It was getting late, and there were times when the War God Temple would close for the day. So, Sandora and I prepared to leave the temple (or church) under Grandpa Lei's lead. Before we left, we bid farewell to Eva. She wouldn't leave. She lived in the church. It wasn't because the servants of the God of War had to strictly abide by the rules, or because they couldn't leave the temple due to their holy status. It was because the rent in the capital was too expensive, and Eva had grown up in the temple district. So, she decided to live in the church …
As for Grandpa Lei, the High Priest of the God of War, whose status was second only to the Pope, he lived in the dormitory. Both of them were foreigners.
This was the reason why the second most respected religious leader of the Azure Star chose to live in the Church District all year round.
I have a feeling that the above situation shouldn't appear in such a holy paragraph, and it shouldn't appear in any of the words "God", "Saintess", "Priestess", and "Church". Why is it that even though this is supposed to be a rather serious setting, it sounds like it's happening in a small clothing factory's dormitory 30 miles away from the outskirts of the city?
I was also a little curious as to why Ray and Eva, who were religious leaders who stood above everyone else, would choose to stay in the dormitory in the Church District just because of some nonsensical reason like 'the rent in the capital is too expensive'. After leaving the church, I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. However, I didn't expect that Gramps Lei would only reply with a matter-of-fact, "Because we don't have money."
Seeing that Sandora and I were surprised, Grandpa Lei, who was always a little serious, repeated seriously, "Because we don't have money. Most of the servants of God will choose to live in the church district because the church district provides free housing and daily necessities for the missionaries. This is also the only benefit we can obtain for ourselves in the name of God. Apart from that, we have to find our own way to get any supplies that exceed the necessities for survival. Is it that incredible? "
"Well, in a way, it is." I smiled and shrugged. "When I saw your War God Temple, my first impression was that the Church should be the richest group in the world. I didn't expect it to still be like this."
"Of course the Church has wealth," Ray spread out his hands as if he was holding up the whole world. "Because we manage this planet for God. As the stewards of God, we hold the key to our master's treasury, and the Church as a whole is built on the foundation of all the wealth that God has given to mankind. Therefore, the temple and the statue should be magnificent. This is the gratitude that mortals must give to God: to thank Him for giving us this world. But the missionary must insulate himself from these riches. We must realize that we are stewards of them, but we have no right to them. We are rich spiritually and spiritually, compared with material riches: because we stand nearest to God. Moreover, compared to those who need to work day and night to survive, we only need to pray and preach, and we don't have to worry about food and clothing. This is already a great fortune. "
When Ray said these words, it was completely natural, without the slightest pretense, and he didn't exaggerate to show how pious he was. But because of this, I was shocked by how much spiritual power faith could bring: it could completely sublimate a person — as long as the faith was sincere enough, it could even allow a mortal to transcend the shackles of the material world. Perhaps on the Azure Star, there weren't many ordinary believers who were as devout as Ray. Perhaps most believers with physical bodies would never be able to resist the temptations of the mortal world. However, Ray was a living example. I now understood how the "Ascendants" who were chosen to enter the Star God Realm and live together with the true Gods came to be.
Maybe after the old man in front of me was summoned by God, he would be like those mortal believers in the Galactica God Realm, becoming a follower of Elson, and follow his loyal master …
… Regrettably, the moment I thought of that idiot 123, I couldn't think about it anymore. The exclamations I had accumulated over a hundred words instantly collapsed. Gramps Lei, are you really willing to be summoned by that damned main character?
Even if you were summoned by Jingle, it would be better than summoned by 123! At least the Goddess of Life had more cute girls under her! It was said that the God Servants under 123 were all macho men with a waist circumference of at least three feet! Old man, can your body take it … I'm sorry, it seems like Elson really does have the aura of a long-range scammer. Even though he's tens of thousands of miles away, just the thought of his name in my mind is enough to make my thoughts go blank …
At this moment, I couldn't help but think of the five Protoss cops who spent all their time at home helping me spend money. In the past, I didn't think much of it, but now that a grandpa with a glorious image suddenly appeared in front of me, I instantly understood how lazy, lazy, troublemaking, ridiculous and intolerable the Gods at home were. Looking at a mortal believer who was more of a role model than those Gods, as the landlord, I couldn't help but grieve. Why was 123 not as enlightened as one of my grandpa's subordinates? Compared to those five, the only difference between this grandpa in front of me and becoming a Buddha was that the back of his head couldn't shine …
"Ah Jun, I really think that you're sighing too much," Sandora suddenly poked my arm, "And to be honest, when the five of them started a ruckus, when were you any calmer than them?"
I: "…"
That's right, I still have the title of 'Holy Father', but I don't seem to have done anything that a Holy Father should: except for taking care of the children.
