Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 29: Private space
"Too much superstitious belief in gods is also a sin, this statement..."
Tyles took a deep breath and asked this ridiculous and disrespectful joke decently:
"Megan sacrifices, does your goddess agree?"
Megan, however, smiled, with a relaxed tone:
"A good teacher will not like a student who respects him supremely, only lives his life, uses his power, and counts on his rescue without being conscious and making no progress."
Meghan glanced at Gilbert with no weight.
And Gilbert, who was numb, didn't even bother to change his expression.
Meghan has a long-term focus:
"Believers in God should be more humble. This kind of humility also covers how you view God and belief."
Thyls was thinking about it.
It's strange.
The familiar feeling before...here again.
"Then, magic, and wizard."
Thyls tried to recall his original intentions, and also tried to bring the topic back to what he was interested in:
"What is the status of these things that have disappeared for a long time in history in your eyes?"
"The victim? The perpetrator? The puppet of the way of young children, or the soil and cradle?"
"What dominates the prohibition and taboo of magic?"
Megan thought for a moment.
"In history, in the eyes of some traditional and conservative monks, magic is the culprit. It should be blamed for all kinds of crimes."
Thyls nodded "as expected".
But Megan turned and smiled:
"But in my opinion, maybe not so."
Thyls is curious again.
"Although they are rebellious and disrespectful to our god, and although arrogance and arrogance bring evil results, many mages — even the unfortunate practitioners of the way of the young child — they are also respectable warriors and pioneers. Existence is also very meaningful."
Megan nodded slowly and smiled:
"Their self-confidence and perseverance affect more than just themselves."
"I believe that the emergence of magic must be God’s intention and gift."
Thyls froze for a moment.
He stared up and blew his forehead.
Niya almost laughed out loud, but the clever little nun turned it into a cough in time.
"More importantly, they also affected us, the eldest son of God."
Meghan didn’t care about the prince’s expression. She looked around in the main study room of Mindith Hall and sighed:
"Look at the name of our class: Theology Class."
"But do you know?"
"A long time ago, the church—no matter which church—was so-called theology. In the eyes of many brothers and sisters at that time, God is omnipotent, and practice is the way to learn?"
Theology.
Thyls suddenly realized something.
"Until the mage gained power and magic was in power, the countless questions from the three towers—some of the organizations of the mage—started to threaten our existence: How can God accept faith? How can God be God? Exist?"
Megan’s words are calm.
But Thales took a deep breath.
Three towers.
Sure enough.
Megan is very interested and authentic:
"Their doubts and rebuttals force us to no longer only look at practice and action narrowly, but only seek faith and spirit, but also to go deep into the scope of theory and inquiry, and improve ourselves."
Tyles smiled and nodded to Megan.
He got it.
The familiar feeling just now...not a coincidence.
Humility, reflection, vigilance...
That's exactly, it was Ashida's familiarity with him when he lectured.
At the same time, Megan’s ideas and views on the Temple of Sunset that were revealed in Megan’s conversation today...
That is by no means the result of a certain religion, a certain church, or certain believers who can achieve thousands of years behind closed doors.
It is the result and product of countless talents and lofty people who have faced the challenges of the mages for thousands of years, under the persecution and urge of magic.
Thyls bit his lower lip lightly.
As the old crow said, it's like Exter and the stars influence and shape each other in a long confrontation.
Magic.
For thousands of years, they have also been among the heroes who have shaped beliefs, churches, and temples into the status quo in struggle and opposition.
But it indicates more than that.
Just listen to Megan continue:
"This is just an example—because the way of young children is not only born in magic, but also in the church, each rise of magic and wizards, and each decline of faith and temples can promote People of insight began to reflect."
"Prompt them to put aside their prejudices and obsessions, put aside conservativeness and formality, and truly listen to the oracles religiously."
Megan's sacrifice looks straight to Thales:
"Reflection on Self"
"Reform the church."
"Seize the opportunity."
Megan is very profound and authentic:
"Just like the saint priest Jiede a thousand years ago, after being raped by the army, she hung herself in a dilapidated church. Seeing the mysterious message of Saint Errol, she risked her head. Stop the mount of King Kessel VI, later the'Poison Emperor'."
