What was the most wonderful way to fly in the world?
By plane? Hot air balloon? Power umbrella? Bungee jumping?
Flying mount? Own wings? Magic anti-gravity? Fighting spirit stepping on air?
Perhaps people had imagined all kinds of strange and incredible ways to fly, but probably no one would think of "living in a god's stomach and flying."
"It's really incredible!"
Looking outside through the window that Sui Xiong had specially left open, Ray could not help but widen his eyes and look around like a greedy child. He wanted to firmly imprint this scenery that ordinary people could never see in their lifetime in their hearts.
After a long time, when his eyes were a little sore, he left the window and returned to his "seat". He asked Steele, who was dozing off, "Why don't you feel excited? Is it because you're used to seeing this kind of scenery from flying around? "
Steele yawned and said in a daze, "How can I fly so high … I'm flying above the clouds …"
"Then why don't you feel excited?"
"Yesterday I had a headache and didn't sleep well … Don't bother me!"
Ray suddenly realized that Steele had been restrained by the Golden Band from the night before yesterday to last night. But of course, it was impossible for her to restrain her messy thoughts. Basically, for the whole day, she was in a cycle of "having evil thoughts, headache, being honest, and having evil thoughts again." Until the Golden Band was modified, she finally got some peace.
The reason why she was not tired at that time was that she had to climb the mountain. Now that she was free, the accumulated tiredness rushed into her mind. It would be strange if she was not sleepy!
After thinking it through, he did not disturb Steele and took a book to kill time.
As a noble, he had the habit of carrying books with him, but in fact, he rarely read. Over the years, he was either fighting or running around. Even if he had some free time, he would mostly urge himself to exercise and prepare for the next adventure and battle. But now he really did not dare to exercise, so he could only read.
This book was very beautifully made. The yellowish-brown parchment was tightly bound by a silver frame, and it would never be deformed. The black cover was inlaid with gold thread, and the decorative gemstones added a touch of luxury to it.
But for those who were truly knowledgeable, the signature of the scribe at the bottom of the title was the true value of the book.
The person who copied this book was a Legendary-mage. Of course, when he copied this book, he was only a young scholar who had not truly stepped into the mysterious palace of magic.
There was no papermaking technique in the main plane, so books were mostly made of parchment. Every piece of paper meant that a piece of sheepskin of the same size was used, and the labor that was probably more valuable than the sheepskin itself. This caused the price of books to be extremely high. Ordinary people would probably only see them once a year.
Other than sheepskin, cloth was also a good writing material. However, it was not suitable to be made into books, and was generally only used to make announcements, bounties, and the like.
Writing on a piece of paper was a technical task. Apart from using spells that were specially invented for this purpose, it could only be copied by hand by scholars. The words recorded by the spell were neat and clear, but they lacked artistic beauty, so they had no value other than books. Some strict collectors even recognized handwritten manuscripts as books, and disdained books that were copied by magic.
Although the book in Ray's hands was just an ordinary epic, there was nothing special about it in terms of content. But its beautiful writing itself could be called the embodiment of art, and the identity of the author greatly increased its value, enough to enter the ranks of "treasures."
When Ray left home, he was all alone. Apart from the sword in his hand, only this book was considered precious. All these years, he wandered from place to place, but even when he was at his lowest, he did not think of selling this book.
If the sword was his comrade-in-arms, then the book was the consolation of his soul. Only by reading this book would he remember the peaceful and tranquil life of the past, and he would not feel that his youth was just a dream.
Even though, he rarely read books.
The sunlight coming in through the window was clear and bright. Ray sat quietly in his seat, carefully reading the epic in his hands page by page, carefully chewing the soul-stirring history contained in the poem, and sometimes praising the poet's carefully crafted words. If one did not know his background, just by looking at his appearance at the moment, he was clearly a scholar, and full of aristocratic elegance.
When Steele woke up, she saw such a scene.
Ray's appearance was actually very good-looking. The "plastic surgery" that Sui gave him was not a random one, but a meticulous carving according to the principles of art, so that his face was almost perfect, except for a slight sense of incongruity caused by the deliberate carving. And as the days passed, this sense of incongruity also gradually disappeared after he experienced happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy again and again. At the moment, he could be called a top-notch handsome man. If he were to change into modern clothes and walk on the bustling street, it was unknown how many women's eyes would shine.
