"..."
In the silent atmosphere, Ronald watched the Holy Priest carefully.
At this moment, Martha was standing beside him, her body under the black priest's robe seemed to be trembling slightly, but when she turned her eyes in front of her, she could see that her hands holding the book were in a relaxed posture.
What is the status of this church man at this moment? What are you thinking in your heart?
Ronald was a little uncertain.
He didn't know how Martha would react when she saw such content.
After all, the other party is now an important person in the church, and it is no longer possible to make judgments based solely on emotions when it comes to certain things.
Right now, even if he chants a spell to summon the black fog from hell, Ronald is not willing to blindly believe in the result.
So, he tried to ask in a gentle tone:
"Malda...are you okay?"
Martha nodded slightly and looked at him with a smile:
"Of course I am okay, why do you ask this?"
Luo Nader tried to organize his words:
"You...don't you think the text in this book is a bit shocking? Or maybe the content it records is quite funny?" "
Ah, this is what you are talking about. "Merda was immediately relieved and responded with a shrug, "I already knew the above content to a certain extent. It was when I left the monastery and prepared to become a holy priest." "You already knew it
. ?" Ronald opened his eyes wide, "So the tributaries of the church who left the southern continent at that time also knew everything that happened here?" "That's
not the case." Martha shook her head and said calmly, "These information are only based on facts. Inferences made. If we knew everything, the situation today would never be like this."
Ronald accepted Martha's statement.
But when I thought that the holy priest and devout man in front of me actually knew the nature of the 'god', a sense of absurdity in reality immediately emerged.
Martha also saw this, so she continued:
"This is actually not difficult to figure out."
"I like the quiet and peaceful life in the church. I like helping others, teaching children, and taking care of the elderly. I like every morning and evening My soul is comforted and purified when I pray, and I like the strength and hope that faith gives me." "
Even if some things don't exist..."
At this point, Martha suddenly smiled gently.
"But so what?" she continued, "Faith comes from myself, and I have gained peace in my heart. This is enough." Martha
's attitude was indifferent but firm.
Ronald looked at the other person and felt that he had a new understanding and respect for this holy priest.
"You are such an amazing person." He couldn't help but admire.
"Thank you." Martha lowered her head slightly, "In my eyes, you are actually a special and great person."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The tense atmosphere between the bookshelves just now disappeared.
Next, everyone's work returned to integrating and organizing the data, and Ronald continued to read the subsequent contents of this record.
In the past, the church was unable to explore the essential mystery of the birth of gods due to the obstacles of the times and cognition. However, the investigation and analysis of the incident phenomenon were absolutely accurate.
There are no gods in this world.
The 'god' that fits the church's beliefs is indeed born from people's beliefs. This process does not even involve magic and spells, but some kind of wonderful territory that people have not yet entered.
"..."
As the reading ended, Ronald put the book back on the table and felt tired.
He has been in the library for a while, and even though his body is still full of energy, his brain that receives information cannot do so.
So, Ronald was going to go downstairs to find Orel.
After all, the content in the book was just words. Regarding some details, he still needed to have a good chat with Orel, the 'client'.
Although this king of beasts hides many secrets, he has to admit that the other party is indispensable in this incident.
There are many things that I can only go to Orel for now.
Ronald walked down the stairs, planning to find the other party and help everyone on the second floor get some water and food.
It was already getting late.
When he reached the middle of the stairs, he noticed that the lights on the first floor had dimmed, and only the faint light of an oil lamp was still flickering.
"..."
Ronald frowned, feeling a little strange.
Although Orel is not human, he still has basic physiological activities. But when he got to this position, with Ronald's hearing, he couldn't even hear the other party's breathing.
We made an appointment with Aurel on the first floor. Did he leave because of something?
Walking down the first floor, the situation was exactly as Ronald guessed.
The library door is closed, and only the lights on the table flicker on the quiet first floor. On the table with the lamp erected, paper, pen and ink were placed on it, and there was a crescent-shaped metal craft holding it down.
Ronald hurried to the table and found that the ink on the paper had long dried.
He picked it up and looked at it, and his heart suddenly sank.
The writing on the page was elegant and haughty. Although I have never seen it, I know it is Orel's handwriting without even thinking about it.
Then his eyes glanced upward -
"Farewell letter?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Ronald subconsciously rushed to the door, trying to catch up with Orel.
When he was halfway there, the singing outside came into his ears, stopping Ronald in his tracks.
He hesitated at the door.
Then he turned back and sat down with a gloomy face, and began to read the farewell letter carefully.
[Powerful Spellcaster -
You may not believe it, but I leave this letter to you alone.
I know there are many secrets and lies between you and me, but I want to reveal part of my true identity and mission to you at the last moment of my departure.
Because I feel something special about you.
There’s something about that deep quality that makes people tell you these things.
In the past that is so long that people can forget the years, I was the king of the species called the Dust Behemoth, leading my compatriots to live in this world.
This was once our home, and everything went as we wished.
So the years pass by quietly.
A disaster struck just as quietly.
Invaders from the outside seek to destroy us and take over the world. In order to protect our homeland, we fought it with the most powerful force and finally defeated it.
But as the price of victory, the Dust Behemoth also suffered heavy losses.
The remaining clan members fell into a deep sleep, while everything in the outside world continued to grow with the possibility of life. As the king, I see everything and am quietly waiting for the recovery of the giant beast clan.
With a long life, we never lack time.
Until...the emergence of humans.
I have seen more and know much about your species, unlike my sleeping companions. Something about the short-lived species changed me, and... I became a member of the Church.
There is no need to go into details about what happened next. I ended up guarding the seal of the Holy City here.
After thousands of years of thinking, my views on "Singing in the Forest" have also changed, but the key point is hard to choose. The longevity species' view of time does not require impatience, just wait slowly.
In recent days, I have felt cracks and fluctuations in the seal.
This means that an intruder has found the seal and entered here, and his purpose is obvious.
If they succeed, the world of [Song Zhonglin] will be destroyed.
I don't have to make a choice.
As for stopping them...
Anyway, I had to make a difficult decision: bid farewell to my past identity and go to this new world to find a new self.
——The key on the table.
That is the key to my treasure house and where the treasures of the Church’s past lie.
Please also pass it on to the Holy Priests, as this is something they should inherit. At the same time, I hope you can use this to strengthen yourself, or get a lot of help in stopping intruders.
Finally, please forgive my selfishness and my deception.
In an unknown time and space, an unknown world, or a dream phantom, in an eternal moment, I will hear the story that happened here.
--Bye now.
The former dust beast, the church saint, Orel. ]
Bang!
Ronald put the pages in a row on the table next to him. There was no good look on his face:
"So..."
"Just gave up and ran away?"
[Thanks to wszxxzw for the reward! 】