Hearing Schuck's words, Roland gasped. "Is that the doctrine of the Church of Light?"
"What do you think?" Schuck opened his hands. "Although it's not quite in line with current values, in a feudal world like this, in a war under such a system, women are one of the most important resources. Beauties, in particular, are a scarce resource. From the perspective of war, all women have to be packed and taken home. "
"You actually acknowledge such a doctrine?" Roland was rather surprised. "The Goddess of Light is also a woman, isn't she?"
Schuck leaned against the corner with a hint of mockery on his face that was so handsome that women couldn't close their legs. "I've been a believer of the Goddess of Light for two years, and I hear her voice from time to time. I kind of know the gods of this world."
Hearing this, not only his friends, but even the netizens in the livestream subconsciously forgot to send a bullet comment.
Seeing that Roland was listening attentively, Schuck continued, "It can be said that the gods are actually imaginary beings born from the sea of our human spirit. She's born from the mental energy of the human world … something similar to the collective subconsciousness of human beings, and there are as many as a dozen of them, such as the Goddess of Water, the Goddess of Fire, and the Goddess of Thunder! "
Roland nodded. He had the same guess about the gods.
"Because they're beings born from the collective consciousness of human beings, they know all the things that the believers know, and in contrast, they don't know all the knowledge that the believers don't know. The so-called omniscience and omnipotence is only based on the believers' perspective. " Schuck shrugged. "So … when the believers of our entire sect all think that women are war resources, what do you think the Goddess will think?"
Roland shrugged. His meaning was clear.
He suddenly remembered. "I remember that when I once offered a sacrifice to the Goddess of Magic, she said something similar. After becoming a god, you lose your creativity. It seems that being a god isn't a very good thing. "
"So for me, the Goddess of Light, is just a very powerful, very beautiful woman." Schuck put on a cynical smile. "Women are all too pretentious. They say that men look at looks, but they actually look at looks more."
Roland laughed dryly.
He wasn't a handsome man and couldn't understand Schuck's sorrow.
Besides, his queen, Andonara, didn't look at looks.
There were always exceptions.
What the two of them said was nothing to them, but in the live broadcast room, it was like a tsunami.
"Holy sh * t, what did I just hear? The Goddess is just a stronger, prettier woman?"
"Damn it, just because handsome guys have the right to say that doesn't mean we ugly guys do too."
"You're ugly, I'm not."
"If you're not ugly, why don't you become a Saint Samurai?"
"How heart-wrenching … but the fact that the gods are not creative is an important piece of information."
'Intelligence? Only information that could be used could be called intelligence, and information that could not be used was garbage information. Can you guarantee that you will meet the goddess in the future? I've calculated the amount of EXP required for this game. It'll be a terrifying number when I reach the Legendary level. "
"Gods are always powerful."
"In other words, if we players sincerely believe in the gods, these gods will also understand the knowledge of our world?"
"I don't think so. System protection or something like that? After all, there are shielded sentences. "
"It's possible!"
"The more I think about it, the more terrifying it is. If the Goddess of Wisdom learned how to rub a nuclear bomb with her hands … just thinking about it makes me feel excited."
"The question is, who is the Goddess of Wisdom?"
It seems to be the hidden Godhood of the Water God?
"The Water God? Oh, then there's no need to worry. "
The netizens in the live broadcast room discussed what they had learned about the gods.
Roland and the others began to inquire for information.
Of course, because Roland had met the True Ancestor of the vampires in the soul space, he stayed in his room and didn't go anywhere.
Schuck, Li Lin, and the others all went outside.
Ragnar was very happy now. The small caravan he brought back this time was very generous.
He was given three silver coins before, and after finding them a room, the other party gave him another five silver coins as an intermediary fee.
He gave two of them to his "orc sister," and took the other three.
On the way home, he exchanged one of the silver coins for 94 copper coins. Recently, the number of copper coins that could be exchanged for silver coins had decreased again. He remembered that a while ago, one silver coin could be exchanged for 105 copper coins. Now there were ten less, but the prices didn't seem to have decreased, which made his heart ache.
After exchanging two copper coins for three pieces of fragrant white bread, he happily returned home.
Then the two human children who were taller than him pounced on him and happily hugged him, and only the little boy hugged him and spun him in a circle.
"Let go of me, you little guy, that's rude. I'm an elder, I can't do this," Ragnar yelled with all his might.
The little boy put him down awkwardly.
"Bread for you!" Ragnar put three pieces of bread on the table.
The two children each took a piece, and the youngest girl looked at the last piece of white bread left on the table. She asked carefully, "Father, have you eaten?"
