Son of the Olden Days

There is an ordinary solid wood table in the living room, which is usually used for writing and office work.

Saul went straight to sit down in the chair behind the table.

After taking a sip of the warm black tea, Saul put his arms on the table to support his chin.

There are two purposes for making this listener posture.

One is to add a sense of formality, and the other is to signal to Archbishop Biernat in the white robe, what story you can tell next.

As a habitual offender who abducted shiitake mushrooms many times, Thor considers himself a story king.

Regardless of the other party's turmoil, Saul decided that he would only have two answers next.

One is that I will deny what you say, and the other is that if you are too lazy to deny, I will go all the way to the end.

Although the opponent's strength is far above him, Saul doesn't care.

The Holy See of Illumination is also prominent in history, and there will always be a bit of pattern when you want to come to the table. Speaking of having helped them once in the winter, even if Saul didn't make a report, at least he couldn't let the other party cheat him.

"Sorry, I just wandered around in your garden without permission, before you arrived." Biernat put one hand behind him and spread one hand slightly, and started his speech. The garden naturally refers to Suo. Your territory.

"It doesn't matter. Our Freedom City always welcomes outsiders, provided that we don't make trouble. In addition, this territory is not my garden. A group of impoverished people are united here for warmth. This is everyone's garden." Sol kept smiling. .

"You are right. God loves you and other people. God sacrificed everything to be with you." Bernat raised an elbow and touched Sol with his fingers. We thought of the way we were together.

"...Oh." Seeing the ghostly bluffing of the old **** stick, Saul could only let out a **** with toothache. If God was with me, I would have beaten him to death, and he would never love anyone.

"This territory... is very good, much better than I thought." Biernat continued.

"Oh." Saul continued to croak, he didn't like the old guy's eyes, as if he was looking at his own home.

"You know why I came." The old **** stick turned his head and looked at Saul, not a question, but a statement.

"Yes, I do know it, from when you were sneaking around with Hallowell." Sol nodded.

Biernat didn't care about Saul's sarcasm, and he smiled at the corner of his old mouth and turned to the saint Issa. After Alessa stood up, he calmly sat down in the saint's chair and slumped there like an old goblin.

Old guy, this is..., isn't this all right? Still thirsty? Or, is this still intriguing?

"Come here, bring another chair and change the tea by the way." Sol shouted to the servant standing outside the door.

This group of people are pervasive, and maybe they can pull it for a long time when they see an ant. Saul just noticed that there were only two chairs that he usually serves guests at will. In case the egg is picked up by the other party, who knows what will be pulled out and how long it will take.

Come on, Thor regained his fighting spirit and looked at the mushroom monster in front of him, Saint Elisa.

"It's normal to get in touch with Hallowell. We are looking for the soil of faith. We have to walk around and see." Ai Leisa took the previous topic, raised her hand to tear off the veil on her face, revealing that one is beautiful but not as good as Clay Di's face.

Thor's tooth is starting to hurt again, you pull the veil again, don't you know how to speak without showing your face?

"The soil of faith? It seems that Hallowell is obviously not, of course I am not here. So you still didn't find it. I regret that." Saul shrugged, saying that I don't accept homeless people here. expression.

"You can be here. It fits perfectly in all aspects. Our Illuminati Church will sprout and grow here and bring the glory of the Lord of Illumination back to the world." Alesa stretched out one hand gracefully, and pressed the other hand into a small fist to press her heart.

Are you doing an opera? If you change the occasion, maybe Saul will give some applause for the sake of Eliza's commitment.

"Sprout? It's useless for you to bloom here, because I don't agree. Even if you pass me, Allantis in the north and the dark council in the south don't agree, so you will have no difference except being uprooted. The ending." Saul spread his hands.

"Some roads are to be taken after all, even with blood and sacrifice as a pavement." Ai Leisha lowered her head sadly, seeming to remember the past.

"But you can walk by yourself, or go elsewhere, as long as you don't come to kidnap me. I only like to spend the winter in my old tent, and I don't like participating in other people's dream journeys, so I still regret it." Sol pursed his lips. Tilted his head.

"Does your city of freedom include free faith?" It seems that a new breakthrough point has been found, and Alessa asked suddenly.

"It does include, but this kind of inclusion is limited. I don't object to leading the people to find some spiritual sustenance on their own. One or two people or one or two families are fine. No matter what **** they believe in, even the evil **** is fine."

