After a night's rest, I woke up. Lying in my room with the birds singing in the early morning, I casually flipped through a book in my hand, but I was so distracted that I didn't know what was written on it.
All I can think about is what happened these days, and I'm drawing a blueprint for the future.
With the joining of the Aqua Tribe, a powerful navy will take shape next year. I have already foreseen that when warships that have never been seen before are riding the wind and waves on various oceans with my dark flag, when we
When you defeat those enemy ships that are as fragile as toys... what a shock it will bring to the world! Coupled with an elite army, my enemies will be frightened!
Then it is to use force and means to seize more land, subdue more tribes with unusually gentle policies and relatively peaceful laws, bring more people, and establish stronger economic power to support more elite troops...
…
By then, not only will he be able to kick the Prime Minister into the ladies' room, Fichet's royal power will be as stable as a dragon sitting on the throne. As long as he is willing, no one can shake him even a little bit!
This will be a very challenging thing, and it will make my life colorful with endless unpredictable variables... Haha, I like it, I like this feeling of standing at the forefront! I think of it.
The fierce fighting makes my blood boil.
However, to do this, what I have now is far from enough. There are too many things to do. For example, in the construction of the Dark City, I currently have too few residents...
Let's discuss it with Fichet later. This kid has become more and more responsible since he became an adult, and his mind is much more flexible...
While I was thinking wildly, the door opened and Fichet walked in with a smile.
As soon as he took a step, someone grabbed his clothes by the back and dragged him out. Fichet looked embarrassed, but I was wondering who had the courage to do so.
Only a slight argument was heard outside the ajar door. It was obvious that a female voice had won, and Fichet's voice fell silent.
I did recognize who the owner of this female voice was, and I quickly rubbed my face with my hands, which made my eyes feel astringent, my lips were dry, and the muscles on my face were numb... As the owner of this voice,
When dear Miss Dill Merlin walked into my room, I was so pale that I was lying on the bed very pitifully, looking like I might die if I wasn't careful.
It was me who brought our relationship to such an awkward point. I just wanted her to leave as soon as possible.
"Oh my God! What's wrong with you?" What I couldn't believe was that Dill ran to the bed in a few steps, leaned over, took my hand and held it tightly: "They told me that you just suffered a little.
Slight injury, I didn’t know your injury was so serious... Forgive me for not coming earlier, forgive me..."
Ten days, just about ten days, her transformation made me a little confused. Could it be that what she said to me under the castle wall that day was true? I didn't do anything to move her.
Ah! Although I have always had this intention.
"No, you don't have to blame yourself." With great difficulty, I found this sentence in my brain that was considered appropriate to deal with: "This is not your responsibility."
"Where is your wound?" Dill asked eagerly: "Has it been treated? Who helped you treat it? It's not you! Let me see, your healing magic is not that good..."
"No, it's nothing. It's almost done." I held Dill's hand and said, "Actually, I just didn't get enough rest, and the wounds were treated by the best magicians. Don't worry."
"Really?" She said softly: "Then let me accompany you, okay? Having a fairly pretty and not too annoying lady by his side will help the injured to develop a good image.
Restored Faith…”
"Of course." I said, "Just stay with the injured? What about after the injury heals?"
"It depends on when you get better." Dill smiled mischievously: "If the recovery speed satisfies me..."
"But, dear." This was the first time I called her this affectionately, and I felt a little uneasy: "I don't have the energy to argue with you right now."
"Then get well soon." She opened the curtains, allowing the sunlight to shine directly into the room: "Come and bicker with me then, and I will reward you."
"Really? Then I'm looking forward to your reward... By the way, where did you drive the crow?" Where Dill was present, Fichet and I called each other Baiyun and crow.
"Crow?" Dill walked to the bed and sat down: "Are you talking about Fichet? I asked him to come to you after breakfast."
"But we have something to discuss! It's a very important matter." Seeing her busy in and out for me, I said in a rare good tone: "Can I ask him to come now?"
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure."
"Okay! I'll ask him to come." Dill said to me, "But not for too long."
I nodded, Dill smiled brightly at me, and disappeared outside the door.
Not long after, Fichet's dissatisfied voice came from outside the door: "I said, what are you two doing? You ask me to leave, and then you ask me to come. Hi! Baiyun, you look good!"
I pointed to the chair next to the bed and asked Fichet to sit down first.
"Dil, come here." I called her to the bedside, took her hand, looked into her beautiful eyes and said, "Can I trust you, my dear wife? I mean everything."
"Of course, what's wrong?" Dill asked me doubtfully: "Is there something wrong with me?"
"There is nothing wrong!" Fichet said on the side, as if he was presiding over a wedding again: "Baiyun is asking you if you are truly willing to accompany him for the rest of your life. There is only loyalty and trust, no falsehood or betrayal."
"In the name of mother." Dill said cautiously: "I admit that we are husband and wife. Let us respect each other and be loyal to each other."
