I have a shelter

The knights heard the lord's words clearly, but when they put them together, they wondered if they had heard something wrong.

They even wondered if they hadn't woken up yet.

Jack's head was buzzing, his palms began to sweat, and he wanted to pick up the wine glass in front of him with a dry mouth, but he accidentally pushed it into the fire pit.

Only Martin blinked hard, and although his face was pale, it seemed that nothing serious happened - anyway, he didn't believe in God, but their lord.

But next to him, Anthony opened his mouth wide - he had guessed this long ago, and this guy was indeed a charlatan!

But this guy would actually say such a thing, and this is the person he knows? !

The same is true for the nun. But compared to the knights, her pretty face might be even paler.

Because although she expected this, she never thought that this guy would dare to say these words in front of the knights he deceived in this world dominated by the gods - although this is what she asked this charlatan to say.

"But I want to correct one thing." George stood up: "The unfaithfulness I mentioned may be a little different from yours."

Everyone in the tavern was waiting for what he was going to say, but the nun sneered - she wanted to hear how this charlatan was going to make up for these lies.

"We acknowledge all the contributions that the Seven Gods have made to this world - for thousands of years, they have been maintaining the order of this world. Let this world have a light in the midst of ignorance and darkness - they are called human relations and etiquette. This light has freed people from the barbaric era, and let them know how to distinguish between good and evil, know how to pity life, and know kindness and unity."

"I also acknowledge the significance of the Seven Gods - but these ideas are not given by the gods - just like fear and despair, just like sympathy and anger, everything comes from the human heart, and is something that people are born with."

"I also acknowledge that the Seven Gods have pointed out a direction for the human beings of this world for thousands of years, allowing people to avoid many detours on this road, discover the right things one by one, and pass them down from generation to generation - that is why I picked up this signpost and continued to move forward."

At this point, George looked at the saint in front of him.

"You said I don't believe in God, that's true. But what I don't believe is that these things are not given to people by God. I have faith, and I believe in the meaning of the seven gods, not the gods themselves."

"As you said, I don't know what I'm doing. Because the road given by the seven gods has an end - just like there are more powerful gods above that god. And now, we are groping forward in the dark fog."

"You must have heard a voice telling you this - the old world has been annihilated, and the new century has quietly begun." At this moment, George looked directly into the eyes of the saint. And the nun was like a thunderbolt.

She opened her mouth and wanted to explain something, but found that she couldn't say a word.

"I believe you have heard it, because I did too. Not only that, there was also a voice telling me that the seven gods are dead!"

At this moment, it seemed that a flash of lightning flashed across the hall, and the knights couldn't help looking at their lords, and in the dizziness, they looked out the window of the tavern, as if the sky was about to collapse.

"Now I tell you, these things are true."

Jack's hands and feet were numb, and he knelt on the ground. He lowered his head deeply and looked at the fire pit in front of him in confusion, as if he saw purgatory.

But the nun just shook, her face pale and pursed her lips - her faith was far more devout than Jack's, not because she had a stronger tolerance, but because she had already guessed this matter.

"But the one who said these words to me is not the same god as the one who told you!"

The knights suddenly raised their heads. They stared at their lord with wide eyes. And Anthony almost stood up and stared at the nun.

"That was the last words given to me by the Seven Gods before they died. He gave me the signpost and told me everything - the old world had been annihilated by the Seven Gods themselves, and he returned everything to mankind, allowing them to create a new world with their own hands!"

(Anthony was suddenly stunned and nodded slightly: 'It's still that charlatan')

George looked at his knights, those scattered subjects and several priests. Slowly nodded: "Everything in the shelter now, all the 'miracles' you said you saw were created by your own hands."

"In this land of hope created by your own hands, the light is constantly dispelling the fog, constantly telling us that we are on the right path and creating a new world - on this road, the fog is pervasive, covering the area that even the gods have never set foot on. But at the beginning of the world, when the seven gods were born, what they saw was the same as ours."

"You don't need to rely on any god. Because He has given everything to you. Because the moment you start to rely on yourself, you become a god's people."

George stretched out his hand, the golden holy flame rose slowly in his hand, and he sang a song of hope.

The sunlight outside the window suddenly shone into the tavern at this moment, and the light and shadow of angels vaguely emerged, and hymns echoed around George.

The knights raised their hands one after another, and holy fires followed the lord to burn. The sacred power filled their bodies, telling them that this power came from themselves.

"Why is it so pure?" The nun sat down on the chair dejectedly, her face pale and her eyes lost, and she kept muttering to herself: "Not a god"

Now it has been five days, and the secret in the tavern has been deeply hidden in the hearts of those who heard it that day-this matter is indeed not known to all the people in the territory, and even they themselves have to digest it.

After visiting the Cathedral of Dawn that night, the nun left the shelter in a daze and disappeared.

No one knows what she saw or heard. But Martin said that he saw a jigsaw puzzle, and the jigsaw puzzle told him not to learn from his lord, and to be more respectful of high-dimensional life

In addition, Alexander and others also returned to the tavern that night, but their faces were a little angry and bruised-I don’t know who will win or lose.

These red-robed knights were naturally not in the range of hiding secrets, and George's original intention was to say these words to them.

People are like this, they will be influenced by the people around them. When someone has accepted this fact, it will become easier for others to accept it.

But the knights were still depressed for a while.

In order to let these depressed guys relax and keep their mouths shut, George organized a winter tour with more than 30 people.

At first, their destination was Gavi's territory - there were many knights' sweethearts there, and Gavi was also very good at entertaining guests.

But after passing the South Mountain, in the snowy wilderness, the knights walked and walked, and began to gallop on horseback.

These people who originally planned to spend the New Year at the riverside didn't know where they were going, but they followed the roads and finally came to the manor where they had fought.

In the ruins in the snow, there were many footprints. There were also bunches of lifelike stamens woven with wheat straw by someone.

A large area of ​​the frozen river under the small bridge was chiseled open, and there were traces of snowmobiles being used to transport it.

On the square, there were very realistic ice sculptures, with incomplete bodies, standing or looking up at the sky - the number far exceeded the real fierce battle.

- The huge demon spread its wings, and was hung with knights who had fallen one after another. The whole body of these ice sculptures had melted in the flames made of snowflakes, but in the process of dying, they stabbed the demons with long swords.

In front of these ice sculptures, the knights knelt down on the manor square and cried.

Who said that heroes are not remembered by anyone?

Right and wrong, good and evil are in the heart of the people.

The strong wind made George's cloak rustle, and he looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and his eyes became moist.

"What a good New Year!"

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