"Yes." Ragnar took off his old linen shoes to see if there was any damage on them. Without looking up at his daughter, he continued, "You guys eat slowly, don't choke."
In fact, he didn't eat at all.
He hadn't eaten since morning, and in a little while, he planned to eat some coarse grain skins … Although it cut his throat and hurt his stomach, it would still fill him up.
Because he was a dwarf, he didn't consume much energy in the first place.
Now that he had a few silver coins in hand, as long as he spent them sparingly, it would be enough to raise the children until they were over ten years old, and then they could go find work.
Thinking of that time, Ragnar was filled with anticipation.
He wouldn't have to be so tired then.
Hearing him eat, the little girl continued to ask cautiously, "Then can I bring this piece for Mom to eat?"
"No." Ragnar raised his head and stared at his youngest daughter rather unhappily. "If you dare to give it to her, don't eat it yourself."
The youngest daughter immediately dared not speak, lowering her head and silently nibbling at the bread.
After a while, the two children finished eating.
Ragnar said, "Go to bed, and come with me outside tomorrow to find some work you can do."
The two little ones nodded vigorously, then obediently went to the stone bed on the side and slept with their clothes on.
In the Netherworld, there was no difference between day and night.
But people could roughly feel what time it was on the main plane based on their level of fatigue and the instincts in their ancestral bloodline.
Then they slept at about the same time as the humans on the main plane.
After the two children fell asleep, Ragnar mended his shoes, then closed the door and went out.
He bought a large black bread at a roadside stall, walked through several streets, turned a few alleys, and finally came to a rather dark corner.
There were many beggars there, and they were all listless and like rotten wood.
Most of the people here were old, as well as a small number of women.
Ragnar walked up to a dark, thin woman and threw the black bread in front of her.
When the woman, who was almost skeletal, saw the black bread, she immediately picked it up like a hungry dog, letting out a low growl to the left and right, protecting her food.
The beggars around looked at the black bread with envy, but no one dared to grab it.
"Take your time, this is your daughter's pity for you." Ragnar was short, ridiculously short compared to the human woman in front of him, who was much taller than him even when sitting. But at this moment, his eyes were high and mighty. "I'm really happy that you've become like this."
Hahahahaha!
With a loud laugh, Ragnar turned and walked away.
As soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw a group of city guards holding a piece of parchment and asking questions at everyone they saw.
Soon, a lot of people had gathered next to the city guard squad.
He approached to join in on the fun and found a man drawn on it, very much like the merchant from the small caravan he had made a deal with not long ago.
"Sir, has the man in your drawing committed a crime?" Ragnar asked curiously.
"Of course, when you see this man, you must come and tell us, there's a big prize." The leader of the squad held up the parchment and slowly spun in a circle, showing the man's face on it to everyone. "This is a murderer who tried to assassinate Her Majesty. He is very vicious, and do not try to hunt him down alone, it is extremely dangerous."
After the explanation, the captain asked loudly, "Has anyone seen him?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Ragnar twitched his eyebrows and didn't say anything, nor did he step out.
The captain was a little disappointed and left with the squad, ready to ask elsewhere.
Ragnar looked thoughtful as he began to walk back, passing through a dark, deserted alley. It was quiet and the path he often took, and he had walked it for more than a decade without encountering any danger.
But not long after he walked in, he saw a man standing in the middle of the front, holding a hunting bow and staring at him like a hawk seeing its prey.
Cold sweat immediately trickled down his face.
He knew this man, one of the guards in the caravan.
Had he just been talking to the guards and been caught by this man?
He turned to run, only to see that at the entrance of the alley, a black panther had appeared there at some point, sitting there, like an immobile statue.
But Ragnar knew that the black panther was a magical beast, a Master-level magical beast.
A terrible creature that could bite his throat off with one pounce.
"Your Excellency." Ragnar turned quickly and knelt down to the hunter in front of him without hesitation. His head hit the ground with a thud, and he broke out in a cold sweat. "Please don't kill me, I really didn't mean to give you up, because I'm also a member of the anti-vampire alliance. We should be friends. "
The person who stopped Ragnar was Brazil, the hunter.
He sneered, "I just heard about the alliance, and almost everyone says that the anti-vampire alliance is full of heroes who are not afraid of death and have been fighting the vampires for hundreds of years. You don't look like it, you spineless coward."
"If it were me ten years ago, I would have been as unafraid of death as you said." Ragnar raised his head and smiled sheepishly. "But it's different now. I have two children, and if I die, no one in this city will take care of them, and they will starve to death. It doesn't matter if I die, but nothing can happen to the children. "
Oh?
Brazil was a little surprised. He contacted Roland through the guild chat system, and after a while, said, "Okay, come with me. Our 'boss' wants to see you again."
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