Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 688 Is faith a very complicated thing?

Alice kept telling Lingge the importance of bloodline to the protagonist. A protagonist without bloodline could neither become a Super Saiyan nor activate Sage Mode. What was the point of her living? Unfortunately, Lingge was not interested in this and just ignored it. This disappointed the genius player. He muttered a few words like "You are blind", "You don't know good people", "I will make you out of reach in the future", and then ran back to his room to play games.

Lingge was the only one left in the small living room. He was not sleepy yet, so he did not go back to his room to sleep. Instead, he sat in a chair in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. As time passed, the night outside the window gradually darkened until the faint light of the star rose could no longer be seen. Perhaps these beautiful and dreamy flowers also needed to rest at night.

Out of consideration for thrift, although there were rusty brass candlesticks nailed to the walls, ceiling and pillars, no candles were lit, so the only lighting function was the one in front of the young man. Three short white candles burned silently on the candlesticks, emitting a weak flame that illuminated a small area around. Apart from this, the rest of the small living room was shrouded in darkness, and there were often sounds of shadows gathering, such as woodworms gnawing at wood and rats and ants eroding the wall, which made people feel inexplicably creepy.

The candlelight flickered, and the firelight elongated the silent figure and cast it on the wall, like a slender and thin flagpole. The hazy halos surrounding the flames flowed over the corners of the table, the back of the chair, and the young man's pale fingertips in the firelight, and were as incomplete as a solar eclipse.

If someone walked into the living room at this moment and saw this scene, they would definitely think that the person sitting there was a statue rather than a real human being.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but with a click, the sound of the door being opened from the inside broke the silence that dominated the night.

A petite figure appeared in the darkness, with a vague outline that vaguely carried a sense of uneasiness and fragility. She held the door frame with one hand and glanced into the living room. After her eyes fell on the young man, she hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke and asked softly, "Lingge, aren't you still asleep?"

"I'm not sleepy." In the dim light, the young man turned his face away, his tone still as calm as ever: "You go to sleep first, Metien."

"I can not sleep."

"What's the matter?"

As for why I couldn’t sleep, the reason was very simple.

"It's about the power of faith and the conception of gods!" Metien saw that his brother was still playing dumb and couldn't help but raise his voice, but soon realized that doing so might wake up others, so he immediately suppressed his voice and whispered: "The Religious Decree was issued to prevent those people from using the summoning ceremony to summon the conception of gods, but we in the Holy Goddess Church will not do this, because we are different, right?"

"Of course it is different." The young man nodded, agreeing with his sister's point of view, and then asked: "But what does this mean? What do you want to express, Metien?"

With the residual light released by the flame, Lingge saw that there was no trace of tiredness between his sister's eyebrows and it seemed that she really couldn't sleep.

Medien said, and then she moved closer little by little, while carefully observing her brother's expression. After finding that he had no intention of stopping her, she was completely relieved and sat down on the chair opposite Lingge with a "whoosh".

The Holy Goddess Cult does not need to summon imaginary gods at all, because the gods they believe in are real, and they are not the kind of extraordinary people or magicians who dare to call themselves true gods after reaching Sequence 2 or Sequence 1, but the only goddess who created this world and endowed all living beings with wisdom and emotions.

"Well, Lingge." After considering his tone, Metien asked carefully, "What do you think of what Grandpa Pancras said?"

"I, I...what I want to say is..."

The pink-haired girl hesitated for a while, then remembered that she had made up her mind in the room just now. How could she back down now? She mustered up the courage to speak out her thoughts: "In this case, there is no need for us to comply with this decree, right? Why not just rebuild Tianxin Church? If we do this, my father will definitely be very happy!"

This was not the first time she had expressed her intention in this regard. It should be said that she had planned it long ago. The classroom on Yunjingkong Island that was exactly the same as Tianxin Church was the most obvious evidence. "It's a good idea."

The young man's first words made Metien smile, but the next words made her fall into deep thought: "But the question is, who are you going to preach to? In the human world, there is a united church. Even animists can only temporarily avoid the edge, let alone us? Without believers, if we just rebuild the church, it will only be an ordinary building. It has nothing to do with the Tianxin Church that Mr. Yang Ke passed on to us, right?"

"Well, I think... we can spread the goddess's teachings to aliens!" Metien's frown suddenly relaxed. She felt that the method she came up with on a whim was perfect, so she said happily: "Just like what Grandpa Pancras did, let more aliens believe in the goddess! No one has ever stipulated that the goddess's teachings can only be followed by humans. Aren't humans and aliens all lives created by the goddess?"

At first glance, there really isn't anything wrong with it.

"But how are you going to preach?" The young man was noncommittal: "Lord Pancras has a firm will and lofty beliefs. He transformed himself into a demon spirit body and was recognized by the aliens. But you are a human, and so am I. Are you sure they are willing to listen to your preaching?"

"Aren't there Sister Saint Shalia and the others?"

Metien's eyes sparkled, brighter than the candlelight: "Sister Saint Xia Liya is a silver elf, sister Olvera is a light elf, sister Leticia is a blood race, sister Yieta is a feather elf, sister Rolena is a mirror elf, they are all aliens, and they are also the descendants of the goddess, the saints of the Goddess of Creation. No one is more suitable than them to preach to aliens, right?"

It has to be said that the plan she made up on the spur of the moment was indeed perfect and without any loopholes. As long as Lingge nodded and agreed now, the Tianxin Church on Yunjingkong Island could be officially opened tomorrow.

There is no need to obey the constraints of laws, no need to be restricted by man-made beliefs, and it has nothing to do with rituals of summoning gods or even the concept of gods. It is just to inherit her father's legacy... This is what the little girl thinks.

But, does Lingge have the same idea?

The young man slowly straightened up, looking directly at the girl sitting opposite him with his golden eyes. The color of his eyes was so clear that they looked empty, giving people a feeling of nothingness, and could only reflect other things, such as the warm pink hair illuminated by the candlelight. His temperament suddenly became serious, and he asked word by word: "Do you know what you want to do, Metien?"

"Eh?" Metien was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of this question. Wasn't the answer obvious?
"Answer me, Metien." Linger didn't give her a chance to pause. He repeated his question, and his tone was a little heavier than the previous one: "Do you really know what you want to do, Metien?"

"Of course I know!"

The pink-haired girl thought her brother was testing her resolve, and answered loudly, not caring whether she would wake up the others: "I want to inherit my father's last wish, rebuild Tianxin Church, and spread the goddess's teachings for him! This is the church that my father left us, and we must not abandon it easily, right, Lingge!"

"So, that's the problem, Metien."

The young man's tone returned to calm, as if the question just now was just an illusion. He said to his confused sister: "You just decided to do this because you don't want to let down Mr. Yang Ke's legacy."

“But in reality, faith is a very complicated thing.”

"And you think of it too purely."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)