only god

Chapter 547: At the end of life, drink bitter wine

The next day, out of the blue, Belfan said to other scholars: Let's have a feast before leaving.

For many years, they have been immersed in academic research, day and night. Due to differences in beliefs, customs, ages, and academic restrictions, they have never held a banquet.

But now, the research on the path of divine creation has stopped. Before leaving, they have free time almost every day.

As soon as this farewell banquet was proposed, it received many promises from scholars. Everyone knew that this banquet was extraordinary, so they asked the servants to bring fine wine, delicious cold food, and Arrange for the palace chefs to prepare hot dishes on the day of the banquet.

There are countless restaurants in the palace. It is not difficult to find a room that no one is using. It is also easy to hide it from the eyes of Alaire and others. Maybe even if the latter know, they will not take it to heart, let alone come. Stop this party.

In the evening, the scholars came to the restaurant one after another. The servants had already laid out all kinds of food. After the fire, a large amount of food was transported to the royal city. The cost of hosting a banquet was far less than before.

Scholars all knew that this was the last banquet. After the banquet, it was time to say goodbye, so they temporarily forgot the troubles of the past, the dwarves' difficulties, and academic disputes, and immersed themselves in this banquet wholeheartedly. among.

The servants sprinkled gold powder in the restaurant, and under the torch, the entire restaurant looked gleaming with gold. The food on the table was sumptuous. Although it was not as luxurious as the banquet where Kraft was assassinated, it was still worthy of these scholars from all over the world.

The wine was poured into the glasses one by one, and the scholars looked at Belfan happily, waiting for the "host" to announce the start of the banquet.

“Just drink, feel free to eat.

You may not know something,

We dwarves have two major responsibilities in this world, one is forging and the other is drinking. "

Belfan raised the wine glass in his hand and said loudly.

Just as the soldiers heard the war horn and Belfan gave the order, the scholars began to celebrate. They buzzed and talked like bees, making cheerful sounds from time to time.

"It is true that you dwarves have two great obligations;

It can be said that living happily is the obligation of all mortals. "

A scholar raised his voice.

There was a burst of laughter at the banquet. The scholars seemed to have never been so happy. Each of them threw away the reserve of philosophers and began to wolf down the food on the table. They also talked about various gossips and anecdotes. , some are from Carl Lund, some are from their own hometown or other countries.

The affair in the temple, the divorce of the noble lady, the undead haunting under the tombstone, Deschanel's opera... people talked happily about everything that could be discussed.

Belfan was also immersed in it. Normally, he was a cautious and steady scholar. At this time, he turned into a dwarf visiting Fireworks Willow Alley. While drunk, he talked with others about things that only men would talk about. The more he talked, the more The deeper you go, the more eye-opening it becomes for other scholars. No one would have thought that an alchemist like Belfan would actually talk about rose-colored flesh and the smell of lilacs.

The scholars had a great time at this banquet. They were now connected with academics. Some people from the same country sang songs of their hometown, and some people set their sights on the vases or potted plants in the restaurant, and they picked them without mercy. They came down and woven garlands and put them on each other. Some people thought of the pain of separation, hugged the scholars around them, and started crying. Some couldn't find the scholars to hug, so they hugged the servants nearby, A burst of crying.

At this banquet, barriers such as race, belief, age, clan, knowledge, etc. all disappeared. People were like disembodied souls, just like the great plain in poetry: the heroes were there, enjoying themselves.

"This garland should be given to you!"

A scholar woven a garland and put it on Belfan's head.

Belfan laughed happily. He stood up and looked around at the various scholars on the scene. They were all full of wine and food, enjoying the pure joy of the banquet.

The scholar held the rough garland and stood in front of the main seat like a king. He seemed to be inspecting his subjects and said:
“Laugh as much as you like, we’ll be apart soon.

When I go to the underworld, I will show off the joy of this day to the judges. "

A burst of laughter broke out at the banquet. At this banquet, people joked about "life" or "death" wantonly. After all, no one would really impulsively die in this joy.

"Is there a female judge in the underworld? I am a true believer. I will not go to the underworld after I die."

"There must be, otherwise how can the judges judge women fairly?"

"What are you talking about? It doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman. Are you saying that a judge will be seduced by a woman?"

