Yawen's always stern face could not help but soften slightly.
But he still didn't put on a good face.
He just put down the tea and showed a mocking expression: "But the funny thing is, those common people still don't understand.
"They just know that I, an old man, likes stories. So in this land, stories can even become the hardest currency - it can be used to exchange for slaves, houses, land, and titles. Because as long as I can get my
If you approve, you will have the opportunity to become a bishop of the church.
"So the rich people stay with the writers, playwrights, and bards every day. Just like a dog in a restaurant, it will stay by the side when you are eating, watching your every move... Hope
I hope they can leak some meat one day, so I will happily pick it up."
Having said this, Yaweng couldn't help but laugh out loud.
That's certainly not a kind smile.
Rather, it was like being laughed at by a clown...a condescending smile full of arrogance and ridicule: "Don't you think they are an outstanding drama in themselves?
"These clowns. These fraudsters. These rich people. These nobles. This island. This whole country - they all make me laughable.
"At first, after they bought a good story, they couldn't wait to find a clever and pleasing one among their children, and sent them to the church. Let them submit stories to me in the name of the creator of the story... They actually thought that this would help
You lied to me. Hahahahaha!”
Yawen laughed loudly.
Annan also sighed.
Do they really believe that these bought stories can deceive the gods?
No……
Or do they rather believe that this matter is true?
"But on your side..."
"Of course I accepted some people, but I scolded many others."
Yawen shrugged: "Because some of them are indeed talented. They don't need to buy those stories at all. They just need to let their children come to church, or simply practice more at home, and the purpose itself can be achieved.
"But they just don't believe it. They must spend money to cheat... They would rather believe in money than their children or their talents. Compared with their ridiculous behavior, this 'living drama' is more attractive.
my gaze.
"Then things took a new turn. They saw me accepting some people and rejecting others, so they thought it was 'the story wasn't good enough.'
"They set up some 'art review committees' and trained some 'art appreciation committees' on their own, and asked them to analyze the 'works' brought by those who were rejected by me - they really made them look like models.
It has found some rules and has become the so-called 'standard of good or bad art'!"
When Yaweng said this, he was so happy that he laughed so hard.
"Artistic standards" that never existed from the beginning.
It has directly become an industry and a guild.
"Since then, every time I scold someone and send them away, they have to analyze the problems with the work they brought; every time I accept someone, they have to analyze the merits of the work. The problem is, I
What we focus on from the very beginning is the people...not the story itself.
"They live by stories, but they don't understand what [story is a living thing] - a story is an invisible monster that can absorb the nutrients of life, gradually grow and become distorted. It is people's desire, people's pain, people's
Struggle... is a part of human beings, like hair cut off, eyes dug out. It is flesh and blood cut off in pain and hope."
Yaweng leaned on the chair and said casually: "The stories they stole have not taken root in the soil called 'life'. Although the flowers look beautiful at first glance, they are rootless flowers, empty and nothingness.
"Just like the story you once told me... about Hamlet."
As Yaweng was talking, he suddenly stabbed Annan: "That is not the story of our world. In another world, it may become a projection of society, but here, it does not herald anything or symbolize anything.
…The contradictions in that world are not the contradictions here, and people’s desires are not the desires here.
"Noah people can't understand why the Winter people leave their hometown in tears, just like the Winter people don't understand why they value money more than family ties; here in Denisoya, fishermen and sailors can become pirates at any time. They are the sea
But when it comes to the Silmarillion Island, which is very close to here, it becomes a conflict between the miners and the mine owners.
"Stories are living things, Annan. I hope you can remember this... people in every country and every place have different demands. And use your own 'thinking' to measure the pain of the other person."
, this is a kind of arrogance.”
At this point, Yaweng glanced sideways at Zhi Ji: "Just like that little fool, I had to encourage you to get the holy bones before letting you advance to gold... Do you know why?"
"……Why?"
Annan really doesn't know the answer to this question.
He just remembered that Zhiji had indeed suggested this to him at the beginning... but he did not tell the reason behind it. Annan also hesitated because of this, but in the end, because the Holy Skeleton was far away, he decided to grab some time and gave up the idea.
But judging from what Yaweng meant...it seemed like he had done the right thing?
"You can also recite that sentence, 'Destiny is a wheel of fate' or something like that... You are indeed very lucky."
Yaweng said slowly: "The meaning of the holy bones is 'inheritance'. It is the unquenchable fire that great people preserve their unfinished work and hand over to future generations.
"Transcendents with dyed souls and condensed souls have completely different uses for obtaining the Holy Skeleton. Transcendents with dyed souls have unswerving desires and determination, so the Holy Skeleton will ask them to
'Do those things' and provide them with power in exchange.
"But if they are extraordinary beings with 'condensed souls'...their souls are as pure as water and as clean as silver. They have not been contaminated by desire, so it means that they have more possibilities. They obtain it at the silver level.
Holy bones, the soul will be saturated with the desires in the holy bones and change color."
Yaweng said, with a hint, looking at Annan with deep meaning: "Using your...'system' expression. That is to say, 'if you obtain the holy bones at the silver level, you can inherit the profession of the first generation saint', you
Have you thought of anything?"
"...Wizard Tower?"
Annan blurted out.
Although he was a little concerned about the "system" mentioned by Yaweng, he immediately realized that the information about the holy bones was more important.
If you obtain the Holy Skeleton at the Silver level, you can use the Holy Skeleton to dye your soul and obtain the designated profession.
——Isn’t this the inheritance of the Tower Master?!
"Well said."
Yawen nodded with satisfaction.
He sighed and poured himself and Annan a cup of tea each.
The color and aroma of this tea are the best that Annan has ever seen or tasted. Naturally, this is one of the world-leading skills mastered by Ya Weng.
"The 'professions' inherited by the Wizard Tower are the last remnants of those 'dead gods'."
Yaweng raised the teacup and took a sip.
He said calmly: "And the first 'saint' in the world - that is, the body of [Heart of Justice], the righteous saint... The reason why he became a saint is because he could not become a god, but
Powerful enough. He doesn't want his inheritance, the 'Way of Justice', to be cut off. People in the future will long for justice but can't find it...
"So before he died, he used his last strength to open up a trail outside the 'Road of Ascension'.
"...Then, if he is so outstanding, why didn't he become a god?"
Hearing this, Annan vaguely realized something.
The Cup Girl and Paper Girl both suggested that they should get the "Heart of Justice", but neither the mysterious lady nor Ya Weng thought that they were suitable for the "Heart of Justice". Coupled with the identity of this first saint...
He suddenly [understood].
"...Is it because of the sky chariot driver?"
"right."
Yawen nodded.
The smile on his face completely faded.
He slowly put down the tea cup, with an expression on his face that remained unchanged: "The Saint of Justice is far older than the other Saints, and much more ancient.
"His name is Sisyphus. He is a brave and cheerful young man, and a believer in the chariot driver. He is the last god to be promoted by the chariot driver, and he is also the only god whose ascension failed.
"He deeply loved the chariot driver, respected and worshiped her. He swore that when he became a god, he would make justice everywhere and never be late... Therefore, he was recognized by the world and received a title called "The Pale One"
The Book of Truth of "Justice". And the chariot driver will personally send him to the light realm.
"And just when he was halfway up the sky train...
"——The chariot driver, she fell. Right in front of Sisyphus."