Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 26: Learning about people

Mindith Hall, afternoon, the Duke’s study.

"You don't know why you are here, do you?"

Hearing the questioning, Thales in the study raised his head and looked in front of him with a faint doubt.

It was an elderly woman who was sitting across the street in an easy-going manner. She had a vicissitudes of life but elegant temperament. The nun who followed her was only sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a veil, and a strict posture.

The sunset emblems on the robes of the two of them reflected dark golden reflections, which actually fits the interior style of Mindis Hall with both classic and trendy.

The only thing wrong is that Gilbert is sitting on the other side of the room, looking at Thales' guests with a ugly expression.

Just now, when Mallos was expressionless and led the teaching teacher sent by the Temple of Sunset into the study, Gilbert hurried over on the back foot, looking at the old woman’s eyes full of Surprised and alert.

"I know, this is theology class."

Tyles sent a questioning look at Gilbert, tentatively calling the title of the woman in front of him:

"Megan...sacrifice?"

Megan, the old woman, shook her head, still smiling.

"No, you don't know."

Megan smiled and pointed to the top of his head, with an easy-going smile but respectful eyes.

"You think that you are here only for teaching arrangements and traditional needs, but in fact, whether you sit here or I come here, it is God’s will."

The voice of the sacrificial lady has a unique sense of mystery.

God’s will?

Out of courtesy, Thales smiled reluctantly.

Okay, okay.

For several days, the teenager has been curious about what his theology teacher would look like. After all, he has been in direct contact with very few clergy since he was a child: the servants of the night in the age of beggars were extremely enthusiastic and nervous. Xi, the sunset monks are full of compassion and pious aura, while the Haoyue priests in the north are cold and difficult to approach.

But now it seems...the prince's theology class did not seem to be surprised.

Thyls sighed softly in his heart.

The sacrificial words continue:

"The sunset witnesses that our destiny has already been linked together in the dark."

After saying that, Megan turned pale, then lowered his head and coughed violently in the handkerchief.

"Nia..." Megan looked pained.

Thyls was slightly startled, but the young nun who was standing behind the sacrificial offering seemed to be prepared. With a calm expression, she immediately skillfully took out a box, took out a few pills, and served the elderly Megan with water. Down, soothing her cough.

Tyles and Gilbert looked at each other.

Ten seconds later, Megan's cough gradually subsided.

"Sorry, the sunset has made me stand the test of illness to wash out a better self."

She put away her handkerchief and said to Thales apologetically:

"This is a merciful gift from the goddess, which is understandable, but it has caused you to suffer together."

The merciful gift of the goddess?

Thyls can only smile politely, shaking his head to say it's okay:

"As long as you are healthy..."

But without waiting for the Duke to say a few more words, Megan, who had completely recovered from the cough, closed her eyes, eased her fingers emotionally, and did a few prayers that were too fast to see clearly, chanting words in her mouth.

"My warning, the sunset knows."

Even the young nun wearing the veil hurriedly put away the medicine box and followed by praying, looking very religious.

God stick.

Thyls, who was bet on the conversation, gave this comment silently.

Tyles looked sadly at Gilbert in the distance, hoping to gain some recognition from him, but Gilbert still looked solemnly at the old female priest who came to teach.

This is rare.

Meghan, who finished the prayer style, noticed Thales's eyes and looked back at Gilbert.

"Are you not going to leave, Count Caso?"

The elder priest smiles and has an easy-going tone. People who don't know may think that the two have known each other for many years.

Until Gilbert hummed softly.

"According to the previous correspondence with the church," Count Caso responded not very politely:

"The prince’s teacher should be the Associate Bishop Stilianides of the Ministry of Missions. He is a friend of mine for many years. He is very knowledgeable and sincere in faith. He is very suitable for solving puzzles for students."

Megan knows what he says, but he doesn't think he will be disgusted:

"But it was me who came?"

Gilbert squinted his eyes:

"As far as I know, in the Temple of Sunset, the two sections of sacrificial and missionary do not belong to each other: the chief priest governs the former, receives oracles, listens to the divine decree, and the archbishop leads the latter, handles secular affairs, and manages the church."

Gilbert's tone was rather rude, making Thales frowned:

"Since when, the sacred priest Li Xiya has also become interested in the secular affairs of the mission department, which teaches the nobles? In your church, does Archbishop Zenon know about it?"

