After talking about the noodle stall, Shen Yan took a sip of noodle soup, calmed down, and then said to Zhao Kuo: "Did you go see the infected corpse just now? Take me with you next time."
Zhao Kuo glanced at Shen Yan. Sometimes he was quite courageous. To become strong, it takes great courage.
Shen Yan continued: "Last time you said that if you perform a revelation ceremony after your spirit is infected, you will hear some strange sounds. What are these sounds?"
Shen Yan had the mentality of knowing more about him, since he had nothing to do now anyway.
Zhao Kuo: "No one knows what those mysterious sounds are. Everyone hears different sounds."
"However, since it is called a revelation ceremony, a revelation to the soul, the name comes from the legend that these voices are the whispers of God, hiding unimaginable mysteries."
"It's just that everyone who explores the secrets of these sounds ends up going crazy."
Shen Yan was a little surprised, and it was related to God, so he muttered: "What exactly is God?"
Zhao Kuo had briefly explained this question to Shen Yan before, and he answered casually: "No one knows what God is, but the so-called God in Vatican City is just their imagination through the murals of a palace on a high mountain. Those who came out prayed to their gods every day, but their gods did not pay attention to them."
After saying that, he glanced at the only diner wrapped in a robe at the next table, intentionally or unintentionally.
Shen Yan nodded in agreement: "Actually, they are false gods who are personified for certain interests. They pursue interests, play with people's thoughts, and manipulate people's beliefs, so as to achieve the purpose of domination..."
…
Zhao Lan, wrapped in a robe, returned to the Iron Blood Mercenary Group and was about to take off his robe, but he was so hot.
At this time, a woman wearing a round felt hat, which was very different from the attire of the Mercenary City, came over. It was Zhao Lan's mother, Mrs. Hailis.
Mrs. Hailis frowned: "Go to the Lower City again?"
"You are a noble. You must understand that the greatest original sin in the world is poverty. You are different from them."
In the theology of the Vatican City, poor people are more shameful and sinful than criminals. They are not worthy of living in this world. It is precisely because of their existence that the world becomes dirty.
Zhao Lan wanted to say something, dear mother, this is a city of mercenaries, and theology here is worse than a rat in the ditch.
But after thinking about it, he still gracefully behaved like a noble: "I understand, mother."
Mrs. Hailis looked at Zhao Lan seriously and sighed in her heart. At least... at least he was still a noble in terms of etiquette.
If I had known earlier, I should have sent Zhao Lan to the Vatican City Seminary earlier.
He gave a casual education: "You will eventually return to the embrace of God. You must know how to praise God's glory and greatness at all times..."
Zhao Lan kept muttering in his heart. Just now, some people said that the theology of Brahma Emperor City was full of hypocrisy and was a personified false god.
Wait, why does he remember these things so clearly, but when his mother tells him about the greatness of God, he falls asleep?
Seeing that Zhao Lan was absent-minded, Mrs. Hailis could only sigh: "Go, don't hang out with those sinners, go to your uncle to learn more, your uncle is a true gentleman, the favored person of God..."
Zhao Lan responded obediently and then slipped away. He was tired of hearing the same thing every time.
Mrs. Haylis' face was stiff and she ran too fast. Was her preaching so terrible?
Then he looked at the little girl holding his hand. Fortunately, she also had a little daughter who could teach her from an early age.
"Belle, we women are naturally deficient in wisdom and logic. In this case, we who have no ability to judge should accept God's words unconditionally as our only faith." (Note: The original words are from a foreign famous book.)
The little girl named Belle nodded obediently: "Praise the goddess, thank God for giving us everything."
Zhao Lan didn't go far when he met a man with slightly curly hair, deep facial features and dark blue eyes.
Isn't this his uncle Ole who leaves earlier than he does and comes home later? Being in a foreign land, I don’t know where there are so many things in a day.
Ole also wore a robe that covered his head. Did he just come back from outside?
