Hearing Shuke's words, Roland took a breath: "Is this the teachings of the Religion of Light?"
"What do you think?" Shuke spread his hands: "Although this statement is not in line with current values, in this feudal world and in war under such a system, women are one of the important resources. Especially beautiful women, they are even more scarce. Resources. From a war perspective, women must be packed up and taken home."
"You actually recognize such a teaching?" Roland was quite surprised: "The goddess of light is also a woman, right? She actually recognizes such a teaching?"
Shuke was leaning against the wall, with a face that was so handsome that women couldn't close their legs. There was a hint of ridicule on his face: "I have been a believer in the goddess of light for about two years. I can hear her voice from time to time. I am also a god in this world." I kind of understand.”
After hearing this, not only the other gay friends, but also the netizens in the live broadcast room subconsciously forgot to post the barrage.
Seeing Roland listening, Shuke continued: "It can be said that gods are actually imaginary beings born from the ocean of our human spirit. She was born out of the spiritual energy of the human world... similar to the collective subconscious of human beings. , and there are as many as a dozen, what kind of water gods, fire gods, and thunder gods!"
Roland nodded, he also had the same guess about God.
"Because it is a life born from the collective consciousness of mankind, they know everything that believers know. On the contrary, they do not know anything that believers do not know. The so-called omniscience and omnipotence are only based on the perspective of believers." Shuke shrugged: "So... when our entire sect believes that women are war materials, what do you think the goddess will think?"
Roland shrugged, the meaning was clear.
He suddenly remembered: "I remember one time when I sacrificed a spell to the goddess of magic, she said something similar. After becoming a god, you will lose your creativity. It seems that being a god is not a good thing. .”
"So to me, the goddess of light is just a very powerful and beautiful woman." Shuke showed a cynical smile: "Women are too lion-like. They say that men care about their faces, but in fact they care more about their faces."
Roland laughed dryly.
He is not a handsome guy and cannot understand Shuke's sorrow.
Besides, his own queen, Andonara, doesn't care about face.
There are always exceptions.
What the two of them said was nothing to me, but in the live broadcast room, it was like a tsunami.
'I was confused. What did I hear? The goddess is just a stronger and more beautiful woman? '
'Damn it, just because handsome guys are qualified to say this, it doesn't mean that ugly guys like us are too. '
'You are ugly, I am not ugly. '
'If you're not ugly, go and become a paladin. '
'It's so heartbreaking... But gods are not creative, so this is important information. '
'intelligence? If it can be used, it is called intelligence; if it is not, it is called junk information. Can you guarantee that you will meet the goddess in the future? I have calculated the amount of experience required for this game. After reaching legend, it will be a quite scary number. '
'Gods are always powerful. '
'In other words, if any of our players sincerely believe in the gods, these gods will also understand the knowledge of our world? '
'Probably not, system protection or something like that? After all, there are shielding statements. '
'possible! '
'It's terrifying to think about it carefully. If the goddess of wisdom learned to rub nuclear bombs with her hands...it makes me happy just thinking about it. '
'Then the question is, who is the goddess of wisdom? '
'It seems to be the hidden priesthood of the water god? '
'Water God? Oh, then don't worry. '
Netizens in the live broadcast room were busy discussing the information they had learned about gods.
Roland and others began to inquire for information.
Of course, because Roland had met the True Ancestor of the Blood Tribe in the soul space, he stayed in the room and did not go anywhere.
Shu Ke, Li Lin and others all went outside.
Ragnar is very happy now. The small caravan he took back this time is very generous.
He was given three silver coins in advance, and after finding a room for them, the other party gave him another five silver coins as agency 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, there were fewer copper coins that could be exchanged for silver coins. He remembered that some time ago, one silver coin could be exchanged for 105 copper coins, but now there are ten less. , but prices did not seem to decrease, which made him feel very distressed.
Using two copper coins in exchange for three pieces of fragrant white bread, he returned home happily.
Then two human children who were taller than him rushed over and hugged him happily. The little boy who was the only one hugged him and spun him around.
"Let me go, you little guy, it's so rude. I'm an elder, I can't do this." Ragna shouted with all his strength.
The little boy put him down calmly.
"Bread for you!" Ragnar put three pieces of bread on the table.
The two children each took a piece. The youngest girl looked at the last piece of white bread left on the table. She asked carefully: "Father, have you eaten it?"
"Have eaten." Ragnar took off his old linen shoes to see if there was any damage on them. He did not raise his head to look at his daughter, but continued: "Eat slowly and don't swallow. "
In fact, he didn't eat at all.
