Chapter 529 The battle between children and children

Niya puts on the metal nameplate and drags it back into the baggage again.

In a short silence, Tyres thought about the story on Ansett's nameplate—or, by Megan, the story told through the nameplate.

The old ritual took his gaze back from the setting sun outside the window and waited quietly for him. It seemed that there was such a silence.

"Faith and magic, the same source, the sacred battle, the rise of mankind?"

Tyres chanted this story, and the flash in his head was the first time he met with Ahidah.

[The Master explores the truth of the world, using all kinds of ingenious methods and wisdom, using the resources and energy of the world to serve the better world. 】

Megan glanced at him, and this slowly spoke openly:

"But this is just the beginning."

There is a hint of pity in the tone of the old ritual:

"The foreign enemies are going, and the differences are set off."

"The attitude towards the gods and beliefs eventually led the two young children to part ways and gradually drift away."

The young and the second son, so this is their explanation.

It’s hard for them to make a statement like this between Abel and Cain.

Tyres secretly sighed.

"The eldest son of God is on the young child of God, faithful, rebellious..."

If you don't know...

"I thought it was the Atanis locust group." The prince silently spit.

Megan with a very soft ear frowned:

"Attanis? Who?"

Taylors looked up and smiled innocently and sincerely:

"Nothing, just a joke in the Northland..."

Megan licked his mouth and his lips were sharp.

The old sacrifice soon returned to the state of the lecture:

"So, for thousands of years, under the eyes of God and the practice of man, the eldest son and the youngest son, the faith and the magic, the church and the mage, both fight endlessly, and slash back and forth in different roads and beliefs."

"Wait?"

Tyres squinted at the right time:

"So according to yours, the differences between faith and magic - because believers believe in God, the Masters do not believe in God?"

“Can I understand this? Believers believe in the gods in unknowable things, and the mages only believe in themselves?”

Megan didn't answer immediately. She looked at Tells quietly, and her eyes were slightly sloppy.

She remembered that two days ago, when she came to the temple of God, the visit was full of expectations and she was trying to find a book to prepare for the lesson (Megan had no intention of glanced at it, it was the church classic hymn "Lighting Miles" of the thousand and twenty-four lines) Deputy Bishop of Tilianides, and brought the greetings to the Li Xia Lord's Sacrifice, by the way...

Inform him that the responsibility for teaching Prince Teres and the Duke of Star Lake will be replaced by himself.

She still remembers the incredible shock and repression of the deputy bishop.

It is true that as one of the fifteen deputy bishops in the territory of the stars, Stiliides is young and promising, and has a good future. He has presided over the sermons and the children of the monarchs for countless nobles, and did not want to let go of the future king of stars. Read out the setting sun, broadcast the grace of God, and honor the opportunity of the Holy Spirit.

Just like the Archbishop of Longdong to Tomon II, like the Archbishop of Clement, to Judith III.

Just for the blessings of the setting sun, the lucky ones who bathe God's grace.

They always take it for granted.

So forgotten, the gift comes from where.

Even more forgotten, for the believers of God, the test and the obstacles are everywhere.

Stars are lingering.

Only after the sunset.

“This is the most common and dangerous misunderstanding in history.”

Megan smiled slightly and bowed slightly to the prince, gentle and courteous:

"Especially for those who have not yet had the opportunity to understand, just in the hearsay, resolutely, who hate the faith."

Taylors raised his brow.

He had a helpless look and wanted to have a tacit understanding with Gilbert.

But the Count of Caso was quiet, just looking at Megan quietly.

"The Master does not believe in God?"

"No, too."

Megan’s expression was cold.

Her next sentence made Taylors wonder:

"They certainly believe."

"Trust God, believe in faith."

Megan's tone is still stable, but the content is powerful:

"Even if they denied it many times."

what?

Thales blinked: "I don't..."

"Just the God they believe," Megan did not ask him to ask for an exit. The female sacrifice at this moment is gloomy and dignified:

"It is an invisible and innocent, no name, no reason, no quality, no power, but in their eyes, it is better than everything."

She whispered:

"They call it 曰 - magic."

Tyres frowned.

Megan gathered his hands and his posture was correct, but he was forced to:

"But they occasionally use their excuses to ask for knowledge. They are famous, rational, pretending to be truthful, pretending to pursue progress, arguing, self-sublimation, and paying homage to the highest: the highest."

After telling a series of words that made Tyres think thoughtfully, she was expressionless:

"Is it familiar?"

Taylors hasn't had time to ponder this sentence, and the Megan sacrifice is bright:

"But no matter how they are tongues, they can't hide the indisputable facts."

In the next second, her words are absolutely certain:

"Because the magic itself is their god, their faith, their supreme principle, and their ‘church’, the ‘recognition’.”

