Ambeshs Sleu illegitimate child?

Between the lightning and fire, several familiar and unfamiliar terms were like gears colliding together, tightly biting together, Doug's eyes narrowed more and more, and the expression on his face suddenly relaxed rapidly, looking very calm. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bastard, where did you hear that?"

He even showed a hint of a smile to the bearded man: "How could you let know about such a secret thing?"

"Hehe, my wife once participated in the Temple of Conservation's 'Magician for All' training program, and heard it from the twittering girls who were teachers. ”

The bearded man smiled and poked Doug's waist with his elbow: "You know, these little girls love to talk about this every day, and it's their nature to be curious!"

"Magician training for all, that was a long time ago!"

The person next to him also joined the discussion with great interest, "I've been to listen to several classes! It's a pity, I really don't have that kind of talent, those complex magic structures, I still have a headache when I think about it now!"

"Isn't it!"

The bearded man nodded approvingly, "Although the true god generously wants to let all his people have the magical power of magic, but this kind of thing really depends on talent! I can't remember those complex magical structures hundreds of times...... Until now, I just learned a traction technique and used it to open wine bottles......"

He sighed regretfully: "Leave the matter of magic to the magicians!"

"yes, yes!"

In Doug's silent cold observation, the other person showed a very approving expression: "Anyway, there are children of the true god guarding us, and we only need to pray at critical moments, which is much more convenient than magic!"

"No, the last time I went to 'Saludin' to sell sherbet, it happened to be raining heavily, and I accidentally slipped down the mountain road, so I quickly prayed to the true god and offered a camel beast, and I was out of danger immediately......

"Yes, yes, I often encounter this kind of thing, once I went to ......"

...... The two men became more and more interested, and Doug, who acted like a loyal listener, extracted information from their accounts while calmly observing the world around him, his sharp gaze flashing from time to time.

This doesn't seem to be the fantasy world laid by Linax...... At least not on the same principle.

After trying to change his image a few times, Doug nodded slightly. Not only is his godhead not revealed, but the technique of concentrating his will to change his appearance has no effect...... Not only is this the case with his own face, but Doug also discovers that the statues and embroidered statues of the 'true gods' or 'children of the true gods' carried by some of the merchants around him are blurry and completely indistinguishable.

...... What's going on?

After observing for a long time, Doug's brow began to close. Ever since he was woken up, his divine powers had been gathering to prepare for a response, but nothing had happened, giving him the feeling that he had been invited by someone to watch a real play, and the people around him paid no attention to him as an outsider, and went about his own performance, without any attempt, just realistically, as if this was really an ordinary world.

Do you want to try it with your divine powers?

Doug mentally assessed the gains and losses. He remembered very well that he had been discussing with Linax and Fio why the rules were suddenly twisted, Fio insisted that it was impossible for the rules to have such a strange twist, there must be an unknown black hand operating behind the scenes, and then he and Linax began to discuss what the consequences of such a distortion would be, the atmosphere at that time was solemn and tense, and he had rushed to a cold bath before, so it was impossible for him to fall asleep so suddenly anyway!

In this case, there must be someone behind this matter, but it is not known what his intentions are...... But the mysterious 'true god', and the familiar words of Srius, Ambesh, and bastard, made him more cautious - in fact, anyone with the ability to reason, just thinking about the news revealed by these merchants, all hinted at the future world, and that the descendants of the blood of the Thiu family were now in charge of the priesthood, and that the twins who inherited the blood of Ambeshs were also likely to be their own descendants!

Obvious implication, isn't it?

The corners of Doug's mouth twitched coldly, revealing a smile without a smile, but his gaze was even colder. In any case, the other party can do things against himself under the noses of Fio and Linax, obviously has special powers, and it is best not to act rashly until he finds out - anyway, he can now use instant magic skills, and his survivability is much stronger than in the past.

"Oh ha!"

The crowd in front of him suddenly cheered, interrupting Doug's thoughts, staring in the direction from which the voice came, only to see a majestic temple faintly appearing in front of him, and even from such a distance, you could see its outline, and you could imagine how majestic this temple really was.

"Alright, it's here!"

The bearded man happily craned his neck and took a sip, "I've seen the True God Temple, we're about to reach the end!"

'I can't wait!'

