"I'm sure you know how to be a good god. Can you teach me?" Miranda looked at Roland expectantly.
"I'm not a god. How could I know how to be a Lawful God?" Roland laughed helplessly. "Why don't you go talk to Elise, the Life Goddess, when you have time in the future?"
"She won't dislike me, will she?" Miranda looked unconfident.
After all, she used to be a country girl.
Although she didn't know Roland or what the floating city was, she at least knew about the Lawful Gods like Life, Light, and the Nether God.
She herself used to be a pan-believer of Life and had a natural sense of reverence for the gods.
Although she was a god now, she couldn't change her decade-old beliefs so quickly, and she still had an exaggerated reverence for the Life Goddess.
"She asked me to protect you. She wouldn't refuse your request, would she?" Roland smiled.
"I see." Miranda was relieved, and her eyes became more expectant. "Then how should we meet?"
"I don't know." Roland shook his head. "At least I've never seen Light or the two Goddesses of Magic leave their divine realms at will. Light also comes to the main plane with a divine clone, and it's in its own territory. Sophie, the Nether God, has come out once. Maybe you should ask her. "
"You don't let me leave the divine realms at will, how can I ask?"
This was indeed a dead end. Roland sighed. "I'll ask for you when I have the chance."
"Great, you're such a good person." Miranda looked at Roland rather gratefully. "By the way, can you teach me some knowledge? Mages are the wisest people on the main plane. Sir, can you tell me your opinion on pain? "
What an opinion on pain.
Roland looked at Miranda across from him.
This girl had just become a god and looked very innocent. Roland didn't know how she turned the Divine Spark of Pain into a Lawful Divine Spark, but he knew that it was best not to ask.
It was probably some secret.
He looked at the girl in pain, thought for a moment, and said, "Actually, I don't have much understanding of pain. But I've read a little bit about it. "
"Yes, yes, please go ahead." Miranda's eyes were bright.
"The sages in my clan divided pain into physical and mental pain. At first, we thought that mental pain was greater than physical pain, but later on, we realized that this was wrong."
Hearing that, Miranda's eyes widened. "But according to the books I read before, heroes and knights can suppress pain with their minds and even completely control their bodies."
"But that's actually wrong." "Some people who are particularly mentally strong can indeed ignore the pain in their bodies for a short period of time, but that's only for a short period of time. If the body was in pain for a long time, it would eventually affect the mind. They will more or less suffer from mental illness. The Liches are a classic example. They don't have a body, so their bodies are in extreme pain. What do you think of the Liches' habits? Similarly, long-term mental pain will also affect the body, such as weakness, insomnia, depression, and so on. If it lasts longer, it will be a more serious illness, such as chronic colitis. "
Miranda nodded. "In other words, physical pain and mental pain are equal?"
"Yes. At least that's what the sages among us Golden Sons think, "Roland explained." True health is the unity of body and mind. "
Oh … Miranda didn't quite understand.
Then Roland told her some specious reasoning about the derivative meaning of the word pain.
For example, "Negative emotions cause mental pain, but more of it is the pain caused by one's own expectations being disappointed." "So contented people are less likely to suffer mental pain, but this will lead to problems such as being content with mediocrity and stagnant. So how to deal with one's expectations is a very important thing. "
To be honest, these things were all transformed from some chicken soup for the soul in the real world.
But Miranda listened with great interest.
This was mainly because she had seen too little of the world, and her current believers … In this feudal world, the average knowledge and ability of women were far lower than that of men.
And the amount of knowledge of the gods came from their believers.
The Maiden of Pain's vow was to protect only women, which meant that her orthodox believers were destined not to be too many, because a large number of her target believers overlapped with female believers such as light, life, and death.
The population of this world was limited, and most of it had been "taken over" by the four Lawful Gods. She could attract some women who lived in difficult areas or lived miserable lives to worship her.
But there wouldn't be too many of them.
Miranda herself was subconsciously aware of this limitation, which was why she kept pestering Roland to ask questions.
Knowledge was a luxury in this world, and even the gods found it difficult to acquire it. It had to be gained bit by bit over time.
After talking about pain, Miranda didn't have enough and asked some strange questions, most of which Roland could answer, unless it was really too difficult to answer.
For example: Could the Divine Spark of a god be taken out and exchanged for someone else?
Roland naturally didn't know the answer to such questions.
While Roland was answering Miranda's questions, the players, on the other hand, were in an uproar.
"Because Roland's progress is too fast, our title system can no longer keep up with his speed, so we're making a delayed announcement: Roland and Andonara (NPC) have killed the Evil God of Pain in the Astral Plane and received the title of God Slayer. The specific attributes are confidential."
Almost all the players were speechless when they saw the announcement.
There was a look of "I knew it" on their faces, but they still couldn't accept it.
In fact, ever since Roland opened the floating city, he had become an inhuman being in most people's hearts.
It wasn't a surprise that he could slay a god, but the surprise was that there were only two of them.
Last time, O 'Neal and the others organized hundreds of people and more than a hundred Legends to slay a god, but they failed.
Besides, they killed a clone of the elven goddess.
They were far inferior to killing the Evil Gods in the Astral Plane in terms of both quantity and quality.
The former was only one-tenth as strong as the original, and the latter was in the heyday of the Astral Plane.
Then, there was the difference in numbers. A thousand people versus two people.
It was no longer the difference between a human and a dog.
It was the difference between a human and a worm.
At least, that was how many players saw it.
"All of a sudden, I feel that this game is boring. Humans fight for pride, and Buddhas fight for incense. The gap between the first and second place is so huge. How can we play? "
"I'm a casual gamer, it doesn't matter. I even somewhat admire him. It feels so good to crush a bunch of rich second-generation tycoons on the ground as a person without any paywalls. "
"To be honest, it's not strange that Roland can kill the Evil Gods, but it's outrageous that he's progressing faster than the official strategy. Is he the illegitimate child of the game designer?"