"But now, I have some things that I can't let you know yet." I said, "If you know it now, it will cause more trouble to all of us, but I promise, I will tell you at the right time that I am
I mean it in good faith, and I definitely don’t mean to hide it..."
"Really?" Dill thought for a moment, raised his head and said, "Actually, I already know that there is a problem with your identity. You are definitely not just a smuggler... So, can you give me some time?"
I thought about it and said to her: "One year! Give me one year!"
"Okay!" Dill said, "I accept it. Do you need me to leave when you guys are talking about something?"
"Dear, you don't have to avoid it, you can know." I looked at Fichet, who nodded to me: "You can also make suggestions."
Hearing what I said, Dill smiled again and sat slantedly on the edge of the bed. How could he be the same as before?
"Crow, I got a lot out of my trip this time." I said to Fichet: "The Water Tribe has agreed to join!"
"Really?" Fichet slapped me on the shoulder vigorously: "Good job!"
"Be gentle!" Dill said at the side.
"I know! I know!" Fichet smiled sheepishly.
"Their leader Xander is here with me." I continued: "We can work out a specific plan for cooperation today. By the way, Dill, with Xander's help, our smuggling ship can be safe.
Arriving at every port!”
"This is good news." Dill helped me press the blanket: "In this case, we can get the maximum profit for every shipment."
After talking about the alliance with the water tribe, I then told them about the water god.
"Logically speaking, all legends have some basis. Very few are fabricated out of thin air. They all have to have at least a shadow, not to mention a clone of the water god." This is how Fichet commented on the matter.
"You said you had communication with the water god's clone?" Dill frowned slightly: "What was that feeling like?"
"It's a very strange feeling..." I tried my best to recall the situation at that time: "I have never heard of the name of the Water God before, but when I met her clone face to face, I felt a very kind and familiar feeling.
…”
"Is there some kind of connection between you?" Dill asked.
"Yes! That's how it feels!" With Dill's reminder, I suddenly realized.
"Then this means that the Water God did exist." Fichet became rarely serious: "No matter whether the Water God is as powerful as the people of the Water Tribe say, or has such a relationship with the two temples... these are not ours.
The important thing to focus on now.”
"But according to what we have seen and heard, the Temple of Light is indeed not very good." I shrugged: "So who is the real god? Is it the Temple of Darkness?"
"You're off topic," Fichet reminded me.
"What does it matter? It's already been said here anyway!"
Fichet looked at Dill and said to me: "But do you think it is appropriate to say this in front of the believers of the God of Light?"
"Did I say that I am a believer in the God of Light?" Dill objected: "Ever since I was fourteen years old and the God of Light refused to help me save my mother, I have hated him... but you two! They look so alike.
Two demons with horns on their heads and tails trailing behind their bodies."
"Not necessarily, haha." Fichet said: "Be careful that your husband changes shape at night."
"What are you afraid of? He has changed, and he is also my husband." Dill said nonchalantly: "When he steals, I look out for him; when he robs, I help him get weapons!"
"That's what you said!" Fichet deliberately made things difficult: "What would you do if he went to a brothel?"
"I will buy the entire brothel." Dill raised his head and his slightly pointed chin looked very beautiful: "Let him not have to spend money!"
"Good job, hahaha." Fichet laughed and said, "I will watch!"
"Okay, okay, thank you, Dill." I smiled and said, "Fichet, tell me what you think of God."
"I?"
"Yes."
"Okay! Since you want to hear it... I've actually thought about this for a long time." Fichet stood up and walked back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back: "When I was a child, people told me that the God of Light is kind and has light.
With God’s favor, we don’t have to be afraid of anything. When I grow up, I know that the God of Light needs to be worshiped, and needs many, many offerings, and many, many money, because the God of Light also wants to fight and kill. The God of Light... also has desires.
!”
"Who should we fight? Fight the devil! I have asked many people why we fight the devil? They answered me that because the devil is a devil, we have to fight... What a ridiculous reason this is! In the eyes of people from the demon kingdom,
The Dark Demon Clan, whom we call devils, is the faith that is truly worthy of their devotion, and the Dark Demon Clan is their holy land! In their eyes, the Light God Clan is the real evil..."
"So, all the countries tried their best and divided into two factions to kill each other. When it was fierce, the gods and demons on both sides also joined in... I don't know, I don't understand, is it the enemy who is killing us, or... it's something else
What is killing us? Or is it that under the call of the God of Light, we put our bodies on the altar, as if this is true belief?"
"So, now I am very confused." Fichet said softly: "I have been thinking about this issue since I traveled with you these days. Maybe I haven't seen enough things, but I don't want to follow others' opinions.
So, now I am just doubting the God of Light."
I looked at Fichet and gave him a thumbs up.
In my eyes, what the God of Light does is very different from what a god should do, and even if he is a god, if he does not suit my taste, I will not give him a good look.
But it is very rare for Fichet to understand this. You must know that this kind of topic is not suitable for casual discussion on the street.
