Chapter 508 God

"Lord Macdonald, what do you think about myths and the like?"

Aldridge popped the question.

McDonald was stunned for a moment, wondering why Aldrich asked this.

Damn it, are you discussing academic issues with yourself? But I'm not a bachelor in the bachelor's tower.

"Huh? Are you two great scholars specifically calling me, a big boss, to make a fool of myself?"

The old marshal said complainingly.

He picked up the tea cup on the table, blew away the tea leaves floating on the water, and took a small sip.

A bitter but fragrant feeling spreads in the mouth.

"All my life, I have been focused on how to lead soldiers in war. Myth? I heard my mother tell it when I was a child and refused to sleep. When I grew up, I listened to the choir singing in the church. Maybe I will also tell it when I am bored. Let the grandchildren listen, but if you want me to have any insights, what insights can I have? All I can do is listen to what others say and then tell others.”

"I know there are some scholars or theologians who specialize in this. Maybe you should call these professional colleagues."

The old marshal complained repeatedly. After feeling that the tea in the cup was not very palatable, he drank it all in a few big gulps, just like drinking.

"Lord MacDonald."

Alvi stroked his beard and laughed, "So do you think the stories in the myth really happened?"

"Huh?" McDonald was very confused.

These scholars!

"I can only say that some of them happened, and some of them were fabricated or exaggerated, right? Isn't it your job as scholars to find out the truth about this? Why are you asking me?"

Aldrich said: "Okay, now we're going to get into something touchy."

Coming? Macdonald regained his caution.

"What do you think of the Lord of Light and the Church?"

MacDonald frowned, thinking, on the one hand, about the question itself, and on the other hand, Aldrich's intention in asking this question.

The two bachelors did not urge him to answer, but waited quietly.

After a long time, he said slowly: "I can only tell you this, I believe in gods and worship gods. I feel that there is indeed a great being behind this world who controls everything. He is both omniscient and omnipotent. but……"

Here, the old marshal stopped, obviously hesitating whether to say the following words.

"Oh, Lord Macdonald, please go ahead and say it. Once your words enter our ears, they will never get out again."

Jalvi assured him.

MacDonald breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Well, with my short-term wisdom, my point of view may be wrong. Our God..."

At this time, the old marshal stopped. His hands were gesticulating irregularly, as if he couldn't find the right words to continue to explain his point of view.

"According to the church, our God should be an existence transcending [form], at least transcending the matter we know, so in my opinion, He is a concept and a rule. It is a spirit that does not depend on entities. I think the gap between a great being like God and us mortals is greater than the gap between us mortals and ants. We and ants are both dependent on matter. Exists. But...do we care how a nest of ants lives? Do we care if the ants make mistakes? Do we care if the ants are suffering? Do we care if the ants need our help? And the description of God in the Bible... He will punish humans when they make mistakes. If you perform well, He will reward you Encourage, He will help mankind when they encounter difficulties. The God in the Bible is just like a caring mother... Ahem, Father in heaven, please forgive my inappropriate wording... He is like a majestic and enthusiastic person. Everyone cares about humanity."

Marshal Macdonald's words made the two bachelors Aldrich and Alvi widen their eyes. They did not expect that such words would come from the mouth of a general who was leading the army in the war.

MacDonald also recognized their emotions and did not interpret their surprise as shock at his own deviance.

"This is a little shallow thinking on my part."

He showed a rare shy expression and hurriedly picked up the tea to cover it up.

After all, the person in front of him was a famous scholar throughout the empire.

At this time, Aldrich clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Very interesting insights, Mr. MacDonald."

Yalvi also said: "You don't have to worry at all. In fact, we... also have similar doubts."

"Oh..." McDonald felt relieved.

Jalvi said in a low voice: "The reason why we ask you this is because we are worried about your attitude towards the church."

MacDonald said without hesitation: "Then I will reply to you two in the same way. You don't have to worry at all. My loyalty to the empire and His Highness Antonio is placed before my religious stance."

"Besides..."

He paused for a moment, but finally chose to continue, "Given my thinking about God, I don't think an organization made up of mortals can fully represent His will."

"I am impressed by your rationality and loyalty, Lord MacDonald."

Alvi's eyes were filled with admiration.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

"Now let's return to the content of the myth itself..."

…

Collins General Simon Fedotov stared at the defeated army in front of him in amazement.

"Three thousand people, a full three thousand people, and only a few hundred of you are back?"

He shouted angrily at the subordinates in charge of commanding the vanguard.

Just as he was leading the main force to Hydra with great ambition, he actually met the fleeing vanguard on the road.

They actually lost the battle! This shocked Fedotov.

The commander of the vanguard was also among the fleeing soldiers. The poor guy was named Harper. Just like the army he commanded, his own situation was very bad.

Harper's cheeks were swollen and bulging high, and a piece of rag was wrapped around his head, and bright red blood oozed out of it. His left eye seemed to have been hit hard, and the eye socket and the surrounding area were all purple bruises. From a distance, he looked like a big pig head.

Fedotov was furious. The Eaton people chose to beat him up and put him back after not killing him, which was definitely a naked humiliation to him.

Fedotov grabbed Harper's collar fiercely, "What's going on? How did you become like this?"

Harper burst into tears. He was really ashamed now.

"General, you must avenge us. We...we..."

"Speak!"

"We encountered groups of wizards?"

"Wizards? Harper! You are not making fun of me, are you? Or are you making excuses for your defeat?"

"I didn't lie to you!" Harper fell to his knees.

"All my men can testify!"