Chapter 530 Private Space

"Being too superstitious to God, but also sin, this statement..."

Tyres took a deep breath and asked the ridiculous jokes:

"Megan sacrifice, does your goddess agree?"

However, Megan smiled, and his tone was easy:

"A good teacher will not like a student who respects him first, only who is his life, who borrows his power, and expects his rescue to be unconscious and progressless."

Megan glanced at Gilbert without hesitation.

The already numb Gilbert is even too lazy to change his expression.

Megan has a strong focus:

"Those who believe in God should be more humble. This kind of humility also covers how you should look at God and faith."

Tyres is a thoughtful move.

really weird.

The familiar feeling before... is coming again.

"So, magic, and the Master."

Tyres tried to recall his intentions and tried to bring the topic back to his interests:

"What are these things that have disappeared in history for a long time, in your eyes, what is the status?"

“The victim? The perpetrator? The shackles of the younger son, or the soil and the cradle?”

"What dominates the ban on magic and rumors?"

Megan thought for a moment.

"Historically, in the view of some traditional conservative monk brothers, magic is the culprit, and it is the sin of the sin."

Tyres nodded "not sure enough."

But Megan turned his head and smiled:

"But it seems to me that maybe not."

Taylors is another curious.

“Although disrespectful to our gods, although arrogance and arrogance bring evil consequences, many mages, even the unfortunate practitioners of the younger sons, are not respectable warriors and pioneers, their existence, Significance."

Megan nodded slowly and smiled:

"They are self-confident and self-sufficient, and they are not only affecting themselves."

"I believe that the reason why magic appears will also be God's intentions and gifts."

Taylors stunned.

He blinked upwards and blew his own hair.

On the one side, Nia almost laughed, but the clever little nun turned it into a cough in time.

"More importantly, they also influenced us - the eldest son of God."

Megan didn't care about the prince's expression. She looked around the main study room of the 闵迪思厅 and lamented:

"Oh, the name of our class: theology class."

"But do you know?"

"A long time ago, the church - no matter which church - there was no so-called theology. In the eyes of many brothers and sisters at that time, God is omnipotent, and practice is, how to learn?"

theology.

Taylors suddenly realized what.

"Until the Master's gain, the era of magic, the three towers - counted as several organizations in the Master" - began to threaten our existence: Why does God believe in God? Why does God think of God? Why does God exist?"

Megan’s words are calm.

But Taylors took a deep breath.

Three towers.

really.

Megan is interested in authenticity:

"Their doubts and rebuttals force us not to look at practice and action in a narrow way, but to seek faith and spirit, and to deepen the scope of theory and inquiry and self-improvement."

Tyres smiled and nodded to Megan.

He understood it.

The familiar feeling just... is no coincidence.

Humility, reflection, vigilance...

That is exactly what Eichda was familiar with when he lectured.

At the same time, in the conversation that Megan said today, the concepts and views of the Temple of the Sunshine are displayed...

That is by no means the result of a certain religion, a church, and some believers who have closed their doors for thousands of years.

It is the result of thousands of years of long-term confrontation with the wizards, the persecution and urging of magic, the results and products of countless talented people.

Tyres bites his lower lip.

As the old crow said, just like Exeter and the stars interacted with each other in the long-term confrontation.

magic.

For thousands of years, they have also been one of the heroes in the struggle and opposition to shape the faith, the church and the temple into the status quo.

But this is not only the case.

Just listen to Megan and continue:

"This is just an example - because the way of the young is not only born in magic, but also in the church, so every time the magic and the wizard's prosperity, the belief and the decline of the temple, can promote the people of insight in the church. We began to reflect."

"Promoting them to let go of prejudice and perseverance, let go of old-fashioned and formal, and truly listen to God in a sincere manner."

Megan sacrifices straight to look at Taylors:

"reflecting self"

"Reform the church."

"Seize the opportunity."

Megan is very profound and profound:

"Just like the sacred priest of the thousand years ago, after being violently ravaged by the army, before the suicide in the dilapidated church, I saw the mysterious message of the Holy Day of Errol, letting her risk of killing her head and stopping Kaiser. The sixth mount - the later 'poison emperor' - the mount."

