Chapter 384 Chapter 40

Chapter 384 -40- The True Ancestor's "Gaze"

Charlotte felt that she still paid too little attention to the believers.

Before she knew it, she felt that she couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the believers.

It can be seen that although she has spread the belief in the blood wolf tribe, it is the belief of the "True Ancestor", and logically speaking, it should have nothing to do with "Charlotte".

But now it seems that the believers have begun to saintize "Charlotte"?

Charlotte's heart moved slightly and fell into deep thought.

"Saintification" is an essential step in the process of revival of the gods.

After browsing through Albrecht's many memories of the gods, Charlotte also has a fairly in-depth understanding of them.

The gods who have just recovered are too weak, and often choose to stay behind the scenes, cultivating their true believers and dependents to run for them, creating opportunities for restoring their strength.

The chosen believers are called saints.

The saints are the representatives of the true God, and they are also favored by the gods, and they will have the power bestowed by the gods.

What Misha is doing now is to bind "Charlotte" and "Saints" with faith.

However, it is also different.

In Charlotte's view, the "Charlotte" in the maid Misha's narration sounds more detached than ordinary saints.

For example, some of the statements of the demihuman maid are quite vague, such as "representing the will of our lord", "her power is the power of our lord" and so on.

This blurring of the boundary between man and god is no longer as simple as a believer, but more like a preparation for further deification in the future.

The saints are the agents of the gods and the executors of the will of the gods.

But a saint can also be a saint.

And the saint is the incarnation of the gods who descended into the world...

Perhaps it is difficult for others to perceive a certain possibility hidden in Misha's words, and they will only think that this is the worship of the lord by the lords, but as the person involved, Charlotte can realize the deeper meaning.

This is laying the groundwork.

It lays the foundation for her to merge with the identity of "True Ancestor" at the right time in the future.

To say that this is the consciousness of the werewolf priest Luf himself, Charlotte doesn't really believe it.

Although the leader of the blood wolf tribe knew her identity, strictly speaking, his mind was not so bright, and he could not think of integrating the role of "Charlotte" into her belief system.

This must be driven and pointed by other people behind the scenes.

As for who the promoter is, considering the past of Misha and the blood wolf tribe, Charlotte already has the answer in her heart...

With this in mind, Charlotte "looked" at the two of them again, and the communication between the two was still going on.

"My lord is different from other gods. Compared with those gods who are high above and regard ordinary people as ants, my lord who walks with mortals can understand us better. My lord has experienced the disordered and chaotic world and shaped the order of the past. , the return of our lord will overthrow everything and reshape everything!"

The demi-human maid Misha said enthusiastically.

"Miss Misha, my lord...is he really paying attention to us?"

Eleanor couldn't help asking, her eyes were yearning, but also a little apprehensive and hesitant.

Misha smiled slightly:

"Of course, my lord has recovered. He has been silently guarding us. When we are pious enough, we will receive his guidance and blessings. I think you have seen this many times in the tribe." .”

"To change the order, you must first have power, and the power of our Lord is omnipotent, and our Lord has never been stingy with his attention and love for believers."

"Those hypocritical gods will only respond to the believers' prayers with the most perfunctory attitude, and will not even look at the believers at all. Only our Lord will personally cast his gaze and guide us..."

Charlotte: ...

After hearing Misha's words, she was somewhat guilty, and at the same time a little weird.

She felt that the demihuman maid seemed to have misunderstood something.

It can be seen that she doesn't want to listen to the believers holding a meeting in her head, but she doesn't have the "self-response" belief mechanism of other gods, so she can only do it herself.

She doesn't respond every day, but spends three days fishing and two days posting on the net. She takes a look when she thinks about it, and takes a look when she is in a good mood. Whether she responds or not depends on luck, and she gives priority to those light spots that flicker with high frequency in the belief network. Come.

To put it bluntly, it is Buddhism and laziness.

But now it seems that this has some kind of wonderful effect...

First of all, Charlotte, who responded personally, seems to make believers feel that she is more close to the people than other gods and pays more attention to the asylum.

