"You must know how to be a good god, can you teach me." Miranda looked at Roland expectantly.
"I'm not a god, how can I know how to be a god of order." Roland laughed helplessly: "If you have time in the future, why don't you just go and talk to the goddess of life Elise?"
"She won't dislike me." Miranda looked very unsure.
After all, she was a girl from the countryside before.
Although she didn't know Roland or what the floating city was, at least she knew about the main gods of order such as life, light, and Hades.
She herself used to be a believer in life and had an innate sense of awe for gods.
Although he is now a god, he still cannot change his views for more than ten years. He still has exaggerated respect for the goddess of life.
"She is the one who asked me to protect you. I shouldn't refuse your request." Roland smiled.
"That's it." Miranda breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes becoming more expectant: "Then how should we meet?"
"I don't know." Roland shook his head: "At least I have never seen the light, or the two goddesses of magic leaving their own divine kingdom at will. The light also came to the main plane with a divine clone, and it was still on its own territory. The true form of Sophie, God of the Underworld, came out once, or you should ask her."
"You don't allow me to leave the kingdom of God at will. Why do you ask?"
This is indeed a dead end. Roland sighed: "Let me ask you if I have a chance."
"Great, you are such a good person." Miranda looked at Roland with gratitude: "By the way, can you teach me some knowledge? Mages are the wisest people in the main plane. Sir, can you tell me about your Perceptions of pain?”
What a painful view.
Roland looked at Miranda opposite.
This girl had just become a god not long ago and looked very innocent. Roland didn't know how she transformed the Godhead of Pain into the Godhead of Order, but he knew that it was best not to ask about it.
Probably some secret.
He looked at the girl in pain, thought for a while, and said: "Actually, I don't have much understanding of pain. But I have read a little bit of similar content."
"Yeah, please tell me." Miranda's eyes were bright.
"The sages in our clan divided pain into two categories: physical and mental. At first we thought that mental pain was greater than physical pain, but later we found that this was wrong."
Miranda's eyes widened when she heard this: "But the books I read before said that brave men and knights can use their minds to suppress pain, and even reach the point where their minds can completely control their bodies."
"But that's actually wrong." Roland said lightly: "Some people with particularly strong spirits can indeed ignore their physical pain for a short time, but that is only a short time. If the body suffers for a long time, it will eventually affect the spirit. . They will suffer from mental illness to some extent. Liches are a very typical example. They have no body, and they are essentially suffering from extreme physical pain. What do you think of the behavior of lichs? The same, long-term mental pain , it will also affect the body, such as weakness, insomnia, lack of energy, etc. If it lasts longer, it will be a more serious disease. The body will slowly get worse, and then you will suffer from some chronic diseases, such as chronic colitis. some type of."
Miranda nodded: "In other words, physical pain and mental pain are equal?"
"Yes. At least our sages among the Golden Sons think so." Roland explained: "True health is the unity of body and mind."
Oh... Miranda seemed to understand.
Roland then told her some specious reasons about the derived meaning of the word pain.
For example, 'Negative emotions can cause mental pain, but more of it is just the pain caused by failed expectations.' Therefore, contented people will be less likely to suffer mental pain, but this will bring about being willing to be mediocre and stop moving forward. Wait for something wrong. So how to handle your own expectations is very important' and so on.
To be honest, these things are all transformed from some chicken soup for the soul in the real world.
But Miranda listened with interest.
This is mainly because she has seen too little of the world, and she has too few followers now... Moreover, in this world of feudal lordship, the average academic ability of women is much lower than that of men.
The amount of knowledge about the gods comes from the believers.
The Divine Oath of the Maid of Pain is to protect only women, which means that her true followers are bound to not be too many, because a large number of her target followers overlap with female believers of light, life, death, etc.
The population of this world is limited, and Datou has been almost completely controlled by the four main gods of order. She can only attract some women who live in difficult areas or live miserable lives to believe in her.
There won’t be too many.
Miranda subconsciously knew her own limitations, so she kept asking Roland questions.
