"It's so beautiful..."
"It seems to be the fireworks that the kingdom of gods will release during the autumn harvest!"
"I really envy Miss Fergus! When she cried, God conjured red lotus fireworks for her..."
The saints and saints didn't think much about it.
God has always been tolerant and merciful, and Miss Fergus is a noble servant of God, so some special treatment is understandable.
Only Nataxi's small face was pale and looked crumbling.
Calby glanced at her curiously, and asked with concern:
"Miss Leonard, you look a little uncomfortable, do you need Priest Lina to give you a blessing..."
In Jingu, you don't need to see a doctor when you are sick.
One blessing is enough.
The divine arts of the priests are quite good.
"No! I'm not sick." Nataxi refused reflexively, she looked at the two people under the throne, "I... just have a tightness in my chest."
"… Oh."
Calby fell silent.
Such eyes are too familiar... He can see countless in the shrine every day.
Another poor god-obsessed girl, he thought.
Unfortunately, God will never respond to these people's infatuation.
"Back off."
At this time, God's wonderful voice came, containing an order.
"Yes."
The saints and saints bowed their heads.
Occasionally, there will be times when God does not always want their company.
They picked up their things and went out as usual, and Nataxi also went out. When they were about to walk out of the hall, they couldn't help but looked back, only to find that Belia was still under the throne.
She didn't go.
Nataxi realized something instantly.
Panic, helplessness, and embarrassment entangled her again—just like Nathaniel's days and nights.
Even if, even if she went to the shrine, to the shrine, to the presence of the god... Belia was still her nightmare.
She is like a heavy haze, covering her head forever, making her unable to breathe.
She wanted to leave for a short time, to go to a place where Belia didn't exist.
"Mr. Calby, you are… going to the market this afternoon, aren't you?"
she asked.
"Yes, but Priest Lyle isn't here, we can't get out—"
"—We can go out by ourselves!" Nataxi suggested, she tilted her head, "I'm talking, why must Priest Lyle take it with me? God didn't stipulate that we can't go out of the palace."
Karbi was taken aback for a moment, there was indeed no such regulation in the shrine, it was very free.
But that's what they've always done.
Others were moved.
"Yes, we haven't gone out for a long time! Priests Lyle and Lina are not always available... Besides, we play in the small town near the shrine, so there is no danger... Everyone is a believer in light, what are you afraid of? Woolen cloth?"
"Yes, yes! I heard from Miss Tina that a kind of colorful cloud candy has appeared in the town recently. It is very delicious!"
"Go, go... Kalby..."
The saints and saints are unwilling to be lonely.
They are still young, even though they have extremely devout beliefs, occasionally, they feel lonely in this huge shrine.
They are too idle, they don't need to do anything, and they have a lot of time to kill.
"Then... let's go."
Calby himself is a little eager to try.
"Go! Go!"
"Do you need to tell Priest Lina?"
Nataxi didn't know why she had such a strong desire to go out at this moment, she said:
"Tell Priest Lina what to do if she doesn't allow it? When we come back, we'll act like a baby with her... Priest Lina is very kind and will definitely not punish us severely..."
"That's right, God doesn't need our company today... Let's go!"
"Going right now!"
A group of people walked out of the shrine in mighty force.
Liu Yu still didn't know that without the leadership of Priest Lyle, this group of lively teenagers and girls would still go shopping in the market.
To some extent, the plot is still like a train, rumbling forward along the original track.
She was detained in the temple.
God did keep his promise.
He conjured up a gilt table with a beautiful rose chair next to his divine seat.
Liu Yu sat on a chair and listened to him explain a few simple characters.
The language of God is different from all the languages in the world. Its pronunciation is extremely weird. Not only does it need the tongue, but it also needs to use the resonance of the vocal cavity. Can't figure out that combination.
"Divine language is difficult, but... beautiful." She said in an admiring tone, "It must be the most beautiful language in the world, like poetry."
"I know, it's hard... Your praise won't make it friendly."
Liu Yu: ...
Well, she shut up.
At this time, God's finger lightly pointed, and a square white board appeared, and there was a golden quill with golden characters flowing on the tip of the pen.
After a while, twenty chubby characters appeared on the whiteboard, jumping up and down.
"Today, learn the twenty basic characters first... Don't underestimate them, if the foundation is not solid enough, maybe they can make you stumble."
The chubby gold characters tumbled together on the whiteboard.
Liu Yu couldn't help but glanced to the side. On the God's seat, God's foot was slightly propped up, and his hand was resting on that leg. His clear green eyes looked over—
"Forty."
she said.
There are a thousand basic characters in Shenyu.
Twenty twenty geosciences, the basic characters alone will take fifty days, she can't afford to wait.
"Belia Fergus, learning requires rigor, and I am not a teacher who will indulge students."
That extremely lethal face straightened.
If it were the saint sons and saintesses, they might be trembling with fright, but Liu Yu is no longer a coward after a few times in a row:
"Forty, you can let me try first!"