The laughter of the Ole gentleman came: "Dear nephew, the pride of Brahma Emperor City, the little sun favored by God, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Zhao Lan stopped and saluted as well, like the most elegant noble: "Dear uncle, my mother is letting me study with you. The "Hymn of God" you gave me last time was really great. I I forgot myself a lot and put it on my bedside every day.”
It's not on the bedside. I really don't want to open it, so I haven't read a page.
The expression on Ole's face became even brighter: "As expected of a child favored by God, I entrusted mercenaries to go to Brahma Emperor City and brought back some classics..."
The corners of Zhao Lan's mouth were stiff, but he still had to maintain a polite smile.
After chatting for a while and praising the greatness of God, Zhao Lan found an opportunity to slip away.
Ole walked to Mrs. Hailis. Mrs. Hailis didn't know what to say for a while. After a while, she said: "Dear brother, your nephew may not be as obedient as he appears."
Ole smiled and said: "Zhao Lan has won unimaginable praise among the nobles in Brahma Emperor City in just one year."
"You don't know that with his youth, handsome appearance, and decent aristocratic etiquette, when he sang hymns in the hall, it was like he was covered with holy light."
"The nobles of Brahma Emperor City privately call him the little sun favored by God. He is so pious to God..."
After saying that, he glanced at Belle next to Mrs. Haylis.
"Dear sister, you should pay more attention to Zhao Lan. After all, he is the sole heir to the oldest existence of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group in the future."
Mrs. Hailis nodded and finally said: "Everyone is the lamb of God. I am honored to be the shepherd of God. This is my only belief."
Ole: "It's an honor for me too."
After Zhao Lan returned, he practiced the aristocratic tricks with the thin sword at his waist, otherwise he would really have to go to his uncle to study theology. The sun was shining, and the young Goth boy seemed to be radiating light. He was loved by God. The most perfect nobleman, at least on the surface.
…
At this time, there was little business at the noodle stall at Shen Yan's place.
Shen Yan is planning to revive his business.
"I need some steamers."
"Well, it's best to use a bamboo steamer, which has the best ventilation and sealing effects."
Zhao Kuo frowned: "Bamboo weaving?"
Bamboo is different from the wood used to make tables and stools, and is only found in the Great Emerald Forest, the territory of the Eldar.
Shen Yan asked: "Is there any problem?"
Zhao Kuo thought for a while: "Although it's a little troublesome, it's not impossible to get it."
Call some people and take Shen Yan to the outside of the city.
Shen Yan and the others walked along a river called the Emerald River, so named because it flowed through the Emerald Forest.
The water in the river is very clear. It is a river of life, and the wheat fields along the way are watered by it.
Because of the hot weather, many members of the mercenary group were carrying water in buckets to irrigate the wheat fields, otherwise their almost-ripening wheat would wither and die.
The scene was astonishing, and with the patrolling mercenaries, busy figures could be seen everywhere.
Patrolling each wheat field is a must, otherwise it will be 100% stolen. For hungry people, anything can be done.
Shen Yan and the others were just passing by the wheat field at a distance when the mercenaries nervously raised their weapons and put the whistles in their mouths to call their companions.
Shen Yan thought to himself, no wonder Zhao Kuo said that the price of food will increase this year. With so much investment, the price will not be cheap.
It is right to seize time to buy more grain.
As we travel, the closer we get to the Emerald Forest, the more beautiful the river becomes.
A river is like jade, with white water flowing through it. Even the paramecia under the rocks at the bottom of the river can be seen clearly. This simplest and brainless insect has survived for countless centuries.
The water plants are swaying, and the posture is like dancing.
In addition to the wheat fields on both sides of the strait, some fine flowers began to appear, clumps after clumps. From a distance, they looked like pieces of cloth with broken flowers.
Shen Yan also didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful place.
As we get closer to the Emerald Forest, the wheat fields gradually disappear. We should be at the junction of humans and spirits, full of unpredictable dangers.
It's quiet, you can hear the chirping of birds in your ears, and the scent of flowers is in your nose.
