There was a moment of silence in the square, and Aristotle's words were summed up by the old madman: "God has proved that Amun is blessed and that learning a craft is the manifestation of a miracle." It's hard to refute unless someone stands up and shouts, "The craftsmanship of Duk Town has been passed down through the generations, and it doesn't need the blessing of a patron saint." "Who would dare to say that, all the people here have been deeply convinced of God's protection for many years and have been implanted in their souls.

Even those who doubt it can only be secretly entangled, and repent in their doubts, because if they say it, they will be abandoned by everyone around them. So it's not a question of whether you want to believe or not, but you have to express piety, which is also to protect yourself.

Seeing that no one spoke, the old madman turned his head to Aristotle and said, "Sir, your argument just now implies many dangerous assumptions, I wonder if you are aware of it?"

Aristotle saw Nietzsche's eyes, and there was a hint of a playful sneer in the old man's gaze. Only Aristotle himself knew in his heart that his syllogism would indeed lead to dangerous conclusions if it had been premised on a different premise. For example, if the child does not have the permission of the Patronus, and he learns the skill of the miner, then it means that the permission of the Patronus is not required to learn the skill of the Patronus.

The onlookers felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't point out what was wrong, and that's why. No one dared to open his mouth to deny the oracle, because that was the starting point of everything, and it had to be the premise, but the old madman was clearly hinting at something when he asked Aristotle.

Amon had been standing stubbornly, and at this moment his body involuntarily trembled again, turned his head and glanced at Aristotle with a grateful look, and looked at the old madman in confusion. Unlike the others, Amon apparently heard the old madman's voice, and Nietzsche was not only asking Aristotle rhetorically, but also seemed to be suggesting something to him.

The churning in Amon's heart was no less than when he was forced to ask by Xiao Gu just now, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, and this debate contained many assumptions that people couldn't believe and couldn't say, such as: Goddess Mu Yun doesn't exist at all, Goddess Mu Yun exists but doesn't pay attention to it at all, you don't need to use the blessing of the guardian god to learn the skills of a miner, and if you need to give a blessing, maybe it can be another god...... And so on and so forth.

Amon's face flushed, as if he was drunk, and his expression was a little dazed, for this miner's son, it was indeed indigestible to think of so much in an instant. And today, he is the party to this incident and has to think about it.

Aristotle seemed to understand Nietzsche's sneer, put his hand on his chest and smiled: "I am not disrespectful to any god, and my devotion to the god comes from what we want, not what we want." People should be pious to their beliefs, but God's existence is not subject to someone's will. ”

He wisely avoided this kind of questioning, and the old madman did not continue to dwell on it, but turned around and said in a deep tone, and said coldly to Xiao Gu: "There is only one explanation for this matter, that is, Lord Priest, your actions have damaged the brilliance of Goddess Mu Yun, and the goddess has not blessed Amun through you, the priest. We all know that the radiance of the goddess is eternal, but the loyalty of the priests is to be tested. ...... Look, Greal, since everyone is here, what are we going to do with this priest?"

Xiao Gu's face turned pale, cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and his legs trembled a little. He never expected that the situation would take such a turn for the worse, and that the person facing the rebuke would be himself, and the old madman's words clearly questioned whether he was still qualified to continue to serve as a priest. He read two words clearly from the old madman's eyes—coldness!

But Mayor Dusty on the side never spoke, just watching the excitement with cold eyes.

Xiao Gu has been in Duke Town for too long, and he has gradually forgotten how he first got into this position, and everything was thanks to the help of the old madman. The old madman said, "You are a very simple man, you are very intelligent, and above all you have a real name in the world, and there is no one in this town who is more suitable to be a priest and scribe of the temple than you." ”

However, Xiao Gu sat in this position for a long time, and gradually made friends with the noble adults in the city-state, and even had secret ambitions for the position of mayor of Dasty, but ignored the old madman who had never shown himself for many years. The old madman is so sharp when he doesn't say crazy things, is this an attempt to ruin his future in public? Just like helping him to sit in this position in the first place?

Xiao Gu took a step back and said in a loud voice: "Oh, old Mr. Nietzsche, it seems that this is a complete misunderstanding, I didn't know that you had received the instructions of the great Goddess Mu Yun in your dream, although this is rare, but it is not unprecedented. In the records of the Divine Book, when there was no temple in Duke Town, it was the goddess Mu Yun who directly blessed the earliest craftsmen in the town and taught us the skills that have been passed down from generation to generation. ...... Amun, he is a child who is favored by the goddess. ”

Xiao Gu hurriedly threw out the record of the divine book, which is also a legend of Duke Town since ancient times, explaining the origin of the craftsmanship of this place, and later people built a magnificent temple according to such a legend, which was many, many years ago. It doesn't matter whether to deal with Amon or not now, Xiao Gu has to protect himself first.

Mayor Dusty finally spoke on the side, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, the Divine Book does have such a record. ...... Mr. Aristotle, you said you had come here to do something for Lord Dick, what was the matter? ”

The mayor of the town was obviously trying to interrupt, and Aristotle replied, "Miss Mary, no, Lord Mary is not well, and the servant who serves her happens to be sick, and she needs to find a servant in the town to serve her, and this man must be able to do the heavy work, about three days." ”

Dusty wondered a little, and secretly said in his heart that there were so many followers of Rod Dirk, why did he need to find a servant in the town?, but he didn't say much, and asked gently, "What kind of person do you need to find?"