"I'm curious, what happened to Cornucopia, who said that they would fight Roland to the death? Do they still have the confidence to fight Roland? "
"I haven't heard from them recently."
"The guild is gone. It's collapsed."
"What happened?"
Then, some players who were in the know opened another thread to explain.
Three months ago, after Charles, the chairman of Cornucopia, claimed that he would fight Roland to the death, they did take action.
But in less than two days, Roland's suppression came out.
First, the royal family of Hollevin cut off their cooperation with Cornucopia and gave detailed evidence of Cornucopia's tax evasion.
And they also announced that if Charles didn't pay the taxes, he would be wanted.
As a last resort, Charles could only pay the taxes. He did evade taxes, thinking that he did it secretly.
He thought that this world had a low-level tax inspection system, but it didn't show.
But the problem was … the royal family also hired a lot of players as advisors, and many of them knew how to inspect taxes.
After that, the people of Cornucopia were hunted down by the Guild of Assassins.
All of their executives were assassinated. Not only were they killed, but their heads were also cut off and sent to god knows where.
The levels of the executives dropped by five or six levels.
After that, all the taverns in Hollevin began to spread rumors about Cornucopia, all of them negative.
Things like tax evasion, using despicable means to conduct business transactions, passing off shoddy goods as good ones, or using contracts to plot against the other party, commercial framing, and so on.
Under these three blows, Cornucopia's morale was broken, and even though Charles offered high salaries and benefits, a large number of people still left.
From the beginning of the attack to the dissolution of the guild, it didn't last more than three months.
And Charles had already deleted his account. Anyway, he was level zero, and he was being counted on, so he might as well just change his account and start over.
"No wonder prices have stabilized recently."
"I told you, capitalists who engage in monopolies are really bad things. The market will be normal once it falls. "
In fact, not to mention the players, even the merchants of the entire country of Hollevin felt that the mountain on their heads had been moved away.
The NPC merchants had long complained about Cornucopia, but because Cornucopia was the chamber of commerce of the Golden Sons, no one dared to mess with them.
Now it turned out that no one who dared to mess with the Golden Sons had a good ending.
The vampires were gone, and the robbers of Hollevin were almost dead.
The gangsters in the cities were cut down like chives, one after another.
Anyway, wherever the Golden Sons went, law and order were at least greatly improved.
More importantly, for some reason, these Golden Sons were particularly nice to the untouchables, pestering them every day and asking, "Did anyone bully you? If so, just say it, and we'll help you vent."
The rich merchants and nobles of today, after eight years of beating, already knew how to behave.
Even the treatment of the slaves was much better.
They had no choice but to behave. The number of Legends among the Golden Sons had exceeded a hundred, and a large number of Master powerhouses were everywhere, noisier than dogs.
When the country of Hollevin was already considered the back garden of the players, a strange team traveled through the mountains and woods, and then came to the outskirts of Wetland City.
After a short rest, they took off their disguises and came to the city gate of Wetland City openly.
Wetland City was now the most important commercial hub of Hollevin.
The volume of people and trucks was astonishing, and there were merchants and travelers lining up to enter the city 24 hours a day.
And when these people appeared at the city gate, there was a brief commotion among the merchants, and finally they tacitly walked to the side and made way for them.
And the guards in charge of guarding the city nervously lined up into two lines of spearmen, blocking the gate.
Outside of the city gate was a group of fully-armed elves.
The captain, who was wearing standard military armor, stood in front of the door and said calmly, "Elves? You don't look friendly. What can I do for you? "
"I'm Ans." The young elf in the lead slightly bowed. "I'm a member of the council of elders, and I'm here to negotiate with the mayor of Wetland City on behalf of the will of the Mother Tree!"
"The Mother Tree?" The captain was a player. Many players didn't want to take risks anymore, so they worked in the army and received a good salary. "You mean the World Tree?"
"Yes." Ans said coldly, "A few months ago, some of the Golden Sons invaded our people and inhumanely slaughtered a lot of civilians. They even assassinated our queen, which is already a humiliation for the elves. We need an explanation now. "
"Your queen sacrificed herself to death, didn't she?" The player chuckled.
"You were involved in the invasion?" Ans' face became extremely cold. His right hand that was holding the Green Vine Staff had obviously turned pale because he was clenching it too hard.
"Not exactly. I was too weak to participate in the battle." The player smiled and said, "But I've seen the video … It's what you elves call a magic image of the past. I know the general situation of the battle."
Ans looked better. He said, "Then please inform the mayor of this city and ask him to welcome us!"
"Welcome us?" The player shook his head with a smile. "I'll report your matter to the mayor. Please wait for a moment."
Then, the player turned around and rode away quickly … He was a Lancer.
Ans blocked the gate with a thousand elves and waited in silence.
More and more carriages and travelers were blocked on the road.
At this moment, another player in standard armor stood out and said, "I'm the deputy captain of the city guards. My friend, can you ask your team to make way? We need to clear the traffic. "
Ans narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a while. Then he asked unhappily, "Do you think those civilians and merchants are more important than a thousand elves? More important than a thousand angry avengers? "
"Yes. They're more important than you. "The deputy captain smiled delightedly.
Not just Ans, all the elves who heard their deal were infuriated.
Many elves took out their bows and waited for Ans to give the order.
But at this moment, a transparent figure suddenly appeared next to Ans.
The purple-haired woman with a sacred vibe looked at the deputy captain and said coldly, "The Golden Sons are as arrogant as they're rumored to be. Tell your mayor that I'm here. If I don't see him in ten minutes, the elves will wage a total war against Hollevin and the Golden Sons. "
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