"Just like the prophet seven hundred years ago, Brother St. Mohasa, when he was dying in the battlefield after the ravages of the disaster, he heard the grace of the goddess of the setting sun, extended the helping hand, and found the revival king who was destined."

When I heard this, Tyres noticed that the face of Gilbert, who was listening, began to look bad again.

"then……"

"Even if magic is popular, the Master holds the court, monopolizes knowledge, and despise the rest, even in the years when the youngest son is the most respected, strong and overbearing..."

Megan’s expression was quite moving:

"God's followers are still sticking to their faith, sweeping away the dilapidated churches and shrines, and only making a choice for the self-confident and impulsive human beings."

"Therefore, there is a holy church after the Mingshen religion, and there is a temple of the sun behind the battle of the end."

Without paying attention to the expression of the old sacrifice, the eyes of Taylors were transferred to the nun's body.

The prince raised his lips and released a bright smile on her.

The little nun noticed the prince's smile.

She trembled a little, subconsciously turned to avoid, revealing red ears.

But this is enough.

Taylor's gaze crossed Niya and fell on the luggage on the ground that she had revealed after turning around.

That is the tomb of the king of Ansett... an ancient metal nameplate.

Thales curled up his mouth and ignored the fact that it made Niya more flustered.

For thousands of years, after the CSI plan, there will always be traces of magic and mage, not just the secrets of the kingdom.

Also includes their biggest opponents.

"So Tyres, what is magic?"

Tyres was ecstasy and didn't care.

Fortunately, the kindly Megan did not ask him to answer:

"Magic is a mirror. The disaster brought by the way of the younger child makes us realize its absurdity and the astray we may have, forcing us to face our weaknesses and discover a better self, so as to return to the eldest son. Tao - As I said, the two are young and young, dependent on each other, and mutual recognition."

Yes.

As Megan said.

Magic is like a mirror.

Similarly, faith and the church are also mirrors of magic.

Reflecting, showing, and retaining the imprint of their millennial old rivals.

Is not it?

Thinking of this, Tyres looked at the luggage behind Niya, looked at the outline of the ancient nameplate, and smiled more sincerely.

Niya evaded the unscrupulous gaze of the prince, leaned down stiffly, shivered and took the teapot, and went to Tim Megan’s cup of tea that was already full.

Megan’s words re-emerged:

"Even... the sorrow of magic is the trial of the path we must pass. It is the bitter fruit of nature when we sink into our own sins for a long time without knowing ourselves."

"It is the anger and punishment that the gods have given us to abandon the true meaning of faith, misinterpret the meaning of the gods, ignore their own glory, and fall into the trap of the younger son."

"This is what it means to us, maybe to the world."

Speaking of this, Megan could not help but sigh:

"The road to faith is not smooth, everyone will suffer setbacks, and every era has been bleak, but we believe that every setback is only a test of God. In order to strengthen our faith and loyalty, they are fighting for the struggle between children and children. Show us the way humans should go."

"For the believers of God, the faith is always at risk, the doubts are always there, and the struggle between the young and the old is always there."

She looked at the setting sun outside the window and was grateful:

"But as long as the fire of the eldest son does not go out one day..."

"The disaster of the young child will end."

The room is back to silence.

The sky outside the window is gradually darkening: the evening is near,

"Meggen sacrifice, have to say."

Tyres suddenly spoke, with half of his sincerity and half of his deliberation:

"What you are talking about today is really thought-provoking and has a long aftertaste."

Megan smiled and bowed politely to Thales:

"If you can inspire you one and a half, it is my luck, but also the gift of the goddess."

Tyres nodded gratefully:

"So, if I have doubts in my heart, I can easily go to the Temple of the Sun, and ask for your advice?"

Oh!

The people in the room were all shocked.

It is Niya.

I saw that she did not know when to break the cup, and rushed to pick up the ground, the ear of the veil was red to the extreme.

The people present were not well-conceived. The three of them only glanced at each other and turned their eyes to see if they were innocent.

"It is a great honour, His Royal Highness, the goddess of the setting sun to accept every believer who wants to approach her."

Megan looks good:

"Welcome to visit me at any time, even without an invitation in advance, I will let Niya go to meet."

"what!"

The three turned their eyes again.