Aristotle glanced at Amon seemingly carelessly, and said unhurriedly: "First, it cannot be a woman who has ever had a man, second, it cannot be a mature man, and third, there must be no ash in his hair or mud in his nails." ”

"Fourth, he must have a pure heart, and fifth, he must be favored and approved by the goddess Isis. "Aristotle had just finished speaking, and the old madman added two more to it, and today he had a lot to say.

Aristotle was slightly stunned, then nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, there are these two, are there such people in the town? If so, the reward is one gold coin per day, and the generosity of Lord Dick is admirable." ”

As soon as Dusty heard Aristotle's three conditions, he understood that if Maria's original servants were sick, it would be very difficult for Master Dick's entourage to find such a person. These were in fact Gabriel's requests, and when she received the Tears of the Gods, she demanded that Mary live according to the standards of a saint, because she will soon become a true saint.

Gabriel put forward five conditions, but Aristotle only said the first three, because for the inhabitants of Duk Town, the last two conditions are the same, and they are afraid that no one will find them, but the old madman casually fills them up.

The inhabitants of Duke Town usually deal with furnaces and ores, and these days the mayor of the town has ordered to pay all the arrears of taxes for the season, and a huge caravan has come to the town, and every household has been working on the stove fire without stopping, either to pay taxes or to mine the sacred stones in time for more goods.

It's too hard to find someone here who doesn't have ash in his hair and mud in his nails, and there are only three of them in the entire square: Dusty, Xiao Gu, and Amon. Amon was clean, had just bathed in the cold spring at night, washed his clothes together, dried them in the rising sun in the early morning, and got dressed before returning to the town.

The old madman laughed: "Luckily, there is only one of us here who meets the criteria you said, he is a child, he is not yet an adult, and you know why he is standing here because of the favor of the goddess Isis." ...... Amon, go with this gentleman. ...... Sir, please pay three gold coins to his father. ”

The mayor of the town also walked down the steps, patted Amon on the shoulder very rarely, and said, "Son, go with this gentleman, do everything according to his orders, and don't neglect the most honorable guests in this town." ”

The crowd parted ways, and Aristotle took Amon with him. Before leaving, Amon helped his father, who was kneeling on the ground, to his feet, and the old madman whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, there are only good things and no bad things, and you don't have to worry about this anymore." ”

After Amon left, the crowd did not disperse, and the old madman still stood at the front and said to the town elder: "The priest of the temple used the ancient divine book to prove that Amon was not at fault, and that he was blessed by the goddess Mu Yun. But it also proves that the priests have forgotten the instructions of the Divine Book and have been blinded to their souls. If it weren't for our honored guest's reminder, Lord Xiao Gu would have cut off one of his fingers. Mayor, Mr. High Priest, what should we do with this?"

Xiao Gu's cold sweat that had just dried ran down again, he didn't expect the old madman to be so ruthless today, if he bit this question and didn't let it go, and it reached the ears of those priests in the city-state main temple, he wouldn't feel good. Xiao Gu stepped forward in an almost pleading voice and said: "It was my negligence, I have never encountered such a thing since I became a priest, thank you respected elder Mr. Nietzsche for reminding me, I am willing to atone for my reckless behavior, and I hereby apologize to Amun." ”

When the noble priest also came down the steps, he actually leaned down and patted the dust on the knees of Amun's father, and the eyes of the townspeople widened. This frightened Ameng's father, and he quickly took two steps back and said, "Lord Xiao Gu, you don't have to be like this, what to do is the matter of the adults and the instructions of the goddess, I believe that the great goddess Mu Yun is protecting Ameng." ”

But the old madman sneered, "You can't refuse the kindness of such a noble priest, how kind and generous he is! ...... Elder Town, I suggest that their family's taxes for this year should be paid by Lord Xiao Gu. ”

Xiao Gu had already straightened up, and immediately nodded, "Okay, no problem!" His tone was very generous, because the old drunkard mined almost the fewest divine stones in a year in the town, usually only four divine stones in the basic tax. But then he frowned slightly, and he thought that it was not only the old drunkard who could mine the divine stones now, but Amon was obviously a good hand, and if there happened to be a lot of divine stones mined in the next year, he would have to pay nine out of every ten in taxes, but it was also a big expense.

But in this case, Xiao Gu already had to agree.

Mayor Dusty nodded, "Then the matter is over, and I will record what happened in the name of the mayor of this town, but only to record it, and not report it to the temple of the city-state as a blasphemous incident." Okay, it's okay here, let's all disperse. ”

These words are equivalent to taking Xiao Gu's handle, Mayor Dusty has to make a record and declare that he will not report it, but the implication is that he can report it, Xiao Gu, as a priest of the temple, violated the oracle, and the story of the matter is very detailed and there are witnesses. Mayor Dusty also vaguely knew that Xiao Gu had deliberately befriended the adults in the city-state in the past two years, and had thoughts about the status of the mayor, but now was not the time to tear his face, after all, the affairs of the town could not find a more suitable person to help deal with it for the time being, so take the opportunity to give him a proper warning.

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