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The knights searched Ebo up and down for several days, and rescued a few "fish that slipped through the net", leaving a small team and some Ebo people to take care of the surviving yaks and collect supplies. After that, Ebo The history of Ebo has come to an end. Even if Bills returns in the spring of the next year, Ebo will already exist in name only.

It snowed heavily for two or three days from time to time, and except for the magician, they couldn't go out at all. The residents of the Knight Village wandered back and forth in the kang house, gathering in twos and threes to chat, eat and sleep, and occasionally fall in love. Everyone was very satisfied.

Cecil also had plenty of time to chat with Langdon.

"Do all human activities produce gods?" Cecil asked while brushing butter on the mushroom skewers on the stove.

Langdon sat on the floor next to him and cut the thawed beef. Hearing this, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Then the number one god in the world should be the god of shit. People can hold back hunger and thirst, but who can hold back shit?"

Cecil said embarrassingly: "Does that mean that more advanced technology can produce gods?"

"It can be said like this." Langdon said, "If a certain technology originally had a god, then when you upgrade to a more advanced technology, a god will definitely appear."

Cecil asked curiously: "Won't the original gods be upgraded directly?"

"It depends on the updated technology. If other technologies are used to achieve better results, then new gods must be created. If the original technology is improved, it may make the original gods stronger. "Langdon's eloquent appearance is always shining, and Cecil is a little fascinated. "Moose is actually not a high-level god. There is another skin god in this world..."

"Pfft!" Cecil couldn't help laughing.

Langdon cast a condemning and helpless look over, and said, "That skin god is actually not a particularly powerful god, but the number of believers is much more than that of Moose, so he has become a leather god." Lord of the realm."

Cecil said with some concern: "Will the birth of this new god have an impact on that skin... the main god?"

"Why does it have an impact? The representative of the skin god uses all kinds of skins. Strictly speaking, the relationship between him and this new god is a subordinate relationship. However, with the further increase in the number of believers in the god of tanning , It is also possible that the status of the two is reversed." Langdon said indifferently, "Besides, the root cause of Moose's downfall is His stupidity and jealousy. In fact, this new god does not have the power to defeat Moose. He did it himself. "

Cecil thought for a while and said, "If I create a brand new thing that doesn't exist in this world, will the new god be able to occupy the main god as soon as it is born?"

"I think instead of thinking about how to occupy the main god, it's better to think about how to create a new god 100%." ​​Langdon handed the skewered beef to Cecil, "There used to be a civilization that wanted to create a powerful god. God, they invented many weapons, sold them to other countries and civilizations, expanded their influence, won many praises, and finally they got a business transaction god."

"Pfft!" This time, Cecil quickly explained after laughing, "I don't mean to be disrespectful, I just think it's funny."

"Laugh, you should cry if you encounter such a situation." Langdon also laughed, "It's not that you will get the desired results if you follow the steps, especially in the field of gods. Speaking of it , Without the various studies of those magic lunatics, I am afraid that our knowledge of gods will still be blank."

When mentioning the "enemy of life", Cecil immediately restrained his smile: "Didn't you say that there is a god of magic? How about this? This god can command all magicians?"

"emmmmmmmm..." Langdon made an intriguing voice, "how should I put it, mortals create gods, but magicians want to become gods, so their attitude towards the god of magic is very subtle. There have been rumors that, A certain powerful magician imprisoned the God of Magic, and even researched and dissected the God. These are rumors. So far, the God of Magic is still the strongest among the gods of civilization, and he is also the most hated god by other civilization gods Only, basically, it’s a role that grandma doesn’t love and uncle doesn’t love.”

After hearing these words, Cecil couldn't help feeling sympathetic to the god of magic. It's really Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror, and he is not human on both sides.However, the attitude of mortals in this world toward gods is quite similar to Confucianism. If gods and Buddhas are useless, I will replace them... Wait a minute, shit, isn’t this similar to magicians?

Cecil struggled for a while, then asked cautiously: "Then what, is there anyone who looks like me among the magicians?"

"Like you?" Langdon blinked. "You mean similar to your background?"

"Ah."

"It seems that there is, but no one will publicize this kind of thing." Langdon smiled and said in a warning tone, "Do you think so?"

"...You are right!" Cecil immediately bowed his head and gave in.

The days indoors are not so difficult if there is someone to accompany them. Cecil fled from one room to another and learned a lot of gossip.

