Chapter 490: Receiving the Wind and Washing Away the Dust

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Edward did not comment on the Demon of Knowledge's speech, but instead asked with some interest:

"Us? How many sides do you have? How many people did it take for them to awaken your existence?"

"not much."

The Demon of Knowledge put away the moon and the rag doll Adam, and had already begun to plan to choose a good and auspicious day to turn the moon back to silver: "Whether it is the population of the Western Continent or the size of my followers, it is not that many."

"While I was sleeping, I became one with the northern wilderness. Over hundreds of years, I unconsciously responded to many people who visited by chance. By solving the puzzles, I could obtain random knowledge and let them spread my existence. Later, I After thousands of years, I began to have a certain number of followers. They not only called me by the names of the sages in ancient texts, but also called me 'Manjusri', 'Biancaitian', 'Miaoyintian', etc."

Edward glanced at him in slight surprise:

"The Western Continent still retains the Nanyang part? Or does it retain the information there? You actually even used the name of the God of Wisdom there. You must have guided many people, and you have learned it earlier than the 'reader' Now you have secured your position as the God of Knowledge, Wisdom, and Mystery.”

The Demon of Knowledge sighed softly, rubbing his fingers vigorously on the white porcelain tea cup in his hand.

This is "his" favorite tea cup. Under the rough texture, he can recognize every inch of the crack.

"Photographic memory and simulation are indeed powerful, but in the new environment, this low-level and incomplete 'omniscience' is far inferior to my collection."

"You mentioned before that the organization of the Western Continent is not entirely based on channels, but on authority. In other words, you actually have many 'readers' under your command?"

"There's also a fortune teller."

The Demon of Knowledge took a sip of tea and shrugged:

"The development of Tianzun's dojo in the Western Continent is not very good. There are too many fortune tellers, and the industry is under great pressure of competition. Those little fortune tellers sometimes have to perform talents in order to make a living, but they can't compete." Master of Tricks'. Adjacent avenues will also grab business."

The Demon of Knowledge explained a few sentences, and then thought of the question just now, and said again.

"They regard the end of the wilderness as the ultimate wisdom, and they constantly trek towards the depths, solve various problems, and follow the stars."

"Finally, after digesting the 2062nd person, I opened my eyes and built my first simple personality."

Probably because his mouth was dry, He drank all the tea in the cup.

The next moment, new tea water slowly rose from the white porcelain tea cup, and it was inexhaustible.

"So many people?" Edward shook his head. "It seems that although these people all have mystical connections with you, there are only a few who are really compatible with you. However, their weakness is probably the real reason."

"Yes, the extraordinary was not yet popular at that time, people's residential areas were not large, and I was in an inaccessible wilderness."

“Since then, in order to obtain knowledge and information more quickly and conveniently, I began to consciously guide my followers and let them form an organization with the goal of opening the door of wisdom and advancing together with me to exhaust all wisdom. And let them select the best among themselves to become the 'Tianji' to prevent the emergence of good and bad ones."

"Based on emotion and reason, merging with me as a 'Tianji' is the fastest way to gain knowledge, immortality and power. In less than two thousand years, thirty-four 'Tianji' have merged with me, and my simulated personality has also It has become perfect again and again, and each time the image of the contemporary 'Tianji' will be chosen to appear. If the younger generations ask a specific elder to get involved, I will also retrieve the data of the former Hedao from the database and load it temporarily."

"I have proven through my actions that they will live forever in time with me, forever exploring the mysteries of the future, and forever exploring the limits of technology."

The Demon of Knowledge answered this question with a little pride in the appearance of a contemporary "Heavenly Secret".

Edward looked at his face, which was a typical oriental face and a slightly older man. But his body shape is not as thin as the stereotype of a literati. His shoulders are broad, his arms are strong, and his hands are covered with small scars and calluses.

"Those are the wounds left by the planer and the scraper." The Demon of Knowledge said with a smile, "I am an excellent carpenter and have participated in automatic irrigation, automatic farming, the improvement of large steel-making furnaces, and the launch of civilian artificial rainfall rockets. Plan, my ancestor’s surname was Gongshu.”

The breeze blew a few strands of white hair on his forehead, and time carved scars and wrinkles on this old face.

