Chapter 1,153 What to Do During the Long Night

It was getting late, and the Temple of War was closed for rest, so Shandora and I, led by Mr. Lei, prepared to leave the temple (which can also be called a church). Before leaving, we said goodbye to Eva: the latter would not After leaving, she lived in the church. It was not because the maids of the God of War must strictly abide by the rules and regulations and could not leave the temple due to their holy status. It was just because the rent in the capital was too expensive, and Eva happened to be the mayor of the temple area since she was a child. It was so big that she simply lived in the church...

As for Mr. Lei, the high priest of the God of War, whose status is second only to the Pope, he lives in the dormitory: both the grandfather and grandson are outsiders.

The above is the reason why the second most distinguished religious and spiritual leader of Azure Star chooses to live in the mission area all year round.

I always feel that the above situation should not appear in such a holy passage, let alone anything related to any of the above words such as "gods, saints, priests, churches", etc. Why should it obviously be quite The serious background sounds the same to me as it happened in the employee dormitory of a small garment factory thirty miles away from the city?

I'm also a little curious about why religious leaders like Lei and Eva, who can be said to be less than one person than tens of thousands of people, would choose to live in a dormitory in the mission district for the nonsense reason of "the rent in the capital is too expensive" before leaving the church. After that, he couldn't help but asked out of curiosity, but he didn't expect that Mr. Lei just said it matter-of-factly: "Because we have no money."

Seeing that Sandora and I both looked surprised, this old man, who was always a little serious, repeated it seriously: "Even if they don't have money, most of God's servants will choose to live in the church district. That's why The church district provides free housing and daily necessities for missionaries. This is the only benefit we can seek for ourselves in the name of God. Apart from this, any supplies beyond what is necessary for survival must be solved by ourselves. Is it possible? Is this incredible?"

"Well, that's true in a way," I smiled and shrugged. "When I saw your Temple of War, my first impression was that the church should be the richest group in the world. I didn't expect that it would still be like this."

"Of course the church has wealth," Lei spread his hands, as if holding up the whole world. "Because we manage this planet for God. As stewards of gods, we hold the key to the master's treasure house, and the church as a whole is based on all the wealth given to mankind by gods. Therefore, temples and statues of gods should be magnificent, This is the gratitude that mortals must give back to God: to thank Him for giving us this world. But missionaries must isolate themselves from these riches. We must clearly understand that we are only stewards and have no right to enjoy them. Compared with In terms of material wealth, we are already extremely rich in spirit and soul: because we stand closest to God. What's more, compared to those who need to work day and night to survive, we only need to pray and preach to be able to live without food and clothing. Worry, this is already a great blessing."

Ray said these words completely naturally. There was no pretense at all, and no exaggerated tone to show how pious I was. However, just like this, I was deeply shocked by how much spiritual power faith can bring: it can completely sublimate a person-as long as this Faith is sincere enough that it can even enable a mortal to transcend the constraints of the material world. Maybe on Azure Star. There are actually not many ordinary believers who have such devout faith as Lei. Perhaps most mortal believers cannot escape the temptation of the secular world after all, but Lei’s living example let me know that those who can be selected to enter the star field In the divine world, how did the "promoted ones" come to live with the real gods?

Perhaps after being summoned by the Lord, the old man in front of me will be like those servants of God promoted from mortal believers in the Star Realm. Become a follower god beside Ilson, together with the master he follows loyally...

...Unfortunately, as soon as I thought about 123, I couldn't think about it anymore. The exclamation accumulated in more than a hundred words collapsed in an instant. Mr. Lei, are you really willing to be summoned by that cheating master? ?

Even if you are summoned by Dingdang, you are stronger than if you were summoned by 123! At least the goddess of life has more cute girls! 123 That guy’s servants are said to be a macho group whose waistline starts at three feet three! Old man, your body and bones can handle it... Sorry, it seems that Ilson does have the aura of being a long-range cheater. Even though he is thousands of miles away, just the thought of his name in my mind made my thoughts change instantly. Tricked...

I couldn't help but think of the five protoss gang who spent the whole day eating and drinking at home and helped me spend money. I didn't think anything of it before, but now an old man with an almost glorious image suddenly appeared in front of me. , I realized in an instant how lazy, idle, trouble-making, absurd and unjust the gods at home are. Seeing that a mortal believer is more exemplary in the new era than those gods, as a charterer, I I feel so sad, why is that fellow 123 not as ideologically enlightened as one of my old men? Compared with those five, the only distance between the old man in front of me and becoming a Buddha is that the back of his head cannot shine...

"Arjun, I really think you sigh too much," Sandora suddenly poked my arm, "And to be honest, when the five of them started making noise, when did you calm down more than they did?"

I:"……"

By the way, I still carry the name of a holy father, but I don’t seem to do anything that a holy father should do: except take care of the children.

