Looking at the smiling Wall, Owen Hart was at a loss. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked around at a loss, and saw his father, who looked bitter but somewhat relaxed, and his grandfather, who was sitting there in frustration, silently caressing the holy book that never left him, as well as the elders and relatives of the family, as well as the other high-ranking members of the Church of the God of Scholars.

“...... What's going on?" he couldn't help but ask.

"It's complicated to say in detail, but to put it simply, I inherited the priesthood of the god of the previous generation of scholars. The god of knowledge and culture, the robed old man who called himself Wol, smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything to take advantage of people's danger, but the priesthood of 'scholar' cannot remain vacant forever. And I've been working in that direction, so I took over the ministry - of course, I'm not a god of scholars right now, or rather, I'm not just a god of scholars. ”

Owen Hart was silent for a moment and asked, "So, what about our majesty?"

Walle shook his head, "You won't be able to see Him again for a long, long time to come. Perhaps in the future, when I step into the power of God, I will have enough power to resurrect Him as my god...... But it was destined to be a very far, far away thing, maybe hundreds of years, even thousands of years, and maybe even a legendary mage would not live to see that scene with his own eyes. ”

Owen then understood where the elders' expressions came from, he thought for a while, and asked, "So, do you want us to believe and serve you, just as we did when we believed and served Your Majesty?"

"I'm not asking for anything. Wohl shook his head and said, "You are devout believers in Him, and I have no intention of insulting your loyalty." But as you can see, I have inherited His priesthood, and He will not be resurrected until I am strong enough to separate a part of this ministry and reconstruct the Servant based on it. ”

Owen hung his head: "To show us losers who have nowhere to return your majesty?"

His voice was soft, but there was a palpable hint of resentment in his tone.

Instead of getting angry, Wohl said kindly, "Show off or show, no, I'm not going to be that boring." I just feel compelled to tell you about it. After all, the future is still far away, and you should always think more about it for the future. ”

Ou Wenming confessed the meaning of this god, he was also fifteen years old, not a child. He has already been involved in some political things, and he has also studied them specifically.

The God of Knowledge and Culture deigned to come and show his divine power, in fact, to tell the Hart family, to tell the believers of the God of Scholars that the God they believed in did not return, and that now they had no other way to go but to turn to Him.

This is not much cruelty or bullying, as a great deity, the God of Knowledge and Culture is gentle, if not quite forgiving.

However, Owen is still inevitably disappointed and complaining.

He was not a very devout believer, but he had long been accustomed to believing in the god of scholars, and it became a part of his life like eating, drinking, and sleeping. Now that the god of knowledge and culture wants him to change this habit, it is really difficult for him to accept.

Naturally, the thoughts in his heart could not be concealed from Woer, who looked at this wonderful holy son and couldn't help but smile again.

It is truly amazing that He has never seen, or even imagined, that there could be a Son in the world who is not a devout believer.

This young man, Owen Hart, was not a devout believer who wholeheartedly believed in the God of Scholars, and although he understood the teachings of the God of Scholars well and fulfilled them well in life, deep down he did not agree with this set of teachings.

For him, these teachings, this life, and this belief were just a habit.

Yes, it's just a habit.

It's a wonderful and reasonable thing, but it's just that it makes people care a lot.

He smiled and pressed his hand on the top of Owen's head, and the gentle will flowed into the heart of the other man with warm divine power.

"Young man, I don't feel any uneasiness on your part, but why don't you want to trust me?"

In the heart, He asked.

Owen, who had communicated with the god of scholars many times, immediately reacted and replied with the same heart: "I have long been accustomed to the life of believing in my lord, and it is a part of my life, just like the divine power that once filled this magic tower. I don't want to change it. ”

"But life is always changing. "Just as one grows up." ”

"What is the short life of a man to a great god?"

Woel was silent for a moment and said, "I once heard a story from my Lord God, His Majesty the Great Void Mask, would you be interested in hearing it?"

"Of course, I would like to listen to your teachings. ”

So, Owen saw that the scenery in front of him changed, and instead of standing inside the magic tower, he stood in the air, watching a swarm of tiny insects swim in the water.

"It's a very small and delicate bug that is born in the spring, grows in the summer, and lays eggs and dies in the fall. The eggs survive one winter, hatch the next spring, and begin the journey of life. Wall demonstrated the life of the tiny worm in front of the boy, "whose life is so short that it is impossible to know what 'winter' is and what 'year' is." ”

The boy nodded, but didn't understand why he was demonstrating.

The screen turns to reveal a large turtle crawling slowly in the swamp, its back covered with mottled patterns, which looks like a huge rock, and there are even a lot of weeds growing on the rock.

"This is an ancient turtle that lives in the swamp, and its life is very monotonous, sleeping when it is full, and eating when it wakes up. Every once in a while, it will become drowsy due to the tidal cycle of magical power, and unfold a life similar to hibernation - from one hibernation to the next, it is about a thousand years. ”

The boy looked at the slow-moving giant tortoise in amazement, marveling at its long lifespan.

The picture changed again, turning into a tiny flying insect in the air, it fluttered, at first it was very agile, but after a while it slowed down. Pairs gather in pairs, mate, lay eggs, and die.

"This is another small bug, from hatching to death, only one day before and after, and the most will be about two or three days. "Their lives are so short that they can't even know 'a week.'" ”

The picture continues to change, turning into a towering ancient tree, each hanging branch like an ordinary tree.

"This is a sacred tree, hundreds of thousands of years have passed since its birth......

"What exactly do you want to tell me, great deity?" Owen asked, puzzled.

"That's what I asked at the beginning, and then His Majesty Void Kamen said to me that whether it's those bugs that have a short life, or the sacred trees that live longer than most gods, what they live is actually just 'one life'. ”

"Short life is not something to be lamented, longevity is not something to be proud of, in the face of the long river of time, even the gods may not be truly immortal, so as long as you live seriously and live seriously once, you can be satisfied. "The fallen god of scholars has undoubtedly lived seriously once, but what about you?"

Owen was silent for a long time, and finally bowed down before him. (To be continued.) )