He looks very quiet and peaceful, but his eyes are full of energy, with purple stars hidden in them.

"Then the compatibility between him and you is indeed very high." Edward said, "I originally thought that you would do as the Romans do, adopt the appearance of the God of Steam and Machinery, or reshape your identity as a 'Hidden Sage'."

"I don't need to be so cautious about the gods outside." The Demon of Knowledge smiled calmly, "They are not worth my brains."

…

"Is this the ship?"

Colin and others were on alert as they were accustomed to, while carefully looking at this huge creature that existed in the book with a curious eye.

Derrick was an experienced person who had received common sense education in the Tarot Club and had seen pictures of various ships. Hearing this, he nodded lightly and said:

"right."

As they talked, the ship got closer and closer, and the figure standing on the bow gradually became clearer.

It was a man with scorched eyebrows, dark blue eyes, and a black cloak. He jumped on top of the dragon's head and slightly opened his arms to everyone in Silver City.

Seeing this scene, Derrick, who had always maintained a serious attitude, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that everything was as expected and there were no accidents.

Daniz originally wanted to jump off the boat, walk up to the followers of Mr. Fool, and announce to them that they had been saved, but after taking a look at the height of everyone in Silver City, he silently stabilized his figure.

He stood on the dragon's head, fully opened his arms, and said to Derrick and others with a reserved smile:

"Welcome to the bright world promised by God!"

Then, Daniz suddenly saw a familiar figure standing next to a tall man with yellow hair in front of him. This figure should have been quite eye-catching to him, but because the people around him were all too tall, Daniz actually I didn't see him among the crowd for the first time.

**, Hermann!

The smile on Daniz's face could no longer be maintained at the moment, so he had to try hard to keep the angel's face calm, politely exit, and immediately pushed Alger, who was still on the deck to stabilize the rudder, forward.

He didn't know that after he left in a hurry, Gehrman Sparrow also slowly looked away, responding perfunctorily to Derrick's attentive and enthusiastic inquiries beside him.

Alger let go of his hands and wondered: "What's wrong with you?"

In his impression, Danitz does sometimes become brave and foolhardy because of magical items, and he also has the same shortcomings as pirates, but he is not as capable of doing things arranged by Mr. Fool. He flinched because he didn't dare.

"Gehrman! Gehrman!" Daniz whispered in Alger's ear in slight horror, "Gehrman is also in the Land Abandoned by the Gods! Gehrman is also preparing to board the ship with those big men. ,**, the way he looked at me just now was too scary, I don’t dare to go, you go.”

Alger didn't say many harsh words to people, and he was a little afraid of the "world" of God's favored ones. But seeing Daniz's frightened look, he wasn't nervous anymore and found it a little funny:

"Why are you so nervous? Even if that is Gehrman, he is still our companion now."

"You don't understand, you don't understand..."

Daniz failed to confide, and glared at Alger with an unyielding look, which made Alger look puzzled. Then he muttered about cashing out the bounty, Mr. Ten Thousand Pounds, and his life at risk, and trotted down the cabin all the way.

Alger looked at his back in confusion, wondering whether Mr. Hermann, a well-known bounty hunter at sea, might have had some unpleasantness with this "flame", but they had clearly always been together at sea... Could it be that they were... Are you afraid of using it for fishing?

Unexpectedly, Alger turned his head and took a look. He happened to see the "Hermit" on the deck of the flagship "Future" more than ten meters away and also cast his gaze towards him. Alger opened his mouth and let the words be carried by the wind to Cattleya's ears:

“The pier here is too small.”

Cattleya nodded: "I'll handle it."

Alger stopped talking, hoping that this companion who had become a regular member of the Moss Trappist Order would come up with something interesting.

Cattleya's next behavior also perfectly responded to Alger's expectations, and also opened the eyes of the people in the Land Abandoned by God. The "Future" first stopped temporarily in front of Alger, and then the lady stretched out her hand to push, and a long starlight bridge was built between the "Future" and the beach. Then, she made a few gestures to her crew, and several strong crew members immediately moved an unspectacular large piece of brass-colored metal from the corner of the deck and placed it on the long bridge.