"But once the area of ​​a certain belief spreads among the people, before it expands to affect public opinion or a large group of people, I will act outright. I will tear down the shrines, smash the idols, and crush them on the soles of my feet."

"In the end, I will drive these foolish fools who live by dreaming out of my territory."

"This is my attitude towards the gods. It used to be the same, and it will be the same in the future." Saul's eyes became more sharp.

"Why do you have to stop others from following the pace of the Lord God?" Aresa did not get angry at Thor's sharp words.

"Because it is meaningless, prayers and various inexplicable rituals will take up most of their time. I think they can do more things that are beneficial to the family during those times, even if they play a horseshoe loop game to relax their spirits. "

Oh, the horseshoe ring is a small folk game.

Nail a wooden stake of almost the same thickness on the ground, and then stand a certain distance away and throw a U-shaped horseshoe. If the shoe mouth is accurately hung into the stake, it will get a point, and the horseshoe will rotate around the stake by inertia. , Every turn gets one more point.

This kind of small game is very popular among the folks. Among them, it is said that after throwing a horseshoe, a master can hang on a wooden stake and rotate seven or eight times. The game itself is often used by the public for gambling due to the novel gameplay of accumulating points.

Most ordinary families will erect a tree stump at the door, which is not expensive and suitable for all ages.

So if you see it in the countryside, don't think that it is a pile for tethering livestock, nor is it a broken cross, and there are no dead people asleep behind, it is just someone else's horseshoe ring.

"But spiritual beliefs can make them find inner peace." Aresa looked at Saul.

"I think if they can eat and drink, while they can sit by the fire wrapped in new clothes and carrying ale, they will be more peaceful. And all this is given to them by my lord, not from God. "

"For the kind of person who eats my food but sells someone else's life, I can't help but want to kill him."

"In other words, if the Lord God comes to this world and gives him a lot of money, or pulls him out of hardship. After struggling with human nature, he finally chooses to compromise and indulge in temptation. I may still be able to understanding."

"The problem is that God didn't give him anything. He ignored my support for such a thing that he hadn't seen before, and he didn't even know anything. I can't understand this." Saul leaned back. Lean back in the chair and spread his hands.

"But there are also many wealthy people who believe in gods." Aresa argued for reasons.

"What's weird about this? Or so what? Rich people are actually more likely to get lost because of their broad vision."

"The heart is corroded by money, the hands were **** when accumulating the original capital, or your brainwashing propaganda is good enough to make people who are stupid and rich feel that this is a trend, as if they don’t believe in something. Not anymore."

"Every time I see those rich people look vain and hear them talk to others braggingly, I go to the temple and pray again, and I always hear that sentence as'I am facing home again The pile of dung at the door was observed once'."

"Oh, what is it bad to do in those times?" Saul shook his head and sighed like an old man hit by fallen leaves.

"Puff~" Elisa couldn't help but snorted, but immediately realized that she was laughing because of this vulgar language. This guy is really dangerous, and is using his crooked theory to shake his pious beliefs.

"You said God doesn't exist?" Aresa stared at Sol suddenly, as if Sol had smashed her cloth bear.

"Have you seen a god? I mean with my own eyes, don't tell me the history and legends of those continents, they are written by humans. If I were a writer, there would be no gods in future generations." Saul stretched out his finger buckle. Snapped the desktop.

"Of course I've seen it!" Elissa squeezed her neck.

"Oh~~~~? Then tell me, what does she look like? Does she have a chest and butt? Or can she run around holding her head?" Saul made a long cry as if he was about to lay an egg. The **** crowed, and then gave an interesting expression.

"God is great, holy, omnipresent..." Ai Leisha started to put her head down like an endorsement.

"Stop, stop, stop piling up rhetoric, it's still great and holy. You don't say he is a god, I thought it was a stray dog ​​I picked up before! Really, the dog I met before, wash After being cleaned, the whole body's hair is white."

"I think it's white and holy, especially when it wants to gnaw bones, the melancholy little eyes are really holy. When it chases me for bones and jokes, I think it has nothing. Everywhere."

"Really, stop using this stupid way of speaking, it's very unfriendly to me."

"Maybe you don't care about lowering your IQ, but I endured it very hard. I am like a drowning man trying to swim back to the shore, and you are like a silly whirlpool, desperately trying to get me in. I swim really hard."

"I never said that your beliefs are worthless, but at least they are not here. Instead of talking with me here, there is no such thing as'fake some gold-plated chalice to sell it'. Attract me. Sol waved his hands.

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