"Just like the Prophet Brother Mohasa from 700 years ago, when he was dying on the battlefield after the disaster, he heard the goddess of the setting sun and extended his helping hand to find the destined King of Revival. "
Hearing this, Thales noticed that Gilbert's face was starting to look bad again.
"So..."
"Even when magic is popular, the mage controls the court, monopolizes knowledge, and despises the rest, even in the years when the way of the youngest son is the most respected, powerful and domineering..."
Megan's expression is quite moved:
"The believers of the gods still stick to their faith, sweeping the churches and temples that are seeing dilapidation day by day, leaving only one more choice for the blind and impulsive human beings who are self-confident and self-confident."
"Therefore, after Myojin Catholic Church, there is the Holy Day Church, and after the Battle of the End, there is the Temple of Sunset."
I didn't care about the old priest's expression, but Thales turned his attention to the nun Nia.
The prince curled his lips and released a bright smile at her.
The little nun noticed the prince's smile.
She shuddered slightly and turned to avoid subconsciously, showing her red ears.
But that's enough.
Tyles' eyes crossed Nia and fell on the luggage on the ground that was exposed after she turned around.
It belongs to the tomb of King Ansett...ancient metal nameplate.
Thyls cocked his mouth, ignoring the fact that Niya was even more flustered.
For thousands of years, after the Purification Project, there will always be traces of magic and wizards, not just the Kingdom Secret Division.
Also includes their biggest opponent.
"So Thales, what is magic?"
Thyls was lost for a moment and didn't care.
Fortunately, Megan did not ask him to answer:
"Magic is a mirror. The disaster brought about by the way of young children makes us aware of its absurdity and the wrong path we may be on. It forces us to face our weaknesses and discover a better self, and thus return The way to the eldest son-as I said, the two ways of elder and child are interdependent and mutually prove their importance."
Yes.
Just like Megan said.
Magic is like a mirror.
Similarly, faith and church are also mirrors of magic.
Reflect, show, and retain the mark of their millennia-old rivals.
Isn't it?
Thinking of this, Thales looked at the luggage behind Niya, looked at the outline of the ancient nameplate, and smiled more sincerely.
Niya avoided the prince's unbridled gaze, stiffly leaned down, tremblingly picked up the teapot, and went to refill Megan's already full cup of tea.
Megan's words sounded again:
"Even...the sorrow of magic is the trial we must go through, and it is the bitter fruit that comes naturally when we indulge in our own sins for a long time without knowing it."
"It is the anger and punishment that the gods descend upon us when they abandon the true meaning of faith, distort the will of the gods, ignore their own glory, and fall into the trap of the way of young children."
"This is what it means to us, perhaps to the world."
Speaking of which, Megan couldn't help but sigh:
"The road of faith is not all smooth sailing. Everyone will encounter setbacks. Every age has fallen into darkness. But we believe that every setback is only a test of God. In order to strengthen our faith and loyalty, they use the The dispute shows us the path that mankind should take."
"For believers of God, faith is always in danger, doubts are always there, and disputes between elders and children are always there."
She looked at the location of the sunset outside the window, thankful and authentic:
"But as long as the eldest son's fire is not extinguished..."
"The calamity of the young child has an end."
The silence returned to the room.
The sky outside the window is getting darker: dusk is approaching,
"Megan's sacrifice, I have to say."
Thyls spoke suddenly, half sincere and half deliberate:
"What you talked about today is really thought-provoking and a long aftertaste."
Meghan smiled and bowed politely to Thales:
"If it can inspire you a little bit, it will be my luck, and it will be a gift from the goddess."
Tyles nodded with gratitude:
"So, if I have doubts in my mind in the future, it is convenient to go to the Temple of Sunset, and ask you for advice?"
Clap!
Everyone in the room was taken aback.
It's Niya.
She didn't know when she broke the teacup, and was hurriedly picking it up on the ground, the roots of the ears behind the veil were extremely red.
All the people present have unusual self-cultivation. The three of them only glanced at them, then turned their eyes away, turning a blind eye.
"It is a great honor, Your Highness, the Goddess of Sunset to accept every believer who wants to approach her."
Megan seems to be in a good mood:
"You are welcome to visit me at any time. You don't even need to invite me in advance. I will let Nya meet me."
"Ah!"
The three turned their eyes again.
It was Niya who pierced her finger while picking up the debris on the carpet. She was covering her wound, raising her head to look at Megan aggrievedly, teary eyes.
