bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 257

"No, how does this thing work—"

Han Dongwen said anxiously, he doesn't care about the bullshit dynasty, and he doesn't care whether the bullshit makes gods or not, he just wants to survive.

Life-saving things, at least one must know how to use them, he couldn't help shouting loudly, stretching out his left hand as if to grab Gao in front of him.

"Your Highness...Your Highness?"

The timid voice of Xiao Hongdou came to his ears, as if waking up from a big dream, the scene of the bedroom once again came into Han Dongwen's eyes.

But this will definitely not be a dream. The shining silver armor plate on Han Dongwen's outstretched left forearm is the best proof. The emerald green emerald inlaid on it is like a flowing lake, and Han Dongwen has seen it many times. React to what happened.

"Study ink!"

Han Dongwen stood up from the chair, plunged into the study, rummaged through the blank paper, and casually grabbed a writing brush placed in the gold-leaf wooden pen bed, and rushed to the desk.

The little red bean who was startled came back to his senses, quickly took a Miyun sand inkstone, and prepared a gauze ink ingot, brought it to the desk, took a small water bowl inlaid with agate, and was about to turn around go out.

"You don't need to fetch water, just use tea."

Han Dongwen waved his hand, and Xiao Hongdou was stunned for a moment, then sat down at the table again, took a small copper spoon and sprinkled the cooled tea into the inkstone, and began to grind quietly and steadily.

"Your Highness, if you use tea to grind the ink, it will make the ink more impurities, uneven and uneven."

Even though she said so, the movements of her hands were not slow at all, amidst the delicate but not harsh grinding sound, the inkstone was soon full of ink.

Han Dongwen folded his right hand wide sleeve, dipped in the ink, and began to write vigorously. Although the handwriting was not very good, after all, Wen Yongxing had taught him a lot during this period, and the speed was a bit sloppy. At first glance, it looks like that.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how the ink is. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are not important."

As he spoke, he retracted his pen and let out a long sigh:

"The written word is the most important thing."

He wrote notes.

It's not the first time that he talked with the riddle man, Prince Gao, and this time, he revealed something that sounded very unclear. Han Dongwen could only copy it down like a fucking chanting Buddha, lest he forget something again detail.

The first line of the note records the evil disaster, and the next one is the creation of gods.

The meaning is simple and easy to understand, and the creation of gods has produced evil disasters.

In this order, Han Dongwen's notes basically recorded the cause and effect of most things that can be grasped at present:

Because they want to create gods, the church needs a carrier.

Because it needs a carrier, the church needs the cooperation of the ecumenical.

Because the cooperation of the Grand Duke is needed, the Church seizes power.

He looked at the notes he had copied down and pondered. The little red bean on the side strictly abided by the rules of serving, and only knelt and grinded at the side table used for reading at the far side, so that His Highness didn't have to worry about letting the servants see what they shouldn't see .

Han Dongwen thought for a moment, then picked up the pen again, circled the last two sentences, and put a question mark lightly.

Does the carrier have to cooperate with Dagong?
It doesn't seem to be the case. In the cathedral that day, Gascon clearly called Han Dongwen the carrier.

He thought for a while, picked up the pen to cross out the word carrier, and picked up the pen again to write the word "falling things".

Because you want to create gods, you need to descend.

Prince Gao didn't want the church to succeed in creating gods, so he needed Simeng to take back the surrender.

He moved the pen up to this point, and suddenly stopped with his wrist hanging in the air.

No, what Prince Gao wants is not what Simeng took from West Asia, what he wants is...

What he wants is to take the surrender exchange between Simeng and West Asia out of the country.

Han Dongwen frowned, and wrote another line:
Because to prevent god-making, it is necessary to bring things out of the country.

After finishing writing, Han Dongwen dried the new line of ink and stared at it for a long time, his heart beating a little faster.

Because he has discovered that this sentence is not aimed at West Asia.

Because it is necessary to prevent the creation of gods in West Asia, it is necessary to bring the descendants of West Asia out of the border of West Asia.

Because it is necessary to prevent Simeng from making gods, it is necessary for Simeng to bring things out of the border of Simeng.

Using this sentence to explain Gao's instructions makes perfect sense!

