Su Xiangli strode into the side hall and received Tang Jin's guarantee that she did not have to take off her weapon. However, a huge sword that was like a door panel and taller than her was very intimidating.
Baron Boyue was attracted by the determined footsteps. He raised his head and saw a beautiful woman with a solemn temperament coming to the front door. Her facial features were very different from their race. "You are that kind of priest?"
"Yes." Su Xiangli had a panoramic view of the lord's dining room. It was a wooden building and the decoration was all embroidered tapestries. Niches were cut out on the long pillars on both sides, and many lamps and candles were placed. Behind the lamps were placed bright copper
Table, the warm firelight illuminates the table. The air is filled with the smell of animal fat and the complex aroma of food.
Speaking of which, she hasn't eaten for six hours. Su Xiangli: If this lord can take the initiative to invite me to dinner, I can spare his life when we meet in war.
Boyue just continued to ask hesitantly, "Then, which Mithraic god are you talking about?"
"Zui is the only true god in the world, and all the other gods are false gods." Su Xiangli said in a cliche, squinting her eyes, and her expressionless look was a bit unfathomable. Her specialty of killing ten people and shocking the lord
Several children were so frightened that they forgot to eat with their mouths open. Their mouths were full of beef, as dull as frozen eggplants, or frozen eggplants stuffed with meat.
Su: This beef looks good, with plenty of myoglobin.
"So, you are a heretic?" Boyue's face darkened.
"You are the pagans. If you believe in cooking, you can avoid disasters." Su Xiangli felt that his palms were itching again.
Boyue is a pragmatic person, "Oh? This is novel. You missionaries have always only said that belief in a certain god can bring me wealth and fame, and that it can avoid disasters. You are the first. Come on.
People, go to the chapel and invite the Priest Pallet!"
Su Xiangli: In other words, you are relatively sensible, otherwise you would know what a bloody disaster is later.
Boyue turned to the captain of his guard, "Okay, my dear Captain Tang Jin, this is the second time you have interrupted my meal. I remember the first time was the second day after I came to Delai County. You said there were three
A hunter disappeared, and I told you the rules at that time. In the next three years, until today, you have not violated them again, which is good, but I still want to know, what is the charm of this so-called cooking that makes you so rude? "
"This priest, she showed a miracle, a real miracle. The corpse of a drunkard was beaten into light by the priest, and then flew into her bosom. She must have used the holy body of the priest to transcend the deceased to the kingdom of heaven.
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Boyue was stunned, "This is unexpected. Butler, prepare a seat for this priest."
Su Xiangli accepted the lord's invitation and sat down for a meal. Once at the dinner table, no matter how vicious the person was, they still had a little humanity. Boyue's boys finally calmed down and dared to secretly glance at this foreign pagan.
, simple cloth
, covered with a fresh beast skin, although dressed up as barbaric, her demeanor is completely civilized. She took off her giant sword and leaned on the pillar behind her. There were beautiful fish scale patterns on the door panel sword.
There is a length of hemp rope on the handle as a fringe.
Boyue also frequently focused his attention on the giant sword. He asked hesitantly: "Is this... Tashi's heavy sword?"
Su Xiangli cut off a small piece of beef and brought it to his mouth. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he still put the food into his mouth and chewed it carefully.
There was no answer, and Boyue also looked away.
His father, Earl Jinsui, said that he would send a group of Tashid heavy infantry to garrison in Terai County. Although it was an army of the empire in name, it was actually a private force prepared by the old earl for him.
Tashi people are born soldiers, and Tashi's heavy sword is also a good weapon on the battlefield.
Calculating the time, the infantry team must be arriving soon. Boyue never imagined that the heavy-armored warriors he cherished would have died at the hands of the thin female missionary at the table.
When the priest Pallet arrived and was summoned by the baron's attendants, the Mithraic priest was preaching alone to a boy in his bedroom, imparting the grace of the invincible sun god Mithras.
So he was a little disheveled now, with an angry blush on his face. He pushed open the door to the side hall angrily. Within half an hour, the two doors were knocked open for the second time, and the old housekeeper pulled the priest's clothes again.
The sleeves were still not pulled. The tray was a fat middle-aged man. The farmers' selfless offerings made him fat. He was like a big tire or a millstone for grinding rice, grunting in.
"I heard! There is a pagan! Pagan! Where is it!" Tray said angrily.
Su Xiangli put down her knife and fork, took a dusty cotton napkin and pressed it against the corner of her mouth. She stood up little by little, and the chair was squeezed open by her legs, making a harsh friction sound.
"The heretics are here!" Su Xiangli took off the bloody throwing ax from his waist and threw it violently amidst everyone's horrified shouts.
The ax flew in the air, spinning like a red whirlpool Frisbee, and like a red lightning bolt, and finally stopped on Brother Tray's forehead. He yelled and fell backwards, his eyes widened, and his blood and brain fluid flowed smoothly.
The crack in the skull spurted outward.
The guards drew their swords to surround Su Xiangli, but she waved her hand calmly, and the dead monk's body and blood turned into light, dripping like fireflies, blending into Su Xiangli's body.
Only an empty yellow monk's robe was left on the spot. A cold wind blew in from the opened door, and the white tassels on the monk's robe trembled, but there was no movement.
"God... a miracle!" I don't know who shouted this first.
The lord stood up tremblingly and excitedly knocked over the dinner plate and red wine. He was a little embarrassed. He first held up the wine bottle and then stumbled to Su Xiangli.
The expression on his face was very complicated. Su Xiangli watched as thousands of emotions came up in him. Su Xiangli would see this change of emotions many times in the future. It was the shock, surprise, fear, and sadness of the unbelievers.
, a pious gesture, and now, looking around, almost everyone has a similar expression.
At this moment, Su Xiangli felt unreal.
Very unreal.
The characters in the game can show such complex emotions, and she knows that these emotions are all simulated by programs and calculated by AI.
Are virtual characters with such vivid expressions really just fake?
If all human emotions can be imitated by ruthless programs, then are the emotions themselves true or false?
What would happen if they knew that their existence was just a dream?
When the world is indeed designed, when natural uncertainty itself is determined to be a necessary and controllable variable, in the face of such ultimate rational dogma, the world itself is too false and unreal.
Su Xiangli asked: "So do you believe that there are gods in the world?"
"Of course, you are the incarnation of God."
“So everything in the world is destined by God?”
"It's up to you." Boyue rubbed his hands and became flattering. For him, miracles are very important. Seeing the reality of superstition while he is alive means huge political capital, and for him after death.
The passionate passion of world struggle.
Seize the opportunity!
Su Xiangli nodded, "Okay, let's announce that we will join the religion."
