Storybook

The path to man-made gods is also the path for humans to become gods.

This is the path that the Church of the Lord of All Powers has always wanted to take. They believe that as long as the old gods' theology is rebuilt, the Age of Darkness can be saved.

When he first met the Pope, he told Mason that it was impossible for a man-made God to appear in the past.

The directions of fate are countless and difficult to control. The gods control the trajectory of fate, and their existence will have a huge impact on this path, making it difficult to succeed.

But Nasir said that if one wants to become a god, one must get the approval of the twelve gods, only then can one succeed.

Same purpose, completely different channels. Who is right and who is wrong?

Mason was confused and had doubts in his heart. Nasir said nothing more.

It was too early for the cub to think about these things. The number of people favored by the gods was very small, and he needed to check the other party's identity carefully.

The prey on the ground had been processed. The black-haired man raised his chin to Christine and said, "Let's cook. We're having barbecue today."

"no problem!"

The famous knight of the gods immediately obeyed the order. He had been hungry for a long time, so he just had a good meal.

Nasir waved to Mason: "Follow me."

He took Mason into the cabin. The cabin looked small from the outside, but inside it was filled with many things in a folded space.

Altar, dressing room, bedroom, kitchen, study, and plantation.

All kinds of rooms are available, and the overall decoration is black. The most eye-catching thing is the statue placed in front of the altar. The black-robed Grim Reaper looks down at the visitors, holding a sickle in his right hand and a lantern in his left hand, and his face is blurred.

In front of the altar was a black coffin, barely visible beneath the layers of black veil. In front of the coffin was a bouquet of white flowers, as fresh as if they had just been picked, with a few drops of dew on the petals.

Nasir pointed to the coffin and said, "This is my bed. Please don't disturb me at night unless it's something special."

Mason glanced at the coffin subtly: the black-haired man did not explain, but led him inside and opened the door of the study.

"This is my study. You will live here from now on."

The sunken wood bookshelf is extremely tall, filled with all kinds of books. The top of the bookshelf reaches all the way to the ceiling, and the rows are very neatly arranged. Looking at it, it can be said that it is a vast ocean of books.

All the lighting comes from above your head, and if you look closely you'll find that it all comes from the pearls inlaid on the ceiling. Thousands of pearls, each the size of a child's fist, are arranged in a certain order to form the shape of the starry sky, emitting just the right amount of light through magic.

Nasir whispered a spell, and white bone spurs appeared on the ground, crisscrossing to form a small bed.

"Christine will deliver the quilt. You can read these books at will. You can decide your own pace. I only have one request. I will conduct regular spot checks. If you fail to meet my requirements—"

Nasir smiled faintly, and a chill ran down Mason's back. He said nothing more, but Mason did not dare to slack off and nodded heavily.

Seeing that he was obedient, the man's tone softened: "Of course, if you meet the requirements, there will be rewards, and I can answer all your questions."

"all?"

"Yes. I can tell you everything you want to know, the secrets of the path to godhood, and even the goddess of fate, as long as you can meet my requirements."

The indigo eyes were smiling, and the ending tone was like a soft snake, wrapping people's hearts and making them feel soft. The other party's words were simply a blatant temptation, making Mason swallow his saliva.

"Yes, teacher!"

Who wouldn’t be confused after hearing this?

It's just learning! Is he afraid of learning? He's afraid that he won't have enough time to learn here! As long as he dares to ask, he can get the bottom of the other person!

Looking at the burning fighting spirit on the cub's face, Nasir nodded with satisfaction.

"If there are words you don't know, you can go to Christine to learn. He often teaches his younger brothers and sisters how to read, and he is very good at it."

After saying that, the black-haired man walked away. Si didn't worry at all about leaving a child alone in the study.

He had read so many books in the Dark Mist Era, how could he become illiterate just because he had traveled through time? Mason confidently picked up a book nearby. The red spine felt smooth and thick to the touch, and the title was elegantly written in gold ink. The words were full of the aura of a master.

The silver-haired cub stared at the unfamiliar strings of tadpole characters, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

It is true that the writing of the Dark Mist Age and the pre-Dark Mist Age is common. In the story of the Goblin Pica, he can read.

But he forgot that he was now living in an even more distant era of God's favor. The writing at that time was later called ancient magic writing, which was one of the required courses for mages.

Mason never expected that not only his body but also his knowledge would return to that of a cub. He was speechless and choked with anger, holding this and went out angrily.

As soon as he walked out of the house, he smelled the aroma of steaming barbecue.

A bonfire was lit in front of the house, and a barbecue grill was set up. The golden and fat barbecued meat was sizzling, and the blond knight was humming a song, slicing the meat with a dagger in his right hand, and feeding the Pegasus beside him with his left hand from time to time.

Neil was eating hard. Seeing the cub standing blankly at the door, the considerate Pegasus neighed to remind his master of the other's arrival. Christine turned around and waved at him with a smile.

"Come and eat barbecue, Canaan, be careful of the burns."

The silver-haired cub walked over slowly, and the knight caught sight of the book in his hands and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Nasir let you into the study? He was pretty nice to you. When I first met him, I wanted to borrow his room, but he beat me to the ground."

The cub looked at him with its blue eyes and spoke softly, "What do you want to borrow?"

Christine was itching to reach out and pinch the other person's face, but his hands were covered with oil. "I want to use the Holy Book of Light copied by the first generation of saints to drive away the plague in a town. Put the book back first and ask Nasir to come for dinner."

The cub nodded obediently and ran to put the book away. After a while, he popped his head out from behind the door and said, "I didn't find the teacher."

"He should be in the lab. Can you help me get some dishes? Let's cut the barbecue and go call him together."

The cub quickly came over with a pile of plates. The smooth porcelain plates were a big challenge for his chubby little hands. He also misjudged his own strength and took many plates in one go.

He stared at the porcelain plate with full concentration, his expression becoming a little serious. Christine couldn't help wanting to laugh but suppressed it, saying nonchalantly, "Just leave it here. Thank you for your hard work, Canaan."

"You are welcome."

The cub obediently put down the plates and arranged them so that he could put the meat on them. These plates looked ordinary, but they were actually magical items with magical patterns drawn on them. He just wanted to observe the details, but the complex patterns stumped him.

Mason was sketching these lines in his mind, not realizing that the knight had his back to him and his mouth was curled up wildly.

He held the dagger and sliced ​​the roast meat with great skill. The slices as thin as cicada wings and the thick and chewy chunks of meat fell into the plate respectively. His knife skills were exquisite.

After all the barbecue was cut, Christine washed his hands, picked up the silver-haired cub, and finally fulfilled his previous wish.

He pinched the cub's cheek happily and said, "Let's go find Nasir now. His laboratory is underground and quite dangerous. You'd better not go in without his permission."

He carried her into the house and stopped in front of the coffin. Mason then saw a palm-sized mirror inlaid on the front of the coffin.

What was reflected in the mirror was not their faces, but a young man holding a bouquet of flowers.

He has deep eyes and black hair draped over his shoulders, looking quietly at the people outside the frame, with a beautiful rose garden behind him. The breeze blows a few strands of hair onto his forehead, making him look more human than Nasir now.

The thin lips opened and closed, and a cold voice came out: "What's the matter?"

Christine replied cheerfully, "The meal is ready. Come out and eat. Canaan personally went to get the plate for me."

Nasir in the mirror glanced at him, his eyes visibly speechless.

He stopped talking. After a while, patterns appeared on the coffin, the lid opened, and Nasir sat up from inside.

Isn't this your bed... You put the entrance to the laboratory in your bed?

Facing the cub's questioning eyes, Nasir stood up gracefully: "Experiments are the best sleep for me."

Well, who says this is the teacher? Mason wisely accepted this answer and extended his hand to the other party with childish awareness.

“.....”

Nasir looked at him with emotionless eyes, and the latter stretched out his hand persistently, his eyes full of expectation.

About ten seconds later, the black-haired man took the cub from Christine and walked out holding him.

The silver-haired kid leaned on his shoulder and said, "Teacher, will you let me learn the magic of these words directly?"

"Can."

The cub's blue eyes were almost twinkling with stars. As long as it was useful, he would do anything, not just pretend to be cute.

"Can you use it on me?"

"No."

The other party: "......"

Christine burst out laughing, but quickly stopped laughing before Nasir looked over and rushed out to get the plate.

Nasir glanced at the open space. A pile of white bones burst out from the ground, forming a long table and chairs that exuded a strong smell of death. He sat down on the main seat holding the cub, and the blond knight was busy running around like a diligent little bee.

“Try this. This is the tastiest part.”

Christine took the initiative to take over the task of feeding the cub, and after a brief struggle, the other party shamefully surrendered.

It's just a meal, how can it be more important than finding out information? He nestled in Christine's arms, eating delicious barbecue while acting cute like a curious baby: "Brother Christine, how did you get to know the teacher?"

"I am here to gain the favor of the God of Death."

The blond knight swallowed the meat in his mouth and answered clearly.

"The only followers of the God of Death are the dead. Most of them have returned to the Kingdom of Death. Not many of them are active outside. Nasir is one of them."

Wow, I guessed it right. Mason secretly looked at the other person's expression. The black-haired man used a knife and fork to cut the meat on the plate, his voice was dull and emotionless.

"To gain the favor of God, one must either be recognized by God or recognized by God's spokesperson, and indirectly obtain God's approval. My Lord guards the peace of the dead day and night. His kingdom is located at the bottom of the sea of ​​death, and the living are not allowed to enter. So he found me."

"But I was rejected." Christine shrugged helplessly. "He said the mark of death is only given to the dead."

Nasir said coldly: "The living have enjoyed everything in the world, and only peace is left in death. It is impossible to take care of both ends."

"According to this idea, Brother Christine will become a god after his death?"

"It's not that simple. To truly become a god, you must do three things. First, don't become an evil god. Second, gain the favor of the twelve gods. Third, go through the three stages of becoming a god."

“Among the twelve gods, the god of war prefers justice, courage and sacrifice rather than vicious battles. The god of twin snakes, who has the most chaotic stance, is worshipped by many thieves and killers, but he has been looking for the divinity of the goddess of the earth, hoping to gain control of the earth. The god of death symbolizes death, reincarnation and sleep.”

"A long time ago, the Earth Goddess was also one of the righteous gods. She was in charge of the earth and wealth, with the core being the earth godhood, and wealth was just an addition. Even so, after her fall... the Twin Snake God was born. This one is a more special existence among the Twelve Righteous Gods, responsible for acting as a hunter to eliminate evil gods. In short, you only need to remember one thing: there must not be evil gods among the righteous gods."

Nasir emphasized the last sentence with an extremely strict attitude. Christine interrupted at the right time to ease the tense atmosphere.

"The next three stages are as follows. The first stage is to leave your name in people's hearts, triggering the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven."

"The second stage is to leave your mark on the world and undergo the [Flawless Crowning]."

"The third stage is to leave your mark in destiny. With the seal of the Twelve Gods, leave your name on the World Tree and ascend to the throne of God."

Mason sorted out his thoughts. In the Dark Mist Era, there were four stages to becoming a god. First, possessing Heaven; second, making great achievements and becoming a proof; third, gaining the approval of the gods; and finally, igniting the divine fire. The contents of the two stages were actually the same.

There was only one thing that puzzled Mason: "Why must the evil god be excluded?"

Nasir ate the barbecue slowly and said calmly, "Have you finished reading the book?"

Mason choked.

You know more, you are right, and you are the boss!

He angrily bit off the barbecue that Christine fed him and chewed it as if it were Nasir. He felt a little frustrated when he thought that he was a college student in his previous life, but now he could not read.

He looked at the knight expectantly and made a sincere invitation: "I don't know these words, can you teach me?"

Judging from the face alone, Canaan is definitely the most handsome of Mason's models.

Let's not talk about the shameless vest of the profiteer. Unlike Aurelius's handsomeness, Canaan's appearance is incomparably exquisite. When he is shrunk, his lips are red and his teeth are white. His eyes are big and round. His cold temperament makes him look as cute as if he is pretending to be a little adult.

Christine has been taking care of his younger siblings since he was young, so he has no resistance to cubs. When he went out to kill monsters before, he couldn't refuse the children from the nearby villages who wanted to ride on big horses, let alone such a cute little one.

The knight agreed immediately without thinking: "No problem, I'll go find a textbook and come back in a minute."

Having said this, he didn't even eat his meal, called Neil and left.

An hour later, a magical bedtime storybook appeared in front of Mason.

As he stared in bewilderment, a cheerful quacking sound came from the book.

"My dear little fellow, I am your best friend, Guagua. Today I will teach you how to read the Chinese character Guagua. Please take out your paper and pen and follow me to write - Guagua!"

An illusory frog jumped on the pages of the magic book, guiding the floating symbols. Christine stood beside it, feeling very proud.

"This is the storybook I found for Akana. It will help you learn. Isn't it cute and interesting?"

The Ak he was talking about should be the most famous alchemist in the God-favored Era, Ak Rudolf. He and Christine were close friends.

Mason was confused. He didn't want to know how he managed to make the round trip in just one hour, nor did he want to know how the other party introduced himself to the alchemist.

The cub stared at the frog shaking its body happily with a blank expression on his face. It took him a long time to squeeze out a stiff thank you from between his teeth.

"...thank you, I like it very much."

Each word has a pause, with emphasis on rhythm and pause.

"You're welcome, as long as you like it!"

The stupid knights' smiles shone. Behind them, Nasir calmly took a sip from his after-dinner teacup and hid his raised lips.