"Sympathy?"

Juliana looked up at Shiro, not daring to stand up.

"Well, sympathy." Bai stretched out his hand and took Juliana by the hand, took her by the hand and took her to sit down beside the wooden chair, and asked, "You are the most reading saint I have ever met, besides me, can you tell me why you love human works?" ”

"I ......"

"Speak what is in your heart, and you have nothing to hide from the Lord of All."

"I love reading because it not only gives me new experiences, but it also gives me all kinds of knowledge, and other people of my race are reluctant to read, I think it's probably because they can't understand the emotions and fantasies that humans inject into words." Juliana carefully observed Shiro's expression and slowly spoke her inner thoughts.

"You've got to the point." Bai gently patted the baby's back in swaddling clothes, and said softly, "Emotions are an important factor in human evolution, and they are also a key part of making carbon-based creatures, human beings can evolve from low-level creatures hiding in caves to avoid storms in just a few thousand years to today's level, not only because humans have imagination, but also because humans know how to empathize, do you know Milan Kundera?" ”

"Who?"

"Next to it is a copy of "The Unbearable Lightness of Life", which is my gift to you and ORG."

"Who?" Juliana subconsciously repeated the question, and then followed her white gaze to the stone platform on her right-hand side, on which lay a yellowed paper book and a letterhead, on which a passage was copied in beautiful floral characters: sympathy, that is, the ability to share the joys and sorrows of others, and at the same time share with others any other emotion: happiness, sorrow, happiness, pain. Thus this sympathy refers to the highest level of emotional imagination, to the telepathic art of emotion. Among the various realms of emotion, this is the highest emotion.

Milan Kundera, apparently the author of the book The Unbearable Lightness of Life.

So ORG, is that baby's name?

"Well, his name is." Shiro stroked the baby's forehead with pity.

"The same name as this church?" Juliana immediately remembered that the church she was in at this time was also called Org.

"To be precise, this church has the same name as him, and he also has a Chinese name, called Ou Ruijin."

"OR.G. ......" Juliana pondered the name repeatedly in her heart, OR.G. (origin), meaning origin?

"The Holy Race is a young race, it has only been born for less than a year, and the Holy Race is like Origen in my arms, still a baby, maybe an incomparably powerful baby, but still a baby." Bai sighed, "We don't have our own language, we don't have our own art, we don't have our own country, we can't find our own origin, and we can't see our own destination. ”

"In order for the Holy Race to become a real race, not a ghoul hiding in the human world, the Holy Race must first know how to sympathize, a race that cannot resonate with its own race is just a plate of scattered sand, not only has no history, but also has no future." Bai went on to say, "In all languages derived from Latin, the word compassion consists of the prefix com- and the root? passio, and the root of the word originally meant "bitter", you have already tasted the taste of 'bitter', so you can understand sympathy, and I hope you can share this precious treasure with more of your kind. ”

"Sorry, I don't understand." Juliana was a little confused, "Are you saying that you want me to be like a human writer, to convey my own feelings and the feelings I want to resonate with my own people through words or other means?" ”

"If there is a day, I hope you can do it." Bai shook his head, entrusted the baby in his arms to Juliana, and said solemnly, "But now, I want you to raise this child." ”

"ORG?"

"Yes, he is the Son of the Temple, and you will be the godmother of the Son."

Juliana held the baby in her arms and was overwhelmed.

Perhaps it was Juliana's clumsy posture that made the baby feel uncomfortable, or perhaps it was the baby's reluctance after leaving Bai's embrace, the sleeping Origen suddenly cried and opened his eyes, and there was no impurity in his eyes as bright red and clear as blood gems.

"He's hungry." Shiro smiled, picked up a steel baby bottle from the stone platform and handed it to Juliana.

Juliana couldn't see what was in the bottle, but she could smell the tantalizing smell of plasma.

Origen stopped crying, stretched out his fleshy little hand to hold the bottle, and sucked it happily on the pacifier.

"The human individual is a blank sheet of paper at the time of birth, and the material and quality of the paper are determined by innate genetic selection, and the content of the paper is determined by the acquired creation. The Holy Race, on the other hand, is inevitably branded at the time of birth, and the creative space left behind is greatly limited. For example, as a human being, Juliana could only speak English and Spanish, so you can only use English and Spanish, and even if you want to learn other languages, your memory and learning ability will be a hindrance. ”

"Of course, for the current Holy Race, learning human knowledge is not necessarily the most important thing, if the Holy Race can replace human beings to become the master of the earth, then we will have a long time to digest the precious wealth produced by human beings in thousands of years, if the Lord of Evolution no longer favors our race, then we will not have enough time to learn human knowledge."

"But I can't help but wonder what would become of a holy race who had never been exposed to any human knowledge and explored this world of infinite wonders like a newborn human baby?"

"Interesting, isn't it?"

Juliana looked at Origen in her arms, who was greedily sucking plasma, and suddenly understood.

This baby is a saint, he has undergone a transformation ritual at birth, and he is no longer human before even the human body organs are fully developed, and naturally, his little head does not contain any human instilled knowledge.

This is what Saint White said, "a blank piece of paper."

But this is not an ordinary blank sheet of paper, Juliana can feel the coercion of ORG, and a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes can also give Juliana a sense of oppression, not because Juliana is too weak, but because the baby is too strong.

This is a natural saint, a king who will be on a par with the four saints.

The chances of the appearance of the Innate Saints are slim to none, so it is certain that the Temple may have produced thousands of "blank sheets" without the knowledge of other races and humans.

"Bang, bang."

Origen drank the plasma from the bottle, and seeing that there was no more food dripping from the nipple, he patted the steel bottle with his hand, and then a few thick and thin fingers were closed, and the steel bottle was pinched into a flat shape.