Dill looked at Fichet with a confused look, perhaps not expecting that someone would view the God of Light from such a depth.
"Want to hear what I have to say?" I said.
"Of course, please confess to me quickly!" Fichet also sat down on the bed, and Dill and I stared at me from left to right.
"First, we need to know what God is, figure out what the definition of God is, and then use this definition to trap him." I stretched out a finger: "If you can trap it, you are God, if you can't trap it, you are not!"
"Second, we need to know more about the Temple of Light and the Temple of Darkness, to find out where they come from and what kind of life forms they are." I held out two fingers: "This is very important for us to distinguish.
There is a benefit to right and wrong."
"Third, hide our true thoughts. If today's conversation is leaked, we will all be in trouble." I frowned slightly: "Our current strength is not enough to compete with any party."
The two people nodded in unison.
"Then what do you mean by God?" Dill asked me.
"I don't know." I sighed: "This may be my shortcoming! I am only good at breaking things or finding faults. It would be difficult for me to tell the standard."
"Lie." Dill's big eyes bulged: "You're such a slippery man!"
"Do you want me to say it again?" Fichet said softly: "This is your old method!" I nodded.
"I think God should be like this." Fichet clasped his hands together and put it to his lips: "God should be... God should be the original force that drives all life forward... God will not be superior to others.
We say: "I need a new temple this year! Build it for me immediately! I also need three million gold coins!" God won't, God won't do this. God will help us, but God will never ask for help.
What do we ask for! Yes, God may not want anything, nor does he need us to show our devotion to him all the time, nor does he exclude foreigners! We can grab power from God! But we don’t need to give anything else!”
"Sounds like..." Dill interjected: "You sound like a mean businessman!"
"Really? Haha." Fichet was a little embarrassed: "I just said it casually, haha."
"Whatever you say casually is what you mean!" I looked at Fichet and said.
"What do you mean by this?" Dill asked me.
I looked at Dill and her shining eyes: "I mean, what Crow just said is right. Our relationship with God should not be like this."
"But, I didn't mean to refute you." Dill thought for a moment, and then calmly expressed his thoughts: "Maybe something went wrong. No matter how lush the trees are, there will be dead branches. Nowadays, God is respected by the world.
Being a god cannot be without a reason, and what you are saying now cannot prove anything. At least I cannot convince you yet."
"Yes! I think we still lack the understanding of the two temples." I looked at Fichet: "If even the relatives around us cannot be convinced by us, it means that our evidence is still very poor."
"Yes, so we need to further understand these two races, which will be beneficial to our future development." Fichet nodded: "Where should we start first?"
"Of course we'll start with the Temple of Light first, no matter what you want to do." Dill said: "At least my family is still a noble of the Liva Empire, and the Liva Empire is an important divine country. You can use this identity to enter Liva.
The upper class of the empire. Just give me some time and I will prepare everything for you."
"Ah! It's really good." Fichet said exaggeratedly: "Having a good wife is half the battle!"
"You will too, my dear crow," I said, "if you would stop cawing so often."
"By the way, please don't change the subject first." Dill asked us: "How do you define God? I'm very curious, tell me!"
Fichet lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked at me. I smiled and nodded.
"You can't refuse such a beautiful lady, oh, please forgive me, it's madam." Fichet said confidently: "Let me and Bai Yun explain it to you, madam!"
"Together?" Dill didn't believe it: "When did you discuss it?"
"Beautiful and noble lady!" Fichet shook his head and said: "In many cases, things can be solved with eyes, so why bother with words?"
"Okay, let me hear how you flirt with each other..."
"Madam, you have to be careful what you say." Fichet said with a smile: "Please, next time you say that we are flirting with each other, please indicate that what we convey is the friendship between brothers, otherwise it will be wrong to cause other people to misunderstand."
"Haha, please forgive me."
"Then, let's get started." Fichet said, "I'll talk first."
I nodded, stretched out my hand, and made a gesture of invitation: "I'll add."
A short silence.
"God should care for every life..." Fichet said softly.
"There is no distinction between rich and poor..." I continued.
"Mysterious..."
"illusory……"
"Don't ask for offerings from us..." Fichet looked at me.
"As long as we respect each other at least..." I looked at Fichet.
"Spend time together with those in need..."
"No matter when and where..."
"Give all life the courage to survive..."
"Give all living things their own dignity..."
"Give all life a flash of wisdom..."
"Give all life burning love..."
"Give all life the faith to persevere..."
"Give all life the right to explore..."
"God cannot be defeated!"
"God cannot be surpassed!"
As Fichet and I spoke in seemingly simple sentences, Dill's expression became more and more surprised... In fact, although Fichet and I had similar ideas, our words were inspired by each other.
, After saying these words, Fichet and I also understood a lot from each other's language and reached a consensus. Our hands have been tightly held together!
"Courage, dignity, wisdom, love, belief, rights..." Dill said these words: "Who can give us these?"
"The real God!" Fischette and I said in unison: "We firmly believe in it!" (To be continued)