Now a question stumps us: What is the purpose of the Goddess Church to block all pre-war documents?
I thought this was not a problem at all before, because the church has always given people the impression of being a conspirator: it distorts history, blocks knowledge, exposes the people to a limited worldview, and names everything in the name of the goddess, so what it does
Everything should be done to enhance one's own sacred authority, even if it is not to enhance one's dominance, at least for the purpose of eliminating threats.
But now that Bingtis has found the records sealed by the church, the contents on those records are a bit strange.
Bingtis grabbed the ancient war history, which was larger than a paving brick, and threw it up and down, while expressing his own opinion: "The most obvious contrast between the things recorded in these books and the things preached by the church is that'
The Age of Heaven is not peaceful after all. Now it seems that that period in real history was the worst day in the world. Even with the Dark Moon War now, it is stronger than the world's melee in ancient times - the Dark Moon War lasted for hundreds of years.
We only fought once, and every time we were stopped by the 'goddess' in time. The rest of the time, the world on earth at least maintained a general peace. No matter how big the conflict was between countries, they didn't often start a war with their families like in ancient times. You can also take a look outside.
Those mercenaries, think about the three iron knights I met during the day. They come from various races, and many of the mercenaries are not natives of the Gondor Empire. These people can live in peace with each other, and they seem to be in peace with each other.
It has become the norm. I have also explored a lot in the past two days. The Gondor Empire is a kingdom ruled by humans, but there are also many other races in the territory. The total number of aliens is almost equal to that of humans, and there are no races here.
Discrimination. Look at the history before the Dark Moon War. Which country allows foreigners to move freely within its own borders and even join the military and govern."
Having said this, Bingtis slapped the big book in his hand on the low table: "To sum up, the current world is more than a little better than the world before the Dark Moon War!"
"Although cultural regression is quite serious." Lin Xue added in a low voice beside him.
"Yes, cultural regression and historical chronology are problems," Bingtis nodded, "because the Dark Moon War is too easy to get out of hand, and it was lost in the first and third times. One time it led to the chronology of history, and the other time it led to global traffic.
The Internet is gradually paralyzed. These two things are enough to knock back a civilization for thousands of years, but in addition, from a humanistic point of view - why do I think the world is more lovely now?"
I think of a vivid example: "One is to let you live a fully automated life, but there will be natural disasters every now and then. The other is to let you live in the urban-rural fringe, except for the unlucky ones who were born during the Dark Moon War. You can live for hundreds of years.
Enjoy peace and tranquility - most people would rather live in the latter environment, at least to live in peace of mind."
At this time, I felt my breast pocket move slightly, Dingdang poked his head out, and the little guy also joined the discussion: "Dingdang heard Lilina say that the core idea of preaching is to make believers feel that they can eat meat by following you.
…”
That loli pope, who is dark inside and out, really speaks with a passion, and his words are rough and rude. Isn’t that what preaching is all about?
Experienced veterans like Bingtis nodded: "Well, to put it bluntly, that's it. If you want believers to support you, you have to make them feel that they have a future with you. Only when there is comparison can there be support. The most ideal situation
It is to save people when the world is in chaos, so that everyone will remember the days of dire straits. Moreover, I feel that since I have known God, the wind has changed and the rain has become smooth. Not only do I have enough food, clothing, and a head to run, but even twenty
My old and cold legs are showing signs of improvement, so preaching is as simple as that."
"But the church in this world came from the opposite direction," Qian Qian could see the problem with her reasoning ability. "The original official history was so beneficial to the church: before the church was established, the world was in chaos, but after the church was established, the world was peaceful. Although the details
There are quite a lot of things that need to be revised, but it’s better than the ‘Era of Kingdom of Heaven’ they mentioned. Comparing it with the Age of Kingdom of Heaven, it seems that they have ruined the world.”
I frowned and looked at the few books on the low table that had been sealed by the church and were strictly prohibited from being read by others. I felt that the Goddess Church in this world was becoming more and more unreasonable: they covered up the official history that was beneficial to themselves, but fabricated it.
