Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 28: The dispute between the young and old
Niya closed the metal nameplate and dragged it back into the luggage again with difficulty.
In a brief silence, Thales pondered the story on Ansett's nameplate—or rather, the story told by Megan through the nameplate.
The old priest withdrew his gaze from the setting sun outside the window and waited for him quietly, as if he expected this silence.
"Faith and magic come from the same source, the battle of chasing the saints, the rise of mankind?"
Thyls was talking about this story, but what flashed in his mind was the first meeting with Ashida.
【The mage is searching for the truth of the world, using all kinds of ingenious methods and wisdom, using the resources and energy of the world to serve a better world. 】
Megan glanced at him, then spoke slowly:
"But this is just the beginning."
There is a touch of regret in the tone of the old sacrifice:
"Since the foreign enemy is gone, differences arise."
"The attitude towards gods and beliefs eventually made the elders and the children part ways and drift away."
The two sons are older and younger, so this is their explanation.
It's really hard for them to come up with what Abel and Cain said.
Thyls sighed secretly.
"The eldest son of God is loyal and rebellious to the younger son of God..."
If you don’t know...
"I thought it was the Atanis Swarm." The prince murmured silently.
Megan with very good ears frowned:
"Atanis? Who?"
Thyls raised his head and smiled innocently and sincerely:
"It's okay, it's just a joke from some Northland..."
Megan pursed her lips, her lips sharp.
The old priest soon returned to the state of giving lectures:
"So, for thousands of years, under the attention of God and the practice of man, the eldest son and the youngest son, faith and magic, the church and the wizard, fought endlessly, fought back and forth in different paths and beliefs. ."
"Wait a minute?"
Tyles narrowed his eyes and interrupted:
"So according to your statement, the difference between faith and magic—is it because the believers believe in God, and the mages don’t believe in God?"
"Can I understand it this way, believers believe in gods in the unknown, while mages only believe in themselves?"
Megan didn't answer immediately, she looked at Thales quietly, her eyes waved slightly.
She remembered that two days ago, when she came to the place of grace, she was expecting to find books and prepare lessons when she visited (Megan accidentally glanced at it. It was a classic hymn of the church, "Lighting thousands of miles." )’S Al-Stilianides, and bring greetings from Li Xia, by the way...
Inform him that the responsibility of teaching Prince Thales and Duke of Star Lake will be replaced by himself.
She still remembered the unbelievable shock and oppressive anger of the vice-bishop.
It is true that as one of the fifteen vice-bishops in the stars, Stilianides is young and promising. He has a bright future. He has presided over sermons for countless noble ministers and enlightened the children. He does not want to let go The future king of the stars will read the sunset sacred teachings, spread the grace of God, and glorify the holy works.
Like Archbishop Longdon to Tormund II, what Archbishop Clement did to Mindis III.
Just, for the blessing of the sunset, the lucky ones who bathed in the grace of God.
They will always be used to the light in front of them.
So much so that I forgot, where did the gift come from.
I even forget that for the believers of God, trials and obstacles are everywhere.
The stars are shining.
Only after the sunset.
"This is the most common and dangerous misunderstanding in history."
Megan smiled slightly and nodded to the prince, gentle and polite:
"Especially for those who have not had the opportunity to understand, just in the hearsay, resolutely and resolutely, hate faith."
Thyls frowned.
He put on a helpless look, and wanted to meet Gilbert with a tacit look.
But Count Caso fell silent, looking at Megan quietly.
"The wizard does not believe in God?"
"Faye."
Megan's expression faded.
Her next sentence puzzled Thales:
"Of course they believe."
"Believe in God, believe in faith."
Megan's tone is still steady, but the content is sonorous and powerful:
"No matter how many times they deny it."
What?
Thyls blinked: "I don't..."
"It's just the **** they believe in," Megan didn't let him ask. At this moment, the voice of the priestess was gloomy and solemn:
"It is an intangible body, nameless and formless, without quality and material, but its power status is better than all existence in their eyes."
She whispered:
"They call it-magic."
Thyls' eyebrows beat.
Megan puts his hands together in an upright posture, but with an imposing manner:
"But they occasionally use the excuses to call for knowledge, the good name is rationality, the pretense is the truth, the disguise is the pursuit of progress, the sophistry is the self-sublimation, the worship is the highest and the only.
After uttering a series of words that made Thales thoughtful, she was expressionless:
"Are you familiar?"
Before Thales had time to ponder this sentence, Megan's eyes lit up:
"But no matter how bright they are, they can't hide the indisputable facts."
The next second, her words are extremely certain:
"Because magic itself is their god, their beliefs, their supreme standards, and even more so, their ‘church’ and their ‘doctrinal’."