The other person also involuntarily quickened his pace, "You know, last year's Grace Festival, I had the privilege of hearing the 'Feast of the Dead' music performed by the follower of the True God, Ubantu @midnight, and the melody, oh my God, it was so beautiful!

"Yes, last year, I also tasted the 'Snow Mountain Flame' brewed by Wubantu @ Midnight, and now my tongue is still crispy when I think about it!

The bearded man also looked expectant, and the two of them talked, as if they had forgotten Doug, and quickened their pace to follow the crowd towards the True God Temple in the distance.

The 'Prologue' is over, so the actors are leaving?

Doug kept his pace, glanced at the two people in front of him who were gradually distancing themselves from him, and the corners of his mouth twitched briefly again, but the vigilance in his eyes immediately became thicker - caution is necessary at all times.

"Uncle, you're walking so slowly!"

A childish child's voice suddenly came from behind, Doug's eyelids jumped slightly, and he slowly turned around, only to see a little boy riding on a huge camel beast approaching quickly, and after looking at Doug curiously for a while, he pulled the reins and slowed down: "Are you tired? Well, I'll lend you half of the back of 'Kuku'!"

Without waiting for Doug to reply, he made his own decision, and his little hand patted the camel beast on the back, and the camel beast reluctantly neighed and slowly bent its front legs.

"Don't worry, Kuku has a lot of strength! My dad rides with me a lot!"

Seeing Doug standing there motionless, the little boy enthusiastically stretched out his little hand to pull him: "And it's about to arrive at the True God Temple, it's okay!"

The moment his fingers touched Doug's shirt, the muscles in the latter's whole body tensed, and only after the little boy pulled a few times without strength did he relax slightly.

"Thank you then. ”

Doug finally nodded with a calm expression - it didn't matter if the little boy was an actor in the 'first act' or not, he had to be on high alert at all times until he figured out a way out of this 'world'.

With a slight leap, Doug sat down behind the little boy, one hand resting on the camel's back, the other holding the boy's shoulder, as if to help him stabilize his body, but his fingers were slightly closer to his throat.

"Drink!"

The little boy seemed to be unaware, pulled the reins and pulled 'Kuku' up, let go of his hooves and began to trot forward, with a brisk gait, and sure enough, he carried Doug with ease: "Uncle, why are you here for Grace Day?"

“......”

Doug did not understand the meaning of the words, and was cautiously silent, but he was not silent for long, for the little boy immediately went on to himself:

"My dad is the most famous chef in our area, so he's going to the 'Food Competition', Uncle Chabaka has always said that he is a magician, so he's going to the 'Magic Forum for All', and my sister is a big fan of the Flame Twins, so she's sleeping in the back carriage now, ready to participate in the 'Night of Fire' at night...... Uncle, why are you here?"

"Oh...... I'm here for music. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Doug turned the man's previous experience into his own purpose: "It is said that on last year's Grace Festival, those who came were lucky enough to hear the music of 'The Feast of the Dead' performed by the follower of the True God, Ubantu @Midnight......"

"Wow, uncle, you're a bard!"

The little boy exclaimed very appropriately, and then looked into the convoy behind him with a cute expression, and lowered his voice to Doug's chest: "I tell you, uncle, actually, I have always wanted to be a bard! When I was a child, my parents often didn't have time to spend with me, so I ran outside the tavern to listen to the bards sing all the hymns of the true God, and even the hotel owner praised me!"

'Really?"

Doug replied lightly, "Then can you sing it to your uncle?"

His voice was flat and gentle, but his eyes were watching the little boy's every move—the people who laid down this world probably wouldn't have imagined that he had ever spent time in the illusion of the dragon lich, and he was no stranger to such 'guidance'.

"Okay!"

The little boy looked excited, "I certainly don't sing as well as you, a real bard, uncle, don't laugh at me!"

"Yes. ‘

Doug nodded.

At this time, the flow of people has slowly approached the 'Temple of the True God', and on both sides of the wide road stand huge statues, and on the base of the statues, with delicate lines carved vivid pictures, each independent but interconnected, seems to be a huge narrative epic.

"Oh, we're on the Path of Arias!"

The little boy suddenly became excited, "Look, that is the prologue 'The Dawn of Truth'!"

His little finger pointed to a huge statue, and after a quick glance at it, Doug's gaze, which was about to retract, suddenly froze, and his expression became serious.

'The Gods Descend'.

