Chapter 107: Conditions for opening the door to the Kingdom of God
Stan Tito had another dream, in which he was still in a magnificent palace, carving in a corner.
This is the manifestation of his will and soul. He stays away from the world and does not like the noise. He likes to do his own things quietly.
This is his peaceful place, the home of his soul.
Compared with before, his dreams not only contained chapters from ancient people, but also contained many more of his own works.
He held the tool in his hand and stood in front of the "Couple on the Thread of Destiny".
The craftsman looked up at his unfinished work.
"Dream!"
"Fairy of dreams?"
“Witness the existence of the image of the great poet meeting the gods.”
Stan Tito seemed to have a flash of inspiration in his daze. He finally remembered the person he had met before, and even knew the other person's name, which was the sacred name recorded in "The Last Chapter".
"Sheila?"
As soon as he shouted, he immediately saw the entire dream change.
As the sound was transmitted, it turned into layers of golden halo and spread, and an illusory dream door opened above.
Stan Tito turned and looked outside.
A dream fairy surrounded by dreamy starlight, and an extremely beautiful fantasy life came to him in his dream.
She was wearing a golden smock, with dreams of the sun, stars, and gods decorating her clothes, and her long, bright golden hair was dancing in the air.
Finally, it fell in front of Stan Tito like a falling leaf.
"A string couple named Stan."
"Are you looking for me?"
Stan Tito looked at her absentmindedly.
He had guessed, but he didn't expect that it was all true.
As early as a long time ago, he was paid attention to by the messenger of the gods.
That is an existence standing side by side with the gods, Sally, the mother of life.
"It is really you, the messenger of the gods, the dreamy fairy who holds the power of creation."
"Sheila, the messenger of God, who stands at the right hand of God."
The fairy in the dream smiled: "The great one is the god, and I am just a fairy bathing in the light of the god."
After being stunned for a long time, Stan Tito finally realized what the dream goblin had called him before.
He explained with a self-deprecating smile.
"Noble and holy messenger of God, I am not a puppet."
"Although my name is called slate, it is not only a slate that reproduces the slate of my predecessors, but also a slate that can be used to carve my own works."
"I can go with the flow and follow the long river of destiny, but I can also follow my own will and jump out of the water."
The fairy in the dream asked him: "Have you already taken control of your own destiny?"
"In other words, do you understand the meaning and mission of your life?"
Stan Tito shook his head: "I haven't fully understood the realm of a great poet, but I have already figured out many things."
The goblin looked at him carefully: "It is indeed different, you have changed."
Dream Demon Sheila smiled and said: "Is this what Tito said, that the human heart will transform through tempering?"
"So!"
"What do you want to do when you call me?"
the leprechaun asked Tito.
Although Stan Tito was in a hurry, many questions already existed in his mind.
What he wants to know most is what is the secret left behind by the great poet Tito. Does the god really want to give the power that can create everything to the three-leaf people?
"Messenger of God!"
"By opening the door to the kingdom of God, can we receive the gifts of the gods?"
The fairy in the dream told him: "There is no key to open the door to the Kingdom of God. The so-called "Last Chapter" in your hand only records the story of Tito's life."
"Whether the gods grant the power of creation depends on how you choose."
"Only when the Trileaf people give up their power of destruction, will the door to the Kingdom of God be opened."
"Hope and light will come to the world, and the power of dreams and creation will create a new era."
The messenger of God disappeared in his dream, and Stan Tito opened his eyes and woke up.
He sat up and looked out the window.
The bright moon is eternal and the waves are endless.
"Only by giving up destruction can we create light."——
Beach house.
King Henir's envoy arrived and finally met Stan Tito.
It's just that Stan Tito is completely different from a few years ago. Now he has inherited the power and inheritance of the great poet. In the country of the Trefoils, except for the king who has mastered the power of the troll, there are few people who are more powerful than him.
.
This is external, but internally he has become more mature, stable and confident.
He was once called the lucky son in the City of Servants of God, but he made people feel like he was floating in mid-air.
Now that he has lost his former status, it feels like he has more.
He sat quietly on the beach, really like a huge rock standing on the bank of the sea, blocking the rough waves.
It was as if he could remain unmoved despite being hit by huge waves.
Henir's voice came from the worm on the messenger's shoulder and went straight to Stan Tito's mind.
"The war is coming to an end."
"The continuous internal fighting, fighting, and consumption among the blood descendants of the royal family for hundreds of years will finally come to an end, and the glory of Xiinsai will be restored."
"As long as you come back."
"You are still a lucky son, and I still reserve the position of the God of Attendant in the Sky Temple for you."
He came to see this old friend, and also to show off his achievements.
Stan Tito did not look back, he only focused on his stone carvings.
"I know you did not kill Her Majesty the Queen, but you witnessed the Queen's death and sat back and did nothing."
"You have no loyalty, you only have ambition and greed in your heart."
Henir didn't care: "I've heard this kind of talk a lot, so nothing about ambition and greed, nothing about conspiracy and trickery."
"I can't wash these things off, and I'm not going to wash them off either."
"If people want to say it, let them say it. I am who I am, and I am King Henir."
"As long as I can surpass other kings and achieve everything that has never been done before, no one will care about this."
"Come back! Stan Tito."
"I am the king, you are the spokesperson of God, and we will create a new era together."
Stan Tito was still immersed in his own work and ignored Henier.
After a long time, he finally stopped carving.
"Why must you choose me?"
"Don't the members of the other Tito family always want to be the heirs of the saint's will?"
Henir's voice suddenly changed, turning into ridicule and contempt.
"because!"
"They don't deserve it."
Stan Tito turned back: "Then am I worthy?"
Henir nodded: "Of course, you deserve the name Descendants of Saints, because you are the one who truly inherited the will and power of the great poet."
Stan Tito did not answer, but suddenly asked Henier an unrelated question.
"Are you willing to give up the power of the troll?"
Henir was stunned for a moment, he felt that this question was so familiar.
"this problem."
"The messenger of the gods also asked me."
Stan Tito turned his head and asked with concern.
"Then how did you answer?"
Henir: "I refuse."
Stan Tito looked at Henir in confusion: "Do you know?"
"Your refusal may have given up the future of the Sanye people."
Henier told Stan Tito: "I can't see the future, I just want to seize the moment."
Stan Tito withdrew his gaze and started carving his painting again.
"You may be able to reunite Xiinsai, you may be able to build a great cause and become a great king comparable to the former King Jessel."
"But, I see no hope or light in you."
Henir was even more puzzled: "Isn't it enough to be comparable to King Jessel?"
Stan Tito let out a low laugh: "That's enough for a king."
"But for the Trileaf people, for the descendants of Lederiki, and for our civilization."
"not enough!"
"Far from enough."
Stan Tito stretched out his hand and looked at the sea.
"The world is moving forward, and the long river of time is rolling down."
"Why are we the only ones standing still?"
"Did the civilization founded by King Lederiki become the sunset in the era of his son Jessel?"
"I do not believe."
"This is not what King Lederiki wants to see."
Henir said nothing more. He felt that Stan Tito in front of him had completely changed.
He used to admire Stan Tito very much, and he thought the two of them would become friends, but now he felt that the other person was different, and he even saw the shadow of the great poet in him.
That is.
Beings called saints.
The magical power faded away, and Henir's voice slowly disappeared.
"You are indeed different. You are no longer a mistress, and you are no longer a lucky child."
"People like you won't stay here forever as a craftsman."
"I will wait for your return at the Sky Temple..."