Chapter 619 - Don’t Do It, It’s One of Your Own (1/2)

Hearing Schuck’s words, Roland gasped. “This is the doctrine of the Church of Light?”

“What do you think?” Schuck threw up his hands. “Although such words are not quite in line with contemporary values, in this feudal world, in a war under such a system, women are one of the important resources. Beautiful women are an especially scarce resource. From the point of view of war, as long as they are women, they are to be packed up and brought home.”

“You actually acknowledge such a doctrine?” said Roland, rather surprised. “The Goddess of Light is a woman too, isn’t she, and she actually acknowledges such a doctrine?”

Shuck leaned against the wall. His face, so handsome that women wouldn’t be able to close their legs, had a vague hint of derision. “I’ve been believing in the Goddess of Light for about two years now, and I get to hear her voice from time to time. I know a bit about the gods of this world.”

Hearing these words, not only his friends, even the netizens in the livestream all subconsciously forgot to send pop-up comments.

Seeing Roland’s attentive expression, Schuck continued, “It could be said that the gods are actually illusory beings born from the ocean of human spirits. She was born out of the mental energy of the human world… similar to the aggregate of human subconsciousness, and there are as many as a dozen of them, like water god, fire god, thunder god!”

Roland nodded. He had that same suspicion about the gods.

“Because they are beings born from the collective consciousness of mankind, what the believers know, they all know, and relatively, what the believers do not know, they are all unaware of. The so-called omniscience and omnipotence are only based on the believers’ perspective.” Schuck shrugged. “So… when the believers of our religion all think that women are war spoils, what do you think the goddess will think?”

Roland shrugged. The implication was clear.

He suddenly also remembered something. “I remember once when offering a spell to the Goddess of Magic, she also said something similar. When you become a god, you lose your creativity. It seems that being a god isn’t too great of a thing.”

“So to me, the Goddess of Light, is just a very powerful, very beautiful woman.” Schuck showed a frivolous smile. “Women are all hussies. They say that men judge girls on looks, but in fact, they judge based on looks even more.”

Roland laughed dryly.

He was not a handsome man and couldn’t understand Schuck’s woes.

Besides, Andonara, his queen, didn’t judge him by his looks.

There were always exceptions.

What the two of them said didn’t seem like much to them, but there was a tsunami in the livestream chat.

“Holy sh*t, what did I hear, the goddess is just a stronger, prettier woman?”

“F**k, just because a handsome ass*ole is qualified to say that doesn’t mean that we ugly bast**ds are too.”

“You’re ugly, I’m not ugly.”

“If you’re not ugly, go become a Saint Samurai.”

“So depressing… But the fact that the gods cannot innovate, this is an important piece of information.”

“Information? It’s called intelligence only if you can use it. What you can’t use is garbage information. Can you guarantee that you will meet a goddess in the future? I’ve calculated the amount of EXP required for this game, and it will be a rather frightening number after reaching Legend.”

“Gods are bound to be powerful.”

“That means if any of us players sincerely believe in the gods, these gods will also know the knowledge of that world of ours?”

“I don’t think so, system protection or something like that? After all, there are censored words.”

“It’s possible!”

“It’s terrifying just to think about. If the goddess of wisdom learned how to form a nuke in her hand… that’d be quite awesome.”

“Then the question arises, who is the goddess of wisdom?”

“It seems to be a hidden facet of the Water Goddess?”

“Water Goddess? Oh, then there’s nothing to worry about.”

The netizens in the livestream were discussing what they had learned about the gods.

Roland and the others then began to poke around for information.

Of course, since Roland had fought with the True Ancestor of the vampires in spirit, he stayed in his room and didn’t go anywhere.

Schuck and Li Lin and the others went outside.

Ragnar was quite happy now. The small caravan he had led back was quite generous.

He was given three silver coins right up front, and after finding them a room, the other man gave him another five silver coins as an agency fee.

Giving two of them to his orc sister, he took the other three.

On his way home, he exchanged one of the silver coins for 94 copper coins. Recently, the silver coins could be exchanged for fewer copper coins again. He remembered that some time ago, a silver coin could be exchanged for 105 copper coins, but now there were ten less and the prices didn’t seem to be lowered, which made him distressed.

Exchanging two copper coins for three pieces of fragrant white bread, he returned home in good spirits. Then two human children taller than him pounced on him and happily picked him up, and the little boy wrapped his arms around him and spun him around.

“Let go of me, you little one. That’s rude. I’m an elder, you can’t do that,” Ragnar shouted vigorously.

The little boy put him down embarrassedly.

“Here’s your bread!” Ragnar put three pieces of bread on the table.

The two children each took a piece. The youngest girl looked at the last piece of white bread left on the table and she carefully, “Have you eaten, Father?”

“I’ve eaten,” said Ragnar as he pulled off his old linen shoes to see if they were damaged, not looking up at his daughter, “Take your time and don’t choke.” In reality, he didn’t eat.