A "heavenly age" that makes people feel that the current world is bleak. What do those monks think?
"Speaking of which... the Pope of the Goddess Sect seems to be in the North Fortress now, right?"
Bingtis suddenly remembered something, raised his head and looked thoughtfully in a certain direction, as if he wanted to find the figure of a certain pope through the tent and city wall.
The corner of my mouth twitched: "You won't kidnap people and torture them, right? Is it necessary?"
"Who do you think I am?" Bingtis glared at me. "I mean to follow and monitor me. Anyway, there is a louse spirit wandering around the North Fortress. I will let him keep an eye on me in the next two days.
That Pope."
I breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course it's no problem."
Bingtis touched his chin, his eyes flickering: "But having said that, what you just reminded is also a good idea. Hey, how about we tie that old man over and give him pepper water? Ask him if the propaganda director of the Goddess Sect eats Xiangchang.
big……"
All of us, including Dingdang, said "cut" neatly, and no one talked to this unreliable female hooligan anymore.
Early the next morning, we were woken up by the noise coming from the camp outside. I tidied up and walked out of the tent, rubbing my eyes. I met a female gangster who strode out of another tent. She
There was a dancing little girl under my arm, and I came over and hung the girl around my neck: "Don't worry about your sister, she's just very curious, lively and active. I woke up early to comb my feathers, but she was just for me.
I pulled out two of them and said they were going to be used as pen tips - who taught me that?"
I woke up from the early morning stupor, pulled the octopus away from my neck, and found that it was indeed Viska. She was still holding two shiny black feathers half a foot long in her hands.
Catching that I was looking at her, Maotong Loli immediately handed one over happily: "Brother, brother, people in this world use quills to write. Can you make one for me?"
Bingtis covered his face and turned away: "Damn, he is self-taught without a teacher."
I rubbed Visca's head, not knowing how to educate this quirky sister, but when I glanced at it, I found that Pandora, who was following Bingtis, was also holding two identical black feathers in her hands, and I suddenly became distraught.
She became satisfied: "Didn't Pandora also pull out two roots?"
"Nonsense, I asked her to pluck it out on my own initiative," Bingtis rubbed her shoulders, as if the pain of plucking hairs still lingered on her body. "Vesca pulled out two hairs from the left wing, and I asked Pandora to pluck them out from the right.
Two roots balance the balance.”
I was speechless for a long time, so I had to stretch my neck and change the subject: "...Where is Qianqian?"
Lin Xue just came out of the middle tent at this time. As she walked, she tried hard to tie her long black hair into a single ponytail. After hearing this, she looked up at me: "Qianqian? She was not in the same tent as you last night.
What? Speaking of which, you let me stay alone in the empty boudoir, and I haven’t asked you to do anything about it."
"Who knows where she is? She hasn't seen anyone since she woke up early. Besides, you had to occupy a tent by yourself yesterday, so why are you blaming someone else?" I said as I stepped forward and naturally helped the eldest lady with her hair.
Tie it up. Beautiful people are different. If an ugly girl ties a tacky single ponytail, she can only say that her back looks like an Amazon female warrior. But the eldest lady occasionally changes her hair style and looks like... well, a beautiful Amazon female warrior.
Warrior, I read less and have only so many adjectives.
At this time, the mercenary camp was becoming more and more lively, and the surroundings were filled with the rough shouting and laughter of men and women. Mixed in were the sounds of weapons clashing and shouting from the soldiers who got up early to exercise their muscles and compete with each other, and occasionally
One or two horses neighing and dogs barking came from the distance. These desperadoes from all over the world are seizing the time to warm up their bodies. As long as today is not the last day of licking blood at the tip of their knives, they will continue to fight for rewards.
One day to live, and then come back to enjoy the life of life. I noticed a new gray tent appeared not far away. When I went to bed last night, there was still an open space: this is a new person.