Megan gave the little nun an unhappy look, who quickly stood up nervously.
"So..."
The elder priest coughed, stood up, and recovered his kindness:
"Let’s stop here today."
Thyls also stood up, smiling as usual:
"So fast?"
Great.
Megan smiled and pointed to the sky:
"The sunset has passed, and the night is coming."
Her tone is a bit deep:
"However, the starry sky is shining, indicating thousands of things."
"Unbelievable."
Thyls blinked:
"Is this a prophecy?"
The kind of flattery?
"No one can prophesy except God's prophets and messengers," Megan smiled softly:
"But even if it is a prophecy, it is only a prophecy."
Thyls didn't understand the logic of the babble, so he just continued to smile.
"What's more, Ms. Ji Ni told me to give you more time to rest."
This makes Thales move slightly:
"Do you know Ms. Ji Ni?"
"I know a lot of people," Megan said with emotion: "I have seen a lot of things."
"However, God knows and has seen only more."
"However, they just remain silent, bless the creatures."
Thyls could only smile politely again.
God will...bless the creatures?
The boy squeezed the scar in his left palm.
The scar that has been cut many times because of the use of magical energy and is difficult to eliminate.
Okay.
If there is really a god.
Thyls thought ironically.
Then it must not know me.
After watching Megan and Nia go away, Gilbert paced up slowly.
He looked at the broken teacup on the ground and sighed slowly.
"It seems that the honorable Megan sacrifice, today is really a bumper harvest."
Gilbert uses polite words and a decent tone.
Just listening to some...
Sour?
Thyls smiled slightly:
"Guess, if I said earlier that I would visit them often in the temple, would she leave get out of class early?"
Thyls raised his eyebrows.
"So to speak..."
Gilbert looked at Thales intriguingly: "Do you understand her lessons?"
Tyles shrugged, raised his right hand, and rubbed the gap between his thumb and index finger:
"A little bit."
Gilbert's eyes lit up.
"That's good."
Gilbert nodded intently, and the sourness in his tone was finally less.
The Minister of Foreign Affairs glanced out the door:
"Excuse me for my failure, Your Highness."
He stared at him, not looking at Thales:
"I have to catch up and have a less pleasant conversation with Megan Sacrifice."
Gilbert chased the guest away with a bad look.
Thyls laughed.
He sat down again, thinking about the lesson today.
"Um, Your Highness?"
"Did you do anything to that little nun?"
Tyles raised his gaze and realized that it was Doyle, not the daily servants, who came in and helped him to light the unextinguishable lamp at night.
(Marius, the watchman with squinted eyes and arms, said afterwards: "So you said, because the servants did not come, you were forced to go in and help your Highness light the lamp... and the servants did not come because you sent them. It’s lighted up——DD, don’t you think, is there something wrong with your explanation?")
Doyle is puzzled and authentic:
"It's just that I noticed...she kept looking back at you when she left, looking very scared..."
Thyls frowned:
"I didn't do anything?"
Doyle lit a lamp, thoughtfully, his expression gradually changed:
"All right then."
"But that scary old lady..."
Thyls looked up again.
As the lights turned on, I saw Doyle mutter:
"I'm so close...can't help but listen. You know, the eldest son and the younger son are interdependent or something... She makes a lot of sense, isn't it?"
Tyles stretched his arms and raised the corners of his mouth:
"Makes sense?"
Seeing that the Duke’s interest was raised, Doyle quickly turned around and spoke:
"Yes...she said that Raoshizi’s attitude towards magic is very tolerant, neither hostile nor discriminatory, very gentle, and speaks much better than the old monk I invited at the beginning, and he will only nag'ancient The mages are all believers of demons, and they have summoned disasters to destroy the world' and so on..."
Thyls thought about it for a moment, then snorted slightly:
"Apart from her tone of voice, I don't see any gentleness in her position."
Doyle was startled:
"Huh?"
"But she didn't completely deny magic. She also reflected on the church's own mistakes, saying that magic and wizards are the driving force for their progress..."
Listening to D.D's words, Thales' expression changed.
A few seconds later, after Doyle's voice slowly faded, Thales reopened.
"Sure enough, Gilbert was right."
Thyls sighed:
"Grammar lessons are really important."
Doyle smiled stiffly:
"What?"