Shen Yan looked at the towering jungle in front of him. It was like a clear line between Jing and Wei, dividing the territory into completely different environments.
Shen Yan stood on tiptoe and looked into the woods, as if there was another world inside, and said, "Are we going in like this?"
Could it be that he went in for poaching?
The team stopped, and Zhao Kuo picked up a stone from the ground and threw it in, startling several birds.
While Shen Yan was wondering, Zhao Kuo said, "There is a sentry post from the Spirit Clan here. Remember not to tell others."
At this time, a group of figures walked out of the light and shadow under the trees.
The leader's silver hair almost fell to the ground, and his pointed ears told how he was different from humans.
The face is as perfect as a jade carving, and the facial features are combined together like an elf in heaven and earth.
He wears silver soft armor and wears a gem-encrusted weapon on his waist. It doesn't look like a weapon, but more like an artistic decoration.
He carries a bow and arrow on his back, like a handsome ranger.
The person behind this person also has the same long ears, but the hair color is different.
This was once the vanguard force of mankind against the harsh environment. It was the most perfect warrior created through genetic reprogramming. However, it was later unwilling to be used as a weapon and broke away from the human race. After a long period of time, it formed an independent branch and called itself the Spirit Race. Completely draw a clear line with humans.
The leader, wearing a crown-like silver ornament, is so handsome that people can't take their eyes away.
Shen Yan only glanced at it and was stunned. This crown...
Among the Eight Wonders of China, the crown made by the cloisonné enamel method was considered an ancient craft that was about to become extinct even in Shen Yan's era.
This crown is not a cultural relic, but it is precisely because of this that Shen Yan is surprised that the Spirit Clan has inherited the ancient cloisonné enamel technique of the eight master craftsmen, which is the pinnacle of art.
The mercenaries of the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group were also a little commotion.
"White King Xiao Lingchen, why is the White King of the Spirit Clan here?"
Xiao Lingchen looked at Zhao Kuo with a cold face: "When the demigod Yixi invaded, you and I led people to fight against it."
"Doing the same thing for the same purpose, I became the hero of the Eldar."
"But you have become the sinner of the mercenary city."
"That's one of the few jokes I've ever heard in the jungle."
The scene suddenly became quiet.
It was probably Shen Yan who was the only one who couldn't hold it back anymore and tightly covered his mouth that couldn't stop screaming.
It's not that he saw the inheritance of the cloisonné enamel method, but...
But Shen Yan's eyes were cast behind the man named Bai Wang. Behind him stood a man with completely different clothes, a heroic spirit.
Shen Yan's hands were trembling.
This heroic spirit is dressed in beautiful armor and wears a bronze helmet. In ancient times, this kind of helmet was called a doudou. He is tall and tall.
It's not that this man's handsome face makes people tremble. It's impossible for Shen Yan to tell the identity of the ancients through his face. The images of characters left in history books are more or less distorted.
Instead, this heroic spirit carries two golden guns on its back.
Different cultural relics are different in every ditch, ravine, and pattern. This is also an important basis for identifying the uniqueness of cultural relics.
These two golden long/guns have simple and capable styles, simple and clear lines, and slightly invisible grip lines on the gun body, which facilitates the generation of sufficient resistance when held, and is not slippery, making it easier to use force.
There are simple tiger stripes on both ends of the gun handle.
The head of the gun is much longer than the guns used by ordinary people, and is in the shape of a flat cold front.
There are countless heroes who use guns in history, but there are very few who use two long spears. As for the golden double spears, weapons with such regulations, styles, decorations, and ravines, Shen Yan only knows one person.
Hiss, this spear must be the Tiger-Headed Zhan Golden Spear, even ranked higher than the Liquan Divine Spear of the famous anti-gold general Yue Fei.
Throughout the ages, so many heroes have turned into dust, wishing they could meet each other, but now they have turned into heroic spirits, standing opposite Shen Yan.
It was precisely because Shen Yan knew who this heroic spirit might be that he was so excited and trembling.
The brocade of Xiliang, the mighty general!