I didn’t expect that someone would take notice of the corner we chose. It must be at least several miles away from the camp exit and the nearest “market”. Needless to say, this place should be quiet. There are noisy slaves who like to get together.
Among soldiers, there are not many people who like peace and quiet.
While I found Qianqian in my spiritual connection and asked where the girl was wandering around, I went over to say hello to the new "neighbor". Just at this time, the curtain of the tent was also opened from the inside, and a tall figure
The tall white-haired woman bent down and got out.
I didn't expect that this new "neighbor" was still a girl, and she seemed to be a lone mercenary: it was definitely a rare resource in this industry, so I was a little stunned. At this moment, the people opposite also noticed that there was a strange person standing in front of me.
Someone, she raised her head and glanced here with a suspicious look on her face, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Who?"
I took a quick look at the other person. She was a very cold-looking woman, wearing an ordinary dark leather armor, short white hair, slightly pale skin, but lavender lips. I don’t know if she was born with it or wore lip gloss (considering
Considering the seriousness and life-threatening nature of the mercenary profession, I think this may be due to nature), the most eye-catching thing is her eyes, which are purple-red pupils that I have never seen among the locals in this world, and they are also vertical pupils...
…
Among the people I know well, there are two people with erect pupils. One is Lin, because her body is the Dragon God, and the other is Viska, because that girl mutated her body for fun and then couldn't change it back - of course this is all.
It's a digression.
This observation lasted only a second, but the woman in front of me had already noticed it. She frowned slightly, and I pointed behind me: "Oh, I just came to say hello, we are over there."
The white-haired woman looked up and saw Bingtis and Lin Xue chatting not far away, as well as the two 1.2-meter-tall little girls. There was no expression change on her face, but her eyes were slightly surprised. Then she asked: "
Well, do you need me to move?"
I was a little stunned by this strange woman's thinking: "...No, I just came to say hello."
The white-haired woman nodded expressionlessly: "Oh."
I finally figured it out, this is still a person with facial paralysis. Generally speaking, people with facial paralysis have difficulty communicating, but what am I afraid of? We have been facing Pandora’s cement-cast face all day long, right? The person in front of me
you……
But before I could speak, the white-haired facially paralyzed woman in front of me turned around and walked away, neatly leaving only a back figure here.
"That woman doesn't look very happy." Seeing me scratching my head and coming back, Bingtis raised her eyebrows, "Did you ask about her measurements or the color of her underwear?"
I kept a distance of more than two meters from this female gangster: "You can't say a few nice words in front of Lin Xue... That woman was weird, maybe she was not sociable, she walked away without even saying her name.
.Besides, I always feel like she’s a little strange.”
"I didn't realize it," Bingtis shrugged, "I think all the creatures in the world are the same."
I thought to myself, this is true. In the eyes of the True God, the different races in the world are not very easy to distinguish. It is like looking directly at the mechanical language at the bottom of the computer. Regardless of the princes, nobles, grass, trees, and stones, they are all the same large series of numbers.
Of course, the world in Thies' eyes is not so boring, but to her, the "difference" between all things in the world is basically the same, that is, there is no difference.
However, there was nothing noteworthy about the white-haired woman with facial paralysis. Let’s just talk about it. I took Pandora and Viska’s arms and said, “I contacted Qianqian. She is hungry.”
Went to the fortress to find food, and now they have occupied seven seats for us in a small restaurant."
As soon as she heard that we were going to the restaurant today, Bingtis turned around and left happily. When she realized what she was doing halfway through, she looked at the number of us with confusion on her face: "Why seven seats?"
"The number is wrong." I looked at the sky from a distance, "It's not like you don't know that girl lives in another world line."