Thyls can feel the power in the other's words:
"To some extent, it is in their hearts, and there is no difference between our God in our hearts, and even worse."
"This strange ‘god’, the domineering, cruel, indifferent and ruthless in his hands, far exceeds all the existences that have been worshipped and respected throughout the ages."
Meghan's tone gradually grew colder:
"The law is strictly forbidden, hegemony is the highest, the doubters are hard to ask, and the contradictors are not tolerated."
Thyls wondered:
"Do you mean that they worship the ideas and principles of magic as gods?"
Megan just snorted and didn't answer directly:
"As for the believers who have been brainwashed by it, whether they are mages or not, whether they are qualified to control magic or not-it is even worse."
"They regard themselves as orthodox and denounce the dissidents as hypocrites. They are more fanatical than all believers of gods and demons. They are more hypocritical and do not know it."
Extremely fanatical, hypocritical and unaware...
Thyls was silently dazed.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a long, long time ago, when he was still on the way from Black Sand to Longxiao City, when his future was unexpected and uneasy.
At that time, Ramon, the strange doctor who was very interested in magic, explained to him like this:
【Magic is a meaning, an attitude, a belief, a principle of life! 】
Thyls still remembers Ramon's expression at that moment, and his almost crazy tone.
[This is the mage! This is magic! In the history of the rise of mankind, the most important, brilliant and precious chapter that has been forgotten by everyone! 】
The words of sacrificial offerings gradually brought praise and criticism:
"They are obviously heretics, but they claim to be unbelievers. They clearly have a stand, but they pretend to be neutral. They are obviously biased, but they pretend to be objective."
"They are obviously incompetent and powerless, but they have to think that they are transcendent humanoid gods. While playing with the world and enjoying the esteem, they also complacently said: This is the noble, truth-seeking, magic Research attitude."
Megan's face tightened, obviously uncomfortable, but she insisted on finishing her words:
"So yes, mages, they not only believe in their own gods, but they are also the worst and most fanatical followers. They do not need to pray or repent, do not need to listen to the baptism, do not need to perform the sacraments and perform the sacraments. God servants and slaves who gain momentum from the gods and are full of self-climax."
The old priest coughed gently, and Niya quickly handed her a tea cup, and then helped her gently beat her back.
God servants and slaves full of energy to climax...
After listening to a long list, Thales took a deep breath and tried to drive away the man in blue who was automatically seated in his mind with a cold face:
"Wow--wow."
Ashida.
It seems...
While a little surprised, Thales can't help but think a little gloating:
You met your opponent.
"So, you have to tell me that magic as a belief is wrong, and a wizard as a believer is bad, with countless consequences?"
Meghan finished taking a break, and Thales worked his thoughts, trying to bring the topic to the curious place:
"And this is why we resist and ban magic?"
But beyond his expectation, after being asked this question, Megan, who looked very pious and devilish, paused for a while, seemed to be thinking, a little confused and hesitant.
She took a deep look at the sunset outside the window:
"I don't know."
Thyls is a little confused:
"What do you mean?"
Megan looked back and shook his head.
"As a believer of my god, tolerance and rigor are our commandments."
"So we can't be so arbitrary, just because we see the consequences are uncomfortable, we first make a judgment, saying that magic itself is wrong."
When he heard the other party's answer, Thales was surprised by a small snack.
I saw the old priest rubbing his arm, thinking and cautiously saying:
"The best we can say is that countless wizards in history, countless people who use magic and respect magic, have done many wrong things."
Meghan's thoughts seemed to be more familiar, and she nodded immediately:
"But if so many people who believe in magic as their creed do something wrong..."
The elder priest sighed slowly:
"Who can say that the supreme magic itself must be pure and innocent and out of it?"
"So, I don't know the answer."
"Not to mislead your answer."
Thyls was a little dizzy by this series of judgments of chasing and then letting go:
"You completely confused me."
Megan turned around and smiled apologetically at Thales.
"But I can find another angle."
The sacrificial ritual has restored the gentle words of Shi Cai:
"As I said at the beginning, this is a study of people."
"When I believe in my god, what matters is not how great and omnipotent I believe in God—though she is indeed—but whether I can become better after believing in God. Doing things for things is more beneficial?"
Megan looked at him with a smile:
"Tyles, I don't think God wants us to look at them in worship, blindly and superstitiously."
"It is for us to be tolerant and compassionate, look at each other and reflect on ourselves."
Don't blindly believe in superstition...
Thyls has a weird expression: This is actually said from a believer?
Megan thought about it for a while, and sighed:
"I think we believe in gods to make ourselves better."
"Rather than making the gods higher-that is not and should not be our duty."
"As long as we don't misunderstand God, it will not mislead us."
Megan took a deep breath:
"So back to our question, is magic good or bad..."