Secondly, not getting a response every time also allows Charlotte to maintain mystery and detachment, so that believers will not lose their awe of the gods because they are too easy to get the attention of the gods.

In a sense, it can be regarded as a wrong hit.

"Miss Misha, then tell me... will my lord hear my voice?"

Eleanor couldn't help but asked again.

Misha smiled:

"Of course, Lady Eleanor, my Lord has always been watching us, and He will definitely hear your voice."

Eleanor was a little sad:

"But I... have never heard His voice."

"Perhaps you haven't fully passed the test of my lord."

Misha said.

"test?"

Eleanor froze for a moment, a little confused.

The demi-human maid paused and said:

"Lord Eleanor, are you planning to give up your title and return to the Northland to become a priest?"

Eleanor was silent for a moment, then sighed:

"That's what I intend."

"I've had enough of the hypocrisy and filth of the nobles. Every day I deal with them, I feel the rejection and disgust from the bottom of my heart..."

"I am not suitable to be a lord at all. The regent and the noble council are enough to manage the entire territory. There is no difference between Boulder with me and without me."

"Compared to being a useless vase in the castle, dealing with those annoying guys hypocritically and perfunctorily every day, sinking in banquets and salons, I want to go back to the places that really need me and become a pious Ascetic."

"I hope to join the church of my lord, I hope to listen to the teachings of my lord, and I also hope to become a practitioner of my lord like Charlotte..."

After hearing Eleanor's words, Misha sighed slightly and said:

"Perhaps, this is my lord's test for you."

"Master Eleanor, you always say that you are a vase, you always say that you are only a lord in name, but this is not a kind of escape."

"My Lord can bring us the dream of changing the world, but the dream also requires our own efforts. This is what the Lord expects from us, and it is also a test."

"The world is constantly changing. Even the gods need to constantly change their guidance to believers according to the changes of the times. The same is true for my lord."

"In the distant past, my lord's beliefs were formed spontaneously. My lord never asked believers to do anything, and he didn't have the idea of ​​forming a church. But now, my lord has plans in this regard."

"My lord is omnipotent, but my lord also understands the power of mortals. Gods are the protectors of all living beings, but the world belongs to all living beings."

"I think... what my lord wants to see is not a lord who escapes, but to face difficulties, turn faith into strength, and practice the glory of our lord."

Eleanor's heart moved:

"what do you mean?"

The demihuman maid gave her a meaningful look:

"Lord Eleanor, do you really think that you are just a vase? Do you really think that giving up your position as a lord to become a priest is the right path?"

Eleanor was silent.

After a long time, she sighed:

"Miss Misha, you are right."

"I am indeed escaping, escaping everything I have to face. I don't have the confidence to be a good lord, nor do I have the confidence to win the surrender of those nobles."

"But... I don't know what to do, and I don't know what my Lord needs me to do. I'm a little confused. I long for the change that everyone describes, but I don't know how to change, and I don't know that I can be in this change. what to do in..."

"It is precisely because of this that I have the idea of ​​becoming a priest. I want to start as a trainee priest and do what I can do."

Maid Misha shook her head:

"I understand your thoughts, but don't you think this is giving up your greatest advantage?"

"Lord Eleanor, as the Duke of Bold, you can do more than a priest. Lady Charlotte is a typical case."

"My lord has just returned, and my lord's sect has not been on the right track. My lord's ideas are still just ideas, and have not yet formed the final teachings and classics. My lord's believers also need secular protection..."

"My lord Eleanor, I think... you might try to become a real duke."

Eleanor's lips moved:

"You mean, as a duke, to provide shelter for the church?"

Misha smiled:

"Look, you already have the answer in your heart."

Eleanor was silent.

After a while, she sighed:

"But... I feel that I don't have the confidence. I don't even have the confidence to control Boulder, and I don't have the confidence to face the regent and the noble council..."

Misha shook her head:

"If you don't try, how will you know?"

Eleanor still hesitated.

Misha thought for a while and said:

"If you really hesitate, just pray to my Lord."

"I think... as long as you repay it with sincerity, as long as you piously ask the Lord for guidance, the Lord will definitely listen to your voice."