This is already inside the church district, the most sacred place in the entire Blue Star. Walking on the quiet streets here with Sandora, I feel that those "curious little eyes" in the distance have been reduced a lot. Even if there are still, they can only Viewed from a distance. Perhaps the authorities of Blue Star and the group of scientists (including Mr. Qiao, who was never seen again after leaving the church) are still discussing the matter of visitors from extraterrestrial life, but for Sandora and I now, that is all There is no need to pay attention to the details. After knowing that this world turned out to be the territory of 123, the value of the actions of the local indigenous people to me and Shandora instantly dropped by several percentage points. Because they know that no matter how hard they try, they won't cause much trouble.

Just go back and think carefully about the profound impact that the sudden intrusion of the Fifth Fleet will have on the world: maybe it will change the course of their entire civilization. But then again... well, since the 123 sufferer has a headache anyway, why should I think so much, right?

"I don't care where I sleep today, I just want to know when I can have dinner..."

When I was in a trance, Sandora suddenly pinched my arm again. He whispered aggrievedly, "Arjun, I said I was hungry half a century ago..."

I sweated profusely: How far we have just walked after coming out of church. Sandora is like this, she really deserves to be a foodie. So I quickly raised my hand to greet Mr. Lei: "What, don't waste time. It seems that my girlfriend is really hungry - have you prepared a meal?"

Mr. Lei was stunned for a moment. He was probably still not used to such a distinctive way of speaking from outsiders. Then he saw Shandora grinding her teeth and nodded hurriedly: "Oh, oh, of course, there is a special person to arrange it, but please understand, it's expensive." After all, Fang is a bit... special, and our expert team seems to have a headache as to what kind of food should be used to entertain you. Joe believes that alien creatures should have completely different digestion methods from the humans on Azur Star. Maybe the food on our planet may not be suitable for you. Appetite, but because I didn’t have the opportunity to ask this detailed question before... In short, the expert team is collecting food samples that can be found around the world, maybe..."

"You don't have to go to such trouble at all," I patted Sandora's waist proudly, "My girlfriend eats everything. I'm taking Master Kong with me myself - and you are right, the expert team is not thorough in their work. Since you don’t understand, why don’t you just ask me directly?”

Mr. Lei glanced at me: "Please understand that until five o'clock in the afternoon, no one in the expert group thought that the first problem to be solved after contact with aliens was how to cook. This topic is still in the college A cook thought of it..." At this point. Lei spread his hands in embarrassment: "There are specialties in the art industry, and normal scientists are busy studying how your spacecraft can jump outside the star system in an instant."

When I heard it, it was indeed true. There are many aliens in Hollywood blockbusters, but have you seen how many governments of several countries could think of what to cook tonight when they first came into contact with aliens?

I glanced at Shandora beside me, who looked expectant, and thought to myself that I'm afraid the experts and scholars at Blue Star have to consider more than just "a few" dishes...

After hearing Shandora and I's request, Mr. Lei of course did not waste any time. He immediately took out a small oval-shaped object and pressed it to his ear - this thing might be a phone - and began to order the relevant personnel to prepare for the reception. Regarding the meals for the alien guests, I kept reminding them: "Be more prepared, prepare more, and just ask them to come according to the standards of a state banquet..."

I heard Sandora twisting my arm desperately from behind. I was so embarrassed. This is true. I guess that if my current performance is raised to a political perspective, it will basically discredit the people of the empire - but what can I do? It doesn't matter if I go all out, I can't let Sandora starve anyway.

So Mr. Lei asked the staff with a subtle expression to take out all the prepared things, and then led us to the large canteen set up inside the church area.

Well, to be polite, this is called the "Holy Communion Chapel".

"This is the place where Holy Communion is held on the rest days blessed by the God of War." After leading us to the domed building, Mr. Lei proudly pointed to the circular dining room, where sumptuous meals had been prepared - — even though I didn’t recognize anyone on the table except for the plates — and there were a few more familiar faces in attendance. And many junior priests in monk's robes were still bringing all kinds of colorful food in strange tableware to the table. Mr. Qiao, who had disappeared as soon as he left the church, suddenly stood by the table and greeted me enthusiastically. Waved to Shandora: "Oh, I've been waiting for you for a long time. You must try what I prepared myself. I spent many years researching to confirm the perfect universal flavor scrambled eggs..."

"If he hadn't made outstanding contributions in researching anti-gravity equalizers, he would definitely be the first senior clergyman to be expelled from the General Administration of Space Exploration." Lei whispered in my ear.

I finally know how that weird old man who was able to study alien dandruff as a topic for more than half a year stayed in the scientific research team.

At this time, Shandora had already expressed her complete indifference to Mr. Lei's words, and the size of the world in her eyes was rapidly shrinking. Eventually it was limited to the size of a dining table, and then the world quickly expanded, gradually encompassing the entire dining hall... the Eucharist chapel. This is a process of worldview switching. Sandora successfully applied her view of the world to all the materials in front of her in half a minute: edible.

I suddenly felt that I should go up first and hang some inedible signs on the serious-looking receptionist to prevent Sandora who was dizzy from hunger from causing a disaster in the world...