"The two sons of Shenqi, believe in magic, share the same origin, and separate the young and the old."
Megan raised his head, but the meaning in his eyes was much firmer:
"As the eldest son of God, when we believe in God, what we should believe is the humility and introspection, sincerity and pure kindness that we can obtain when we are in front of God-this is the key to faith."
"As for the young children of gods, in history, they are the easiest to be deceived. It is the greed and desire, unrestrained and self-reliant born after they abandon the gods and stand on their own-this is the sorrow of magic."
The humility and introspection before God.
The greed and desire to abandon God and become independent.
Thyls sat upright without knowing it.
Strange.
This sounds...very familiar.
He realized again that he would be wrong if he only regarded this old woman who was thinking and answering, sometimes paused and hesitated, as a fanatical believer with only "God is great" in his mind.
And Gilbert hasn't interrupted her for a long time.
"Whenever young sons are in power, instigating people to question gods and beliefs, and exaggerate their power and status, what ultimately comes out is the arrogance and ignorance of mortals themselves."
Thyls frowned: This is still a...humanistic religion?
"So, what you want to say is," the prince tried to follow the other party's long immersed in religious language. "There is nothing wrong with magic, but people who believe in magic may go to the'sorrow of magic'? To fall? To plant evil fruits?"
Megan smiled.
"More than magic, my child, more than magic."
The expression on her face became more kind.
"Every age, every person, will have their own beliefs, their own gods: kings believe in power, merchants believe in wealth, artists’ faith, nobles believe in status, scholars believe in knowledge...too many, no Only magic."
The right to trust the king.
Tyles' nerves tightened.
"But no matter what you believe in, the faith that is intact and flawless in your heart may be tainted and replaced unconsciously."
"It may be transformed from awe of the gods, from the insignificance of oneself, from the necessity of maintaining humility, from the beauty that can be brought by countless original beliefs, to something else."
Megan solemnly said:
"So, no, it is not magic that brought the way of the young child, but the way of the young child eroded the man of magic."
Thyls pondered:
"For example?"
Megan was silent for a while, and began to think, her expression gradually changed, sometimes with emotion and sadness:
"For example, every time when people’s greed for external demands has become blazing, far exceeding their share in this world, when this greed is enough to make them ignore the pain and the price, the life and happiness, Rise and fall, tear one's soul inward, and enthusiastically pursue the ultimate and perfect self..."
The ultimate and perfect self...
Tyles' nerves seemed to be touched by something.
In reality, Megan’s words continue:
"Every time, when the world no longer has awe, no longer glorifies faith, no longer recognizes the limit, no longer believes that there are unreachable things, unknowable things, and laws that cannot be violated in this world..."
Thyls suddenly remembered the night when his fate changed, Ashida and his first encounter in the chess room:
【... Standing on the sky, surpassing the gods and overlooking all beings! 】
The words of the priestess began to mix with the voice in his mind, but they were very clear:
"Every time, when people no longer humbly face their own weakness and ignorance, they use it as an excuse to justify their insatiable greed..."
Thyls' eyes flashed through the prison of bones, flashed through the entrance of the dark prison, the weird emblem that looked like a deep eye, and the line under it:
[To...All knowing. 】
Megan’s sigh came slowly:
"Every time, when people in the world pursue strength and omnipotence by all means, they think that this is the only beautiful and correct choice."
Thyls lowered his head and frowned, and the eager words of the strange doctor Ramon appeared in his memory:
[Magic, is the sum of all knowledge, discovery and truth, the progress of magic... Human beings themselves can become more perfect, greater, more advanced, more... closer to the truth! 】
Meghan’s sigh brought Thales back to reality:
"Every time, when the world believes in something, at any cost, to the extreme..."
"Then we know that the way of the youngest son should be followed, and the world is not far away from the depravity and its own evil consequences."
Megan was silent for a while, holding up the teacup that Nia had refilled.
Thyls rubbed the scar on his left hand quietly without saying a word.
After a while, Megan who finished drinking the water slowly said:
"Two thousand years ago, the unified belief in the Supreme God created the boundless glory of the ancient empire."
"A thousand years ago, the strong rise of the belief in the Holy Day witnessed the rejuvenation of the final empire."
Speaking of this, yearning and awe inevitably flash in the eyes of the sacrifice.
But she immediately dimmed:
"However, when the utilitarian creed of magic overwhelmed the noble persistence of faith, the collapse of Myojin Catholic Church, which heralded the decline and split of the ancient empire."
"The crazy and bottomless pursuits of the mages brought about the greatest crisis since ancient times, until the end of the war. They eat their own evil results and kill themselves, and the final empire sounded."
Speaking of this, Megan raised his head and looked directly at Thales with a stern look:
"And you, child, you have already seen the power, horror, cruelty, and madness of those monsters."
Gilbert at the far end hesitated to speak.
Thyls took a deep breath, only to feel mixed:
"Disaster?"
Megan watched him and nodded slowly:
"Disaster."
"And that's just one of their evil consequences--albeit the worst."
Despite having answered countless times in the hints of Ramon, Ashida, and classics, when the authoritative church of this world told him so honestly, Thales found that he still couldn't get used to it.
The young duke remembered the dragon's blood overnight, and the **** smell that had faded seemed to return to his nose.
It makes him nauseous.
"Remember, this is the ‘Tao of Young Children’. It starts from arrogance, goes through countless times, and finally regrets. It is the favorite of demons, the darling of evil, the cradle of disaster, and the starting point of misfortune."
Megan suddenly tightened her tone:
"And Thales, you must be more vigilant."
The prince was slightly surprised.
Me?
Megan said seriously:
"Because of the way of the young child, there are countless harms. It will appear in various appearances, changing names, and changing forms. It will linger like a shadow: those who seize power beautifully say survival, those who seek profit advocate Prosperity, the addicted to sing freely, the seeker excuses dignity, the seeker appeals to curiosity..."
"The one with blind eyes, will perish on his own, is not just a case of magic."
Meghan paused.
Tyles took a deep breath and tried to sort out the chaotic feeling and grasp the logic:
"But..."
"According to this, sacrifice to the lady, wouldn't your faith, your god, be a victim of the way of the youngest son?"
Megan's expression changed slightly.
Thyls observed the reaction of the opponent:
"For example, when the world believes in the goddess of the sunset, so that it is fanatical, suppressing dissidents at all costs, and resorting to extremes?"
"Even your current statement, such a categorical answer, has fallen into the mortuary of the "Tao of the Younger Son"?"
The elder priest was silent.
But beyond his expectation, Thales, who had thought that the other party would want to avoid the heavy and cleverly argued, only saw Megan's expression dimmed.
"Of course."
Niya, who was beside the priest, listened very seriously. Thales had no doubt that if she were to give her a pen, she would immediately start taking notes, which was detailed and comprehensive, perhaps with important thoughts.
Megan sighed softly:
"Although I don't want to mention it, but yes, you are right."
Thyls frowned.
"During the years when our ancestors struggled with magic and wizards, and the way of young children..."
"The Mingshen Catholic Church who preached Wanfang, once called the temple to protect the army and punished heretics;"
"The generous and selfless Holy Day Church also set up a court to correct the morals."
Megan's face is solemn and his eyes are wary:
"Crazy faith does not distinguish the bottom line, rejection only discusses the position, suppresses the remnants, and self-respect, the means resorted to are extremely sinister, and do everything..."
"It is useless to preach, in vain, and it has made countless enemies. It is notorious, and eventually loses oneself and sins."
Megan looked up solemnly, as if it was not sacrificial robes that was pressing on her shoulders, but heavy history:
"That is the most ugly and unbearable page in the history of faith and church."
Thyls frowned and looked at her.
"Too much respect for certain things and ways, to infinitely raise their high status, to abandon awe and the bottom line, to despise other paths and choices, and to ignore the wishes and meanings of others~IndoMTL.com~This is precisely the evil of the way of young children. Where."
"In history, many of the believers who were supposed to be the eldest sons of God, my brothers and sisters, have gradually lost their minds and forgotten their vocation, and finally embarked on the same path sorrowfully—self. Arrogant, ignorant without knowing it."
Megan sighed softly, showing regret and sigh:
"They failed the test and embarked on a path that they should have tried to refuse."
Speaking of this, Megan restarted the prayer style, and Nya, who was so scared to hear, also hurriedly followed in prayer:
"The gods are inherently perfect, so perfect that they can even tolerate imperfections-such as its followers."
"The power of the gods is infinite," the sacrifice continued:
"But it definitely does not mean that those who believe in it also possess infinite power, supreme authority, acting on behalf of heaven and speaking for God."
Meghan's voice echoed in the room, which was thought-provoking:
"So when we reflect on the evils caused by magic, we must also be careful, reflecting, introspecting, and asking the question-we can't be taken advantage of by our most vigilant opponent, and we fall."
"Only by glorifying yourself can you glorify God."
"Too much superstitious belief in gods makes it easy to lose yourself."
Megan finished the prayer and stopped talking.
As if it had come to an end, there was a long silence in the room.
Thyls tried to pull his emotions out of the previous heaviness, thinking about something easy.
Interesting.
He cocked his mouth.
So, according to what Megan has just said up to now, you must not only believe in God, but you also cannot believe in God too much.
If you don’t believe in God, your world will "always be missing a part."
You believe in God too much, and there is "the way of young children" waiting for you.
So, what is a god, Tsundere?
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