Taylor can feel the power in the other word:

"In a way, it is in their hearts, and there is no difference between our God and our hearts."

"This strange ‘神神’ has the hegemony and cruelty, indifference and ruthlessness in its hands, far more than any existence that has been worshipped in the past and present.”

Megan’s tone is getting cold:

"The law is strict, the hegemony is high, and the suspects are difficult to ask.

Tyres wondered:

"What do you mean by saying that they worship the magical ideas and principles themselves as gods?"

Megan just snorted and did not answer directly:

"As for those who have been infected with brainwashing, thousands of believers - whether they are masters, whether they are qualified to make magic - are even worse."

"They regard themselves as orthodox, and those who slanders are falsified, and they are even more enthusiastic than all believers of the devil. They are hypocritical and do not know."

Extremely fanatical, hypocritical, and do not know...

Tyres silently worried.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a long time ago, when he was still on the way from the black sand collar to Longyan City, the future was unpredictable, when he was uneasy.

At that time, the strange doctor Ramon, who was interested in magic, explained this to him:

[Magic is a meaning, an attitude, a belief, a principle of life! 】

Taylors still remembers Ramon's expression at that moment, and his almost insane tone.

[This is the Master! This is magic! In the history of the rise of mankind, the most important, most beautiful and precious chapters that have been forgotten by all! 】

The sacrifices gradually brought the meaning of the blasphemy:

"They are obviously pagans, but they claim to be unbelievers. They clearly have positions, but they are false neutrals. They clearly have countless prejudices, but they pretend to be objective."

"They clearly understand that they are both incompetent and powerless, but they must think that they are superhuman beings. When they play the world and enjoy the kind of respect, they are also complacent and self-satisfied: this is the noble, the pursuit of truth, the attitude of magic research. ""

Meigen’s face was tight and obviously discomfort, but he insisted on saying it:

"So yes, Masters, they not only believe in their own gods, but also the worst and most fanatical believers. They don't have to pray for remorse, they don't need to baptize, they don't need to do sacraments, they can get from their gods. Get the power, the energy is full of self-improvement of the servant and the **** slave."

The old ritual gently coughed, and Niya quickly handed her a teacup, and then helped her gently lick her back.

The servant and the **** slave who are full of energy to their own climax...

After listening to a long string, Tyres took a deep breath and tried to get rid of the automatic blue-faced man in his head.

"Wow - wow."

Aichda.

It seems...

While a little surprised, Tyres could not help but think of some gloating:

You have met your opponent.

"So, you have to tell me that magic is wrong as a belief. Master is bad as a believer. There are countless evils?"

After the rest of Megan, Taylors took care of his thoughts and tried to lead the topic to the place of curiosity:

"And that's why we want to boycott and ban magic?"

But to his surprise, after being asked this question, it seems to be very pious and disgusting with the Meghan sacrifice of the demon law, but paused, seems to be thinking, slightly confused and hesitant.

She took a deep look at the sunset outside the window:

"I do not know."

Tyres is a bit embarrassed:

"What do you mean?"

Megan regained his gaze and shook his head.

"As a believer in my God, tolerance and rigor are our commandments."

"So we can't be so arbitrary, just because we see the consequences are not harmonious, we will first judge, saying that magic itself is wrong."

When he heard the other person's answer, Taylors was surprised by the small snack.

I saw the old sacrifices rubbing my arms and thinking, while being cautious:

"We can only say at best that countless mages in history, countless people who use magic and admire magic, have done a lot of wrong things."

Megan’s thoughts seemed to be accessible, and she nodded immediately:

"But if so many people who believe in magic as creeds have done something wrong..."

The old sacrifice slowly sighs:

"Who can say that the supreme magic itself, it must be pure and innocent, outside of it?"

"So, I don't know the answer."

"Not to mislead your answer."

Tyres was stunned by this series of judges who first chased and slammed and then let go:

"You have confused me."

Megan turned his head and smiled apologetically at Tyres.

"But I can find another angle."

The sacrifice restored the gentle words of the talent:

"As I said at the beginning, this is a study about people."

"When I believe in my god, what matters is not that I believe that God has great omnipotence - although she is indeed - but after I believe in God, can I become better, be myself, and things Is it more beneficial?"

Megan looked at him with a smile:

"Tells, I think, God does not want us to worship them, blindly superstitious."

"It is for us to be tolerant and mournful, to look at each other and to reflect on ourselves."

Don't be blindly superstitious...

Tyres’s expression is weird: Is this actually spoken from a believer?

Megan thought a little, a little emotional:

"I think we believe in the gods to make ourselves better."

“Not to make the gods become higher – that is not, nor should it be our duty.”

"As long as we don't misunderstand God, it won't mislead us."