Cattleya stepped forward, rubbed the large piece of metal a few times, and then injected spirituality into the special metal indicated by the arrow.

Click, click...

The crew immediately retreated around, and the one-meter-square large piece of metal quickly disassembled, opened, and reorganized itself. The process has the beauty of mechanical art. Every cut is so precise that no tangent lines can even be seen when they are put together.

In less than twenty seconds, the metal block turned into a two-meter-tall brass-colored metal giant, looking down at Cattleya.

Alger's mouth opened wide, and the people in the God's Abandoned Land also raised their heads, looking at this magical technology from the outside world without blinking.

"Is this an extraordinary item?" Derrick couldn't help but ask, "What method is this? It looks very powerful. If you use this... metal instrument to fight or hunt, and the operator hides behind, then you can Greatly reduce damage!”

Colin looked at the metal giant, first shocked, then frowned:

"That's not an extraordinary item... that's... a living thing?"

"Creature?" Lovia raised her head and muttered to herself in confusion, "Yes, it is a creature, but it has no soul and no flesh and blood."

In other words, this item cannot be grazed by "shepherds", and it is difficult to be affected by their extraordinary abilities. However, judging from the performance of this piece of metal just now, it fits tightly when closed, and even flesh and blood cannot seep out. If done properly, it is simply It’s a metal coffin!

Cattleya was determined to show the church's item for mid-sequence and above extraordinary people in front of the people in the God-Forsaken Land. When the exclamations and discussions gradually subsided, she said in giant language:

"This is a golem."

"A product of the Mystery Church."

Frank puffed out his chest proudly.

Cattleya looked intently: "This is an excellent life extraction and transfer technology. Only one chicken is needed to allow such a standard-sized golem to run for more than three days. If calculations are saved, it can last longer. .”

Klein looked strange. He looked at the robot, and the name "Transformers" already appeared in his mind. Many of Cattleya's words just now made him feel that time and space were confused, and he couldn't help but want to see if the Secret Church had developed a mobile phone.

Although it's only two meters now, twenty meters is just around the corner. According to this momentum, won't everyone in the Mystery Church have a Gundam in the future?

"A chicken?" Derrick scratched his head, "Why is the unit a chicken?"

Cattleya heard this question, but she didn't want to answer it, so she ignored Frank, who seemed to want to say something, and talked directly to the puppet: "No. X112, prepare to start the simple dock construction project, single person authorization."

The metal giant who had been standing quietly on the bridge received the instruction and slowly raised his head, and the slender grooves at the eyes lit up with blue light.

The blue light glanced at Cattleya from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom, and then a mechanical tone sounded:

"Good afternoon, Captain Cattleya, your flagship 'Future' has not had a physical examination for a long time. Various indicators have declined. It is suspected to be at risk when it returns. Do you want to conduct maintenance after docking?"

There was another small exclamation from the crowd. Klein was stunned, and even Alger and Daniz's eyes almost popped out.

Cattleya pushed up her glasses as she was accustomed to, and the crew members were also accustomed to it, smiling and looking at the people around them who were shocked. The captain nodded and said: "We will carry out the simple dock construction task first, and the equipment loaded on the flagship will be maintained during the replenishment on the way back."

"OK."

After the metal giant finished speaking, he walked directly along the Starlight Long Bridge to the coast of the Eastern Continent. His "eyes" emitted blue light again, scanning the surrounding land suitable for driving wooden piles as a temporary port.

Wherever it went, the crowd around it dispersed and followed a moment later.

During this period, Cattleya and the crew were not idle. They quickly built a crawler assembly line and moved the building materials in the cabin directly to the long bridge. Soon, the metal giant found a suitable place in the distance. area, materials are automatically brought in to start construction.

Colin was inexplicably shocked: "Incredible...Which path of power is this?"

Standing not far from Colin happened to be the high priest "Nim". "Nim" coughed lightly. As a city with 22 path records, he answered Colin's question:

"That's the 'Informed One', also called the 'Artisan'. It's one of the two paths mastered by the Secret Church, the other is the 'Peeper of Secrets'."