He hasn't eaten since morning, and he plans to eat some whole grain skins later... Although it cuts his throat and hurts his stomach, he can still eat enough.
Because he is a dwarf, he does not consume much energy.
Now I have a few silver coins on my hands. As long as I spend some money, it will be enough to raise the children until they are over ten years old, and then they can find jobs.
Thinking of that time, Ragnar was full of expectations.
I think I won't have to be so tired by then.
The little girl listened to him eating and continued to ask cautiously: "Then can I bring this piece to my mother?"
"No." Ragna raised his head and stared at his little daughter quite unhappily: "If you dare to give it to her, don't eat it yourself."
The little daughter suddenly didn't dare to speak, lowered her head and ate the bread silently.
After a while, both children finished eating.
Ragnar said: "Go to bed, and follow me outside tomorrow to find some work you can do."
The two little guys nodded vigorously, then obediently went to the stone bed aside and slept in their clothes.
In the underworld, there is no difference between day and night.
But people can roughly feel what time it is on the main plane based on their level of fatigue and the instincts in their ancestors' bloodline.
Then sleep at about the same time as humans on the main plane.
After the two children fell asleep, Ragna mended his shoes, then closed the door and went out.
He bought a big piece of black bread from a roadside stall, walked through several streets, turned down several alleys, and finally came to a rather dark corner.
There were many beggars there, and they were all like dead trees.
Most of the people here are old people, and a small number of women.
Ragnar walked up to a dark and thin woman and threw the black bread in front of her.
When the woman, who was almost reduced to a skeleton, saw the black bread, she immediately picked it up like a hungry dog, growling lowly to the left and right, and guarding her food.
The people and beggars around looked at the piece of black bread with greed, but no one dared to grab it.
"Eat slowly, this is my daughter's pity for you." Although Ragna is short, he is even shorter than the human woman in front of him, who is much taller than him when sitting. But at this moment, his eyes were condescending: "I'm really happy that you turned out like this."
Hahahahaha!
Ragna turned and walked away amid laughter.
As soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw a group of city guards holding a piece of parchment and asking questions when they saw anyone.
Soon a lot of people gathered around the city guard team.
He walked closer to join in the fun and found a man painted on it, who looked very much like the merchant from the small caravan he had done business with not long ago.
"My lord, did you draw this person to commit a crime?" Ragnar asked curiously.
"Of course, when you see this man, you must come and tell us, there is a big prize." The leading team leader held up the parchment paper, slowly turned in a circle, and showed the man's head on it to everyone: "This is a murderer. His attempt to assassinate our Majesty the Queen was extremely vicious and you should never attempt to pursue him alone, it is extremely dangerous."
After explaining, the team leader asked loudly: "Has anyone seen him?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Ragna twitched his eyebrows, said nothing, and did not stand up.
The team leader was a little disappointed and left with the team, preparing to ask elsewhere.
Ragnar was thoughtful, and he started to walk back, passing by a dark and uninhabited alley. It was very quiet here, and it was also a road he often walked. He had walked for more than ten years without encountering any danger.
But not long after he walked in, he saw a man standing in the front and middle, holding a hunting bow, staring at him like an eagle seeing its prey.
His cold sweat immediately broke down.
He knew this man, he was one of the guards in the caravan.
Was he just talking to the guard and was caught by this man
He turned around and wanted to run away, but he saw a black panther sitting at the entrance of the alley. He was squatting like a statue that could not move.
But Ragna knew that the black panther was a magical beast, a master-level magical beast.
A terrifying creature that can bite out its own throat with just one pounce.
"Your Excellency." Ragnar quickly turned around and knelt down to the hunter in front of him without hesitation. His head hit the ground. After a thud, he was covered in cold sweat: "Please don't kill me. I really didn't confess." What you mean is that I am also a member of the Anti-Vampire Alliance. We should be friends."
The man who stopped Ragnar was the hunter Basil.
He sneered and said, "I just heard about the alliance. Almost everyone said that the anti-vampire alliance is full of heroes who are not afraid of death. They have been fighting against the vampires for hundreds of years. You don't even look like this weakling."
"If it were me ten years ago, I would be like you said, not afraid of death." Ragna raised his head and said with a smile: "But it's different now. I have two children. If I die, what will happen in this city?" If no one will take care of them, they will starve to death. It doesn't matter if I die, nothing can happen to the child."
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Brazil was a little surprised. He contacted Roland using the guild chat system. After a while, he said, "Okay, you follow me. Our 'boss' wants to see you again."