Chapter 141 (2/2)
From what Sui Xiong saw, the young man was engulfed in a layer of intriguing divine light, something any commoner wouldn’t possess. Looking at his appearance and aura, and then his actions, his identity was vividly portrayed.
“Who would have guess that the Boy of Ceremony would visit such small celebration.” When the flute was done, he flew over. He cast magic to have people overlook the situation there, and greeted the young man with a smile. “Hello, I am Void Mask, a God that gained a few believers in this city.”
The one who was called ‘Boy of Ceremony’ was God of happiness and celebration. He was originally a human named Janvier. After he became God officially, he built a kingdom of god named “Joy of the Wild.” He placed it at the border of the Country of Light, God’s Kingdom of God for humans turned God. His teachings were to chase after happiness, and enjoy celebration regardless of purpose and standpoint, and to compliment everything about celebration. He himself always appeared as a handsome young man to participate in the celebrations in person, and cast blessed divine spells in large scale at the celebrations. He was a kind popular God.
When he saw Sui Xiong was introducing himself, the young man kept his flute and smiled. “To me, if it’s celebration, it deserves compliments. Not to mention that the celebration is filled with countless people’s hope and wishes. It’s the fruits of their labor. To me, if such celebration doesn’t deserve a visit, it’s a shame.”
Sui Xiong clapped his tentacles and smiled. “You are right! Celebration doesn’t need to be luxurious, doesn’t need scale. The most important part is sincerity in celebration, and the beauty of hope!”
In just a few words, the two Gods that had never met came to a mutual agreement. After a few minutes, they were seated at a table in the corner, chatting while drinking.
They hit it off well right from the beginning; it was like they were old friends.
“The world is big and there are countless worlds in various sizes. Almost every day there is celebrations. As a god post, I am supposed to sing the praises for every celebration. But actually…” Janvier let out a heavy sigh while he shook the big wooden mug and looked at the wheat wine that was bubbling. He smiled bitterly and said, “There were many celebration that I didn’t like!”
“Oh? Why so?”
“Invaders celebrate their victory. They slaughter innocent lives collectively. Shout and jump with joy amongst the bloody and moaning. This is the most common celebration.” Janvier hung his head low, and he didn’t look happy at all. “Such things; what’s the point of such celebration! This kind of celebration is worth praising!”
“Huh? You don’t like that kind of celebration?”
“Of course I don’t! I am a bard. What I like is for everyone to sing, dance, eat and drink, when everyone is having fun. Invaders cheer among the bloodbath. Such things don’t correspond with my concept of aesthetic and moral!”
Janvier sighed and looked up to the sky, “If I knew there would be such things, I wouldn’t have asked to be a God officially back then!”
He took a big gulp from the wine glass and finished it. He carried the big wooden pail next to him with his fine arms and poured himself another glass. “Oscar, you have yet to become an official God. As your senior, I’d like to give you an advice. When you are selecting a clergy, you have to be very very careful!”
Sui Xiong nodded lightly to show that he understood what he meant.
“I didn’t understand why those strong giant dragons from dragon tribes picked some weak post during officiation; like “birth of golden dragon,””celebration of black dragon;” Totally ridiculous! Then, I understood later on. What’s it called? Old fox? They are the old foxes!”
Sui Xiong couldn’t help but laugh. Those dragon tribe Gods were cunning!
“And,” Janvier continued, “After officiation, you must consider which God system you’d like to join. Let me tell you…”
He suddenly stopped and kept quiet. Then, he let out a heavy sigh.
When Sui Xiong looked at his maturity and haggardness which was entirely different from his face, he let out a sigh too.
Gods, clergy; such heavy topics. Almost every clergy that talked to him about this topic became gloomy and depressed.
He couldn’t help but recall the pitiful sight before Goddess of Ocean died. Forget about the physical pain; the hopelessness that surged from the bottom of her heart was even more startling.
“Forget about it.” He switched the topic and asked with a smile, “When do you plan to stay here until?”
“Got to wait till the celebration ends,” Janvier said. “You know, according to my rules, I have to cast a divinity spell in large scale. What do you think is better? Healing spell? Blessing spell? How about a Luck spell?”
“…Up to you. All good things, anyway,” Sui Xiong replied but he suddenly laughed. “I have another friend that just came. Would you like to meet him?”
“Sure!” Janvier took his wine glass in one hand and wine barrel in another hand. He laughed lightly as he stood up.
As a clergy, His range of senses was wide. He could immediately tell who the friend was that Sui Xiong was referring to.
With a flash of light, the two of them were before the sea, facing a breezy cloud that was spinning lightly.
“It seems that you have already combined all the energy that you have gotten from Timsar,” Sui Xiong smiled. “Then, how should I address you now? ‘Raging Tide’ Timsar or ‘The Living Tsunami’ Sarament?