But even with an unprecedentedly strong appetite, Sandora still maintained a decent demeanor and sat on top with a noble demeanor. Only then did she use her eyes to indicate that others could sit down: Normally she is not like this, and she is usually very approachable when eating with strangers, but the "rigid spirit" of the receptionists who are experts and scholars in front of her obviously makes Her Majesty a little dissatisfied. So she chose an attitude commensurate with the other party. After taking their seats, everyone present, whether wearing divine robes or not, folded their hands on their chests and began to pray with their heads down and eyes closed. Lei and Qiao sat close to each other, and their prayers came to my ears: "...Thank you Lord for giving me peace, and I can enjoy the rich food God gives me..."

I silently glanced at the two old men and thought to myself that your master should be sitting at someone else’s table at this time, eating someone else’s meal, watching someone else’s TV, amusing someone else’s baby, and talking to someone else’s family. Play with your pet... Oh, the pet may not completely belong to someone else, but the first three items are fine. But you are praying at this time, thanking your Lord for giving you food: according to this logic, you should thank the landlord for giving him so many things...

"Okay, the prayer is over. Now please let us enjoy the Holy Communion with the visitors from outer space...right?"

After finishing his prayer, Mr. Lei was the first to open his eyes. He said the first half of the sentence habitually, and then stared at the empty table in a daze: From a sociological point of view, he probably did not understand that "the Eucharist is praying" What kind of incident is "disappearing in the sound"? Sandora smacked her lips and commented: "I prayed too slowly."

I looked at my girlfriend in horror: This girl definitely doesn’t eat so fast at home! So now is her true strength. Does Her Majesty the Queen always control herself at home?

"Holy... the Holy Communion is missing!" A middle-aged woman who looked like a senior priest blinked, suddenly clasped her hands and looked up to the sky and shouted, "Oh God! The Lord must have come to share the Holy Communion with us!"

No, your master doesn’t have such a big appetite, and don’t you think it would be embarrassing to tell the truth that the first thing God did after coming was to steal all the food from believers? Although doing this with the integrity of 123 is more in line with the setting.

Finally, Lei discovered the movement in Sandora's mouth. Looking here with surprise on my face, I smiled and patted Sandora's hair: "She has a big appetite - please prepare another table. Well, if possible, it is best to prepare another table."

Sandora ate very happily that day. According to her standards, it seemed that the food on Blue Star was quite to her liking. Because the meal was quite well prepared (the staff collected almost all kinds of edible, suspected edible, or rumored edible things on the entire planet to make this meal), the table and tableware in the Holy Communion Chapel were spared, but due to I'm not very used to local food, so I decided to eat Master Kong for this meal: If I had known, I should have asked Anweina to make a bunch of packed lunches to take with me before setting off. Others present, including Ray and Joe, were deeply impressed by this Holy Communion: This was the only dining experience in their memory where they had to leave the table hungry despite being placed in front of them with enough food to kill three elephants.

Because Shandora's meal was so spectacular, everyone was dumbfounded. By the time Lei and the others reacted, the kitchen was already eager to use brooms to make soup.

Shandora expressed an appropriate degree of apology, and regretted that ordinary people could not digest forks and glasses, otherwise others present would not have to go hungry.

I have to say that although the group of alien enthusiasts and somewhat neurotic leaders make people laugh or cry at times, they are at least better than many guys who take the conspiracy route without saying a word after seeing aliens (that kind of guy) The situation really exists, and it is quite common) much better. This may be the reason why 123 has been using faith guidance for many years to let its believers establish the correct three views. Therefore, although Azur Star is a planet that has just been able to move freely within its own star system, "initial civilized civilization", but many of their views are very forward-thinking in my opinion: they can correctly understand the various potential dangers of rashly contacting extraterrestrial names, and understand the challenges they will face after leaving the cradle planet. The universe may not be kind to this fact, but under such a premise, they still actively took the first step, and quickly calmed down after the appearance of the Fifth Fleet, taking a lot of steps that, although childish, did help avoid " Means of communication when “first conflict” situations occur. After Sandora and I finally had enough to eat and drink and settled down in the room provided by the church, the latter began to analyze the "value" of these indigenous civilizations on the Blue Star like an occupational disease, and finally came to the conclusion: Although 123 is a trap, but Azure Star is surprisingly not too trappy.

Sometimes I think Shandora has a bit of an occupational disease: even when she travels, if she occasionally encounters an indigenous civilization, she will analyze it for a long time, and in the end she has to calculate the normal development and acceleration of the local indigenous civilization. How many years of development will it take to become worthy of becoming a vassal of the empire? Study how long the natives can support the abyss after it invades the local world; calculate what benefits it can bring to the empire after completely dominating the target civilization... These sound a bit cold-blooded. Calculating is what Sandora likes to do most. Although she didn't mean any harm, this habit really makes me want to knock Her Majesty on the head every now and then - you say it's hard for the two of us to be alone together, or it's a honeymoon trip (shallow language), and more importantly, that little troublemaker Dingdang I'm not around yet. What should I do during this long night? You can use a data terminal to calculate the life expectancy of other people's civilization... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. , your support is my biggest motivation.)