This was already the interior of the church district, the holiest place in the entire Azure Star. Walking along the quiet streets with Sandora, I felt that the 'curious eyes' in the distance had decreased by a lot. Even if there were still some, they could only look from afar. Perhaps the Azure Star's authorities and the bunch of scientists (including Grandpa Qiao, who I didn't see after leaving the church) were still in a heated discussion about the extraterrestrial visitors, but for the current me and Sandora, it was completely insignificant. After finding out that this world was actually the territory of 123, the local natives' actions instantly dropped a few percent to Sandora and I. Because we knew that no matter how much trouble they caused, they wouldn't be able to cause much of a commotion.
I just needed to go back and think about what kind of far-reaching impact the sudden entrance of the Fifth Fleet would have on this world. Perhaps it would change the course of their entire civilization. But come to think of it … well, there's 123 to deal with, why should I think so much about it, right?
"I don't care where I sleep today, I just want to know when we can eat …"
While I was lost in thought, Sandora suddenly pinched my arm again and muttered in a low voice, "Ah Jun, I already said I was hungry half a century ago …"
I sweated. We just walked out of the church, and Sandora was already like this. As expected of a glutton. Thus, I quickly raised my hand and called out to Grandpa Lei, "Hey, let's not waste any more time. It seems that my girlfriend is really hungry. Have you prepared a meal?"
Grandpa Lei was stunned. He probably wasn't used to the extraterrestrial visitors' unique way of speaking. Then, he saw Sandora grinding her teeth and hurriedly nodded, "Oh, oh, of course, we have specially arranged it. But please understand, your side is a little … special after all. Our team of experts seems to be having a headache as to what kind of food to serve you. Qiao thinks that the extraterrestrial creatures have a completely different digestive system from the humans of the Azure Star. Perhaps the food on our planet might not be to your liking, but since we didn't have the chance to ask about this before … Anyway, the team of experts is currently collecting food samples from all over the world. Maybe … "
"There's no need to go through so much trouble." I proudly patted Sandora's small waist, "My girlfriend will eat anything. I brought Kang Shifu with me. Speaking of which, you guys are really too much. The team of experts isn't thorough at all. If you can't figure it out, why don't you just ask me?"
Grandpa Lei glanced at me and said, "Please understand. Until five o 'clock in the afternoon, no one in the team of experts had thought that the first problem to be solved after coming into contact with aliens would be how to cook. This topic was thought of by a chef in the academy …" Speaking up to here, Lei spread his hands awkwardly and said, "Everyone has their own specialties. Normal scientists are all busy trying to figure out how your spaceship could suddenly jump out of the solar system."
Hearing this, I felt that it was indeed logical. There were many Hollywood movies where aliens appeared, but how many countries' governments had thought of cooking a few dishes when they first came into contact with aliens?
I glanced at Sandora, who had an expectant look on her face, and thought to myself, I'm afraid that the experts of the Azure Star have to think about more than just cooking a few dishes …
After hearing Sandora's and my request, Grandpa Lei, of course, did not hesitate. He immediately took out a small oval object and pressed it against his ear. This thing could be a phone, and he began to instruct the relevant personnel to prepare a meal for the extraterrestrial guests. I kept reminding him, "Prepare more, prepare more. Just let them follow the standard of a state banquet …"
Listening to me, Sandora desperately pinched my arm from behind, and I felt extremely awkward. That's true, I reckoned that if my current behavior was raised to a political point of view, it would basically be the same as smearing the reputation of the people of the Empire. But what could I do? Throwing away my face didn't matter. In any case, I couldn't let Sandora go hungry.
Thus, with a subtle expression, Grandpa Lei instructed the staff to take out everything that had been prepared. Then, he led us to the large cafeteria set up in the church area.
Hmm, to be more elegant, it was called the "Holy Communion Chapel."
"This is the place where the Holy Communion is held on the days of rest blessed by the God of War." After leading us to the domed building, Grandpa Lei proudly pointed at the circular dining hall. There was already a sumptuous meal prepared here, although I didn't recognize a single thing on the table except for the plates. There were also a few familiar faces accompanying them. Many junior clergymen in monk robes were continuously bringing all kinds of colorful food in strange cutlery to the table. Grandpa Qiao, who had disappeared as soon as we left the church, was standing next to the table. He enthusiastically waved at me and Sandora, saying, "Oh, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You must try the food that I personally mixed. I have devoted myself to research for many years to find the perfect universal scrambled eggs …"
"If it wasn't for his outstanding contributions in researching the anti-gravity equalizer, he would definitely be the first senior clergyman to be fired by the Space Exploration Bureau," Ray whispered in my ear.
I finally knew how the strange old man who had devoted himself to researching alien dandruff for more than half a year was able to stay in the scientific research team.
At this time, Sandora showed a completely indifferent attitude towards Grandpa Lei's words. The scale of the world in her eyes was rapidly shrinking, finally limited to the size of the dining table. Then, the world rapidly expanded, gradually enveloping the entire large dining hall … Holy Communion Chapel. It was a process of world view switching. Within half a minute, Sandora had successfully applied her view of the world to all the substances in front of her: edible.