The sacrificial and missionary departments are not mutually exclusive?

Thyls suddenly discovered that as a servant of God, the Temple of Sunset doesn't seem to be that simple.

However, Megan still smiles as before, spit out a few words gently:

"Your Majesty knows."

At that moment, Gilbert and Thales' complexions changed in unison.

I saw Megan offering a smile that didn’t know whether it was polite or pious, flashing his fingers and doing another prayer style:

"The meaning of the setting sun has always been mysterious. It is unexpected at first glance, but it must make sense after careful investigation."

"I hope you don't mind, count."

The nun behind her hurriedly followed the prayer ceremony, in keeping with the sacrifice.

Gilbert twitched his mouth, as if unaccustomed to eating like this.

I saw the former foreign secretary pursing his mouth dullly for a few seconds, which made me feel very sad:

"I will ask the Fuxing Palace for verification, um, maybe I have some suggestions attached."

Megan's sacrifice released a "welcome" or "please" smile.

Thyls also frowned.

Gilbert snorted, but didn't mean to leave:

"Then I think, the tolerant goddess of sunset, I will definitely not mind if I am here temporarily to listen to His Highness's lessons and share the grace?"

"Liv Megan Sacrifice?"

Megan's sacrifice just bends the corners of his mouth without comment.

She stopped for a while, then ignored Gilbert, and instead faced Thales behind her desk.

"So, about the god, Thales," the elder priestess said gently:

"How much do you know?"

At that moment, Thales' memory was aroused.

A long-lost sweet voice rang in his mind, bringing him back to the past.

[When you think of gods, what do you think of first? 】

Thyls was in a daze.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Thales."

Gilbert brought Thales back to reality with hostile dissatisfaction and protest, only to see Earl Cassow sacrifice to Megan unhappily:

"Please use the honorific title."

Megan smiled dismissively: "Of course."

But the priestess stared straight at Thales, waiting for him to reply.

About God...

The young man swallowed his throat and confirmed that he was not in a certain chess and card room in Longxiao City. This was really annoying:

"Well, a long, long, long time ago, there was someone called—there was a god, called ‘Mingshen’."

Megan's complexion remained unchanged and waited quietly for him to continue.

Thyls tried to recall the common sense that he had known in the past six years, whether it came from Xiao Huatou’s relish nagging or the boring ancient verse in "Ming Sheng Qi":

"The Supreme God created the world: with a bang, heaven and earth are separated, and the sun and **** are facing each other. In the gap between them, all creatures are gradually taking shape."

But as his energy was distracted by memories, the prince’s tone became more and more casual:

"Then Mingshen got off work—I mean, rested—the earliest gods began to take over. All I remember are Haoyue, Mingye, Mountains, Muhai, Moshen, Harvest, Desolate wind..."

Thyls scratched his head:

"Of course, the biggest source is Errol, "Holy Day". It is said that he is the sun itself, he is the son of Myojin..."

Gilbert's heavy cough sounded in the room.

"It's okay," Unexpectedly, Megan's sacrifice was just a mild excuse, without any offense:

"A little bit of humorous jokes will not affect our fear of God."

Thyls, who had stopped for a while, raised his eyebrows and secretly made a strange look at Gilbert:

"Since then, the Holy Sun, as the head of the gods, leads the gods, replaces them, and blesses all things..."

"Our world is named Errol..."

"Later, disaster came to the world, the end of the battle, after the'Great Rift,' Errol was also unemployed like his father-ahem-rested, and his daughter took over the duties, and the rest God takes care of the world together, the goddess of the setting sun..."

Yeah, yes.

So, in Thales’s view, after the world history, from the ancient empire’s Mingshen Catholic Church, to the final empire’s Holy Sun Church, to the current Star Kingdom’s Sunset Temple, in the world of Errol, the Empire One The classic myth of "Mingshen-Holy Sun-Sunset" inherited from the heritage can be described as a painful family business history closely related to the empire's territory:

The God generation worked hard to start a business and eventually became a big winner.

The second generation of God lost Ye Tian, ​​and the middle way collapsed.

The three generations of God have been operating in a bleak manner, and they are going bankrupt-ahem, as if I am the prince of the stars-revival is coming.