"Hey, if you think about it, maybe female judges can be seduced by men too! It doesn't matter whether they are men or women!"

The scholars laughed and talked freely about the scenes in the underworld.

While laughing, Belfan asked someone to fill the glass with wine, then took out a bottle and sprinkled some powder-like substance into it. No one noticed this small action.

"No matter what, death is inevitable for all mortals!"

Belfan, wearing a wreath on his head, raised his glass and said,
"Perhaps, after I drink this glass of wine, I will go to the underworld in a moment."

There was another burst of laughter at the party.

One scholar said:

"When you go to the underworld, you must write to us and tell us if there is a female judge!"

Another scholar said drunkenly:
"Oh, I always hope to meet a female judge. Although I am a fat man, when I was young, I was a real handsome man."

There was a burst of laughter in the hall, and even the servants laughed.

Belfan also followed the rhythm of the banquet and laughed, as if he had made a trivial joke.Then, in full view of everyone, Belfan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"This is such a bitter drink!"

Belfan stuck out his tongue, then looked around at the crowd and said:
"However, even if it is a cup of poisonous wine, I will drink it all."

Scholars burst into agreement.

"You're right, poisonous wine is also wine!"

"If there is only one last glass of wine left in the world, even if it is poisonous wine, we have the obligation to drink it."

"Drink, drink, let's drink the poisonous wine too!"

As they exchanged cups, no one noticed that Belfan's face was getting paler.

After everyone had finished their round, Belfan pointed to the empty wine glass and said seriously:

"This is really a poisonous drink!"

At this moment, everyone laughed. No one believed what he said. They regarded it as a trivial joke and as a condiment for the banquet.

Belfan grabbed the servant next to him and asked him to bring him a piece of paper and a pen.

Then, he held up the wreath and faced the crowd and said:
"Sing to your heart's content, drink to your heart's content, the time for the bitter drink has come."

People laughed and were immersed in joy. The servants added more wine and more dishes. The heavy smell of wine echoed in the restaurant. People continued to talk about all kinds of strange things and cursed Alaire and others. despicable.

Belvan laughed with them, buzzing like a bee, and looked very pale in the dim light of the torches.

His vision became darker and darker, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and his body gradually lost strength, as if a knife had been stabbed into his abdomen.

When people noticed that his face was pale, the servants brought paper and pens.

"Seriously, it's time for me to die."

Belfan said with a smile, and the people burst into joy again.

Amidst the laughter, he held the quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote words one after another on the paper. He held the garland while writing. When he wrote something he was not satisfied with, he deliberately crossed out and rewritten. His face became paler and paler. At this time, people suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Ah, this world is so painful."

As he spoke, he looked at everyone,

"You are all my friends. After this, just treat my life as a story and tell it to others."

The scholars were all confused at this time, and they looked at Belfan in confusion.

"Belfan, of course we are happy to do it for you. You are the pioneer and the forerunner!"

"Your story should be praised by thousands of people."

"Belfan, praise you for the knowledge you have brought to us over the years, and praise you for the joy today!"

As this sentence fell, people raised their glasses happily again.

Belfan forced out a smile, supported his body and said:
“The protagonists in many stories in this world are always downplayed in their pain and emphasized in their glory when they are told.

Dear friends, let me remind you,
Don’t hide my pain,
Because I am in pain, I am real..."

After finishing speaking, Belfan lost all his strength. His head fell straight on the dining table, and his body fell back on the chair. He seemed to be in a coma and fell asleep. The wreath on his head followed the pen and paper. fell to the ground.

Belvan is dead.

Because, at the end of life, you should drink bitter wine.

People were stunned for a moment, and it took them a while to react. They panicked and rushed to Belfan, surrounding him.

The joy was fleeting and was replaced by chaos. Everyone was like ants on a hot pot.
In the chaos, someone picked up Belfan's piece of paper that had fallen to the ground. Those were his last words.

On the scrawled and revised letter paper, he wrote crookedly:
Many years later, many years later...

When God creates a way and spreads it throughout the world, people will remember me,

Maybe some people think of me as a prophet, a shepherd, or even a god.

But my friends,

please remember,
I, Belfan, am just a genius.

(End of this chapter)