100 years is enough for something to happen?

A hundred years is enough for a young sapling to grow into a towering tree, enough for a person to go from croaking to death, enough for a settlement to become a town and then a city-state, enough for a city-state to open up new sub-states on another land, enough for a nomad to measure the territory of dozens of kingdoms and city-states with his footsteps, and enough for a hermit to be as widely known as the existence of mothers, dusk, and night.

During this time, the remnants of the old days held a dream symposium.

"Have you figured out your name?"

"Hmm." He took one back in the Red of War, and now it's just a matter of removing the affiliation and changing the description of authority.

"What about the name of the god?" The Creator asked again.

"Isn't that the Hermit?" Thoth didn't understand what he meant.

The Goddess of the Night explained, "The Hermit can be used as a god's name, but it is the name of a potion after all, and you can express your personality a little. Just as Eumibella is the Sequence 0 'Mother' of the Cultivator's Pathway, she is better known as the Goddess of the Harvest. ”

"Indeed...... It's easier to be awe-inspiring than 'mother' or 'goddess of harvest'. ”

"So think again, after all, the name of God is not easy to change at will, once it is determined, people will call you that for hundreds or even thousands of years to come."

So when he woke up, Thoth seriously wrote down seven or eight names on the paper: Master of Mysteries, God of Hidden Worlds, God of History, Hidden Sages, and Endless Spiritual Numbers...... At the end of writing, he remembered that he had been grinding on the "Fairy Sword 3" web page for a quarter of an hour, just to get a suave ID, and an unspeakable shame mixed with melancholy welled up in his heart, he no longer pondered, and directly said silently, "I will choose whoever the little rooster clicks......

Incidentally, he was enjoying a honey cake from a ten-year-old shop when he did this, so it seemed to the Angel of Time that the great and mysterious hermit was moving his cheeks and humming rhythmically from his nose, while poking the tip of his pen on the paper full of square words—which had made the Angel of Time frown. They are so different from all the language systems in existence that they are still undecipherable after a hundred years, which undoubtedly dampens the pride of an angelic decipher.

"So what the hell are you doing?"

"Seek my god's name with the ancient divination of prehistory." Thoth replied ambiguously, thinking that next time he might try "North, South, West, West, South, West".

When the angels will be skeptical.

"Really, believe it or not." Thoth brushed the cake crumbs off the paper, "yes, that's it." ”

"Did you do it on purpose?" Amon let out a sigh of relief, "You know I can't read this kind of writing. ”

"Then you can read at least four words now. Come, read with me—the hidden, the hidden, the virtuous. ”

In short, after this clever operation, the hermit became a hidden sage. The Creator arranged for a craftsman to engrave the painting of the Angel of Destiny on a clay tablet and print it on the parchment of the Holy Text, with the following inscription: "The Hidden Sage has arisen from the end of chaos, and he has sweated and shed blood with millions of people to drive demons to the endless abyss." He holds the keys to ancient history, has eyes to spy into secrets, and is the embodiment of endless numbers and knowledge. He is a friend of mankind, an enemy of demons, and the nurturer of the Son of God. "And before the latest edition of the holy scriptures spread to the Northern Continent, some customs and practices were gradually taking shape—

For example, the wandering Gabians go to the edge of the desert every year to plant a tree. After being rescued by the White Deer, the leader of the Gabians tried to repay it with elixir and cream, but was refused. "These are only the things that the human beings need, and the deer need only a full stomach of water and grass and a forest to live in, if you really want to repay me, come to the edge of the desert every year and plant a tree, and when it grows luxuriantly enough, I will bring it to my oasis." Since then, the Gabians have come here every day with saplings, leaving behind greenery and singing and dancing in the border towns. The man blew the long and desolate trumpet, depicting the hot wind of the hunt and the despair of the desperate day, and the woman drew white flowers and leaves on her cheeks and arms with plant juice, and spun perfect circles with light dance steps, imitating the graceful and noble posture of the white deer, and the stories and music of the deer and the traveler spread throughout the land.

For example, the Gnuno people who walk out of the snowy mountains will tie a white feather to the end of their hair. The white medical officer bird made them understand the mysteries hidden in the snow-capped mountains, and taught them which plants could be ground into anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicines, which plants could be processed to make soup to ward off the cold, which plants could eat the stems, and which plants could eat the roots. In addition to this, it will occasionally bring new things from the outside world, a fruit that has never been seen before, a finely crafted clay vase, a delicate flower, a sharp pickaxe...... The Gnuno people realized that the era of the devil's wolf was gone, that life was restored, order was established, prosperity was created, and they could live better, so they moved to a warmer zone.

For example, the inhabitants of a seaside town would place some chopped fish and shrimp on the windowsill as a reward for the messenger. When the blue bird had eaten its fill, it had the strength to fly over the waves and waves, find the boat carrying its relatives and friends, and bring back thoughts and blessings, and relief and promise—and from then on, the waiting was less torment and more hope.

For example, members of a secret knot society that has sparked an archaeological craze in a short period of time hang straw butterflies on the bedside. The search for history is fascinating, but it is also easy to get contaminated with something unclean—they do not cried when the sun is shining and the spirit is full, but they will appear in the middle of the moon and at nightfall, and the flock of butterflies that roam in the dream will form a protective umbrella with their shining wings, so that the filthy rain will not wet the dream.

There are many more examples of the like, which cannot be mentioned here—these little things are like pearls scattered in the sand of the river, just waiting to be strung together by a silver thread to form a dazzling necklace. So the rumor spread at the right time, to the effect that:

"A sleeping god has long since returned, and with it his dependents have risen to exercise his will, to spread his grace, and to show his love. On this basis, a more detailed statement emerged: "The white deer clothed in nine colors is his mount, the white ibis is his healer, the blue finch is his messenger, and the frosty woman in white is his attendant......"

All in all, it creates a feeling that "this god must be very powerful with so many followers...... At least that is true when ignoring the premise that He can appear in different images to different people.

Yes, mighty - after realizing this, some people are no longer satisfied with praying for a sweet dream, a peace of mind, a timely rain to moisten the dry fields, and then seek the knowledge to enrich their minds, the power to change their fate, and the power to forge their position, and the gods will naturally bestow knowledge, power, and power on these mortals who have a thirst for a closer moment, so that they can become the best of the human race, and also become their own sword and shield, hand and eye, throat and tongue.

And for the first time in history, it was the Gabians who established such a win-win relationship with the hidden sage. After receiving extraordinary gifts, what made them famous was no longer limited to passionate dance steps, exquisite tricks and inexpensive handicrafts; There are also hidden scrolls, dazzling spells and fantastic creatures of all shapes and sizes – the former is a source of awe.