Knowledge is a luxury product in this world, and it is difficult for even gods to obtain it. It has to be acquired gradually over time.
After explaining the definition of pain and its derivative thoughts, Miranda was still not finished and began to ask some strange questions. Most Roland could answer them, unless it was too difficult to answer.
For example: Can a god’s divinity be taken out and exchanged for someone else
Roland was naturally unclear about such a question.
But this still made Miranda admire him greatly, thinking that he was indeed a knowledgeable mage.
While Roland was explaining Miranda's doubts, the players exploded.
'Because Roland's strategy progress is too fast, our title system can no longer match his speed, so now we are announcing with a delay: Roland and Andonara (NPC) killed the Evil God of Pain in the Void Star Realm and obtained the Massacre. The title of God, the specific attributes are kept secret. '
Almost all players were speechless when they saw this news.
There was an expression of 'Sure enough,' but still unable to accept it.
In fact, since Roland opened the floating city, he has become an inhuman existence in the hearts of most people.
It's not surprising to kill the god now, but what's surprising is... there are only two people.
Last time, O'Neill and others organized nearly a thousand people and more than a hundred legends to kill the gods, but they were unsuccessful.
Besides, it was only the clone of the Elf Goddess that was killed.
In terms of the quality of killing targets, it is far inferior to killing evil gods in the void star realm.
The strength of the former is less than one-tenth of the original body, while the evil god of the latter is considered to be in its prime in the Void Star Realm.
Then there is the difference in numbers, more than a thousand people vs. two people.
This is no longer the difference between humans and dogs.
This is the difference between humans and roundworms.
At least that's how many players see it.
'Suddenly, the game didn't feel interesting anymore. People compete for a breath, and Buddhas compete for a stick of incense. There is such a huge gap between first and second place, how can we play? '
'I live as a party, it doesn't matter. There are even some people who admire him. It feels really good for a person without krypton money to press a group of rich second-generation tycoons to the ground and rub them against each other. '
'Honestly, it's not surprising that Roland can kill the evil god, but the progress is faster than the official strategy plan, which is outrageous. Is he the illegitimate son of the game designer? Know what the game is about in advance. '
'I'm curious, what's going on with the Cornucopia Guild, which was said to have a fight with Roland? After hearing this system news, do you still have the confidence to fight Roland? '
'I haven't heard anything from them recently. '
'The guild is gone, collapsed. '
'what happened? '
Then some informed players opened another post to popularize the information.
Three months ago, after Cornucopia Guild Master Charles clamored for Roland to look good and would not stop until death, they were indeed taking action.
But within two days, Roland's suppression came out.
First, the Holevin royal family interrupted its cooperation with the Cornucopia Guild and gave detailed evidence of Cornucopia's tax evasion.
He also announced that if Charles did not pay the taxes, he would be wanted.
As a last resort, Charles had no choice but to pay taxes. He did indeed evade taxes, and he thought he was doing it unknowingly.
Thought this world had a low tax inspection system but didn't come out.
But the problem is... the royal family also employs many players as staff, and many of them know how to check taxes.
After that, the people from the Cornucopia Guild were pursued by the Assassin's Guild.
All high-level officials were assassinated. Not only people were killed, but their heads were cut off and sent to who knows where.
The average level of high-level officials dropped sharply by five or six levels.
After that, all the taverns in Hollevin began to spread rumors about the Cornucopia Guild, all of which were negative.
What about tax evasion, using despicable means to conduct business transactions, passing off inferior goods as good ones, or using contracts to calculate against opponents, frame up business, etc.
There are fewer and fewer businessmen willing to cooperate with Cornucopia.
Under the triple blow, the hearts of the people in the cornucopia dispersed. Even if Charles offered huge salaries and profits, a large number of people still left.
From the beginning of the crackdown to the dissolution of the guild, it did not last more than three months.
And Charles has already lost his account. He is at level zero anyway, and his head is still being weighed. It is better to just change his account and start over.
'No wonder prices have stabilized recently. '
'Let me just say, monopoly capitalists are really not good people. If the market goes down, it will be normal. '
In fact, not to mention the players, even the merchants in the entire country of Huolaiwen felt that the mountain above their heads had been removed.