When Niya smashed her fingers on the carpet, she broke her finger and saw her licking the wound. She looked up and looked at Megan with grief and tears.

Megan stared at the little nun with disappointment, and the latter quickly stood up nervously.

"So..."

The old sacrifice coughed and stood up and restored the state of harmony:

"Let's stop here today."

Taylors also stood up and smiled as if:

"So fast?"

Great.

Megan smiled and pointed to the sky:

"The sunset has passed and the night will come."

Her tone is a bit deep:

"However, the stars are empty, indicating a thousand."

"I don't think."

Thales blinks:

"Is this a prophecy?"

What kind of flattering?

"No one can make a prophecy except the prophets and messengers of God," Megan smiled lightly:

"But even if it is a prophecy, it is just a prophecy."

Tyres did not understand the logic of this god, and simply continued to smile.

"Under the circumstances, Ms. Ginny has passed me and will give you more time to rest."

This is what makes Taylor a little move:

“Do you know Ms. Ginny?”

“I know a lot of people,” Megan said with emotion. “I have seen a lot of things.”

"However, what God knows, what I have seen, will only be more."

"However, they are just silent, blessing the soul."

Taylors can only politely smile again.

God will... bless the souls?

The teenager pinched the scar in the left palm.

The scar that was cut many times and was difficult to remove because of the use of magic energy.

Ok.

If there is really God.

Taylors thought without hesitation.

Then it certainly doesn't know me.

After seeing Megan and Niya go, Gilbert slowly walked up.

He looked at the broken cup on the ground and sighed slowly.

"It seems that the respected Meghan sacrifice is really a big harvest today."

Gilbert used words to be polite and graceful.

Just listen to some...

Sour?

Tyres smiled slightly:

"You guess, if I said that I would go to the temple to visit them often, would she skip class in advance?"

Taylors raised an eyebrow.

"so……"

Gilbert looked at Taylors intriguingly: "Have you understood the lessons of her class?"

Tyres shrugged, raised his right hand, and rubbed the gap between the thumb and forefinger:

"a little bit."

Gilbert shines.

"That's good."

Gilbert’s heart will nod and the nourishment in the tone is finally a little less.

The Foreign Minister squinted out of the door:

"I am not with you, Your Highness."

He is squatting over there, not watching Taylors:

"I have to catch up and have a less pleasant conversation with Megan."

Gilbert looked badly and chased the guest away.

Taylors smiled.

He sat down again and thought about the harvest of today's class.

"Amount, Your Highness?"

"What have you done to the little nun?"

Taylors raised his gaze and found that Doyle, instead of the daily servants, came in and helped him to illuminate the lights after the night.

(The watchman of the blink of an eye, Marlous, after the incident: "So you said, because the servant did not come, you were forced to go in and help the temple to light up... and the servant did not come because you sent them to light up - —DD, don't you think, is there anything wrong with your explanation?”)

Doyle is puzzled:

"I just noticed... she kept looking back at you as she walked, a look of fear..."

Tyres frowned:

"I didn't do anything?"

Doyle lights up a light, thoughtfully, the expression changes:

"okay then."

"But that scary old lady..."

Taylors looked up again.

As the lights illuminate, I saw Doyle mutter:

"I am close... I can't help but listen to one ear. You know, the eldest son and the younger son are dependent on each other... She spoke quite reasonably, isn't she?"

Taylor stretched his arm and tilted his mouth:

“Is it reasonable?”

Seeing the interest of the Duke, Doyle quickly turned around and talked:

"Yeah... She is very tolerant of the attitude of the Raschzi magic. It is not hostile or discriminatory. It is very gentle. It is much better than the old monk who was invited by my family. He will only swear by the ancient masters. It is a believer of the devil, summoning the scourge to destroy the world, and so on...

Tyres thought about it and immediately snorted:

"In addition to the tone, I can't see which part of her position is mild."

Doyle:

"what?"

"But she did not completely negate the magic, but also reflected on the church's own mistakes, saying that magic and the Master are the driving force for their progress..."

Listening to D.D, the expression of Thales changed.

A few seconds later, after Doyle’s voice slowly weakened, Taylors reopened.

"Sure enough, Gilbert is right."

Tyres sighed:

"The grammar class is really important."