Tyles leaned back in his chair, looked at the ignorant Doyle in front of him, and smiled:
"According to Megan Sacrifice, this is no longer a question of whether magic is good or bad..."
Thyls was talking, but he showed a thoughtful expression:
"If the church and faith are corrupted, then they must have gone astray and fell into the way of young children."
He pondered:
"Similarly, if magic is beneficial, it must be someone who uses magic, found the right way, and followed the way of the firstborn."
Doyle rolled his eyes.
"Gentle?"
Tyles repeated it, humming intriguingly:
"In fact, I can't find a stronger attitude than this."
Doyle tried to understand first, and then squeezed out a "Oh, that's it."
"Yes, Megan Sacrifice is neither hostile nor discriminatory to magic."
Thyls didn't pay attention to Doyle's expression, but was fascinated and authentic:
"On the contrary."
"She will be in the name of a god..."
"Dominate the magic."
Thyls looked out the window with deep eyes:
At dusk, the setting sun is about to disappear on the horizon.
And...
[What has led to the prohibition and taboo of magic? 】
Thyls recalled this. From the beginning to the end of the class, he asked himself twice.
Megan did not answer.
Is getting older and having a bad memory?
Or... a coincidence?
Doyle blinked in wonder, wondering how to shoot the next flattery.
But Thales ignored him, just snorted and picked up the "Acts of the Setting Sun" that was found on the table for class, but was useless from beginning to end.
It seems that the self-cultivation of church members is not so simple...
"And I have reason to believe that if some people listen to these words, they must be very low-fuck!"
Thyls's self-talk suddenly turned into a loud exclaim!
This aroused the vigilance around, and Doyle was also taken aback.
"Your Highness?"
The figures of Glover and Zoneved rushed into the study room, looking wary.
"How are you?"
Doyle even rushed to the bottom of the hall in threes or twos, staring angrily, and pressing his sword faithfully.
"What happened?"
Tyles took a deep breath and stabilized his emotions, but his face turned blue and his eyes were furious.
"It's okay."
Tyles raised his head, sitting very unnaturally.
"You guys go out."
He finished the sentence with a gloomy expression.
Glover and Zoneved were relieved.
They scanned the study room once and then checked the windows and bookcases, including the eternally big oil clock, before they prepared to leave vigilantly.
"You, are you sure?"
But Doyle's attention has been on Thales, his face full of nervousness: "His Royal Highness, your face is not very good."
"What can I do for you?"
Tyles took another breath.
"Yes," Thales said with a pained face, gritted his teeth:
"A certain hair in my pants was caught by an important organ."
"It hurts."
Thyls glared, hissed in his throat:
"Can you help me?"
The room was quiet for a second.
"Of course no problem—"
Anxiously please help~IndoMTL.com~ I didn’t pay attention to what the prince said, nor did he pay attention to the low pressure DD around the prince. He walked forward proudly, but was suddenly dragged by Glover. come back.
I saw Glover hesitating for a few seconds, then hesitated:
"Then...we won't bother you."
Rao is the expression of "zombie" that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and it is a bit embarrassing at this moment:
"Let's withdraw, give your Highness a little...private space."
Thyls smiled stiffly, then waved his hand stiffly.
Doyle reacted, and he smiled embarrassedly in the same embarrassment, his eyes couldn't help but aim at the body under Thales' desk:
"Oh, well, then... Be careful when you handle it yourself, you can still do it if necessary..."
The reluctant D.D words were not finished, but Glover and Zoneved were lifted out of the study, one arm and two feet off the ground, facing Thales.
In a few seconds.
Watching the door close, and listening to Doyle's struggling voice fade away, Thales, who confirmed that there is no one in the study, relieved his nervous shoulders.
The low pressure around the prince gradually dissipated.
The Duke of Xinghu sighed, but his expression still hurts.
He lowered his head and reached under the desk, reaching between his tightly clamped legs.
But he didn't want to stroke a certain part, but pulled it out...
A book.
Thyls looked upset, looked at the book "Acts of the Setting Sun" in a daze, and sneered from his nose from time to time.
A few seconds later, the young prince opened it with a gloomy expression.
Then, from a certain page, he took out a damn, luxurious, brand new, sky blue, made of Lilan cardboard...
Invitation.
https://
Genius remembers the address of this site in one second:. Mobile version reading URL: