Cloud Thinking

It seemed that he did not expect Helia to ask this question right away. Jepas was stunned for a moment, but when he thought that the person who asked the question was Helia, he smiled with relief, feeling that it was as it should be.

How should I put it? This really sounds like a question that she would ask. She is indeed his smart and clever princess sister.

"Although you seem so sure, unfortunately, I have to tell you that our God is always here, and I didn't do anything so terrible." Jepas spread his hands and shrugged, rather helplessly, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that Helia had pinned the crime on him right away.

"It's just that He was a little tired and fell into a deep sleep. I borrowed His power and managed it on His behalf."

"How could I have the guts to do something as outrageous as killing a god? My sister really has a huge misunderstanding of me."

Gods can get tired? That's ridiculous!

You don't have courage? I think you are the most courageous person in the world!

"Can the Godhead be borrowed?" Helia clearly didn't believe it.

Jepas's face immediately drooped, and he said aggrievedly: "If my sister doesn't believe me after I tell her, then I might as well not tell her..."

Helia: Tsk! Don't think I'll be soft-hearted just because you act pitiful, innocent, or like a child!

Jepas was now about the same height as Helia. She looked up and met his emotionless red eyes. She lowered her gaze and saw the corners of the little guy's mouth drooping to the ground, looking like someone whose sincerity had been betrayed.

Helia couldn't help it, she raised her hand and pressed it on his head, rubbing it lightly, "I'm just overthinking it, I don't disbelieve you, don't be unhappy."

Helia: Damn! I'm just acting with him! I'm definitely not pitying him!

Jepas's face lit up instantly, and he was obviously pleased with Helia's head-patting trick. He even rubbed her hand on his head.

Seeing that the other party was happy, Helia decided to strike while the iron was hot and asked, "Well, can you tell me what the god of Morogen is?"

"This story is quite boring. If you really want to hear it, then come with me to a place." The coaxed child would do whatever was asked. He took Helia's arm and walked forward happily.

The two returned to the altar. Looking at the floor that had been blasted with several large holes by her and the magic circle that was almost scrapped, Helia felt a rare sense of guilt.

Helia: I won't offend anyone unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will definitely offend them. It was the magic circle that attacked first, so this is self-defense!

"Haha! My sister still likes to cause trouble as always." Jepas was not annoyed when he saw the mess in front of him. Instead, he smiled. His tone was as if he was praising a child who had demolished the house for his good hands-on ability. He was just praising him.

"Uh...haha...it was the magic circle that moved first..." Helia muttered as she looked away guiltily.

"It doesn't matter. It's not an important thing anyway. Sister can blow it up if she wants." Jepas said. He pulled Helia to the front of the statue. Before Helia could react, he slapped the base with his palm, and the whole statue made a rumbling sound.

Helia watched the statue, which was almost three people tall, collapse little by little. Her eyes slowly swept over the statue's feet, legs, waist, chest, neck, and face, and finally landed on the top of the statue's head. Then Jepas pulled his arm and jumped onto the statue's head.

At first, Helia didn't dare to look at the face of the statue, for fear that she would fall into a state of unconsciousness like the last time she saw the statue of Adalaisi, but now it seems that this statue does not seem to have any other special effects?

The god worshipped by Morogen looked very ordinary, the kind of person who looked very honest, but who would have thought that such a person liked to kill people? And he did it in a particularly perverted way.

But this can be said to be the only statue in all the religions with a very clearly carved face. Because other religions have never seen what their gods look like, the gods in heaven have reached a consensus on maintaining mystery. Of course, there is also the concern that looking directly at the true faces of the gods will go blind. They can't let all their believers become blind, right?

But the god of Morogenism was originally a human being, a living person. The earliest believers must have seen what he looked like, so of course he was carved into the same shape as he looked.

"The god we worship is called Osinoto Santak. Some people call him the god of death, or the god of killing." Jepas introduced them to Helia one by one, "But I think these names are not accurate. He is the combination of death and beauty, and the integration of new life and evil."

"Since this Ou-something can obtain the godhood, it means that the world recognizes that his existence as a god is reasonable. He must have mastered some authority to obtain the godhood." Helia tried hard to recall the theological knowledge she had read in the book and raised her own question. "But whether it is death or killing, or beauty and life, the former is most likely covered by the authority of the evil goddess, and the latter is in the hands of the goddess of beauty and the god of abundance respectively."

"Authority cannot be shared, will not be repeated, and is unique. So, what authority does the god of Morrogan hold?"

"Death and killing are not powers that the Evil Goddess can control. She controls the power of sin, and the source of all evil is selfish desire." Jepas corrected the mistake in Helia's words and explained, "To be precise, she should not be called the Evil Goddess, but the God of Evil Desire. It's just that everyone is unwilling to admit the evil of their own selfish desires, so they distinguish between desire and sin, and blame all the faults on the evil that tempted them. How ridiculous!"

"The evil goddess only possesses sin, but sin does not necessarily mean death or killing. It is just a manifestation of extreme selfishness, a manifestation of selfishness leading to the worst consequences."

"You stole the last remaining food of a family of five during a famine, and you stole a box of gold from the richest family in the world. Both are thefts, but from a moral point of view, the former must be a sin because it extinguishes hope and leads to the tragedy of death; but the latter is not necessarily a sin. If you use the stolen gold to help thousands of poor families, then this is good because it brings hope."

“Death and killing are not absolute evils. On the contrary, sometimes they represent justice and are the embodiment of goodness.”

"Isn't it using death and killing to show fairness and justice to the world when a hateful murderer is put on the guillotine? Isn't it a kind of liberation when an old man suffering from a serious illness chooses to commit suicide to end his remaining life of suffering?"

"Stop!" Seeing that Jepas's expression was getting more and more crazy as he spoke, Helia clapped her hands vigorously, and the loud applause interrupted his words.

Regardless of whether what he said made sense, Helia felt that she couldn't listen any more. This was pure brainwashing! First, he talked about a lot of things, telling you that what we believe in is not what people say outside. We are so good, and you should agree with my ideas, support our actions, and finally join us. Isn't this the so-called brainwashing for joining a religion?

Da-me-yo! Da-me-da-me!

"That's all for the introduction. I'm quite curious about this God of Slaughter. Please take me to see him." Helia smiled and put her arm around his shoulder, trying to change the subject.

Although the two of them didn't spend much time together, she unexpectedly discovered that the archbishop seemed to like her touch, whether it was touching the head, holding hands, linking arms, or anything else. Anyway, he was just like a kitten or a puppy, who couldn't help but come over and rub against a human they liked.

I would be even happier if the human I like could touch me actively.

"Okay." Her guess was right. Jepas's face, which was originally unhappy because he was interrupted, suddenly became happy after she put her hand on him. The two of them were like driving a train, he was the locomotive in the front, and Helia followed behind with her hands on his shoulders.

After the statue was lowered, it turned into a platform, connected to a dark corridor leading to nowhere. However, Jepas raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the lamps on both sides of the corridor all lit up, driving away the cold and damp darkness.

"How was this place built? It's full of twists and turns, and there's no aesthetic appeal at all..." Helia looked around and muttered softly.

"It was built by former believers. After I became the archbishop, I had the above-ground part renovated, but people don't often come to the underground part, so I didn't have anyone renovate it," replied Jepas.

Helia thought she spoke very quietly and he didn't hear her. She felt a little embarrassed now. It was somewhat disrespectful to complain about the ugly house in front of the host.

But fortunately the other party didn't care.

When the two of them walked to the end of the corridor, pushed open the heavy stone door, and saw the solemn coffin lying quietly inside, Helia inexplicably felt that "as expected". She seemed to have a affinity with ghosts and gods, as well as coffins of the dead. No matter where she went, she would always encounter them once or twice. It was really too unlucky.

"I picked this coffin specially. What do you think, sister?" Jepas noticed the complex expression that flashed across Helia's face when she saw the coffin. He thought she had noticed the special feature of the coffin, so he asked.

"Ah?" Helia then looked at the coffin carefully. Hey, you know what, it looks quite familiar!

She thought about it and recalled her experience of encountering the coffin. She found that this coffin was very similar to the one that trapped Adalassi's body! She took two steps forward and reached out to touch the coffin lid. The smooth touch was definitely a magic core!

"Magic Core Stone?" Helia asked in surprise. According to Drummond, this thing is very precious and only the giants have the craftsmanship to make it. Has the Morogen religion even developed into the giants' territory? ? ?

"Haha! I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable, sister!" Jepas slapped the coffin lid twice, showing off like a child who couldn't hide his good stuff, "I got this by trading a lot of stuff with those giants who only grow in height but not in brains."

"Why do we use magic core stone to build coffins? Does it have any special effect? ​​Can it prevent the corpse from decaying?" Helia asked curiously.

"In addition to providing magic power, the magic core stone also has a special function, which is to seal and imprison the soul." Jepas explained, "Because there are a lot of strong consciousnesses left in the unpurified magic core stones, they are connected to form a tight network. People trapped in the magic core stones will hear the cries and roars of the dead monsters day and night, and gradually become mentally weak and depressed, and finally be trapped and die in it."

"Can even the souls of gods be trapped?" Helia asked again.

"Of course, sister, why else do you think the giants could come up with a way to use magic core stones to build coffins."

So this method came from the giants... Helia bit her finger, thinking about something.

Through the thick coffin board, she couldn't find anything useful, nor was she sure whether this god of killing was dead or alive. Adalasi was an ancient god, born with the body of a god, so he wouldn't die even if he was dismembered into a ghostly appearance. But she was not so sure about this god who became a god in human body.

Falling into a deep sleep? Isn't that the same as being dead?

"Can I open the coffin and take a look?" Helia looked up at Jepas and asked. Although this was a very abrupt request and unlikely to be accepted, she had to try. She was really curious about this God of Slaughter and wanted to know what the difference was between a god who became a god in human form and those ancient gods.

"Sister, you should know that your request is too much." Jepas did not explicitly refuse, but he did not agree either, but Helia understood the implication of his words.

"What do you want me to do before you open the coffin and let me take a look?" Helia asked.

Jepas lay on the coffin lid, his chin supported by his hands, his head shaking left and right, thinking seriously about what he should ask the princess to do, while Helia walked around, looking at the other arrangements in the room.

"How about this, if you are willing to cook a meal for me, I will open the coffin and show it to you, okay?" said Jepas.

Helia:?

Cooking? Me? She pointed at herself with her index finger, her neck slightly bent forward, her face full of shock and confusion, and looked at Jepas in confusion.

Seeing Helia's expression, Jepas couldn't help laughing. He bared his teeth and laughed loudly. After he finished laughing, he repeated it again: "That's right, I want you to cook a meal for me."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll poison you to death? You're really brave." Helia's mouth twitched. She really didn't understand why the other party would make such a difficult request. She could cook in her previous life, but it was limited to some simple home-cooked dishes. She could recognize some of the things and ingredients here, but she had never heard of many of them, and there was no tutorial for her to refer to!

Moreover, with her current status, why would she need to cook for herself? Every day she either waits for others to feed her food or rushes to the cafeteria to show off. There is really no place for her cooking skills to be used!

So, now she almost doesn’t know how to cook!

"Haha, don't worry, sister. The poison won't kill me. Just make it boldly. I will eat it no matter what it looks like." Jepas said with a smile.

Staring at Jepas's smiling face, Helia inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, but she was sure that this was the first time she had seen Jepas in this form. Compared to when she saw him in the orphanage, he had grown up, and his facial features had lost that childish and immature feeling. He looked like a man, at least he no longer looked the thin and weak one in the orphanage.

So, when had she seen him somewhere else?

But before Helia could think about it, Jepas's face turned cold again because Helia didn't reply to him. She had to rush forward and pat his shoulder, "Then it's a deal. I'll cook you a meal. You have to eat it no matter whether it tastes good or bad. So open the coffin for me now."

But as if he noticed that Helia always treated him perfunctorily in this way, Jepas still had a cold face, crossed his arms in front of his chest, turned his head away from her, and looked like "I'm upset, please find another way to coax me."

"Please, Jepas, you are the only one who can help my sister!" Helia had no choice but to hold Jepas' hand and shook it ingratiatingly. Although the smile on her face was still a little awkward and stiff, Jepas still forgave her.

He sighed softly and said helplessly: "Sister only knows how to bully me."

"How can this be called bullying? This is called keeping a promise. Even if you are a child, you can't break an agreement that has already been made." Helia said, not feeling that she was a rogue at all.

For some reason, after hearing what Helia said, Jepas' emotionless eyes suddenly lit up, and he fell into a whirlpool of madness. The expression on his face froze, and he stood there in a daze, emitting an aura that made Helia shudder.

Seeing that he looked like he was about to go crazy and lose control, Helia should have retreated immediately to save her life. But for some reason, when she saw the other party's stunned look, she felt a sour feeling in her heart, as if she owed him something, and she had an inexplicable sense of guilt.

"Did I say something wrong?" Helia did not retreat, but she did not dare to step forward either. She just said this carefully.

Jepas looked up at Helia's inquiring eyes. He could tell that although she was a little scared and wanted to escape immediately, she did not follow her instincts. Instead, she stayed where she was. The concern that was vaguely visible in her eyes was like a sweet rain that sprinkled on his dry and almost burning heart, calming the fire in his heart.

"No, I just remembered something. Don't worry about it, sister." Jepas calmed his breath and forced a smile that was not really happy.

"Oh, I didn't mean to remind you of sad things, I'm sorry." Helia apologized. Although she didn't think it was her problem, she had to bow her head under the eaves.

And she loves to die, but she doesn't really want to die! She still cherishes her life! Otherwise, she wouldn't keep playing this stupid game of house with Jepas.

"Sister, please step back. I will open the coffin for you." said Jepas.