"He doesn't want Simeng to make gods too."

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and thought to himself.

Gao didn't want Si Meng to make gods, that is to say, Si Meng actually had the possibility of making gods?
He originally thought that the exchange of surrenders was related to the so-called Shenguang who opened the server to kill people, and even assumed that the surrenders were some kind of GPS-like device, which was used to guide and locate Shenguang to take away these rulers.

Only in this way can it be explained that Wen Yongxing was taken away by Jiangwu instead of himself, but as for why there is a divine light, there is still no even a reasonable explanation.

When Tilda in the original timeline disappeared, maybe she was also carrying the Holy Grail?

Then the real purpose of Shenguang is not to take away the kings of various regions, but just to take away the treasure called "Falling Things". Han Dongwen, Tilda, and other leaders who disappeared from other countries are actually just buried with them?

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Xiao Hongdou looked at Han Dongwen's expression a little ugly, and couldn't help asking.

Han Dongwen nodded silently, wrote the last two lines, and drew a circle heavily.

"The pillar of light will take away the falling objects, and the pillar of light will prevent the birth of gods."

He has read many such novels.

What kind of existence would be afraid of the birth of a new god?
gods that already exist.

"The beam of light comes from God."

Han Dongwen read silently, stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, crumpled the written paper into a ball and held it in his hand, walked to the small stove where the red beans were used to cook water, and threw the paper ball into the fire.

He watched for a long time as the ball of paper stretched out in the high temperature and flames, slowly turned yellow, smoked, and finally turned into a piece of black ash.

After confirming that there were no traces left, Han Dongwen let out a long breath, and sat down in front of Xiaohongdou wearily: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Hongdou hurriedly shook her head, lifted the inkstone on the small table, sat up carefully, and looked at Han Dongwen, not knowing what to say.

"Bian Zhou...will he worship God?"

Han Dongwen asked suddenly.

Xiao Hongdou was taken aback, she didn't know why His Highness suddenly jumped to such a topic, she thought for a while and said, "I...my family doesn't really believe in it, but there are many people in the folk, such as the old fairy, the land, the Stove Lord, If you want to say goodbye, there are people who will say goodbye.”

She was a little cautious in what she said, and she didn't know if such an answer would satisfy His Highness.

But judging from His Highness's rather frustrated expression, it was obviously not a good answer.

"There are so many gods..."

Han Dongwen sighed. He felt that it should not be in this direction. The other party created an Almighty God Lord, and Simeng created a Stove Lord to fight. It seems that it is not a matter of the same level.

West Asia created a god with flesh and blood as a carrier, which can cause a catastrophe that affects a large version in the original timeline. If Simeng creates a kitchen king, what will happen?
Pots and pans all over the world going crazy?

"Is there such a god?"

Han Dongwen stretched out his left hand and drew a big circle on the table, saying, "That's the kind of omnipotent super god who can control everyone, everyone believes in him, and is blessed by him?"

Xiao Hongdou wanted to laugh slightly, but she restrained her mouth and tried her best to keep a straight face and said: "It should be... no, I haven't heard of it in Bianzhou. There are many people who believe in immortals, but they are like the West Asians. I’m afraid I didn’t invest in it.”

"Is that so..."

Han Dongwen sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

Si Meng was stitched from the hometown Han Dongwen is most familiar with. After thinking about it carefully, he found that there seemed to be no such positioning.

The common people also believe in and respect the gods of all kinds, but they don't affect their lives that much. They usually just go to the incense on weekdays, and only ask the gods for help when something really happens. It's more like a utilitarian contractual relationship.

As for those who release animals and eat fast, in essence, it seems that the root of belief that affects life does not come from this land.

"Does the Jade Emperor count? Then there is Tathagata Buddha, which sounds like Taka's thing again. Speaking of Journey to the West, it's pretty good..."

Han Dongwen smiled wryly and thought about it in his heart. The little red bean on the opposite side looked at him, thought for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, I haven't seen this arm just now."

Han Dongwen came back to his senses, looked at the silver armor inlaid with jade on his hand, and paused for two or three seconds before reacting:

"What did you just say this was?"

(End of this chapter)