She Chooses To Destroy the World

"The new master knight is a girl", although this statement came from the village head, it is actually not more easily recognized by the villagers than the two views of "the knight master is a monster" and "the knight master is a demon". After all, their previous master, Lord Reynolds, is not much different from monsters and demons, but the female knight has never seen anyone. There are also people who would rather die than admit that they have made a mistake. Even if they saw Alice herself at close range, they still insisted that Master Knight’s girly form was just a disguise of a devil.

In this case, it will take about a day or two for the entire village to understand that the new landlord master is just an ordinary female knight. Fortunately, no matter whether the "new master knight" is a girl, a monster or a demon, it does not make a big difference to the villagers. When it is time to pay the rent, everyone will pay the rent on time as usual in exchange for continuing. The right to rent land here.

No matter who the landlord is, as long as there is land to grow, everyone will always be able to survive.

Although it will take a while for everyone to adjust to the new landlord, at least now the Peggy family has figured out that the new knight master is not interested in their daughter, and this lunch can finally be in a pleasant atmosphere. Go on. Lisa's mother made a kind of roast chicken that the local entertainers often make. The specific method is to fill a large roasting pan with potatoes, carrots and other vegetables suitable for roasting, and then bury a whole chicken covered with rock salt in the vegetables Among them, sprinkle with spices and put them on the stove until the chicken is filled with the sweetness of vegetables. This kind of West Felix-style farm food suits Alice’s appetite. She ate a large plate in accordance with the habit of being a mercenary in the past, giving the credibility of "Master Knight is a Girl" among the villagers. He lowered his mind a little bit.

After lunch, someone said that Reynolds had left and his house was now being cleaned, so please visit the master knight and the village chief.

Unexpectedly, the villagers here are quite efficient.

Alice followed the old village chief to Reynolds's house. This house is the most magnificent in the whole village. It originally belonged to the Martin Knight. After the death of Martin Knight, this house and the village land fell into Reynolds's hands. Now that Reynolds has left with all his belongings, this house has automatically become Alice's property. Although he did not leave even a copper coin to Alice, large furniture such as tables, chairs, benches, beds, wardrobes, etc. were not so easy to remove, and the ledgers that recorded the income of the village’s land were left as useless things. She was a big favor.

Alice looked around and found that the overall situation of the house was quite satisfactory, and she could move in with a little care. If it hadn't been for Alice to know that she was going to stay in Yunqi Castle, it would be impossible to stay here for a long time, she would really want to live here. Maybe in the future, when she gets older, she will have the opportunity to live here all the time, just like Martin Knight.

After seeing the house, Alice should sort out the accounts in the village.

The ledger is readily available, but the accountant in the village is not there. The village chief said that the only accountant in the village was hired by several nearby villages. Recently, he was checking the accounts in a neighboring village and he couldn't come back within one or two days.

This is really bad news, and Alice didn't plan to stay here that long at once.

The village chief suggested Alice to do it herself. According to him, the accounts in the village are not too complicated, even a novice can sort them out, and as a landlord, she should have a little understanding of the local situation in the accounts.

Alice never thought that she would have to do such a thing. However, considering that there are so many servants under the Duchess, she still has to bury her head in the case every day, and it seems necessary for her to check the accounts in person.

"Can you come and help?" She asked the village chief, "Although I know a little bit of math, I have never done anything like sorting out accounts, and I always feel unsure."

The village chief scratched his head and laughed happily:

"Oh, you are embarrassing me. Although I can be regarded as a rare cultural person in the village, I can only identify a few common seals and document titles. As for the arithmetic... Okay. Let me help organize the accounts, I'm afraid it will get worse and worse."

Although Alice had already estimated the education level of the villagers, she did not expect even the village chief to be illiterate. She asked him two more questions, not expecting to find someone to help, but in the end she only got this answer:

"There are also a few students in our village, but they are still studying in the city before the holiday. There is really nothing that can help. People like you who can read and count can already be counted. Shang is the most learned in the village now!"

Alice, who was taught literacy and arithmetic by her mother only when she was a child, but had never studied for a day, instinctively despaired of the situation in front of her. But as the new owner of the land in the village, he has to organize his books. She had to reluctantly sit at the table and turned over the ledger with a sad face.

The old village chief was right, the accounts in the village were still concise and easy to understand, even a novice like Alice could figure it out. But she still couldn't pay attention after reading two pages, so she lay on the table and called out her god:

"Cethrian—"

The gods that would usually appear when they called, did not show up at this moment, and I don't know if they ran to provide support to others. Or maybe he just pretended to run elsewhere to avoid the question Alice wanted to ask. Alice, who could not get a response from the gods, forced herself to focus on the ledger a little frustrated. But for Alice, who had never done any math training, this process was too painful. Not long after watching it, Alice began to unconsciously pull her hair. Fortunately, the seventeen-year-old girl has not been worried about hair loss for the time being, otherwise she would have to make herself bald.

Just when she was tortured to death by the numbers on the ledger, an uncontrollable laugh suddenly came from behind her:

"Pouch."

If ordinary people encounter this situation, they will most likely be shocked by this sudden sound. But Alice has long been accustomed to Cecilian appearing from all sorts of strange places. She rubbed her eyes, and slumped forward on the table again, asking him in an urn voice:

"Where did you go again?"

"Always here," Cecilian replied, "I'm just a little curious about what you will be tortured by the ledger, so I watched it a bit."