Doug scrutinized the carvings beneath the statue and immediately decided that it was what he had seen in the real world 'just' - the huge shooting stars that crossed the sky, the light shining at the edge of the horizon, and the huge and strange-looking images of the gods surrounded by worshippers in various costumes, which clearly illustrated the meaning of the scene.

"O Keeper of Eternal Truth, the Merciful God!"

The boy began to sing in style, and his immature voice was very pleasant:

"He descended on the night of meteors in the sky,

Show his majesty to all his people!

He said

Thou shalt henceforth be awe-inspiring, reciting and bowing down to the name of my god!

He said

All other false names must be thrown away, and must not remain in your mouth or heart!

He said

The pious can be given, but the blasphemer can only be annihilated!!

......”

"Oh...... Sing very well...... It is on such a night that the true God came...... Go ahead. ”

Doug replied quietly, and even nodded 'encouragingly' to the boy. The encouraged little boy's voice was even higher-pitched, and a string of beautiful melodies came out of his mouth, telling a series of 'great deeds' of the true God—but Doug found that, like the statues, all the clues that would give him the identity of the 'true God', such as the names of enemies or associates, the names of gods, and so on, had all become strange and unfamiliar syllables, and none of them could be understood.

In this way, as the boy chanted, Doug gradually approached the main body of the 'Temple of the True God', and those huge sculptures no longer appeared, but were replaced by countless paintings of various genres and techniques, and artists from all over the world gathered here to celebrate the Day of Grace and danced with their brushes, hoping to present their pious works to the 'True God', and once selected, they could hang in the Temple of the True God for a year, which was a great honor!

"I'll test you - what is the story of this painting?"

Doug stared at a large oil painting and asked the little boy in front of him with a smile. This painting is the most conspicuous of all the paintings, and it is facing the main road, and most of the other paintings are surrounded by pedestrians or viewers, except for the person in front of this picture, as if you are afraid that you will not notice this painting...... Hum.

On the front of the painting, a figure covered in light is seen on the cracked earth, surrounded by a group of ragged, hungry paupers, each holding bread and water in their arms, looking at him with surprise and gratitude, while in the distance, an equally emaciated group of victims are lifting stones and smashing some bejeweled idols.

"Oh, uncle, if you want to take the test, I don't want to choose such a simple thing!"

The little boy looked at it and laughed: "Is his painting the origin of the Feast of Divine Grace?" Legend has it that before the appearance of the true god, the earth dried up and cracked, and large burning stones kept falling from the sky, and people could not plant the land or build houses, and they were about to starve to death...... Just as everyone was gathering in despair to die, the true God appeared and told the people that if they recited the name of the true God with reverence, they could exchange the useless things, even the future harvest, for bread and water...... So they did so, and when they found that the true God had not deceived them and that they could really receive sweet bread, they all knelt down sincerely and decided to believe in the true God from now on...... You see, the latter part is depicted as people rushing into the temples of the false gods, smashing all the useless idols, and then exchanging all the gems for food......"

The true gods, the hungry people, smashing the idols in exchange for food?

Doug struggled to suppress his growing heartbeat, but his fingers were already clenched unconsciously. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly looked up, hoping to find the mysterious guy who had brought him here - what does that mean? hint at how I am going to win over believers? Is this the performance of 'Act One'? Who are you?!!

If it weren't for his strong self-control, he would have asked out loud. This guy who is hidden in the shadows seems to know himself in great detail, and even knows that he is struggling with the number of believers, and cleverly hints at him with this kind of plot!

Yes, hints!

Doug gritted his teeth coldly, his gaze sharper. From the moment he stepped into this world, he was constantly receiving all kinds of hints, all direct access to information was strangely 'blocked', and yet through others, through these details, he constantly hinted at the outline of those messages to him - it was like playing a game!

"Hey, bunny, how did you get to this front?"

A middle-aged man suddenly appeared next to the little boy out of breath, "Your dad is looking for you everywhere to make the soup! He is bent on letting you inherit the craft, if he knew that you actually ran to these 'painters' whom he despised the most, hehe......"

"Ah, Uncle Chabaka!"

The little boy cried out in a panic, "Well, this uncle is tired, so I gave him a ride...... I'll go back right away!"

He jumped down nimbly, "Uncle, I'll lend you the 'Kuku' to ride first! when you're done shopping, just leave it to our companions in the 'food court' of the True God Temple...... They all know Kuku!"