The building was slumped, and apart from bitterness and sorrow, somehow, there was some inexplicable happiness.

By the way, when Thales summed up the above points, the priest of the Haoyue Temple who was in charge of the history class by Exter had a bad face, but the Regent of Resban on the side listened with relish and nodded repeatedly.

Tyers finished the above words in the tone of bargaining at the vegetable market.

He smiled and looked at Gilbert, who was looking weird, and Megan, who was in deep thought, to sacrifice.

"You know a lot..."

Megan's sacrificial eyes were calm, as if thinking.

"Thank you."

Thyls shrugged.

"...but not exhaustive." Megan finished her words lightly.

Of course not exhaustive.

In fact, most of these bluffing myths and legends were told to him by a girl with glasses and an immortal demon.

Well, maybe I have to thank someone who collected a large collection of books for his dragon queen, who knows where he is now.

"So do you believe in God, Thales?"

Megan speaks again for the sacrifice, his eyes are piercing:

"Do you believe that our meeting here was arranged by God?"

Tyles raised his eyebrows and glanced at the forward foreign secretary.

This time, he gained the long-awaited sense of identity in Gilbert's expression, and the latter even sighed unabashedly.

I know, right?

But Thales is still a prince after all. No matter how boring the people in this class are, at least he must maintain the relationship between the royal family and the temple on the surface and ensure the tacit understanding between the two.

The prince cleared his throat, his face returned to solemnity:

"Of course I believe in the goddess of sunset..."

"No, you don't believe it."

Megan interrupted him coldly.

I saw the older priestess looking straight at him with a compelling look, and the wrinkles on her face are particularly conspicuous at this moment:

"You neither believe in ridiculous myths and legends, nor in the certified church scriptures, let alone believe that gods like the setting sun should be our master and faith."

Talston was taken aback.

Megan gave a light hum, with clear eyes and solemn tone:

"You would rather believe that this is politics, strategy, or struggle, rather believe that our gathering here is a measure taken by the Sunset Church to influence the royal family and the future king."

"Like Count Caso, who has a face of disdain, but has to pretend to be serious."

In the distance, Gilbert, who was drinking tea with his mouth cocked, choked.

Huh?

"You, like most of the high-ranking people in this world who hold thin power, have a slightly higher status, have little knowledge, and have achieved a little bit of learning, you are self-righteous, respectful, and disapproving..."

"Do not believe in God."

"Despise God."

This is too blunt and harsh, leaving no room for it.

Thyls had to reduce his smile, and Gilbert put down his teacup.

Meghan's tone was extremely cold, and even the nun behind him felt the aura and glanced at the prince and earl amidst anxiety.

"So, you won't understand what it's like to live in a world with gods, what gods and faith bring to the world, or how true believers live."

The expressionless Megan looked at Thales again and met him.

"You will never know what you will discover if you understand the world of gods and beliefs with piety."

At that moment, Thales felt a little suffocated, as if the other party was the owner of the study at this moment.

He took a deep breath:

"I..."

"Then, your world will always be missing a part."

Meghan doesn't seem to care about the other party's position, and does not give the Duke a chance to speak:

"This is bad."

She leaned forward and looked directly at Thales' eyes.

"Very bad."

As if to penetrate his pupils, pierce his heart, and torture his soul.

"Very, very, very bad."

Her voice is low and her eyes are cold.

Tyles' expression also sank.

He sat behind the desk and was silent for several seconds before slowly pushing away the book "The Acts of the Setting Sun" that he had found specifically for this lesson.

Gilbert wanted to ease the unfriendly atmosphere, but Thales spoke just as he coughed for the first time.

"So, what are you going to do?"

I saw the young Duke of Xinghu staring at the compelling eyes of the setting sun ceremonial woman unceasingly:

"If I didn't believe in God, what would you do?"

Thyls smiled and spread his hands:

"Burn me to death?"

This makes the room quiet.

Megan Sacrifice frowned and looked at Thales carefully.

A few seconds passed.

Megan snorted coldly, with a bad tone:

"Yes."

This time it was Thales' turn for a moment.

What are you doing?

The little nun who was standing by became nervous. She had never seen her in such a battle. She looked at the astonished Duke of Xinghu in horror. "Like."

