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Looking at the smiling Wall, Owen Hart fell into a daze.

He looked around at a loss and saw his father who looked bitter but somewhat relaxed, his grandfather who was sitting there in frustration, silently stroking the sacred book that he never left, as well as the elders and relatives in the family. There are also other senior leaders of the Church of the God of Scholars.

"...What's going on?" He couldn't help but ask.

"It's very complicated to explain in detail. To put it simply, I inherited the priesthood of the God of Scholars from the previous generation." The old man in robes who called himself Wole, the God of Knowledge and Culture, said with a smile, "I don't want to do anything to take advantage of others. It is a dangerous thing, but the priesthood of 'scholar' cannot remain vacant, and I have indeed been working hard in this direction, so I took over this priesthood - of course, I am not the god of scholars now, or in other words, I am. Not just a god of scholars.”

Owen Hart was silent for a while and asked: "So, where is our Majesty?"

Wall shook his head: "You will not be able to see Him again for a long, long time in the future. Maybe in the future, when I gain powerful divine power, I will have enough power to resurrect Him as my secondary god... …But that is destined to be something very far away, and it may take hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. Maybe even the legendary mage will not be able to live long enough to witness that scene with his own eyes.”

Only then did Owen understand where the expressions of the elders came from. He thought for a while and asked, "So, do you want us to believe in and serve you, just like we believed in and served His Majesty back then?"

"I'm not forcing anything." Wall shook his head and said, "You are His devout believers, and I have no intention of insulting your loyalty. But as you can see, I have inherited His priesthood. When I am strong enough to take this priesthood It was impossible to resurrect a part of God before he could be resurrected based on this priesthood.”

Owen lowered his head: "To show your majesty to us losers who have nowhere to return?"

His voice was very soft, but there was an obvious hint of resentment in his tone.

Wall was not angry and said kindly: "Show off or show off? No, I won't be that boring. I just think it is necessary to tell you about this. After all, the future is still far away, and you should always think more about the future. "

Owen understood what this god meant. He was already fifteen years old and no longer a child. He has already been involved in some political matters, and has also studied them specifically.

The God of Knowledge and Culture condescended to visit and demonstrated His divine power. In fact, he wanted to tell the Hart family and the believers of the God of Scholars that the God they believed in could not come back. Now they have no choice but to turn to their faith. There is no other way except Him.

This is not considered cruelty or bullying. As a great god, the God of Knowledge and Culture is gentle in his approach, and can even be said to be quite tolerant.

However, Irving is still unavoidable from disappointment and complaints.

He is not a very devout believer, but he has long been accustomed to believing in the God of Scholars. It has become a part of his life like eating, drinking, and sleeping. Now the God of Knowledge and Culture wants him to change this habit, which is really hard for him to accept.

Naturally, the thoughts in his heart could not be hidden from Wo Er. Looking at this wonderful Holy Son, Wo Er couldn't help but smile again.

It's really amazing. He has never seen, or even imagined, that there would be a Son in the world who was not a devout believer.

This young man named Owen Hart is not the kind of devout believer who believes in the God of Scholars wholeheartedly. Although he understands the teachings of the God of Scholars well and performs them well in life, deep in his heart , but did not quite agree with this set of teachings.

For him, these teachings, this life, and this faith are just a habit.

Yes, it's just a habit.

It's a very strange but reasonable thing, but it makes people care a lot.

He smiled, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Owen's head, and his gentle will, accompanied by warm divine power, flowed into the other person's heart.

"Young man, I don't feel that you are uneasy, but why don't you want to believe in me?"

In the heart, He asks.

Owen, who had communicated with the God of Scholars many times like this, immediately reacted and also answered with his heart: "I have long been accustomed to the life of believing in my Lord. It is a part of my life just like the divine power that once filled this magic tower. I don't want to change it."

"But life will always change," Wall said, "just as people will always grow up."

"What does a short human life mean to the great gods?"

Wall was silent for a moment and said, "I once heard a story from my main god, the great Mask of the Void. Are you interested in hearing it?"

"Of course, I am willing to listen to your teachings."

Then, Owen saw the scenery in front of him change. He was not standing inside the magic tower, but standing in the air, watching a group of tiny bugs swimming in the water.

"This is a very tiny and delicate insect. They are born in spring, grow in summer, lay eggs and die in autumn. The eggs spend one winter, hatch in the next spring, and begin the journey of life." Wall said this The life of a tiny insect was demonstrated in front of the boy. "Its life is so short that it is completely impossible to know what 'winter' is and what 'year' is."

The young man nodded, but he didn't understand why He was demonstrating these.

The picture turned, showing a large turtle crawling slowly in the swamp. Its back was covered with mottled patterns, and it looked like a huge rock. There were even a lot of weeds growing on the rock.

"This is an ancient turtle living in the Great Swamp. Its life is very monotonous. It sleeps when it is full and eats again when it wakes up. Every once in a while, it will become drowsy due to the tidal cycle of magic power and start a life similar to hibernation - from one hibernation to the next hibernation, it is about a thousand years."

The young man looked at the slow giant turtle in surprise, marveling at its long life.

The picture changed again, turning into a tiny flying insect in the air. It was flying, very fast and agile at first, but it slowed down after a while. They gathered in pairs, mated, laid eggs, and then died.

"This is another kind of small insect. It only takes one day from hatching to death, and some may take two or three days." Woer said, "Their lives are so short that they can't even know a week."

The picture continued to change, turning into a towering ancient tree, and each drooping branch looked like an ordinary tree.

"This is a sacred tree. It has been hundreds of thousands of years since its birth..."

"Great God, what do you want to tell me?" Owen asked doubtfully.

"I asked the same question at the beginning, and then His Majesty the Void Mask told me that whether it is those insects with short lives or the sacred trees that live longer than most gods, they actually live only 'one life'."

"Short life is not something to lament, and long life is not something to be proud of. In the face of the long river of time, even gods may not be truly immortal. Therefore, as long as you live seriously and live seriously once, you will be satisfied." Woer said, "The fallen God of Scholars undoubtedly lived seriously once, what about you?"

Owen was silent for a long time, and finally knelt in front of Him.