franphil Chapter 218 This is just a mistress
Chapter 218 This is just a mistress
Chapter 218 This is just a mistress
"The Hermit".
The "angel" looked at the "elves" and "holy emblems" in the projection and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
When did he realize that... power and such things are completely irrelevant...? Probably when he laid the foundation for becoming a god.
A hermit?!
For some reason, when the members of the Tarot Club heard this title, they couldn't help but glance at Mr. Fool with suspicion.
Even "The Fool" Klein didn't expect that "Angel" would actually address him by the code name "Tarot Card," and upon hearing "Hermit," he immediately thought of the Hidden Sage, but was that possible?
The Hidden Sage is undoubtedly an evil god, while this Elf God is ranked alongside the six gods.
There's no reason why, in the end, the other six gods would all be righteous gods, while this one would become an evil god, right?
"Mr. Angel, are you able to identify this being?"
Alger quickly connected the idea to the "Hidden Sage." He tried the process of elimination: the relationship between the Storm Church and the elves had always been bad, so the relationship between the Storm Lord and this "Hidden Sage" must also be terrible. The relationship between the Storm Church and the Morse Ascetic Order was also so-so, so it wasn't impossible.
But didn't the "Hidden Sage" suddenly come to life?
"If I had to choose the most fitting card from the Tarot deck to represent that badge, it would be The Hermit."
"Moreover, based on the history I know, the people of the Fourth Age, like us, were familiar with the Seven Gods of the Northern Continent."
Xia Er thought of all the great beings who were still alive today; they were all old acquaintances.
In the Fifth Age, a thousand years have passed, and only Huang Tao Russell Gustav has ascended to godhood.
"Isn't this normal?"
Fors asked, puzzled.
It's not unusual that the righteous gods worshipped in the Northern Continent were already famous in the Fourth Age.
"There are still differences. For example, the belief in a true creator was once the orthodox belief throughout the entire Northern Continent during the Fourth Age."
"Today, most of the history of the Fourth Age that 'ordinary people' can understand has been embellished by the seven major churches and the four royal families."
"Besides the family histories of the various extraordinary noble families, the older secret organizations also possess some of the true history. Apart from that, it is very difficult to access the secrets of that era. History has buried too many things, for the sake of... the need for control."
Xia Er's tone was somewhat wistful. When he flipped through the history book and found that the records were even more blank and brief than the brief histories of the Fourth Era that he had learned before his transmigration, he really wanted to laugh.
The history of the Fourth Age is incomplete, the history of the Third Age consists of only one great cataclysm, and the history of the Second Age consists of only some rough creation myths. The spread of information and knowledge in this world is really... No wonder the "Hidden Sages" are not well-liked.
Looking back at history, everything before the Fifth Age was a previous dynasty.
"If this 'hermit' was once a mainstream deity worshipped in the Northern Continent, he couldn't have disappeared so completely, could he? His former church... could it have been the Order of Moses?"
"The Persecutory Order of Morse was indeed the earliest church in the Fourth Age, and it seems that the Persecutory Order of Morse had a very good relationship with various churches in its early days."
Alger knew that the "angel" might possess a portion of the history of the Fourth Epoch, but he couldn't ask. He could only speculate and make judgments based on the "angel's" reactions.
Alger now suspects that the Hermit Sage was originally this "Hermit," but perhaps for some reason this "Hermit" went "mad" and thus fell into becoming an evil god.
Even gods can go mad. Alger was finding it hard to control his emotions and hoped that Mr. Fool could give him some pointers.
"Gods don't need the church that much."
"The early Morse Order likely believed in hermits, but later they may have been abandoned by the gods."
"I said, pondering," Xia Er said.
He felt there was no problem with saying that; the fact that the Morse Penitentiary had never changed its name clearly indicated that it was an outsider.
The angel's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.
Even Fors, a novice believer with little faith, felt a sense of terror for no apparent reason at this moment.
Did the gods abandon their own churches?
Is this the end of the world?
Audrey shuddered as she imagined the goddess of night abandoning the church of night.
This was an angle they had never considered, not even the pre-modern Klein.
If that's the case, whether the hermit is crazy or not is unknown, but the Morse Order is definitely insane.
The one who suffered the most damage at the scene was Little Sun, because Silver City seemed to have been abandoned by their creator.
How could God abandon His church?
Audrey couldn't help but retort.
Although she knew that the gods could do whatever they wanted, the church had been helping the gods spread their faith, and the gods had no reason to do so.
"Who knows? Maybe it's because of a different race."
At least for now, Shael has no feelings for the Morse Penitentiary.
He felt more favorably toward the Church of the Night, where people regularly clocked in and received wages, than toward the Morse Order, which he might have previously manipulated.
After all, she was just a mistress.
"Elf..."
Audrey understood somewhat. This "elf god" must have favored elves, so it wasn't so hard to understand why the Morse Order, which had abandoned humans as their main group, was abandoned.
"I know that the Church of Mother Earth also controls part of the storm pathways."
"Extraordinary beings who have passed through the storm can also be found in the navy of the Kingdom of Feneport."
Alger added, looking at the "Hermit" in the mural who was closer to the Earth Mother.
Just by looking at their positions, you can clearly see how far apart they are.
"These things are too far removed from us, and there are many things we are not qualified to know unless we reach a certain level."
The "angel" shook its head and looked at Mr. Fool. They were ignoring us completely, probably because they felt it was pointless to talk to us about things at this level.
All that guessing was pointless; Mr. Fool just watched like a spectator.
The "angel's" interruption made everyone realize that Mr. Fool didn't care. Audrey, who was originally very curious, and Alger, who was somewhat excited, felt as if they had been doused with cold water.
Yes, Mr. Fool's reaction has proven everything, and their discussion also lacks some empirical evidence.
"Mr. Fool, these are three pages of Russell's diary."
It's good that Audrey has started handing in Russell's diary.
The Fool nodded in satisfaction. This awkward situation was finally coming to an end. It wasn't that he didn't want to chime in or offer guidance; it was simply that he knew absolutely nothing.
It would be fine if the members of the Tarot Club knew nothing, but there just happens to be an "angel" here who seems to know a little bit.
The fool looked at the diary.
"On August 8th, I attended His Majesty the King's banquet for the first time. The games were... amazing... and the food was truly spectacular."
"The nobles of this world are much more hygienic than those of the Middle World on Earth at the same time, bathing quite frequently. It seems they've suffered too much and are worried that some extraordinary individuals of a certain sequence might use their bad habits to spread plagues?"
"But what's the use? Commoners are still unhygienic, the slums are unbearable to look at, and aren't these nobles and those extraordinary individuals disgusting?"
"Um...they don't seem to go to the slums either. Damn, they really don't go even once?"
"Two worlds in every way? How can a city like Haolie tolerate a stench right next to its bed?"