Megan took a deep breath:

"So come back to our question, magic is good or bad..."

"The gods are the second son, believe in magic, and share the same source, and the young and the young."

Megan looked up, but the meaning in his eyes was firm:

"As the eldest son of God, when we believe in God, what we should believe is the humility and introspection, sincerity and purity that we can obtain when we are in front of God. This is the key to faith."

"As for the young sons of God, in history, the most easily blinded by them is precisely the greed and desire that they gave birth after they abandoned their self-reliance. They are not guilty and self-satisfied - this is the sorrow of magic."

Humility and introspection in front of God.

Abandon the greed and desire of God's self-reliance.

Taylors sat unconsciously in the body.

strange.

This sounds like... well known.

He once again realized that if he only asked this side to think and answer, and sometimes hesitated when he paused, as a fanatic who only had "God is great" in his mind, he was wrong.

Gilbert has not interrupted her for a long time.

"Whenever a young child is in the way, when people are questioned about the gods and beliefs and exaggerate their power and status, what they end up with is the arrogance and ignorance of the mortal."

Tyres brows a pick: Is this still a humanistic religion?

"So, what you want to say is," the prince tried to keep up with the words that had been immersed in the religious language for a long time. "There is nothing wrong with magic, but the person who believes in magic may go to the 'sorrow of magic'? Going to the fall? Planting the consequences?"

Megan smiled.

"More than magic, my child, not just magic."

The expression on her face became much more kind.

"Every time, everyone will have their own beliefs, their own gods: the king's right to believe, the business believers, the artist's faith, the aristocratic letter status, the scholars believe in knowledge... too much, not magic only item."

The king believes in power.

Tyre nerves are tight.

"But whatever you believe in, the beliefs in your heart that are not wrong, can be tarnished and unconsciously replaced."

"It may be awe from the great achievements of the gods, from the small understanding of ourselves, from the need to maintain humility, from the beauty that countless original beliefs can bring, to another kind of thing."

Megan dignified:

"So, no, it’s not that magic brings the way of the young, but the way the younger one erodes the magic."

Taylors is indulging:

"such as?"

Megan was silent for a while, began to think, the expression changed, when there was emotion, when there was grief:

"For example, every time, when people's eyes greedy for greed are already blazing, far beyond what they deserve in this world, when this kind of greed is enough for them to ignore the pain and the cost, ignore life and happiness, and slash their hands. , tearing your soul inward, frantically pursuing the ultimate and perfect self..."

The ultimate and perfect self...

The nerves of Tyres are touched by what.

In reality, Megan’s words continue:

"Every time, when the world no longer has awe, no longer glory in faith, no longer recognize the limits, no longer believe that this world has inaccessible things, unknowable things, can not be violated the law..."

Taylors suddenly remembered the night when fate changed, Eichda and his first encounter in the chess room:

[...based on the sky, beyond the gods, overlooking the beings! 】

The words of the female sacrifice began to mix with the sounds in his mind, but it was clear:

"Every time, when the world no longer humbly faces up to its own weakness and ignorance, it uses it as an excuse to justify its greed..."

Tyres’s eyes flashed through the bones of the bones, flashing through the entrance to the deep black prison, the strange emblem that looked like a deep eye, and the line underneath it:

[To... all know. 】

Megan's sigh slowly came:

"Every time, when the world pursues power and omnipotence unscrupulously, it is the only beautiful and correct choice."

Taylors frowned and his eager words from Ramon appeared in his memories:

[Magic is the sum of all knowledge, discovery, and truth, the progress of magic... Human beings can become more perfect, greater, more progressive, and more... close to the truth! 】

Megan’s lament brings Taylor back to reality:

"Every time, when the world believes in something, at any cost, it reaches extremes..."

"Then we will know that the way of the younger son is going, the world is far from falling and self-sufficient, not far away."

Megan was silent for a while, picking up the teacup that was refilled by Niya.

Tyres quietly rubbed the scar of his left hand and said nothing.

After a while, Megan who finished the water slowly said:

"Two thousand years ago, the unification of the gods of the highest gods created the boundless glory of the ancient empire."

"A thousand years ago, the strong rise of the faith of the Holy Day witnessed the resumption of ZTE in the final empire."

Speaking of this, the eyes of the sacrifice inevitably flashed the yearning and awe.

But she immediately said:

"But when the utilitarian creed of magic overshadowed the noble insistence of faith, the Mingshen Catholic self-destruction, it predicted the decline and division of the ancient empire."

"And the wizards are crazy and have no bottom line to pursue the pursuit, which brings the greatest crisis since ancient times. Until the end of the battle, they ate their own consequences and ruined themselves, and they rang the final empire."