At the very least, Steele's eyes were shining like a hungry wolf's.
Perhaps the breath she emitted was too strong, and Ray, who was reading, was awakened. He calmly put away the book, and then knocked on the wall beside him.
"Your Majesty," he asked, "is it okay to chant the Band-tightening Spell here?"
Before Sui Xiong had time to answer, Steele had already screamed and lay on the ground, motionless.
"… I haven't read the spell yet!"
"In fact, I think you two have a good relationship," Sui Xiong said with a smile, "very tacit."
Ray's face suddenly darkened, "I have tacit understanding with her?! Your Majesty Jellyfish God, your observation and understanding of human beings are far from enough! "
"Maybe." Sui Xiong did not dwell on this issue, and instead used magic to synthesize an electronic voice, which echoed in the "cabin".
"Attention, passengers, the Jellyfish Flight flying over the Broken Cloud Mountains is about to land. Please fasten your seat belt and take good care of your children. Please check your belongings, and turn off your cell phone and other electronic devices. Thank you for your cooperation. "
This sentence was very clear, and it could be used on a plane on Earth. However, in this different world where no one understood Chinese, it only made two passengers surprised and ridiculed.
"What kind of spell is this?" Ray asked.
"Maybe there's something wrong?" Steele's thought was a little pessimistic, "We are descending. Are we going to fall?"
Sui Xiong let out a long sigh, and could not help but feel frustrated, as if he had flirted with a blind person.
The "Jellyfish Airship" soon landed slowly. Because Sui Xiong had always kept the cabin pressure at a normal level, the two passengers did not feel dizzy and tinnitus like on Earth, and of course, they did not have nosebleeds or earaches. Sui Xiong could not help but secretly fantasize, "If this technology can be used on the plane on Earth …"
However, this was impossible, because the shell of the plane on Earth could not be as strong as the body of the Jellyfish God, and it could not resist the huge pressure caused by the different air density inside and outside the cabin at high altitude.
With a slight collision, the "airship" landed smoothly on the ground, and a door opened on the cabin wall. The two "passengers" tidied up their belongings and carefully walked out.
Outside the door was a flat rock, and there was still snow that had not melted, which showed that the terrain was quite high. The lush forest started from the distant hillside and extended to the end of the earth, and the blue and green horizon looked so clear and distinct.
This was obviously the southern part of the Broken Cloud Mountains, the ancient forest that was said to have existed since the birth of the world, and it was called the "Ancient Forest."
From "boarding" to "landing," this trip only took a few hours. In fact, Sui Xiong could compress the time to be even shorter, and he could even cross the Broken Cloud Mountains in just a few minutes, but the dense magic at high altitude made him feel very comfortable, so he slowed down and walked leisurely in the sky as if he was taking a walk, which was why he had traveled for such a long time.
Of course, it was impossible for Ray and Steele to know this. They only knew that the Broken Cloud Mountains, which could be called a natural moat even for those extremely strong people, were easily crossed. There was neither a difficult trek, nor a dangerous battle, nor even a long journey. The whole process was nothing more than Steele sleeping and Ray reading a book.
It was as easy as resting in a hotel.
"The power of the Gods is really vast and unpredictable!" Ray could not help but sigh. "Your Majesty, if you were not so unreliable, you would definitely have a lot of believers!"
"In fact, I have a lot of believers," Sui Xiong said. "In the north, I have recruited nearly a hundred people."
"I'm not talking about those who sing your praises for money or protection, but those who respect and believe in you from the bottom of their hearts," Ray emphasized. "The former, as long as they are willing to spend money, they can have as many as they want. But only the latter can really be regarded as believing in you. "
Sui Xiong smiled indifferently. In fact, he did not care about this at all.
He really could not see any benefits of belief.
According to the rules of the Gods, if people believed in you, you could get power from it. But he had never felt the "power of belief." For him, being believed in by people was nothing more than being praised, which could give him spiritual pleasure.
It was certainly good to have people believe in him. It was not a big deal if no one believed in him. In the final analysis, it was nothing more than a matter of face.
This might be like the proverb on the earth, "Buddha fights for a stick of incense, but it is nothing more than a matter of face."
Although he had lived in this world for a long time, although he already had the great power of a God, although he was believed in by many people like a God, Sui Xiong had not really become a God of this world.
In essence, he was still the soul from the earth, and he had never changed.
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