and belly full of smoke.

"I heard that there was another riot in the King's Castle, because of the unity of the Church of Light and the Church of the Holy Spirit, the resistance of most believers escalated and turned into a riot......"

Some guests were chatting about the news of this other continent from nowhere, which aroused some interest from Lunaka.

"That's a lot of fun. Lulunaka laughed.