"It turns out they are craftsmen." Colin mused, his eyes uncontrollably attracted to the machinery, "Silver City also has 'craftsmen', but our craftsmen often only process weapons, repair houses and fortifications, and never think about it. Auxiliary work for making golems..."

While they were talking, Alger and Cattleya had already disembarked from the ship. Compared to Cattleya's Starlight Bridge, Alger didn't want to lose his identity as an elder in front of Derrick, so he controlled the whirlwind to lift himself to the land. .

As soon as he landed, he realized that the people in front of him had to turn their faces almost to the sky to see their heads. At the same time, he immediately saw Derrick standing in the crowd - a young man of medium height and a bit short with blond hair. People, standing in the crowd, also emit a glimmer of light.

And "The World" Gehrman Sparrow also stood beside him and nodded towards him.

After receiving the affirmation from the God's Favorite and seeing his few "friends", Alger smiled, and then restrained himself a little. He walked forward slowly, and when he realized that Derrick was a head taller than him, his smile slowly disappeared.

"Well, no, well, what should I call you, sir?"

Derrick also recognized Alger at a glance. His blue hair was so iconic.

"Alger Wilson." Mr. Hanged Man raised his head uncomfortably. He saw Herman look away and suspected that the other man was snickering. He couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, "Just call me Alger."

"Okay, Mr. Alger." Derrick hugged Alger forcefully (lifting Alger into the air), then turned to look at Cattleya, who was greeting the crew to move something down, and whispered Asked, "Is that your friend?"

Alger unconsciously lowered his voice:

"That's the 'Hermit'... Cattleya, a member of the Church of the Mysterious God. Just call her Captain, or Ms. Cattleya."

"It turns out to be Ms. Hermit." Derrick was stunned by this overly grand welcome, and was delighted to see three familiar companions again after the tarot meeting was suspended. "Mr. Alger, what's on your body?" It smells like the sea and sunshine, this is the atmosphere that our Silver City has been pursuing for thousands of years. I am really happy to see you when I leave here."

"Really? Haha, in fact, in our opinion, it smells like dried fish that has been exposed to the sun."

Alger was still not good at handling compliments, so he made a casual joke. At the end, he was a little worried that such a statement would make Derrick and the others feel uncomfortable. He was just about to make amends, but found that Derrick had already communicated with his friends about how to hide from "hide". The aroma wafted from the other side, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief. I felt that the tension and uneasiness in my heart also dissipated a lot due to this inappropriate joke.

The people in Silver City and Moon City were curiously watching the "dwarves" coming and going around them.

Of course, they all knew that this should be a normal human being. After all, they all knew that their exaggerated height was caused by the magic potion, but they still felt that the busy people in front of them were too short, including the high priest who had the same name as themselves. \Chief is comparable to the lady with strong breath. You must know that in Silver City, except for young children, the average height of residents who have entered the developmental stage and have not yet reached Sequence 6 is over 1.8 meters. Among them, there are many Sequence 9 Beyonders who are over two meters tall.

"People from Silver City and Moon City."

At this moment, the "hermit" spoke.

Cattleya held a cylindrical object in her hand, facing the crowd with the larger side, and her voice was immediately amplified:

"It will take a while to build the dock. Please allow us to bring you food from the outside world to catch the wind and wash away the dust."

After saying that, the "Future" crew behind Cattleya placed all the items on dozens of long tables that had been covered with white cloth. The moment all the metal covers were lifted, the tangy fragrance smelled like A tsunami swept over the crowd.

Pieces of food were placed on the long table. They were shiny with mouth-watering oil and exuded a very tempting fragrance.

Roast chicken...roast goose...fish covered in honey...fried pork chop, lobster, apple pie? But are those chickens, geese, sheep, and fish too big... Klein stared at the food for a while, and then slowly turned his gaze to Frank, who was busy here.

After a while, Frank became more capable.

"That's right. He started communicating and cooperating with the Eastern Continent very early. He knows the appetites of these giants..." Klein couldn't help but listen to the sounds of swallowing around him and looked at the food on the table that happened to be the size of giants. Laughed.

This is abundance.

"Everyone is free to eat as much as you like!" Frank waved and shouted, looking in a great mood, "There are plenty of chickens, ducks and geese! If there is not enough food, I will plant more right away!"

