The more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes.

At the same time, Richard noticed that now that the public was in public, and the big people in it did not shy away from it at all, and there was obviously only one possibility—the basket he poked was too big to cover.

Richard's face suddenly turned into a purebred bitter gourd color.

Bald Bird, I hate you all my life!

The next moment, Richard's heart hung in the air.

In the crowd surrounded by knights, there was suddenly a fat guy with a generous body and a golden body, and he happily put forward his opinion, "I think, it's not as complicated as everyone thinks. The person who arranged all this could also be a fool who didn't know anything. Like in the knight's novels, he was inexplicably lucky. But because he was a ridiculous bun, he chose to do the stupid thing of cultivating apostles in this land shrouded in holy light. ”

The more the fat brother talked, the more he rose, "I think he may not even know the elemental fluctuations......"

When Richard heard this, he didn't dare to listen anymore.

He had to admit that, in addition to personal attacks, this person basically guessed more than ninety percent of the truth.

Glancing wide-eyed at the people inside, especially the Master Turan. Although Richard was sure that he wasn't so easily exposed through the conversation with Goathead, it was better to be careful.

However, the reaction was completely different from what he expected.

Hearing the fat brother's insight, Master Turan, who had a fairy face, shook his head with a smile, and then glanced at the fat brother with the eyes of a fool.

He was adamant, "It's not possible. The creation of the apostles required the divine power of the gods themselves. And the only way to summon the god Stolas is through sacrifice. ”

"'Sacrifice is a tribute to the gods, which originates from the oral covenant of the shepherd, and remains unchanged for eternity. Even though there are many mysteries, there is no way to see them. The only thing that can be done by human power is to comply and remember. 'A thousand years ago, my patriarch Adrien the Dragonrider had a message!'" Master Turan raised his voice.

"And the way to sacrifice this god?"

The bearded old man recited an ancient text, "The palace of gold must be used to place four treasures, namely the flying feather of the immortal bird, the single horn of the water dragon, the colorful tail of the vulture, and the fangs of the three-headed dog." Thirty kowtows, and a thousand men outside the apse danced with swords, and committed suicide eight hundred, and sacrificed with human blood until the light bloomed'. ”

His Royal Highness the prince of the gang also immediately helped, and he looked at the fat brother playfully, "My dear Rudolph, tell me what lucky fool can do these things." ”

As this one spoke, others also mocked.

"Mr. Rudolph, don't say much if you don't know. ”

"What do the farmers in the market see, what is there to say. ”

"There's such a thing as a knight's novel, I really didn't expect you to like it, Mr. Rudolph. ”

......

Not only them, but soon even the group of melon-eating people watching the play outside joined the ridicule team, and booed the fat brother who almost caught the truth of the matter.

In the face of this ridicule, Rudolph thought that he was timid, and only looked embarrassed, and smirked at the people around him, ready to cover up the past.

Seeing that this fat brother clearly told the truth, but got this kind of encounter, Richard's expression was very complicated.

He only knew that at this moment, "the truth is only in the hands of a few" triumphed over "the eyes of the masses are clear".

couldn't help but look at Master Turan, who was still brushing his beard and posing with a fairy wind and bones, Richard thought to himself: "At this level, I'm embarrassed to be the first in the world, master, I'm much better than you." ”

What is unfathomable, what palace of gold, what phoenix feathers and dragon horns, what sacrifice of eight hundred, what human blood sacrifice......

It's all bullshit!

I used elemental stones, frosted glass, and magic arrays to summon the bald birds out of the broken cellar. When he did this kind of thing, he told me that he was doing a good job.

Richard smiled bitterly.

His gaze suddenly shifted to the knife hanging from his waist.

The round and cute expression on the handle of the knife completely interpreted his mood at the moment.

As a result, Richard couldn't help but look to the right, the corners of his mouth curled, his eyebrows jumped and jumped, and the whole person was briefly "funny".

The worry about his future, the depression of not doing anything after half a year, and the confusion about the future all disappeared at this moment.

Since he had a terminal illness in his previous life, Richard was unwilling to read a lot of books desperately, but he didn't expect to open a door to a new world.

He knew that before the birth of science, the ancients' method of understanding the world focused on grasping the whole world, and often guessed and speculated on the whole without understanding the many details of things, and summed up various theoretical views. These speculations and theories are often used as the final answer.

It wasn't until after the Renaissance that humans understood that their cognitive abilities were limited.

By studying one or two classics, or believing in authority, you think that you can see all the truth, but it is not much different from closing the door to the car. Only through rigorous observation, experimentation, and inductive testing can we approach the truth step by step.

After the crossing, through various observations and experiences, Richard was able to determine the authenticity of this statement.

But he still has a little awe of this magical world, after all, this world has many supernatural powers, the most typical of which are gods.

Unfortunately, this idea was later disillusioned.

Whether it is a bald bird or a goat's head, he feels that he is another kind of "person" who is superior to others, and he is far from being omniscient.

After that, Richard's focus was on the magician, who symbolized wisdom and reason.

Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that the Turan master in front of him slapped him hard.

Under the starry sky, the person who knows the secrets of the gods best is still in the stage of authority worship and memorizing ancient texts all day long, so what else is he afraid of.

Richard looked at this Turanian master, and suddenly remembered that text—Kong Yiji.

What kind of "Golden Palace" and "Kill Eight Hundred Mutual Killing" things, and the four ways of writing the fennel character, it doesn't seem to be too different.