I suddenly felt that I should first go up and hang a few "inedible" signs on the stern-looking receptionist to prevent the starving Sandora from causing a food disaster …
But even in a situation where her appetite was unprecedentedly strong, Sandora still maintained a decent demeanor. She elegantly sat at the head of the table, then signaled with her eyes that the others could sit down. Normally, she was not like this. She was usually very approachable when eating with strangers, but the "rigid spirit" of these experts and scholars in front of her obviously dissatisfied Her Majesty the Queen, so she chose to adopt a commensurate attitude with them. After sitting down, everyone present, whether they were wearing robes or not, folded their hands in front of their chest and began to bow their heads and pray with their eyes closed. Ray and Joe sat relatively close to each other, so their prayers reached my ears. "… Thank God for giving me peace and enjoying the delicious food that God has bestowed upon me …"
I silently glanced at the two old men and thought to myself, Your Lord should be sitting at someone else's table, eating someone else's food, watching someone else's TV, playing with someone else's children, and playing with someone else's pets … Oh, the pets may not be completely someone else's, but the first three things are all right. But at this time, you are praying, thanking your Lord for giving you food. According to this logic, how much should 123 thank the Landlord for giving him?
"Well, the prayer is over. Now, please let us enjoy Holy Communion with the guests from outer space …?"
Grandpa Lei was the first to open his eyes after he finished praying. He habitually said the first half of the sentence, then stared blankly at the empty table. From a sociological point of view, he probably did not understand what "Holy Communion disappeared in the midst of prayers" meant. Sandora smacked her lips and commented, "You're praying too slowly."
I looked at my girlfriend in horror. This girl can't eat so fast at home! So, this is her real strength. Usually at home, Her Majesty the Queen has been controlling herself?
"Holy … Holy Communion is gone!" A middle-aged woman who looked like a high priestess blinked her eyes. Suddenly, she put her hands together and shouted, "God! The Lord must have descended to share Holy Communion with us! "
No, your Lord doesn't have such a big appetite. Besides, don't you think it's embarrassing that the first thing the Lord did after he descended was to snatch all the food from his believers? Although it was more in line with the character of 123 to do this.
In the end, it was Lei who noticed the movement in Sandora's mouth. He looked at us in surprise. I smiled and patted Sandora's hair. "She has a big appetite. Please prepare another table. Well, if possible, it's best to prepare another table. "
That day, Sandora ate happily. According to her standards, the food on the Azure Star was quite to her taste. Because the food was well prepared (the staff had collected almost all kinds of edible, suspected edible, or rumored edible things on the planet to make this meal), the table and utensils of the Holy Communion chapel were spared. However, because I was not used to the local food, I decided to eat Master Kong. If I had known earlier, I would have asked Anveena to make a bunch of boxed lunches to carry with me. The other people, including Lei and Joe, had a deep impression of this Holy Communion. It was the only time in their memory that they had eaten enough food to feed three elephants and left hungry.
Because Sandora's meal was too spectacular, everyone was dumbfounded. When Lei and the others came to their senses, the people in the kitchen wanted to use the broom to cook soup.
Sandora expressed an appropriate degree of apology and regretted that ordinary people could not digest forks and glasses. Otherwise, the people in the room would not have to go hungry.
I have to say, although the group of alien enthusiasts and slightly nervous leaders sometimes made people not know whether to laugh or cry, at least they were better than many people who went the conspiratorial route after seeing aliens (that kind of situation did exist, and it was quite common). Maybe it was because 123 had been using faith guidance for many years to help its believers establish the correct view of the world. Therefore, even though the Azure Star was a "newly civilized civilization" that had just been able to move freely in its own star system, many of their viewpoints seemed very advanced to me. They could correctly recognize the various potential dangers of coming into contact with foreign languages. They understood the fact that after leaving the Cradle, they might not be familiar with the universe. But under this premise, they still took the first step and quickly calmed down after the appearance of the Fifth Fleet. They adopted many communication methods that, although childish, did help to avoid the "first conflict". After Shadora and I finally ate our fill and settled down in the room that the Church provided, Shadora started analyzing the "value" of the native civilizations on the Blue Star as if it was an occupational disease. In the end, she came to a conclusion: Although 123 was a trap, the Blue Star was surprisingly not too much of a trap.
Sometimes I felt that Sandora really had an occupational disease. Even when she was traveling, she would definitely analyze the indigenous civilization for a long time. In the end, she would even calculate how long it would take for the indigenous civilization to develop normally or to accelerate its development before it could become a vassal of the Empire. She would also study how long the indigenous civilization could last after the Abyss invaded their world. She would also calculate what benefits the Empire could bring after the target civilization was completely ruled by the Abyss. These cold-blooded calculations were what Sandora loved to do. Although she did not mean any harm, this habit made me want to knock Her Majesty the Queen's head every few days. It was not easy for us to be alone, and it was even on our honeymoon (Shallow Shallow's words). More importantly, that little troublemaker Jingle was not nearby. It was a long night, and there was nothing better to do than to use the MDT to calculate the expected lifespan of the indigenous civilization … These cold-blooded calculations were what Sandora loved to do.
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