Looking at the smiling Wall, Owen Hart fell into a daze.
He looked around helplessly and saw his father, who had a bitter but somewhat relaxed expression, and his grandfather, who sat there dejectedly, silently stroking the Holy Bible that never left his side, as well as the elders and relatives in the family, and other high-level members of the Church of the God of Scholars.
"… What's going on?" he couldn't help but ask.
"It's complicated to explain in detail. To put it simply, I inherited the priesthood of the previous God of Scholars." The God of Knowledge and Culture, the old man in robes who called himself Wall, smiled and said, "I don't want to do anything to take advantage of others, but the priesthood of 'scholar' cannot be left empty. And I have indeed been working towards this direction, so I took over this priesthood. Of course, I am not the God of Scholars now, or rather, I am not just the God of Scholars. "
Owen Hart was silent for a while and asked, "Then, what about our Majesty?"
Wall shook his head. "For a long, long time in the future, you will not be able to see him again. Perhaps in the future, when I step into the great Divine Power, only then will I have enough power to resurrect him as my follower god … But that is destined to be a very, very distant thing. It may take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. Perhaps even legendary mages will not be able to live long enough to witness that scene. "
Owen finally understood where the elders' expressions came from. He thought for a while and asked, "So, you want us to believe and serve you, just like we believed and served His Majesty in the past?"
"I am not forcing anything," Wall said, shaking his head. "You are his devout followers, and I have no intention of insulting your loyalty. But as you can see, I have inherited his priesthood. Before I am strong enough to separate a part of this priesthood and reconstruct a follower god based on this priesthood, it is impossible for him to resurrect. "
Owen lowered his head. "Is it to show your majesty to us losers who have nowhere to go?"
His voice was very soft, but there was a very obvious trace of resentment in his tone.
Wall was not angry, but said kindly, "Show off or show? No, I am not that bored. I just feel that it is necessary to tell you this. After all, the future is still very far away. You should always think more about the future. "
Owen understood what this god meant. He was already 15 years old and was no longer a child. He had been involved in politics for a long time and had learned about it specifically.
The God of Knowledge and Culture had specially condescended to pay a visit and displayed his Divine Power. In fact, it was to tell the Hart Family and the believers of the God of Scholars that the God they believed in was indeed not coming back. Now, other than turning their faith to the God of Scholars, they had no other choice.
That was neither cruelty nor bullying. As a great god, the God of Knowledge and Culture's methods were mild, even rather lenient.
However, Owen could not help but feel disappointed and grumpy.
He was not a very devout believer, but he had long been accustomed to believing in the God of Scholars. It was just like eating, drinking, and sleeping — it had become a part of his life. Now that the God of Knowledge and Culture wanted him to change that habit, he found it hard to accept.
His thoughts naturally could not be hidden from Wall. Wall looked at this wonderful Holy Son and could not help but smile again.
It was really wonderful. He had never seen, or even imagined, that there would be a Holy Son in this world who was not a devout believer.
This young man by the name of Owen Hart was not a devout believer in the God of Scholars wholeheartedly. Even though he had a good understanding of the teachings of the God of Scholars and had also fulfilled them well in life, deep down in his heart, he did not really agree with this set of teachings.
For him, these teachings, this life, and this belief were just a habit.
Yes, it was just a habit.
It was a wonderful but also very reasonable thing. It was just that it was very concerning.
He smiled and pressed his hand on the top of Owen's head. His gentle will, accompanied by warm Divine Power, flowed into the other's heart.
"Young man, I do not feel that you are uneasy, but why are you not willing to believe in me?"
In his heart, he asked.
Owen, who had communicated with the God of Scholars in this way many times, immediately reacted and answered in the same way, "I have long been accustomed to the life of believing in my Lord. It is like the Divine Power that once filled this magic tower, a part of my life. I do not want to change it. "
"But life will always change," Wall said. "Just as people will always grow up."
"A human's short life is nothing in the eyes of a great god."
Wall was silent for a moment and said, "I have heard a story from my Lord, the great Void Mask. Are you interested in hearing it?"
"Of course, I am willing to listen to your teachings."
Owen saw the scene in front of him change. He was not standing in the magic tower, but in the air, watching a group of tiny insects swimming in the water.
"This is a very small and delicate insect. They are born in the spring, grow in the summer, lay eggs in the autumn, and then die. The eggs survive the winter and hatch in the next spring, beginning the journey of life. " Wall demonstrated the life of this tiny insect in front of the young man. "Its life is so short that it is completely impossible for it to know what 'winter' is and what 'year' is."
The young man nodded, but he did not understand why he was demonstrating all this.
The scene changed and showed a big turtle crawling slowly in the swamp. Its back was covered with mottled patterns, and it looked like a huge rock. There were even a lot of weeds growing on the rock.
"This is an ancient turtle living in the big swamp. Its life is very simple. After eating, it sleeps, and when it wakes up, it eats again. Every once in a while, it will become sleepy because of the tidal cycle of magic power, and start a life similar to hibernation. From one hibernation to the next, it is about a thousand years. "
The young man looked at the slow giant turtle in surprise, marveling at its long life.
The scene changed again and showed a small flying insect in the air. It was flying fast and agile at first, but after a while, it slowed down. It gathered in pairs, mated, laid eggs, and then died.
"This is another kind of small insect. From hatching to dying, it only takes one day, and the longest one can live for two or three days," Wall said. "Their life is so short that it is impossible for them to even know 'one week'."
The scene continued to change and turned into a towering ancient tree. Every drooping branch was like an ordinary big tree.
"This is the Divine Tree. From its birth until now, it has been hundreds of thousands of years …"
"Great God, what are you trying to tell me?" Owen asked doubtfully.
"At that time, I also asked the same question. Then, His Majesty the Void Mask told me that no matter whether it is those short-lived insects or the divine trees that live longer than most of the gods, what they live is actually only a 'lifetime'."
"A short life isn't something to lament over, and a long life isn't something to be proud of either. In the face of the long river of time, even gods may not be truly immortal. Therefore, as long as you live seriously, live seriously once, then you will be satisfied," Wall said. "The God of Scholars who has already fallen has undoubtedly lived seriously once. What about you?"
Owen was silent for a long time, and finally knelt in front of him.
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