After all, the demihuman maid looked at the time and said:

"It's getting late, Lady Eleanor, I'm going to prepare lunch, you should think about it again."

After finishing speaking, Misha, the demihuman maid, left.

Eleanor stayed alone on the porch, her eyes a little dazed.

Praying to the gods...?

However, will a confused believer like her really get a response from the gods?

Eleanor didn't know.

It hasn't been long since she became a believer of the Lord, and her knowledge of faith is still being perfected, and she doesn't even know what the Lord's real name is.

She only knew that the Lord was the famous true ancestor of blood in history, but it seemed to be completely different from the cruel god recorded in the classics.

"Your Majesty, should I really continue to work hard to become a qualified lord and contribute to you?"

Eleanor murmured.

After speaking, she couldn't help laughing at herself.

How could she get such a response from the gods if she didn't pray to the holy emblem and was so confused in her heart?

However, before thinking about it, Eleanor felt a mysterious force descending on her.

That power, vast, ancient, majestic, but at the same time warm, soft, kind...

Eleanor was in a trance.

She only felt as if she had seen a majestic ancient castle, the crimson radiance enveloped the world, and illusory and hazy whispers sounded in her ears.

Eleanor couldn't really hear what the whisper was, but she seemed to feel a kind of guidance and declaration that went directly to the soul...

go a head.

Follow your true heart, face difficulties, and become a pious believer in your own right.

That kind of power comes and goes quickly.

In a trance, the whispers had disappeared, and the castle and the crimson fog seemed to be hallucinations.

But Eleanor's eyes widened, her expression filled with disbelief:

"True Ancestor... This is the power of the True Ancestor!"

"He actually responded to me, he noticed my confusion!"

Eleanor's expression gradually became agitated, and after the agitation, there was a long silence.

Until the arrival of a personal guard knight interrupted her thoughts:

"Your Excellency, the Earl is back."

Eleanor came back to her senses, her eyes were deep:

"Gaston?"

"Yes."

"Bring him to me."

The guard knight quickly retreated, while Eleanor looked into the distance again.

"Face your heart..."

Looking at the cityscape of Lutecia, her gaze gradually became firmer.

Not long after, the dusty Earl Gaston came to Eleanor.

He slightly bowed to Eleanor and said:

"My lord, what are your orders?"

Feeling the perfunctory attitude of the other party, Eleanor clenched her fist slightly.

However, she quickly suppressed the discomfort in her heart, but summoned up her courage, showed a serious expression, and said in a deep voice:

"Mr Gaston, I've changed my mind."

"I will not leave, neither Boulder nor my people."

"I want to take over the authority of Bold, and I want to carry out my will and become a real duke!"

After hearing Eleanor's words, Earl Gaston was stunned for a moment, only to feel that the young duchess in front of him seemed to be a different person after not seeing him for a long time, and his whole aura seemed to be different.

He was a little strange, and was about to ask the reason, but when he raised his head and looked at the other party, he was stunned.

In his "vision", I saw Eleanor surrounded by crimson radiance, and a certain aura that made him familiar and in awe rose slowly, slowly spreading...

As if invisible, there was a pair of red-golden eyes looking at him through the void.

Earl Gaston's eyes widened suddenly, and his scalp tingled instantly.

This is... the power of the True Ancestor!

She she she...she was watched by Allah!

He no longer dared to underestimate the young duchess, but took a deep breath and saluted solemnly:

"Your Excellency, everything is according to your wishes."

Eleanor was also stunned when she saw that the regent minister who had always been aloof was so "well-behaved".

Some things seem to be not so difficult if you have the courage to do them...

A friend recommended a book by a friend, and it is being recommended. It was written by Xianmiao.

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Strange talk is the rule!

Those who master the ghost talk master the rules.

Traveling to Tokyo, which has been revived strangely, as the future master of ghost stories, Tokyo's most beautiful boy, and an indescribable urban ghost story... Yu Gongrou wields a pair of magic eyes and a demon sword, and is destined to kill him here and turn the world upside down!

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Keywords: [Sunset] [Cthulhu] [Strange] [Pseudo-Invincible]