Chapter 34: Stealing God’s Offerings

Chapter 34 34. Stealing God's Offerings

Old Drake dozed off in the carriage.

Suddenly, there was a bump, and Old Drake woke up from his light dream. His cloudy eyes finally refocused and found Andrew who was flipping through a book opposite him.

"Alchemical Doll Materials"

This is the name of the book Andrew was holding.

Old Drake didn't speak, but quietly glanced at Andrew for a while, then closed his eyes and recalled his meeting with Lu Yu.

Before the visit, he had already believed in Lu Yu's noble identity. The reason why he took a big detour was to get the experiences he talked about.

He is too old, too old, and perhaps he will sleep forever in the next sunrise and moonset.

When he was young, he looked at the vast land and shouted that he would conquer and explore it.

Time flies, and the boy at that time is now white-haired and hunched.

"I want to become stronger, and if I become stronger, I can go further on this land."

Drake told himself when he was young.

So, when he was at the first level, he felt that it was safer to start at the second level.

When he was at the second level, he was worried about the long journey and his lack of strength, so he worked hard to climb to the third level.

When he reached middle age, he had responsibilities on his shoulders, power in his hands, and enjoyed the compliments and flattery of countless people, so his desire to go out also faded.

Now that he was getting closer to death, Old Drake always remembered the excitement in his heart when he stood on the hill and looked into the distance when he was young.

When did that excitement and impulse die?

Old Drake himself couldn't answer it.

Now that he heard that someone had come over many hardships and recorded information from many places, his childhood impulse came again.

He could no longer leave this land, but he could let his thoughts go away for a short time and wander around those unheard-of countries.

It didn't matter to him whether it was a real experience or a story.

In the Kingdom of Yas, the best bards told stories that were either dragon slaying or old-fashioned goblin killing stories. Many other stories were just the same in a different way.

Old Drake has been listening to this kind of story since he was a child. He also listened to it when the Kingdom of Yas was established. Today, the poets who sell stories in the streets and taverns still hold small harps and sing similar songs and tell similar stories.

However, everyone still likes to listen to it.

People still like the story of a hero slaying a dragon with a sharp blade, because it makes their blood boil.

People still like the article about a man clearing the Goblin Underground Palace and regaining the East for the Kingdom of Yas, because it is inspiring.

Fantasy is a cheap experience for people to temporarily break away from their bodies and experience another kind of life. At that moment, their souls are free.

Old Drake also likes fantasy, but there is no story to carry his soul on a long journey.

So far, only a few outstanding dramatists can write about the different scenery outside the borders of the surrounding three countries.

The rest of the people, what they write is just another "copy" of the world they know, which is neither fresh nor exciting. Instead, it is like those different dragon-slaying stories, depicting one Yas Kingdom after another.

Until Lu Yu appeared.

He brought new stories, unheard-of experiences, and... the new region that had always been at the end of Drake's travel dreams, but could never reach it in person.

The old Drake smiled.

Whether it was true or false, he didn't care whether there were doubts.

"As long as I'm happy... What do the nobles think? What does it have to do with me?"

The nobles can be willful, but I, a magician, can't be willful?

The old magicians are not much different from ordinary old people. At this time, I can't suppress my sleepiness.

But this time before going to bed, he didn't stop Andrew from watching the books made of puppets.

He thought of himself, a person who always wanted to chase his dreams when he had the ability, but took his dreams into the grave, and could only listen to stories to comfort himself.

...

Lu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and his hand holding the teacup trembled for a while.

Old Drake accepted his statement and called himself the title of Marquis from the middle.

The hanging heart can be put down, and he has a certain identity in the country of Yas.

Lulutis also breathed a sigh of relief. She was very worried that Lu Yu's rhetoric would be exposed.

Now that she had received the promise from Old Drake and her identity was confirmed, Lulutis could not help but complain about Lu Yu.

Lulutis had previously suggested that Lu Yu use several national templates that she knew.

Both the Silver Maple Holy Kingdom and the Solon Empire were ready-made locations, and she could describe everything Lu Yu needed in great detail.

However, Lu Yu did not adopt it, because he could not memorize so many things in a short time, and he might even mix them up, resulting in a self-defeating outcome.

Compared to memorizing now, it is obviously better to use the content that has left a deep impression on you from playing games and watching various film and television works. At least when talking, the memory in your mind will slowly recover, and you can describe it smoothly.