Doyle smiled a bit:

"what?"

Tyres leaned back on the chair and looked at Doyle, who was ignorant in front of him.

"According to Megan's sacrifice, this is no longer a question of whether the magic is good or bad..."

Tells said, but he showed a thoughtful expression:

"If the church and the faith are corrupted, it must be that they have gone astray and fell into the path of the younger."

He is addicted:

"Similarly, if magic is beneficial, it must be a person who uses magic, find the right path, and follow the path of the eldest son."

Doyle turned his eyes.

"mild?"

Tyres repeated it, intriguingly:

"In fact, I can't find a tougher attitude than this."

Doyle first tried to understand it, and then squeezed out a stunned expression of "Oh is so".

“Yes, Megan’s sacrifice is neither hostile nor discriminatory.”

Tyres didn't pay attention to Doyle's expression, but he was ecstatic:

"in contrast."

"She wants to be in the name of the god..."

"Master the magic."

Tyres looked deep into the window:

At dusk, the setting sun is about to disappear on the horizon.

and……

[What dominates the ban on magic and rumors? 】

Tyres recalled this and asked himself twice from the beginning to the end of the class.

Megan did not answer.

Is it too old to remember?

Or... coincidence?

Doyle stunned and blinked, and some thoughts would not come to the next sentence.

However, Tyres ignored him, but snorted and picked up the "Apostles of the Sun" that he had found out for the class but did not use it from beginning to end.

It seems that the self-cultivation of church believers is not so simple...

"And I have reason to believe that if someone listens to these words, it must be very low--a trough slot!"

Tyres’s self-talking suddenly turned into a loud exclamation!

This provoked vigilance around, and Doyle was shocked.

"His Royal Highness?"

The statues of Glover and Zonived rushed into the study and looked alert.

"Are you alright?"

Doyle went to the front of the temple in three or two steps, glaring at the eyes and making a faithful sword.

"What happened?"

Tyres took a deep breath and stabilized his emotions, but his face was blue and his eyes were roaring.

"Nothing."

Taylors looked up and was very unnatural.

"Let's go out."

He said this sentence with a gloomy look.

Golov and Zonived were relieved.

After they scanned the study room again, they inspected the window and the bookcase, including the eternal lifeless clock, which was prepared to leave.

"You, are you sure?"

Doyle’s attention has been on Tyres, his face is tense: “Your Highness, your face is not very good.”

“What can I do for you?”

Taylors took another breath.

"Yeah," Tyres was full of pain, gnashing his teeth:

"A certain hair in my trousers was caught by an important organ."

"It hurts."

Tyres glared at him, pressing his voice:

"Can you help me?"

The room was quiet for a second.

"Of course, no problem--"

Anxious to ask for help, did not pay attention to what the prince said, did not pay attention to the low pressure D.D around the prince, looked proudly to go forward, but was suddenly dragged back by Glover.

I saw that Golovy swallowed for a few seconds and hesitated:

"That... we won't bother you."

Rao is the "zombie" that has not changed for thousands of years, and there are some flaws at this moment:

"We withdraw, give the temple a little... private space."

Tyres smiled stiffly and waved his hand stiffly.

Doyle reacted, and he was embarrassed to smile, and his eyes couldn’t help but aim at the body below the Tels desk:

"Oh, okay, then... be careful when you deal with it yourself, if you need it, you can..."

The reluctant D.D words were not finished, and they were taken by Golov and Zonived one by one, with their feet off the ground, facing Taylors and carrying out the study.

After a few seconds.

Watching the door close, listening to Doyle's struggling voice weakening, confirming that there is no one in the study, Tyler, this will loose the tight shoulders.

The low pressure around the prince gradually dissipated.

The Duke of Xinghu sighed, but his expression still hurts.

He lowered his head and reached under the desk and stretched between the tightly-knit legs.

But he didn't want to pick a certain part, but he took it out...

a book.

Tyres looked uncomfortable and silently watched the "The Settlement of the Sun" in a daze, whispering from the nose from time to time.

A few seconds later, the young prince turned his face in a depressed mood.

Then, from a certain page, he took out a damn, luxurious, brand new, sky blue, made of Lilan hard paper...

Invitation.

(End of this chapter)