Carroll reported which house fell in love with which room, which room broke up with which room, and had a good time.The baby has now become its follower, and the two are inseparable. The thick fur is not afraid of the wind and snow at all, and only the local animals are left to move unscrupulously outdoors.

Cecil got some white paint from Ebo, and mobilized everyone to write a number on each room. In order to grab the number 7, Oakes and Russell even directly issued an official authority.

"What's so good about 7?" Cecil didn't understand at all.

"In the language of Oakes, this number seems to represent sexual harmony," Langdon explained.

Cecil snorted contemptuously: what a pathetic man!

There are more than 400 houses in the village, not only simple one-room rooms, but also small second floors. Cecil went to visit and was very envious. After asking Langdon to help build one, he got the following answer: "You You don’t live in the wilderness, why should you care about these things? If you want so much, why don’t you come and learn magic?”

Cecil immediately withered. Recently, Langdon often nagged him to learn magic. He tried it, and concluded: Magic wants to kill me, just like the teacher who wants to kill me on earth!

He couldn't understand it at all, no matter what position he changed to, he couldn't understand it. He tried without interpreting magic, and he couldn't understand it even more. However, he discovered some interesting things because of this.

Langdon's native language was very slow, and it seemed understandable to think of their original huge size, with a heavy feeling, listening to it too much would make people drowsy.

Oakes' native language is like singing, with a sense of lightness and lightness. He really looks like a small elf with transparent wings, which is very cute in contrast to his appearance.

Russell's mother tongue was very common, and it sounded like the polysyllabic alphabet language, but Cecil couldn't analyze the vowels in it anyway, and seemed to change his pronunciation every few sentences, which made His language sounds like "AAAAA, BBBB, CCCC", which is very funny.

Anyway, Cecil couldn't learn magic.

"Magic hates me," Cecil said after several failures.

"Magic doesn't hate you. Your original magic test score was very high." Langdon sighed and said, "Just work harder..."

"No, no, no, I won't work hard anymore, I think my efforts should be used in more beneficial places." Cecil resolutely refused, "Well, look at such a heavy snow and such a cold day, we Go outside and find out if there is a tung tree, if there is, we will not only be able to use oil lamps in the future, but also have many uses!"

Langdon wiped his face helplessly: "Let's? Go out?"

Cecil quickly said: "No, okay, then I..."

"Okay, let's go." Langdon said with a smile, "Let's go tomorrow, I'll call you."

Cecil: "..."

No, wait a minute, male god, I don't want to go out, I just find an excuse to divert my attention from learning magic!

Unfortunately, Langdon was a man of his word, and the next morning, Cecil was awakened in bed by a kiss that was so loud and so loud that it almost hit him on the cheek with his mouth.

Walking in the knee-deep snow, Cecil scolded himself [-] times in his heart as "bad mouth", and couldn't see anything during the hard trek--isn't this a matter of course, heavy snow!What can I see!

It was probably because Cecil exuded despair from every pore in his body. After half an hour of walking in the snow, Langdon finally called the griffin out of mercy.After getting on the "plane", Cecil found that he was going in the wrong direction.

"where are we going?"

"Toto Port, haven't you always wanted to go shopping?" Langdon's words sounded like the sound of nature, "Go and have a look today, anyway, I'm free."

Cecil almost didn't cheer, and shrank back into Langdon's arms. They rode together in order to save money-emphasize that it was really to save money!

The impact of the cold winter season on Porto Toto is very significant. The flow of people and carriages on the street has decreased a lot, and some shops have even closed. Even so, Cecil is still in high spirits. As soon as he gets off the "plane", he goes straight to the spice shop and drug store. is the next stop.

The types of spice shops are much less than Cecil imagined. In his opinion, although the world doesn't care about the taste of food, it is normal to use spices for other purposes. As a result, he not only sold the most common animals and plants Spices, such as musk, clove, and sandalwood, were not found, and many terrible things were also found.

In the center of the ceiling of the spice shop hangs a head the size of a gong, face down, with two eyeballs falling out of their sockets, shining like light bulbs.

Cecil stared at this thing blankly for a long time, always wondering if this spice shop was the stronghold of some terrible cult.

"Noble lord, this is the best incense-soaked corpse demon. You see, as long as the head of this kind of extremely smelly thing is cut off, its eyes are pulled out, and it is air-dried, it will emit a steady stream of fragrance." The salesman The clerk took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly, "Ah, what an intoxicating smell!"

Cecil: "..."