Gilbert's cough suddenly became louder:

"Ahem, Your Highness, that today..."

This time, Count Caso's untimely but compelling interruption didn't work.

Megan smiled mysteriously, ignored Gilbert for the third time, and added the unfinished words:

"...a long time ago, yes."

As soon as these words came out, Thales's tightened eyebrows were loosened.

Please, don't pant when you speak.

I saw the priestess slowly leaning on her chair, her tone became gentle again:

"So, Thales, burning you to death, will it change your beliefs?"

"Will you believe in the existence of God, the glory of God, and the greatness of God?"

In the distance, Gilbert let out a sigh of relief. Obviously, he had given up to correct her name problem.

Tyles blinked, barely lifting the corner of his lips.

Megan Sacrifice smiled and raised the tea cup at hand:

"Then why should we burn you to death?"

Megan takes a sip of tea:

"It is important to know that faith is not burned with fire, let alone killed with a butcher knife."

The words of the priestess are very slow, but they don’t have the aggressiveness of the talent:

"If you do not believe in God, I will burn you to death. It will only increase your disgust and rebellion, strengthen your position and aspirations, and will not help the spread of faith, and it will go against the original intention of the gods. "

Megan put down the tea cup and looked at him steadily:

"What is made from fear will not be a faithful faith, but only an endless hatred that accumulates gradually and will eventually vent."

"Trust me, history has already proven this."

Meghan glanced at Gilbert, who was also frowning, intentionally or unintentionally, faintly authentic

"On the contrary, real ordeals often lead to spiritual sublimation. For thousands of years, many great prophets and envoys have awakened from persecution and suffering and allowed the true meaning of faith to take root in the people and spread. Wider."

Thyls looked at the setting sun priestess in front of him in surprise.

This attitude...

Not like the church people in your impression?

Megan turned around and smiled slightly:

"So, my Royal Highness the Duke."

She used the honorific name for the first time.

With her softened content and friendly tone, Thales discovered that, anyway, his preconceived notions of the priestess had gradually disappeared.

Megan solemnly said:

"Only evil gods and demons, and only arrogant mortals, are keen to promote blood and violence, enjoy killing and destruction, rely on oppression and power to fight for power, eliminate dissidents, rely on them for victory, and be proud of them."

Thyls sat up straight without knowing it.

"However, the true gods—just like our sunset goddess—tolerate all things, forgive everything, to the lost lamb, even to the heretics, they also give mercy and forgiveness, help and guidance."

"This is the meaning of faith-salvation."

Megan smiled slightly at the sacrifice:

"So please let go of your hostility, Thales, and open your mind to change from a doubter to a tolerant."

"Because God treats you the same way."

Thyls frowned and looked at her.

In the distance, Gilbert sighed and murmured something like "Sure enough, I still miss the old Stilianides".

A few seconds later, Thales took a breath and had to adjust his attitude:

"All right then."

Strange, the way of speaking will be far different tomorrow, but somehow, Thales just remembered the scene when he faced the old crow.

"So, are you going to teach me how to worship the goddess, Liv Megan's sacrifice?"

The Duke said seriously.

Megan smiled and took another sip from the teacup.

When she put down the teacup, her tone became deep and mysterious again.

"Hundreds of years ago, there was a young man in the world who suffered misfortune, whose family business declined, and whose future was cut off."

Thyls was startled, astonished that the other party started telling the story.

"He was inspired by God when he was desperate."

Megan looked blank, as if he was in the story at that moment:

"So the young man followed the divine will, facing the sunset, and went all the way west."

Yes...Unfortunate young people encountered the story of the salvation of God?

Tyles glanced at Gilbert and noticed that his face changed slightly.

Megan’s tone became somber:

"The day is approaching, but the young man keeps going west, his path becomes darker and more dangerous, and his eyes become more confused and chaotic."

"Finally, at sunset, in the deep darkness without moon and light, he was exhausted and in a trance. He lost consciousness, lost hope, and stepped into the middle of the cold pastoral river in a trance."

The female sacrificial ritual immediately turned around:

"And when the ruthless river is about to overflow his head..."

Megan’s words become serious:

"It seems to have been ordered. At that moment, the long dark night clouds cleared and the mist cleared, and the vast world was resplendent."

