"Why are the elders bothering you?" said Magellan, who managed to calm down, and then involuntarily began to pester the stonemasons with all sorts of questions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"We are the Iseliyas," said the stonemason, who was in good health, jumping around on the stones like a monkey and throwing around with a powdered wooden cup in his hand, "the elders do not like the Loren, and the Loren do not like the Iseliyas...... You know, we are, new ground. ”

Magellan nodded thoughtfully, though he didn't quite understand what "new territory" meant.

"I don't believe in the gods of the Iseliyas, so the elders don't like me," Science said, a helpless smile on his face, "You know that we Iseliyas have gods who only care for the Iseliyas, unlike all other peoples. ”

Magellan followed him, not knowing what to say.

The stonemason was quite talkative, and although Magellan did not say anything, he continued.

"I don't think it's time now, maybe the god really exists, but he definitely doesn't look the other way for the Iseliyas. That's why I founded the Stonemasons' Guild," the stonemasons smiled, "and only half of the children in our family will starve to death now. ”

"That's ...... It's amazing......"

"Right," said the stonemason, whose name was science, smiled wider, "the people of Iseliya can live a little better, so I think we need to believe in the new gods." ”

"Why do we have to believe in God?"

"It's a very simple truth, people always have to know what is right and what is wrong. ”

"Is God right?"

"If he is not right, then he is not God," the stonemason's smile was simple, "God is always right, he will not make mistakes, he will be good to believers, he will show them direction." ”

"And then?"

"Then the elders started hating me. The stonemason's smile remained the same, as if he were saying good news, "Of course they are right, I will make the god of the Iseliyas angry by doing so, but I think the god will not do anything to me, he is too lazy to care about the Iseliyas." ”

"So you think it's not important that the elders hate you, and it's not important that your gods of the Iseliyahs hate you?"

"It's important that you know what's right. ”

Magellan stopped, and for the first time looked seriously at the stonemason with a smile on his face.

"And what about after death? Your soul will have nowhere to go. ”

"Do what is right when you are alive, and go to heaven when you die. ”

Magellan looked at the rightful look on the face of the stonemason named Science and let out a long sigh.

Then he watched as it all changed, as if he had stepped across a world.

In front of him was a small room, and an old man with a white beard was sitting on a chair, writing something on parchment, and he had a wooden cup in his hand.

When Magellan appeared, the old man raised his eyelids, and then continued to write, until he had finished writing and put the quill pen aside, and then raised his head again.

"So this time God has chosen a decent lobbyist......" he shook his head and stood up, took the copper kettle, which had only half of the spout left, and filled it into the wooden cup, and then filled it in a richly decorated silver cup, and pushed it in front of Magellan. "Running errands for him must not be a good errand, drink some to warm your body. ”

Magellan walked up to the table, a little surprised at the strength of the old man, he was short, but he had a strength beyond most people, almost like a dwarven chieftain.

For an old man with a gray beard, this is particularly rare.

"So what is it this time, I have made a ritual according to his request, according to the worship of the sun god, and then what? he doesn't really want me to declare His Majesty the Emperor the god himself, right?"

Magellan held the cup and didn't know what to say.

"Well, you feel unspeakable, that's why you're not an emperor. The old man sat back in his chair and put his hand on the wooden cup, "I know that this day is always coming, and he wants me to revise my teacher's book of revelation......"

He rubbed the wooden cup in his hand, and Magellan suddenly realized that it was the stonemason's cup, although it had an extra crack and an extra hoop.

"Do you believe in God? look at you, Mars Minerva, not like, Mercury, he blesses you to run fast, you can always catch up, it's good......"

"I don't think God will give the believer anything to see and touch," Magellan said slowly, as he pondered at the same time, "though that does not detract from the greatness of God, it is important." ”

"No, it doesn't matter because it doesn't detract from God's greatness. The old man spoke in a loud voice and with an infectious expression, almost like an orator, "You know the nature of God better than most priests, and your God will bless you." ”

"How are you going to change your teacher's book of revelation?"

"Well, it's really like the type he likes," the old man took a sip of tea from his cup and made a snoring sound, "Add to the old scriptures that the Iseliyas don't like the most, and make him a part of the gods, anyway, he is already a god, and he will make a start, and it will be easy to talk about it later." ”

"Is it necessary?"

"What are you talking about? stupid question," the old man's oratorial temperament was unmistakable, and he was more confident than the gods themselves, "of course it is necessary. ”

"It was once said that God knows what is right, that is the only and the total. ”

For the first time, the old man looked at Magellan seriously, he held the wooden cup, and for the first time there was a little emotion on his face: "I gave everything, and it was not for anything unnecessary, listen, boy, I don't believe in God." ”

"So you're going to make your teacher a god?"

"He is God!" the old man let out a terrifying roar, like a lion, "He knows what is right, only he knows!"

"What about miracles?"

Magellan had a sense of a historical mission, as if he was being pushed by some force to speak the question.

"I'll arrange it," the old man glanced at Magellan with disdain, "reassure His Majesty the Emperor that I will crown him and that God will not trouble him." ”

"What makes you think that supernatural power is so powerful?"

"You haven't seen it, so naturally you will think so, don't be ignorant," the old man sat back in his chair with a huff, "if you promise a god that he will have an emperor's son, he will be willing to help you." ”

"Aren't you afraid that God will hear you say that?"

"Ha," said the old man, with a sarcastic expression, "he did hear it, come, let's hear what he has to say." ”