He shouted as he ran away, and the man named Chabaka was embarrassed to say a few polite words to Doug, and quickly turned away.

Doug didn't hold back, not even his expression changed. He knew very well that this was just a transition between 'scenes', and that soon new 'events' would take place, continuing to drag him into those silly dramas full of hints...... If he agrees!

With a hint of a sneer, Doug began to gather his divine power, and the surging cyan light gradually lit up in his body, and the world around him seemed to be stretched out as if an oil painting painted on silk linen was stretched out, and a trace of fibrous things appeared between the pictures.

"Look! the son of the true God, Safikaro @ Silio!"

The pedestrians, who had been content to admire the painting and 'turned a blind eye' to Doug's strange appearance, suddenly became agitated, and looked in a certain direction, and the sound reached Doug's ears, causing his movements to pause suddenly, unconsciously let go of his clenched fists, and subconsciously cast his gaze in the direction of the people's gaze.

In the distance, in the sky about the center of the True God Temple, a glowing figure was suspended in the air, with Doug's eyesight, you could see that he was wearing a gorgeous robe, his face was not shielded, the combination of facial features was very handsome, he looked young and solemn, but it did not seem indifferent, but a little sacred.

And his clear and calm eyes made Doug feel very familiar, as if someone he knew in his memory also had such a very impressive pair of eyes...... But I couldn't remember it for a while.

"Eternal Keeper, Keeper of the One Truth, Overseer of Conservation, Ruler of the Elements!

The crowd cheered, interrupting his thoughts, some of the girls screaming the loudest, even interspersed with words like 'I love you' that should never be used on gods—but the true sons of the gods did not have an aura around them that identified them, and their long hair danced gently in the breeze, and they looked more like handsome young priests.

Is that what I call my descendants?

Doug didn't continue to gather his divine power, and looked at the young man in the air in the distance, and felt a strange feeling in his heart. Because all information related to the age has been blocked, he has no way of knowing whether this is his son or a descendant much later, but there are two factors, 'conservation' and 'sriu', so it can be said that it is destined to be his own bloodline.

But I don't know who this kid's mother is? Are my children and grandchildren so handsome?

Doug couldn't help but touch his ordinary face and snort, and the next second he suddenly came to his senses - this is not the real world at all, and there is no point in thinking about these things!

Doug, who felt as if he had been fooled, felt a trace of anger rise in his heart, and he stopped caring about the 'descendants' in the distance, and his divine power began to gather with all his might, and the gap between the pictures in front of him suddenly became bigger and bigger, but the people around him didn't seem to have the slightest feeling, and were still doing their own thing-

"Hmm!"

At a certain moment, the world that seemed to be made up of countless silk threads seemed to realize that it could not compete with Doug, and suddenly began to 'retreat', all the silk threads were withdrawn and disappeared from Doug's face extremely quickly, and Doug, who was gathering divine power, seemed to suddenly lose his opponent when wrestling, and after a flicker, his figure involuntarily fell backwards, and his back made a heavy contact with the ground.

......

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

The cool breeze of the night brushed Doug's skin again, and under the starlight in the sky, Fio and Linax by the campfire were looking at him with inexplicable eyes, as if they didn't realize that he wasn't here just now!

Doug didn't speak, after jumping up with an agile movement, the first thing he did was to start gathering divine power, and until the number of his gatherings was almost the safe limit that would be discovered, this world did not change in any way, it seemed that it was really the original world.

"Hoo ......"

Relieved, Doug sat down slowly, but didn't completely let his guard down. Everything just now seemed to be a momentary dream of his own, and the two strong men in front of him seemed to have no feeling at all, which really worried him - since that mysterious person behind the scenes has the ability to bring himself into the 'illusion' in this situation, it is hard to guarantee that he will not do it again in the future, and can he still get out so easily when the time comes?

"You seem to be out of place, my lord. ”

Linax noticed his anomaly and frowned slightly, "Is there anything I can help?"

"Linax,"

Doug stared at the dragon lich, and after thinking about it for a moment, he finally decided to tell the strange experience he had just had: "I just experienced a strange illusion—"

As soon as he spoke, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face. In this casual moment, he suddenly remembered why the eyes of that 'Safi Carlo' were familiar!

It's Estelle, no, it's Rino Yavi - those eyes are exactly like her!

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