Moreover, the story told by Lu Yu actually fills the gap in the imagination of the people in the land of Yas about the outside world.

Using some experiences that they had never heard of and were completely beyond their imagination to prove that they were indeed from a distant country and were definitely not liars was far more credible than telling some stories that were close to their reality and could be made up by anyone.

It sounds absurd, but in this case, it was true.

Then again, Lu Yu thought of something.

"Lulutis, I read the books here and saw many records of monsters believing in the 'demon god'."

"I wanted to ask you before, is there really a god in this world?"

Lulutis's two tentacles spread out in a humane way.

"Who knows? Anyway, I haven't seen it."

"Not only me, but the rabbit of the Silver Maple Holy Church has never seen it. It is said that none of the saints and saints selected by them every year who believe in the God of Light have ever received the 'oracle' of the God of Light."

"Let me believe it, then let him show his holiness?"

There is such a legend about the formation of the God of Light worshipped by the Silver Maple Holy Church.

Before the establishment of the Silver Maple Holy Church, a rainstorm destroyed the river bank and countless farmlands were flooded.

The rainstorm made the people fall into deep despair. If the sky did not clear up again, the harvest would drop sharply next year, and the famine would enter the countdown stage.

One of the panicked people suddenly knelt down, shouting loudly, "Give us light", while "bang bang" kowtowed.

When the man kowtowed until his head was broken and bleeding, the people seemed to feel the call of some kind of power. They imitated the man's movements, kowtowed in unison, prayed, and shouted for the light to come.

Miraculously, the rain gradually stopped, and a thin crack appeared in the gloomy sky, casting a beam of light on the distant earth, which happened to shine on a silver maple tree.

After the rainstorm, rumors spread that the God of Light saved the people.

The lords who originally ruled the surrounding areas joined the people and publicized the achievements of the God of Light. They used this as a foundation to recruit believers and eventually established the Silver Maple Holy Religion.

Lulutis personally doubted whether gods existed or not.

Because the rabbit friend of the Silver Maple Holy Religion, as a saint, actually laughed and complained about her own god, and it was under the Silver Maple statue!

This disrespectful attitude really shocked Lulutis, who had just advanced to the sixth-level magician at that time.

She was looking forward to the God of Light punishing the jumping rabbit. Even if he didn't punish her, he could use the beam of light he had cast to clear the clouds and mist to shine on her, so that the rabbit would realize that she was still a saint and had to have basic piety and respect for her god.

However, Lulutis didn't see the punishment. The sky was cloudless, and there was no possibility of a bolt from the blue hitting the rabbit and making her cry.

What made Lulutis speechless was that when she became a seventh-level magician, the rabbit successfully became the chosen one of the God of Light.

This made Lulutis more convinced that there were no gods in the world.

Because the rabbit had performed a show of stealing the tribute of the God of Light, right in front of the Silver Maple Statue, in front of Lulutis.

At that time, the rabbit politely invited Lulutis to eat with him, and said that it would be a waste if he didn't eat it anyway, and the God of Light had never eaten it, so it was a pure waste of food...

Lulutis looked up at the sky, and it was a cloudless day again.

Until the rabbit finished eating the offered fruit, drank a glass of fruit wine dedicated to the God of Glory, and took a nap, Lulutis did not see the divine punishment.

He could let a person like the rabbit go from a saint to the chosen one of God, and then openly eat the tribute in front of the main statue of Silver Maple without getting angry, and even the oracle did not say anything...

If the God of Glory really exists, then he should be very generous?

It should be said that Lulutis's current atheism and even the habit of questioning the gods behind all beliefs are all sequelae left by the rabbit.

After listening, Lu Yu covered his forehead.

"You said before that you have no friends, right... Why do I feel that this 'rabbit' is actually your friend."

"It doesn't matter, such a friend is quite... um..." Lu Yu pondered and searched for an adjective that fits this big guy.

"Quite...personality, right personality." Lu Yu clapped his hands, "It's okay, we are familiar with each other. It's not shameful to have such a friend. Besides, she treats you well."

"Look, she didn't forget to ask you to join her when she stole the tribute."

"Who is her friend!" Lulutis quickly retorted, and stretched out her tentacles to tie Lu Yu.

Lu Yu dodged.

Seeing Lulutis so anxious, he finally understood.

It seems that Lulutis is not really a lonely girl, she at least has a friend with whom she can confide.

It's just that this friend's style of doing things... is particularly unworldly?

So much so that Lulutis is ashamed to mention her.