The North Fortress was originally a very large militarized "city". A large number of troops were stationed here for a long time, and it was far away from the interior of the empire. Therefore, facilities such as market bars and restaurants gradually appeared in the fortress. They are basically
It is maintained by the retinue of the Knights. It is the only place for recreation for the soldiers stationed here after their boring life. (The dozens of kilometers surrounding the fortress consist of nothing but rocks and primitive jungle. Even the officers dare not use the teleportation station to run to the nearest
People looking for fun in towns). Because the North Fortress is built on the mountain, it is divided into several levels along the mountain. The control becomes stricter as you go up. Facilities such as military camps are on the upper level, and places such as taverns and markets are on the upper level.
On the bottom floor, the latter is like a small town. In most cases, the second-line regiments and mercenaries outside the fortress can only move freely on this floor. Above that is the control area of the Knights. If you want to go there
A pass is required.
Now as more and more reinforcements, especially free mercenaries, gather at the foot of the Changqiao Mountains, temporary villages and towns are formed outside the fortress, and the small markets inside the fortress are also becoming lively. If you don't look at the watch towers and
There is a garrison station among the rocks not far away. Walking on the lower level of the fortress feels like coming to an ordinary medieval city. It is the busiest one. We were surrounded by the crowd for a while, and then we walked along the shallow
The signal sent by Qian found the restaurant the girl mentioned.
This is a restaurant run by the Guards. The owner and the waiters in the restaurant are also considered soldiers under the name of the Knights, but they are all veterans or soldiers who are injured and can no longer go to the battlefield. They retain their military status and stay here as if they are
Working in the city - these are what Qianqian told me. I chatted with her all the way through the spiritual connection. When the girl inquired about the local situation, she was no worse than Bingtis's lice spirit. Of course, this was also the same as Qianqian.
It has to do with familiarity and personality.
"Arjun, arjun! This way, this way!" As soon as we entered the door, we heard a shallow voice coming from the side. Looking at the sound, we found that the girl was sitting at an empty table with a pile of strange things on her hand.
I don’t know where I bought these weird gadgets. We did “create” some local currency for emergencies, but usually only Qian Qian seems to be able to spend them: No one else has a collecting habit like her.
ah.
Probably because we came out a little late, there are very few people eating in this place now, and there are two empty tables in sight, which makes me feel a little less guilty about occupying seven seats. A group of people were eating in the heavy and simple table.
Sitting down at the long oak table, Pandora and Visca took out two shell casings with ease and placed them on the wooden bench to make it easier to reach the table. Then an old man who looked about fifty years old was behind the counter and greeted people to serve us food.
:That should be the store owner. Qian Qian introduced that he is a veteran and seems to be quite qualified here.
Qian Qian enthusiastically began to distribute "gifts" to everyone. She divided the large pile of small pebbles and metal pieces into several parts: "This is the amulet, this is the amulet number two, this is the amulet number three, and this is the amulet number four.
…”
"Why are they all amulets?" Bingtis was puzzled as he held these strange ornaments bought from a veteran or mercenary's stall.
"Those who go to the battlefield need this kind of psychological comfort the most," Lin Xue said, seeming to understand. "I have heard of similar things in the organization. It is said that there is a very superstitious combatant. As long as he goes on a mission, he must
Wearing a pair of lucky socks at all times, his team later went to the Amazon region for a fourteen-day lurk. Later, when the mission was exposed, almost all of the team was wiped out. Only he had his leg broken by an intolerable teammate on the tenth day and was recuperating in the camp.
Only survived..."
I:"……"
While we were chatting, we suddenly heard a burst of powerful footsteps coming from the door of the restaurant, followed by a big and honest voice not far away: "Ah! So you are here! The four of us are looking for you.
Follow you all the way..."
I turned my head and saw a humanoid creature like an iron tower blocking the entire door. On his shoulder was a lazy little black cat. Through the gap between the big man's body and the door frame, a faint figure could be seen.
You could see several pairs of hands and feet trying to squeeze in from behind. Joseph's rough voice shouted angrily outside: "You idiot, get out of the way quickly. Who can get in if you block the door..."
Stupid big guy!
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