Having said that, Megan looked up and looked straight at Tyres, his eyes were harsh:

"And you, child, you have already seen the power, horror, cruelty, and madness of those monsters."

The distant Gilbert wants to stop.

Tyres took a deep breath and only thought that his thoughts were mixed:

"Disaster?"

Megan observed him and nodded slowly:

"A disaster."

"And that's just one of their evils - even though it's the worst."

Although countless times in the hints of Ramon, Ashidad, and classic books, when the authoritative church of this world told him so loudly, Thales found that he still could not get used to it.

The young Duke remembered the dragon's blood for a night, and the **** smell that once faded seemed to return to the nose.

Let him nausea.

"Remember, this is the ‘the way of the youngest,’ from arrogance, countless, and finally remorse. It is the devil's favorite, the evil darling, the cradle of disaster, the unfortunate starting point.”

Megan suddenly tightened his tone:

"And Tyres, you have to be more vigilant."

The prince was slightly surprised.

I?

I saw Megan seriously:

"Because of the way of the younger child, it is innumerable in its incarnation. It will change its name and change its form in various ways. It will appear in various eras, and it will be lingering like a shadow: the powers of the world will survive, and the profit-seekers will prosper." The desirer sings freedom, the seeker excuses dignity, and the seeker appeals to curiosity..."

"A leaf blind person, self-destruction, is not only a magic case."

Megan got a bit.

Tyres took a deep breath and tried to clarify the feeling of chaos and seize the logic:

"but……"

"As such, Ms. Sacrifice, is your faith, your god, not a victim of the way of the younger?"

Megan's expression changed slightly.

Taylors observed the reaction of the other party:

"For example, when the world believes in the goddess of the setting sun, so that the blind faith is fanatical, at any cost to suppress dissidents, resort to extremes or the other?"

"Even, what is your current statement, such a ruthless answer, falls into the shackles of the ‘Young Son’s?’

The old sacrifice is silent.

But beyond his expectations, the first thought that the other side should be evasive and eloquent, and only to see Megan's look a little.

"of course."

Niya around the ceremonies listened very seriously. Taylors had no doubts. If she was given a pen, she would be able to start taking notes, be thorough and thoughtful, and perhaps with key content.

Megan sighed softly:

"Although I don't want to mention it, but yes, you are right."

Tyres frowned.

"In the years when our ancestors fought with magic and wizards and the way of the younger..."

"Promoting the martial art of the sacred gods, has recruited the temple to protect the army, and to punish the heresy;"

"The generous and selfless Church of the Holy Day has also set up a referee and is convinced."

Megan is dignified and alert:

"Frenzy believes that there is no bottom line, and that disregarding only on the position, curbing the remnant, only I am the only one, and the means of resorting to it are even more sinister, and there is no need to use it..."

"It is unhelpful to preach, it is futile, more enemies are countless, notorious, and finally lose yourself and sin."

Megan solemnly looked up, as if it was not on the shoulders of her robes, but a heavy history:

"That is the most ugly and unbearable page in the history of faith and church."

Tyres frowned at her.

"Too much respect for something, to unfold their high status indefinitely, to abandon the awe and the bottom line, to despise other roads and choices, to ignore the will and meaning of the other, this is precisely the scourge of the young child."

"Historically, believers who should have been the eldest sons of God, my brothers and sisters, many people have gradually lost their hearts, forgot their vocation, and finally sorrowfully embarked on the same path - self-satisfaction, arrogance, ignorance Not knowing."

Megan sighed softly, showing regret and lament:

"They didn't pass the test and embarked on the road they should have tried to refuse."

Having said that, Megan started to pray again, and Niya, who was scared to hear it, was also busy with prayers:

“The gods are perfect, perfect and even tolerant and imperfect – like its followers.”

"The gods can be infinite," the sacrifice continues:

"But it does not mean that people who believe in it, but also have unlimited power, no authority, act on behalf of the sky, speak for God."

Megan’s voice echoed indoors and made people think deeply:

"So when we reflect on the scourge of magic, we must be careful, reflect, reflect, and ask - we can't take it for our most vigilant opponents, and we will fall."

"Only glorious self can only glorify God."

“Being too superstitious to God, it is easy to lose yourself.”

Megan finished the prayer and stopped talking.

As if it had come to an end, the room was silent for a long time.

Tyres tried to pull his emotions out of the previous heavy weight and thought about some easy things.

interesting.

He tilted his mouth.

Therefore, according to the statement that the Megan sacrifice has just arrived, you can not but believe in God, but you can't believe in God too much.

If you don't believe in God, your world will "lonely lack a part."

You can believe in God too, and there is a "young child's way" waiting for you.

So, what is God, proud?

There is another chapter, still changing, around 12 o'clock in the evening, it should be able to change it.

(End of this chapter)