Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 176:

Looking at the smiling Woll, Owen Hart was in a daze.

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 stroking the book of sacred books that never left his body, and the elders in the family. And relatives, as well as other senior members of the Church of the Scholars.

"...what's going on?" he couldn't help asking.

"It's very complicated to say in detail. To put it simply, I inherited the priesthood of the **** of scholars of the previous generation." The **** of knowledge and culture, the robed old man who claimed to be worl, smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything. Taking advantage of the crisis, the priesthood of'scholar' cannot be vacant all the time. And I have indeed been working hard in this direction, so I took over this priesthood-of course, I am not the **** of scholars, or Say, I'm not just the **** of scholars."

Owen Hart was silent for a while and asked: "So, what about our Majesty?"

Wolo shook his head: "You will not be able to see him again for a long, long time in the future. Maybe in the future, when I step into the powerful divine power, I will have enough power to make him follow my god. The resurrection of identity...but that is destined to be a very, very distant thing. It may take hundreds of years or even thousands of years. Perhaps even the legendary mage can’t live to witness that scene with his own eyes."

Owen then understood where the elders' expressions came from. He thought for a while and asked: "Then, do you want us to believe in and serve you, just like we believed in and served your Majesty?"

"I don't force anything." Woll shook his head and said, "You are His devout believers, and I have no intention of insulting your loyalty. But as you can see, I have inherited his priesthood, and I am strong enough to be able to Separate a part of this priesthood to rebuild the predecessor based on this priesthood. It is impossible for him to resurrect."

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

His voice is very light, but there is a clear hint of resentment in his intonation.

Walker was not angry, and said kindly: "Show off or show off? No, I won’t be so bored. I just think it’s necessary to tell you about it. After all, the future is still far away. You should always do more for the future. Consider it."

Owen understands the meaning of this deity, he is also fifteen years old, not a child. He has already set foot in some political things, and he has also studied specifically for them.

The **** of knowledge and culture condescends to visit and demonstrates his divine power. In fact, he wants to tell the Hart family and tell the believers of the scholar **** that the **** they believe in is indeed impossible to return. Now they have nothing but There is no other way to go beyond turning to believe in Him.

This is not considered cruel or bullying. As a great god, the **** of knowledge and culture is gentle, and can even be said to be quite tolerant.

However, Irving was still disappointed and complained.

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

The thoughts in his heart can't hide from Wo La, who looked at this wonderful son and couldn't help smiling again.

It's really amazing. He has never seen, or even imagined, that there will be saints in the world who are not pious and faithful.

This young man named Irving Hart is not a devout believer who wholeheartedly believes in the God of Scholars. Although he understands the teachings of the God of Scholars well and performs well in his life, he Deep down in my heart, I didn't really agree with this doctrine.

For him, these doctrines, this life, and this belief are just a habit.

Yes, it's just a habit.

It's a wonderful but reasonable thing, but it makes people care about it.

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

"Young man, I don't feel you are upset, but why don't you believe in me?"

In the heart, He asked questions like this.

Owen, who had communicated with the scholar **** many times in this way, immediately reacted, and replied with his heart: "I have long been accustomed to believing in the life of my lord. It is like the divine power that once flooded this magic tower. It is my life. Part of it. I don’t want to change it."

"But life will always change." Wo Lai said, "just as people always grow up."

"What is the short life of a person for a great deity?"

Woll was silent for a while and said: "I once heard a story from my lord god, the great mask of the void, are you 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. Instead of standing in the magic tower, he stood in the air, watching a group of tiny bugs swim in the water.

"This is a very tiny and delicate insect. They are born in spring, grow in summer, lay eggs in autumn, and die. The eggs spend a winter, hatch in the next spring, and begin their journey of life." Wo Lai demonstrated the life of this tiny bug in front of the teenager, "Its life is so short that it is impossible to know what'winter' is and what is'year'."

The boy nodded, but didn't understand why he wanted to demonstrate this.

When the screen turns, it shows a big tortoise crawling slowly in the swamp, its back is covered with mottled patterns~IndoMTL.com~ It looks like a huge rock, and the rock is even A lot of weeds grew.

"This is the ancient tortoise living in the swamp. Its life is very monotonous. It sleeps when it is full and eats when it wakes up. After a period of time, it will become drowsy due to the tidal cycle of magic. , To start a life similar to hibernation-from one hibernation to the next hibernation, about a thousand years."

The boy looked at the slow giant tortoise in surprise, marveling at its long lifespan.

The picture changed again and turned into a tiny flying insect in the air. It was flying, very fast and agile at first, but it slowed down after a while. Gather in pairs, mate, lay eggs, and die.

"This is another kind of small insects. From hatching to death, there is only one day before and after, and there will be two or three days more." Woll said, "Their lives are so short that they don’t even have a week. Maybe you know."

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

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

"Great god, what do you want to tell me?" Owen asked suspiciously.

"I asked the same thing at the beginning, and then His Majesty the Void said to me, whether it’s the bugs with short lives or the sacred trees that live longer than most gods, what they live, In fact, it's just a'life'."

"Short life is not something to be lamented, and longevity is not something to be proud of. In the face of the long river of years, even a deity may not be truly eternal and immortal. Therefore, as long as you live earnestly, live a serious life. , You can be satisfied." Wo La said, "The fallen scholar **** undoubtedly lived a serious life, how about you?"

Owen was silent for a long time, and finally bowed before him.