"Well, a long, long time ago, there was a man called - there was a god called Mingshen."

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

Thales tried hard to recall the common sense he had known in the past six years, whether it came from the interesting chatter of the little slippery man or the boring ancient prose in "The Holy Edict of the Ming Dynasty":

"The Supreme God created the world: with a bang, heaven and earth separated, and the Sun Hell River faced each other far away. In the gap between them, all living things gradually took shape."

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

"Then, then Ming Shen got off work - I mean, took a rest - and the earliest gods began to take over. What I remember seems to be the bright moon, the dark night, the mountains, the Muhai, the desert god, the harvest, the miserable wind...

…”

Thales scratched his head:

"Of course, the one with the biggest background is 'Holy Sun' Errol. It is said that he is the sun itself, and he can be regarded as the biological son of Ming Shen..."

Gilbert's heavy coughing sounded in the room.

"It's okay." Unexpectedly, Meghan's priest just excused herself with no intention of being offended:

"A little humorous joke from hearsay will not affect our fear of God."

Thales, who had paused for a moment, raised his eyebrows and secretly gave Gilbert a mischievous look:

"From then on, the Holy Sun, as the head of the gods, led the gods, replaced them, and protected all things..."

"Our world is named Errol..."

"Later, after the disaster came to the world, the End War, and the 'Great Sundering', Errol also lost his job like his father - ahem - took a break, and his daughter took over the responsibility and took care of it with the other gods.

The world is the sunset goddess..."

Well, that's right.

Therefore, in Thales's view, taking into account the history of the world, from the Myojin Catholic Church in the ancient empire, to the Holy Sun Church in the final empire, to the Sunset Temple in the Star Kingdom now, in Errol's world, the empire has inherited

The classic myth of "Mingshen-Holy Sun-Setting Sun" can be described as a tragic history of family business that is closely related to the territory of the empire:

God's generation worked hard and eventually became great.

The second generation of gods defeated Ye Tian, ​​and the middle path collapsed.

The third generation of gods have been operating in dismal conditions, going bankrupt - ahem, I feel like I am the prince of the stars - and are about to be revived.

The building collapsed, and apart from the bitterness and sorrow, it was somehow inexplicably satisfying.

By the way, when Thales summarized the above points, the priest of the Haoyue Temple who was responsible for teaching the history class in Exeter had a bad look on his face, but the Regent Lisban on the other side listened with interest and nodded repeatedly.

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

He smiled and looked at Gilbert, who looked strange, and Megan, who was deep in thought.

"You know a lot..."

Meghan's eyes were calm, as if she was thinking.

"Thanks."

Thales shrugged.

"...but not in detail." Megan finished her words calmly.

Of course it's not exhaustive.

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

Well, maybe I have to thank a certain Northland king who collected a large collection of books for his Dragon Queen, who knows where he is now.

"So you believe in God, Thales?"

Priest Megan spoke again, his eyes bright:

"Do you believe that it is God's arrangement for us to meet here?"

Thales raised his eyebrows and glanced at the former Foreign Minister.

This time, he received the long-awaited recognition in Gilbert's expression, and the latter even let out an undisguised sigh.

I know right?

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

The prince cleared his throat and his expression returned to seriousness:

"Of course I believe in the Sunset Goddess..."

"No, you don't believe it."

Megan interrupted him coldly.

He saw the elderly priestess looking straight at him, her gaze compelling, and the wrinkles on her face were particularly conspicuous at this moment:

"You neither believe in those ridiculous myths and legends, nor the certified church scriptures, nor do you believe that gods like the setting sun should be our Lord and place of faith."

Taylor was stunned for a moment.

Priest Megan hummed, his eyes clear and his tone solemn:

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

"Just like Count Casso, who is full of disdain but pretends to be serious."

In the distance, Gilbert, who was still drinking tea with the corner of his mouth raised, choked.

ah?

"You are just like the vast majority of people in this world who hold little power, have a slightly higher status, have a little knowledge, and have a little knowledge. You are self-righteous, respectful on the surface, but disapproving behind the scenes..."

"Don't believe in God."

"Contempt God."

This was said so bluntly and harshly that it left no room for error.

Thales had to suppress his smile, and Gilbert also put down his tea cup.

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

"So, you will not understand what it is like to live in a world with God, you will not understand what God and faith have brought to the world, and you will not understand how true believers live."

The expressionless Megan looked at Thales again and looked into his eyes.

"You don't even understand what you will discover if you approach the world of God and faith with piety."

At that moment, Thales felt slightly suffocated, as if the other party was the master of the study at this moment.

He took a deep breath:

"I……"

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

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

"This is bad."

She leaned forward and looked directly into Taylor's eyes.

"Very bad."

It seemed to penetrate his pupils, pierce his heart, and torture his soul.

"Very, very, very bad."

Her voice was low and her eyes were cold.

Thales's expression also darkened.

He sat behind the desk and was silent for several seconds before slowly pushing away the book "The Acts of the Sunset" that he had specially found for this class.

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

"So, what are you going to do?"

I saw the young Duke of Xinghu looking at the compelling eyes of Sunset Priestess without hesitation:

"What would you do if I didn't believe in God?"

Thales smiled and spread his hands:

"Burn me to death?"

The room fell silent after saying this.

Priest Megan frowned and looked at Thales carefully.

A few seconds passed.

Megan snorted coldly and said in a bad tone:

"Yes."

This time it was Thales' turn to be stunned.
To be continued...