The language of the gods is full of hints; a simple statement often carries extremely rich meanings, which means that there is not only one way to fulfill a proverb.
The different ways you complete the proverbs determine the skills you might acquire.
For example, two followers of the Food God Cult received the same proverb: "Listen to the taste of the sea!"
The Food God Cult teaches through food and also emphasizes listening. Therefore, a follower might turn a conch that can make sounds into a delicacy. This method is relatively simple, but the resulting ability is relatively weak.
Another type of follower hunts down sea monsters who are skilled at using their enchanting voices and turns them into delicacies; in doing so, they may gain even more powerful skills bestowed by the gods.
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The teacher's words were simple, easy to understand, and exceptionally interesting. Before we knew it, the class was over, and a cacophony of sounds arose. Indeed, no matter what kind of world it is, the break time is always the liveliest and most lively moment.
Phil Gray looked helplessly at the little boy and girl surrounding him. "Little ones, what's wrong?"
Are you our new classmates?
The red-haired boy raised his head, a sly smile in his eyes.
"Haren! This is His Highness the Holy Son, don't be rude!" The teacher put down the textbook on the podium and rushed over to stop him.
But it was precisely this sentence that drew even more children to gather around.
"It's His Highness the Holy Son!"
"Wow, Grandpa told me we have a new Holy Son, and I never thought I'd actually meet him today!"
"He doesn't seem as handsome as Vincent Seiko."
The little girl with two braids said with some regret.
Phil Gray only removed his mask when he first met the elders, but otherwise wore it to maintain his identity as "Kane".
At least for the time being, the Holy Son of Dawn and the Pope of Destiny cannot be the same person.
“I am not your new classmate. I am here on behalf of His Holiness the Pope to check whether you are paying attention in class. This student, Harlan, is doing well and participates actively in class. And these students... as the next generation I teach, you are all excellent!”
Phil Gray said with a smile, showering the children with praise, which earned him a cheer.
The teacher standing on the podium also looked moved.
Only Eli, standing behind him, touched his nose and then gave me that knowing smile.
"Your Highness, where shall we go for our next study trip?"
As he stepped out of the classroom, the blond, blue-eyed servant asked "respectfully," earning only a helpless look from His Highness.
"The 'Dialogue with the Gods' course is on the third floor."
“Both the Church of the Dead and the Church of Life have offered this course, and I’ve taken it too. It’s incredibly boring. The gods won’t pay any attention to you, but the boss might not,” Eli said, stroking his chin with some interest.
Phil Gray was also very curious. He had casually asked God to let his cousin hear the Proverbs, and his cousin did hear them. He didn't know if it was a coincidence or if God had actually sensed it. Also, before he became a chosen one of the day prophets, he had explained astronomical knowledge to Him, and the other party heard it as well.
Perhaps I have inadvertently met some condition for communicating with the gods?
Is it because they come from another world that they receive so much attention from the gods?
However, sometimes, such as when he first came to the continent of Ver, he strongly questioned the gods, but they did not respond.
So it depends on their mood, right?
They quietly entered the classroom, where the students were listening intently and didn't notice their arrival at all.
The twelve- or thirteen-year-old devotees had bright, clear eyes full of longing. They yearned for the gods to hear their voices, which would be the greatest honor for believers.
However, as time goes by, they gradually become disappointed. The gods can hear, but they don't pay special attention to the voices of believers. Not to mention sincere prayers, even openly and loudly insulting the gods is not worth their attention.
Ahem, although devout believers would never do such a thing.
"...Theoretically, starting from the Prayer level, your prayers can be heard by the gods, and you can strengthen your prayers by reciting specific incantations...Occasionally you may even receive a response from the gods, but it's best to only ask for their help in times of crisis. At the Divine Descent level, the consciousness of the gods can descend upon you, and at this point you can certainly communicate with them. And at the Divine Path and Quasi-God levels, you can serve at the side of the gods!"
This was a female teacher. When she got to the crucial part of her lecture, soft strands of light golden hair clung to her cheeks, but she didn't seem to care. She used vivid language to encourage the young children who had just become members of the Familiar.
Phil Gray idly fiddled with the Death Stone on his wrist. The whole class was indeed of little use to him; the rest of "Conversations with God" was all about the various precautions to take when praying to the gods.
What must be done with honorifics, with utmost devotion, and, under certain conditions, with the prayer texts and offerings read aloud beforehand…
"Xiao Tian, you were by the side of the God of Fate for a thousand years?"
Phil Gray uses his consciousness to call upon the scales of fate, and the talkative sacred objects residing in the soul are sometimes particularly suitable for passing the time when bored.
"Yes, Master, I've been by His side for a long time, until a thousand years ago when He left me in the mortal realm. I was initially very unhappy, but when I thought about... well, when I thought about being able to appreciate the scenery of the mortal world, the thousand years of loneliness didn't seem so bad. Anyway, I've been sleeping all the time..."
Tianping's voice started to sound a little melancholy, but he quickly cheered up.
"What kind of god is the God of Fate?" Phil Gray asked curiously. Was it like those apostates imagined, taking pleasure in toying with people's fates? Was that why he brought him from another world here and cast his gaze upon him from time to time?
However, since He saved him from almost dying by looking directly at the sun, it must not be as the apostates imagine.
“He is good! Super good! He is a good god!” Xiaotian shouted excitedly, its voice almost emanating from its soul. Phil Gray felt as if he had been pricked on the head with a needle.
"...What's so good about it?"
Although I knew that he shouldn't ask such a question given his status, as it would raise doubts about the steadfastness of his faith, I couldn't help but ask anyway.
"He... umm, I don't think I can say it. To prevent the Holy Spirit or other followers who descend to the mortal realm from revealing the situation of the divine kingdom and the gods, we are all bound by laws and cannot speak..." Xiao Tian stammered for a long time before awkwardly saying.
I thought the Libra Holy Spirit would utter a series of hymn-like words praising God's mercy, but it turns out this guy might actually be trying to reveal some divine messages.
And it seems quite important?
However, it's unclear whether this claim of being bound by laws is genuine or merely a pretext.
“Okay, but with the constraints of laws, how did the author of this book know so many anecdotes about the gods and what happened in the divine kingdom, and still manage to write it down? Is it fake? But I don’t think the content of the book is fabricated.”
Phil Gray took out the book "Tales of the Gods" that he had acquired back in the Western Continent from his spatial storage.
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