The traditional dramatic turn attracted Thales’s attention, and he listened to the story with interest:

"At that moment, the sky full of stars lit up for him, and the endless stars flashed again."

Meghan's expression of sacrifice became majestic and solemn, as if the gods were right in front of her eyes:

"It is like the creation of the gods."

"Open the sky as a holy day."

"As after the end, everything is reborn."

Megan’s eyes seem to have a lot of light:

"Wake the unfortunate and lucky youth from despair and sadness."

Tyles gave a low cough.

"Create the world, open the sky..."

"The sun went down, the sky was dark, and the stars came out," Thales whispered:

"I thought it was natural common sense, not a miracle?"

Megan paused slightly and looked at the Duke who couldn't help but interrupt the story.

But the priestess just twitched the corner of her mouth and continued the story:

"So, on that miraculous day, the youth stood under the starlight, inspired by God's will, understood their mission, and made a solemn vow."

"In the face of many tribulations, he must cheer himself up and move forward."

"And what he wants to revive is not just the long-dead family business."

Megan stared straight into Thales's eyes:

"The young people want to rejuvenate, even in the last days when the gods have fallen and disasters are pervasive, in order to save lives and faith, to dispel the cold and despair, even the bright light and the blazing heat, incarnate into thousands of galaxies, scattered The night sky, always shining on the world-the light of the holy sun."

The gods have fallen, disasters pervade...

Thyls, who didn't feel right, raised his head:

"So you have to tell me, before that, there are no stars in the world and the night is dark?"

But Megan ignored him:

"Since then, young people have converted to the sunset, regarded as the state religion, built temples, and broadcasted their faith."

Wait.

State religion?

Tyles' face changed, and he had to straighten up with his elbows on the table.

Could it be that...

Sure enough, in the next moment, Megan looked at the Duke of Xinghu with a subtle expression, as if he was leisurely and authentic:

"So, the great cause of Tormund I began."

"The Kingdom of Stars, prospering from its own pace."

Megan's voice fell.

The study was quiet for a few seconds.

Until Thales smiled awkwardly.

"This is a classic passage in the "Sunset Sutra", written by Mohassa himself, the prophet and messenger of the goddess, and the brother of the priest 700 years ago."

Megan smiled slightly, half teasing and half reminding:

"You should know more about the stories of your ancestors."

"Thyls."

Tyles lowered his head, cleared his throat, pretending not to hear.

What divine enlightenment, what heavy light, what opens heaven, what swear oath...

This is actually the story of King Tormund I encountered a miracle and made a vow to establish a country?

Too ridiculous, right?

"With regard to this story, there are disputes within the church even at sunset." Gilbert stared at the guests with a warning in his eyes: "Especially the point of the oath."

"Megan Sacrifice."

Megan replied with Gilbert's look, seemingly displeased, but also joking.

"Our earl is not satisfied with the story of cultivating believers in the "Sunset"," Megan looked at Thales gently:

"But it's okay."

The next second, Megan's face became serious again:

"Because no matter how ridiculous, how can't stand the in-depth questioning, it is good..."

"When seven hundred years ago, this story spread and took root in everyone's hearts..."

Meghan spoke lightly, and what he said made Thales frowned:

"Tormond is no longer the remnant prince of the evil empire, no longer an alien martial artist who invades his homeland to eat and drink, no longer an illegitimate wild species with humble identity and suspicious blood, and no longer a supporter of self-respect. And ambitious and brutal warlords."

Thyls was surprised when he heard these adjectives.

This time, Gilbert is no longer polite, he sternly said:

"Megan Sacrifice!"

But Megan doesn't care, but his eyes are faint:

"In the eyes of the believers, it is recognized by the unattainable gods, and chanted by the eager and helpful monks. Through the enlightenment of the setting sun, I am grateful for the afterglow of the holy day, so as to make a vow and strive hard to create the world Happy Land—"

"The King of Revival."

Thyls's expression shrank.

Gilbert is still pursing his lips, looking irritated.

"Since then, Tormund no longer has to cruelly execute every native who disobeys his rule to kill chickens and monkeys; he no longer needs to be wary of whether the well water from the village is poisoned to ensure Safety; he no longer needs to worry about the next reliable place of residence or conscription source, to fight again."

Tyles' expression became more and more serious.

He understood the meaning of the other person's words.

