The true gods of the world of Feren, each with their own reading space, like Osiris's underworld, Mithra's elemental world, nature, the sun god Apollo Ding, her reading space if described in one word is clean.

The blue sky, the white clouds, a sun hanging in the sky, the endless earth, but it all seems to be still, the clouds are motionless, there will be no dark sky here, and the palace of Apollo Ding is in the sun hanging high in the sky, or the palace itself is luminous, and it looks like the sun from a distance.

And on that boundless ground, it is somewhat similar to the Buddha's palm Buddha kingdom, full of kneeling souls, prostrate there, receiving the baptism of the sun, motionless, naturally they are also immersed in endless illusions, these purest people who believe in the sun god Apollo Ding, finally get the life they want, although it is only a dream, of course, the people who are immersed in it will not think it is fake, this situation sounds a bit like Don Quixote's hometown, a country on earth made a movie"Hacker Empire", those who are immersed in the fantasy woven by the computer do not think that all this is fake, everything they can feel is real.

So, from another point of view, these pure believers have indeed obtained eternal life, they have obtained everything they want, in their own world, except for the sun god, they are kings, of course, whether such a life is really happy, only they know, and moreover, one sand and one world, one leaf and one bodhi, when outsiders question whether this illusory world is real, have those people ever thought about whether the life they live is also a fantasy? At least one thing, compared to the struggling people in the real world, these people who are immersed in their own world and don't know it are more like the protagonists in a novel, and they must have had a good time.

"Whew~Whew~" Constantly close to the sun temple in the sky, you will hear the sound of the wind that seems to be whirring, this is the heat emitted by this temple causes the air to rise and form a strong airflow, but although the outside of the temple is radiating bursts of high temperature, because of the power of the true god, the inside of the temple is unexpectedly cool, and because it is backlight, looking out, you can also see a lot of good scenery, although in fact, the reading space of the sun god is also empty, if it is not for those souls crawling on the ground, I am afraid that there is a fight with the former underworld。

However, compared to the palace of the god of death, the palace of the sun god feels much better, there will not be such an eerie and terrifying feeling, but will give people a warm feeling from the bottom of their hearts, of course, this does not show how kind Apollo Ding is, in fact, it can be seen from what she did, compared to the natural cute, harmless Osiris, Apollo Ding is much more dangerous, but the power of Apollo Ding is positive, described by temperature is above zero, and Osiris's power is negative, below zero.

However, no matter which palace it is, the common place is lonely, obviously this is also the price of the true god, with invincible power, but also to endure endless loneliness, I think this is why the goddess of time was willing to give up the god position and fall into the mortal world.

"Where is it?" In this lonely and empty palace, suddenly there sounded a very cute-sounding voice, naturally this sound can only be Apollo Ding, each goddess has their own way to pass the time, such as Osiris in a daze, such as Mithra's production elemental life accompanies him, and Apollo Ding is to read a book.

In fact, in the Temple of the Sun, there is a huge study, and the long two rows of bookshelves are the books that Apollo Ding collected her favorites, and naturally these books were brought back by her secretly from the Nether, but like Apollo Ding, a true god who cares about her face very much, this kind of secret is only known to herself, if any other person knows this secret, with the ruthlessness of this goddess, that person is destined to turn into ashes, and at this moment, this small true god is stepping on a ladder and seems to be rummaging for some books on the shelf, but maybe because it is too old, she seems to have forgotten where the book is.

"This isn't!" "Shove the book back into the shelf with her feet crossed, and the tall Apollo Dinglian slid down the ladder under her feet to the next shelf, "Damn, where did I put that book?"

"It's here! The sun god is on it, I actually misremembered the bookshelf number," said Apollo Ding, stepping on the ladder, cocking his feet again, and pulling out a book that seemed to be very old, the cover was very worn, but it was vaguely visible that the front was written in this line of words that had never appeared in the world of Faeron, and it was also a text exclusive to the true god, a divine script, and the meaning of this line of text translated, "Peter Pan Ancient Travels"-

"The smell here is really disgusting," even Leon, who didn't have much cleanliness, couldn't help but use his own strength to purify the air before inhaling it into his lungs, it was late at night, Don Quixote and Leon were strolling through the largest slave chamber in Ulaspil, and at this moment they happened to pass by the worst-treated serf area, and the environment here was not an exaggeration to describe as captive livestock.

Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders and clicked a picture of one of the cells with the Ferren camera in his hand, and then said, "Anyway, I'm here, so I'll take some material for the future report, this kind of photo is very incendiary." ”

"However," Speaking of this, Don Quixote couldn't help but feel a little emotional, "It's also the first time I've seen this kind of scene, to be honest, some of those children in our sixth ring will become the ** killer in the future, and I won't be different." ”

His tone was very indifferent, and he didn't get angry with Lantes' subordinates because Lantes almost killed Arthur Pendrey, because he knew very well that this had nothing to do with Leon, in fact, what was even more pitiful was that this man, as a seed, was to be devoured by that person after all, and once the contract was established, there was almost no way to break it.

Of course, Leon didn't know what Don Quixote was thinking at this time, and in fact, such a top-secret matter, with Arthur Pendri's surname, no third person in this world would know about it except for the Buddha, so he didn't seem to have changed at all." Probably not, our teaching over the years has also had a great corrective effect, if it was a waste that can't even control their own emotions, I would have kicked them out of the base a long time ago, our gold coins didn't fall from the sky, but, there are so many slave prisons, do you plan to hypnotize them one by one?"

"Come on," the two of them happened to be in a long corridor at this time, Don Quixote raised his foot and kicked a guard unconscious, and the sound of the armor crackling on the ground did not even attract the attention of the other guards nearby, obviously with the protection of the enchantment," Even if you have the leisure to accompany me, I don't have the patience myself, you must know that this big slave chamber is simply a small town, and there are nearly 10,000 slaves and guards combined, so it would be good to find the slave owner and ask him to gather all the slaves to the square during the day tomorrow, and then have a collective hypnosis. ”

"Do you want to use traceless hypnosis?" Leon knows that Don Quixote has two kinds of hypnosis, one is conventional, the advantage is that it is convenient and fast, with the current strength of Don Quixote, it can really be said that he can leave a hint as soon as he walks by, but the disadvantage is that he can find traces of the soul being invaded, and the other is the traceless hypnotism he named, which can also be said to be Don Quixote's signature spell, which modifies the soul indirectly through external condition-triggered methods, which is somewhat similar to his own hypnosis, the difference is that his is almost permanent, and his own kind needs to be repeated once for a while, "More than 10,000 slaves, isn't it necessary to inject them 10,000 times?"

"If there really is a mage who examines the souls of the slaves and finds that they are hypnotized, and makes the news public, if someone with a heart, such as a temple or something, intervenes, under the oath of God, it will prove that it is true, then this will be a stain on the Third Republic of Germany, which has not yet been established, think about it, a country that uses slaves to emancipate slaves, but in fact does use slaves to open the way, it itself has no way to exist, and the thing of reputation is extremely important for a country with a system like ours, and it is importantNow I don't need to use potions to deal with this kind of ordinary person."

"We present to the world a kingdom of light, but we ourselves can only exist forever in darkness. ”

"Almost," Don Quixote shrugged, "the Council of the Six Rings is an organization that is destined not to see the light, but Rommel is to blame for all this, who let this be her dream, and want to build such a country, it is really a troublesome woman." ”

"Hehe," to Don Quixote's complaint, Leon just smiled, did not nod, did not shake his head, obviously compared to Don Quixote's casual complaints, he did not have the courage, after all, he and Rommel are the relationship between ancestors and grandsons.

But thinking of this, Leon couldn't help but gossip a little, if Rommel married Don Quixote, then wouldn't he want to call Don Quixote great-great-grandfather or something

"This is it," Don Quixote said, pointing to a large room that was extraordinarily luxurious as that of a slave master, "the supreme ruler of the Slave Chamber of Commerce." ”

"It should be," Leon looked left and right, and the map said it was at the top.

"Bang!" Don Quixote kicked open the door, and there happened to be a fat man working a slave girl, and this image also happened to match the image of the slave owner in Don Quixote's mind, "Don't move, rob!"

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Perhaps it was because the battle many years ago had shrunk Apollo Ding, so that the things that Apollo Ding had used seemed to have been magnified, such as the desk in this long study, and the chair underneath her.

So in order to get to the table, Apollo Ding also had to put a stone under the chair of the same material as the floor, which could barely reach the surface of the desk, and at this time, the desk was the book "Peter Pan Ancient Travels" that seemed to have been read countless times by many people.

Running her little hand over the cover of the book, it was evident from Apollo Ding's gaze that she seemed to be caught in a memory, apparently one of the few things her father had left behind, and this book was one of them.

Opened the thick cover, there was a faint fragrance, produced by the father, it must be a fine product, naturally there will be no moldy oolong, and on the title page of the book is still a line of vigorous and powerful words.

"I dedicate this book to my seven unborn daughters, whom I hope they will enjoy—my father, Peter Pan Goo. (To be continued.) )