If this is a human being, Alice will definitely punch him twice, but Circelian has no physicality. Even if he has it, it is very likely that he will be condemned if he really hits him, so forget it.

"Don't be angry," Cecilian said. "I just want to know more about humans."

Alice is not really angry, but she does have something to ask. She stretched out her hand in the direction of the voice, fumbled for Circelian’s invisible fingers, and asked him the question that had bothered her before:

"I suddenly called out your name when I was competing with Reynolds before. What is going on? I didn't want to call you."

Cecilian seemed to spend a little time searching for the right words to explain:

"...That's a homology."

"homology?"

"When the relationship between the gods and the believers is too close, this happens sometimes." Cecilian said, "The appearance of cohomology may not be a sign, it only happens randomly when the believer has a strong desire for something. At that moment , The gods and the believers become one, and all the power of the gods can be poured into the believers for their use."

"God's... all power?"

"In theory, this is the case, but in reality, the power of many gods tends to be infinite, and believers can only obtain what they need. The ancient heroes recorded in your history often burst out with amazing power at critical moments. That kind of power comes from homology, but humans don’t understand the principles, they can only record phenomena."

"I thought those were just legends."

"Legends are all evolved from reality." Circe explained to her quietly, "Human eyes observe and record the world from a variety of different angles, but there are permanent existences in the nature of the world, and some Things will never change."

"Like you."

"like me."

When talking about such things with Cecilian, the topic will always shift in a metaphysical direction. He is the constancy in the universe, but at this time he is talking to her in this small study. If you want to start from this perspective, you can talk about topics that you can't finish talking about in a lifetime. If you are not careful, you will deviate. Alice tried her best to bring the subject back to what she desperately wanted to know at the moment:

"I have never heard of homology or anything like it in reality." Alice said, "I met many people when I was a mercenary, and most of them were Beltchi believers. Some people are always endless. There are no prayers. Some people say that the gods will speak to them, but no one has ever done anything amazing that looks like an ancient hero."

"This is because the distance between gods and people has become farther." Cecilian told her, "The twelve gods that are enshrined in the temple today have also wandered in this world like humans. The gods used to recruit believers themselves and talked to them face to face...just like we are now. At that time, the distance between gods and human heroes was not as far away as it is now."

"In that era, have you ever been in the same tune with others?"

"Never." Cecilian put his hand on Alice's shoulder and stroked her back with her fingers. "I am a sleeping god. When the gods wandered on the ground looking for believers, I still There is not much ability to freely manipulate the power of dreams."

So she was the first person to tune with him.

Alice sat up straight, bit her finger and thought for a while:

"So what you just said was not personal experience, but second-hand experience from other gods?"

"Yes, so like you, I need to spend a lot of time to restore the balance of the energy I control and return to the original state. The coherence happened suddenly and it was a bit unprepared, but...I am very happy. "

At the end of Cecilia's words, the ending is slightly upturned, with a touch of sweetness that is rare in ordinary times. The not-so-noticeable pleasure passed to Alice's ears, making her feel as if she was being scratched at her heart by a feather, or tasted a drop of honey in milk.

When Cecilian's voice was heard for the first time in the temple, Alice only felt that his voice was gentle, indistinguishable from male and female, and quite divine—in other words, there was no emotional ups and downs in it. But later, she was gradually able to distinguish the emotional fluctuations in his words through her tone of voice. The fluctuations are subtle, but not completely different. Alice didn't know whether it was deliberate or unintentional. But she was pleasantly surprised to discover the similarities between Him and humans, as if she found soft shellfish in a rocky oyster shell.

This made her think he was cute.

"I'm also very happy to be in tune with you." She said, "Although it feels a bit weird, it passes too fast, and I haven't had time to grasp the feeling... In fact, I hope you can talk to me again now. Same tune once."

She put ten fingers into her hair and asked as she tugged:

"If we are in the same tune again and let me use your power as I want, is it possible for me to figure out all these accounts in five minutes?"

"Cohomology can be met but not sought." Circilian said, "Even if we all have a strong desire for it, cohomology is not something that can happen at any time. At least, I have never heard of anyone or a **** who does it. Having reached this point, and coherence can sometimes be very dangerous. If a believer inadvertently summons energy beyond the range of his physical body, and the gods fail to block the flow of energy in time, this kind of power is likely to affect humans. The flesh is torn to pieces."

"Forget it, even if we can summon homology, my brain will explode because it can't carry too much computing power." Alice said a little arrogantly, "Perhaps I should give up my faith and worship the goddess of business instead. Even if I can’t synchronize, at least let her come first and bless me to understand these accounts...or do you have this ability?"

She turned around, looking at the fluctuating air hopefully:

"can you?"

She felt her hand being held.

"Compared with the business goddess, I may not be so good at auditing. But the people who worshipped me before...they like numbers..."

"They prayed a lot to you, so you must have the supernatural power of calculation." Alice suddenly became energetic, holding Circelian's invisible palm with both hands and praying to him, "Help I, at least give me some math skills, so that I can finish this thing quickly."

In most of the time, Circillian never let Alice down. But at this time, Cecilian rejected Alice's request for the first time and sincerely stated the best solution to the problem:

"Unfortunately, there are no shortcuts to mathematics. If you want to increase your mathematical ability, the best way is to practice more."

It seemed that even a **** could not solve all the problems for her with his divine power.

Alice sighed disappointedly, took Circillian's hand with both hands, and leaned her forehead on his arm.

She had just stayed like this for a while, when the old village chief’s surprised voice suddenly came from the door:

"What are you doing?"