NPC merchants have long complained about Cornucopia, but because Cornucopia is the chamber of commerce of the 'Golden Sons', no one dares to offend it.
Facts now prove that those who dare to offend the Golden Sons will not end well.
There are no more vampires, and most of the bandits who robbed Hollevan are dead.
The gangsters in the city are being chopped off one after another like leeks.
Anyway, wherever the Son of Gold goes, security is at least greatly improved.
More importantly, for some reason, these golden sons are particularly nice to the untouchables. They pester them every day and ask: Is anyone bullying you? If so, just tell them and we will help you vent your anger.
Today's wealthy businessmen and nobles, after eight years of severe beatings, have learned how to behave themselves.
Even the treatment of slaves is much better.
You can't do it without picking up your butt. The legendary number of Golden Sons has exceeded one hundred. A large number of master-level experts are walking around, making them noisier than dogs.
When the Holevin Kingdom was considered the player's back garden, a strange team traveled through the mountains and woods, and then arrived at the outskirts of the Wetland City.
After a short rest, they took off their disguises and arrived at the gate of Wetland City openly.
Wetland City is now the most important commercial hub of Hoolewen.
The daily throughput of people trucks is astonishing, with merchants and travelers queuing in and out of the city 24 hours a day.
When these people appeared at the city gate, the merchants who were queuing up had a brief moment of excitement, and finally they stepped aside in a tacit understanding and let the passage out.
The guards responsible for guarding the city nervously arranged into two formations of spearmen, blocking the door.
Outside the city gate is a field of fully armed elves.
All of them had cold faces, filled with angry anger.
The squad leader wearing standard army armor stood in front of the door. He was generous and generous, but said in a light tone: "Elves? You guys look bad at this person. What's the matter?"
"I am Ans." The leading young elf bowed slightly: "One of the current members of the Elf Council of Elders, representing the will of Mother Tree, has come to negotiate with the city lord of Wetland City!"
"Mother tree?" This team leader is a player. Nowadays, many players don't want to take risks. They serve in the army and receive a good salary: "You are talking about the world tree?"
"Yes." Ans said coldly: "A few months ago, some members of your Golden Sons invaded our clan and brutally killed a large number of civilians. They even assassinated our queen. This has already happened. This is a shame for our elves, and we need an explanation now."
"Your queen must have sacrificed herself to death." The player chuckled.
"Were you also involved in the invasion?" Ans's expression became extremely cold, and the right hand holding the ivy staff was obviously turning white from exerting too much force.
"That's not the case, my strength is too poor and I am not qualified to play." The player smiled and said: "But I have seen the video... It is the past magical image that you elves talk about, and I know the general situation of that battle. "
Ans's expression improved a little, and he said, "Then please notify the city lord of this city and ask him to come out to greet us!"
"Welcome?" The player smiled and shook his head: "I will report your matter to the city lord, please wait a moment."
Then the player turned around and rode away at a very fast speed... He was a lancer.
Ans led a thousand elves to block the door and waited quietly.
There were more and more carriages and travelers blocking the business roads.
At this time, another player wearing standard armor stood up and said: "I am the deputy captain of the city guard brigade. Dear elf messenger friends, can you give way to your team? We need to clear the traffic."
Ans squinted at the other person for a while, and then asked unhappily: "Do you think these civilians or businessmen are more important than a thousand elves? More important than a thousand angry Avengers?"
"Yes. They are more important than you." The vice-captain smiled happily.
Not to mention Ans, all the elves who could hear their transaction now looked extremely angry.
Many elves took out their bows and waited for Ans's order.
But at this moment, a transparent figure suddenly appeared next to Ans.
The purple-haired woman with a sacred temperament looked at the deputy captain and said coldly: "The Son of Gold is indeed as arrogant as the rumors say. Let me tell you, City Lord, I'm here. If I don't see him within ten minutes, the elves will Start an all-out war with Hollevan and the Sons of Gold."