She didn't think that people on Earth who had undergone various exams would be afraid to memorize such things by force.
"no."
"You didn't even let me try, how do you know I can't do it?"
The girl looked at him with her big water-blue eyes.
God tightened his lips: "No matter how intelligent the Holy Spirit is, there has never been more than twenty in a day."
"If I can't, I won't challenge your arrangement in the future."
The girl argued hard.
After a moment of silence, another twenty golden basic characters flowed out from the quill tip.
Forty characters gleamed beautifully on the whiteboard.
"I don't like people talking back to me."
"Oh! Of course! I'm not contradicting you, I'm talking with you."
God is satisfied.
Liu Yu looked at the forty golden characters and was also satisfied.
One day is spent learning the language of God.
Not only to memorize, but also to pronounce.
But in terms of pronunciation, Liu Yu had already discovered that the unfriendly big-tongued pronunciation no longer troubled her.
It’s just that, as God said, it’s a bit difficult to remember the characters—I know what shape it is, but it’s very difficult to imprint it in my mind, like a hazy veil.
But she was never one to be discouraged.
She is used to looking for rules in these characters. Any language, as long as it can form a system, can find rules. She couldn't find the door to enter before, but now, with the guidance of God, it is much easier. His beautiful voice flowed quietly in his ears, and time seemed to stop.
The one month of memorizing day and night in the library was not wasted, and it paid off to her at this time.
She mastered it faster than expected.
In one morning, I have already mastered thirty.
She barely rested for a second, muttering in her mouth, and writing and drawing with a quill in her hand—
God gave her that quill.
Miraculously, after writing all morning, the pen and ink of the quill seem to be inexhaustible.
The golden liquid is like flowing gold powder, with a luxurious and delicate beauty.
Liu Yu simply loves this pen—
Maybe it's because she lived too plainly when she was a child, but when she grows up, she prefers things that look gorgeous and delicate.
God may be used to teaching children. He is rigorous and meticulous in his lectures, and when she makes mistakes, he mostly encourages them gently.
"very good!"
"Is such that."
"...it's okay, Belia, you're just a child... a child, mistakes are allowed."
When the familiar words rang in his ears again, Liu Yu couldn't help but look forward.
He was standing on the other side of the table, leaning slightly, his Gaia Leslie-like face showed confusion:
"… What's wrong?"
Liu Yu suppressed the sourness in his heart and shook his head:
"nothing."
The past is gone, it is useless to think too much.
Unexpectedly, the other party refused to let her go, he stretched out his hand to hold her face, his cold fingers contrasted with his pair of green eyes:
"... That look in the eyes again."
"Belia Fergus, I'm not a substitute," he stated calmly. "Don't keep looking at me with those weeping eyes."
"I am God."
He declared to her.
Liu Yu lowered his eyes:
"Yes, you are a god, of course I know."
He let her go, and started teaching the next character again.
Liu Yu looked up, only to see his sharp side face, the snow robe made that face more translucent, and also more... icy.
"Focus."
Liu Yu withdrew his gaze and looked at the whiteboard intently.
Not long after that afternoon, she could already read and write the forty basic characters word for word.
Pride once again filled her heart, and Liu Yu regained the feeling that she used to be able to do well in class, the corners of her mouth curled up:
"I learned! You see, I was right, forty words!"
At this time, the god had already sat back on his throne.
With his hands resting on the gold armrest, he was resting with his eyes closed. Hearing her words, the long and narrow eyelids were lifted, and the clear green eyes hit her like this:
"Oh? Recite it again."
Liu Yu recited it fluently, and wrote it out one by one with the quill pen.
The chubby golden font is on the white paper, like twinkling golden stars.
God rolled his eyes:
"very good."
Before Liu Yu realized it, he flew up and landed in front of the steps, put one hand on top of her head, and pressed gently:
"you did it."
"Then, learn the spell."
The gorgeous vocal cavity trembles in a mysterious way.
Liu Yu listened to that sentence, repeated it, and asked:
"what is this?"
"This is my reward for you. The third is to help God deal with some boring prayers. This spell can share the prayers I heard with you."
"You still have half a day, well, now, here comes the first prayer."
As the voice of God fell, Liu Yu felt a miraculous feeling in his body, as if he had reached a resonance with the person next to him—beside his ear, a clear female voice like a lark appeared:
"My great and merciful God, believers love you crazily, and are willing to dedicate their pure bodies to you. Even if there is only one night, believers are willing to die for this night."
Liu Yu: ...
She looked at the seat of God who was close at hand:
"God, she asked to spend the night with you."
The god sat back again, his cold silver hair loose, and his gorgeous face was as calm as usual.
"There will always be such disturbing prayers. Then, as my loyal servant of God, it is your duty to help God relieve his worries."
"Call me Belia Fergus, or not at all."
"Deal with it."
God said.
"So, what should I do? Reject, or agree?"
Liu Yu quickly entered the situation, with a professional smile on his face.
Unexpectedly, when she looked up, she only saw a section of snow-white robe.
The god disappeared from the throne.