"Until his hegemonic success, the day when the kingdom is settled..."

"The sunset goddess became the patron saint of the Canstar royal family, witnessing the coronation and death of every king since then."

Megan Sacrifices to the Honest Way:

"From then on, the sunset temple and the fate of the Canstar royal family were entangled and it was difficult to separate."

Entangled with the fate of the Canstar royal family...

Thyls repeated these words silently, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Meghan paused for a while, and then spoke faster:

"At the beginning of the first century of the end of the calendar, the Temple of King Kessel I, the King of Peace, was overhauled to recruit believers and praised the people."

"The'Blade' Tormund II appointed Bishop Longdong as the prime minister. He follows the destiny, spreads faith, and enjoys the merits of opening up the territory."

"The'King of Ni' Sumei I believed in pious, personally practiced, and finally moved the goddess, and had to rain miracles to relieve the severe drought in menstrual years."

"The'Six Fingers' Horace I swears under the idol of the setting sun to obtain the blessing of God, and one heart will resist the heresy from across the ocean."

"The'Jackal' Sumei III clearly stated that he re-proclaimed the state religion and then determined his belief."

""Xianjun" Mindis III promoted theology, printed classics, and taught monks..."

Every time Megan mentioned an example, Thales' thinking jumped, forcing him to go back to find the knowledge that matched this in the history class.

But at the same time, he couldn't help noticing that Gilbert's brows were gradually tightening and his coughing intensified with the sacrifice.

"For the sake of the kingdom, Thales, his heart is not aligned, and his strength is even harder to be the same-just ask, if it is not consistent with the objects your people believe in, fear, and care about, The world is out of place."

"Then you on the throne in the future, how will you rule the kingdom?"

Thyls's complexion gradually became heavier by what the other party said.

He suddenly realized that the theology the other party said was far from the same as the theology he understood.

"The fact behind these stories is that we have been living in a world with gods, whether you acknowledge its miracles or understand its power."

"They seem to be unattainable, but they have never been far away from our world, deeply affecting our lives..."

Megan sinks underneath:

"In a way that is sometimes mysterious and sometimes simple, there seems to be a trace but no way to guess."

Megan sacrificed his robes and said softly:

"One word is as strong as a million soldiers."

"This is the power of faith."

Thyls was silent for a long time without speaking.

But after a few seconds, Megan's tone lightened up again.

"So, my duty in this class, Thales," regardless of Gilbert's frowning expression on the side, Megan smiled sacrificially:

"It’s not to encourage you to believe in, not to point you where the true God is, and it’s not to teach you to memorize scriptures and regulations, but to help you discover your relationship with God in the process of discussing this issue with you. The distance between myself and God."

Megan stared straight at him:

"Help you better-know yourself."

"Whether you are a mortal now or rule the kingdom in the future."

Thyls frowned slightly.

Knowledge, self?

What the other party said at the moment~IndoMTL.com~ reminded him of the indescribable and mysterious powerful magician in "Border".

From the view of the gods to the self-knowledge...

Is it a coincidence?

"Because what we are going to explore today is not just about God," Megan laughed:

"It's even more about people."

Thyls moved in his heart.

"So, theology," he asked with interest:

"It's about human knowledge?"

Megan smiled and didn't answer directly.

"And you might as well let go of your hostility-let the poor Earl Caso guard them over there."

Gilbert coughed unnaturally again.

A few seconds later, with a somewhat seemingly heavy weight, Thales raised his head and smiled awkwardly:

"Then...okay?"

Megan smiled.

Well, at least I have to admit it.

Thyls said silently in his heart.

She can really tell.

Even Gilbert couldn't even interrupt.

At least, Thales no longer dared to underestimate the elderly priestess in front of him, despising this door which sounds like a babble, but in fact there is a profound "theology class" between the lines.

But he still underestimated the energy of the opponent after all.

"And our first class, Thales, let's talk about one that has troubled you for several years..."

"The problems that have plagued us for thousands of years."

Has troubled me for several years, troubled you for thousands of years?

The Duke of Xinghu raised his head suspiciously.

Next second.

Liv Megan, the setting sun priest who rarely calls him respectfully spoke with his usual face.

I saw her speak lightly and say a word:

"Magic."

His Royal Highness's expression changed suddenly.

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