Klein's smile also disappeared.

"It still needs to be investigated, it still needs to be investigated." He and Cattleya murmured to themselves at the same time.

"Hey, how can I let you stand out all by yourself?"

Daniz poked his head out from the "Poseidon" and said loudly: "We have also prepared food for you! Rich food! Don't be deceived by the people of the Church of the Mysterious God! We Mr. Fool and the Poseidon Church He is the most trustworthy!"

After saying that, he turned around and entered the cabin. There were some random noises and shouts on the "Poseidon".

Cattleya and Alger looked at each other.

Alger coughed and said bravely: "Please, build a trestle for our boat, otherwise the food will be damaged."

Cattleya smiled and did not refuse.

Soon, the food on the "Poseidon" was also brought down by the crew, and a strong fragrance immediately penetrated the noses of Derrick and other Silver City residents. It was the familiar meat and mushrooms being roasted. The smell is indescribable, quite strange, and slightly pungent.

But they didn't prepare enough tables, so they had to spread out large tablecloths so that people could sit down and have a picnic.

The smell was so enticing that it caused everyone's saliva to secrete wildly and their stomachs to wake up.

"Dissi-style barbecue." The panting Daniz pointed at a crew member.

The crewman was carrying a large steel plate, in which were placed pieces of meat that were roasted until the grease leaked out and became slightly golden, with cumin, basil and other spices evenly sprinkled on top.

"Steak, pan-fried fish, white bread, seafood soup, light beer..." Daniz introduced them one by one, and finally said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about anything. You can completely relax your stomach. We have plenty of food." Food reserves.”

After speaking, he glanced at the "half-giants" with their necks stretched out, and showed a proud smile with his head held high.

"This, is this normal food?" Haim, the friend who was talking to Derrick, stopped whispering and looked straight at one of the long tables, his Adam's apple moving up and down.

The smell of food was everywhere, and the smell of delicious meat and fat was everywhere. He no longer knew where to look.

"...Right." Derrick sniffed and couldn't help but swallow.

They had never seen normal food except blackface grass and various mushroom apples. The meat of those monsters comes out in different colors but is equally unpalatable, and can even lead to poisoning.

"Demon Hunter" Colin stared for a few seconds and looked at Gehrman.

Although Colin believed that Mr. Fool's subordinates would not murder him and others, he still habitually sought advice from the divine messengers around him.

Klein nodded calmly and at the same time nodded towards "Nim".

"This is not a divine favor, it is a welcome ceremony we give you."

"...Thank you." Colin finally showed a relieved smile on his face.

As the divine envoy and the heads of the two cities reached cooperation, amidst the rumbling operation of the metal giant, the reception banquet of the people of the Eastern Continent officially began. Klein was also among them, and he felt as if he had participated in the flowing water banquet in the countryside.

Derrick and Klein walked to the long table against the wall almost at the same time, sat on some inappropriate chairs, and each took a piece of the most tempting so-called Disi barbecue in a tacit understanding.

After one bite, the full juice, the fragrance mixed in the texture and the pure meaty texture formed a complex and layered experience in their mouths. They just chewed twice and couldn't wait to swallow the food into their stomachs in order to Take a bite.

"It smells so good..." Before Derrick could finish his words, he couldn't help but take another big bite and chew it carefully.

His words also expressed everyone's feelings. Even the simplest cooked dishes were countless times more delicious than the meat and mushrooms they had eaten before.

Before they knew it, these people had eaten so hard that their eyes were filled with tears and their vision was blurred.

Daniz was finally satisfied and couldn't help but cast his gaze in the direction of the "Star Pirates", completely forgetting how scared he was in the first place.

But his provocative look did not receive a response. Instead, he saw the same meaningful smiles from the members of the pirate group.

TBC

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Suddenly, a sailor ran over and gasped:

"Lord God Envoy, they have finished eating. I hope they can have some more!"

...How long have you been hungry? Haven't had a meal? Daniz was startled and said:

"Prepare one more for each of them."

Seeing that the sailor was about to turn around, Daniz quickly added:

"Is it enough? If not, we will immediately organize the crew to go fishing! Alger! Call Alger quickly!"