The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1085

[Chapter 123 The Righteous Saint Sisyphus]

“You finally understand.”

Yaon’s always stern face couldn’t help but soften a little.

But he still didn’t show a good face.

He just put down the tea and showed a mocking expression: “But the funny thing is, those lay people still don’t understand.

“They just know that my old man likes stories.

So in this land, stories can even become the hardest currency – it can be used in exchange for slaves, in exchange for houses, in exchange for land, in exchange for titles.

Because as long as I can get my approval, I have the opportunity to become the bishop of the church.

“So those rich people are always by the side of writers, playwrights, and bards. It’s like a dog in a restaurant, it’ll stay by the side while eating, watching your every move… hope As soon as they can leak some meat, they will be ecstatic to pick it up.”

Having said this, Yaweng couldn’t help laughing out loud.

It certainly wasn’t a good-natured smile.

Rather, it’s like being amused by a clown…a condescending smile full of arrogance and sarcasm: “Don’t you think they’re an outstanding drama in their own right?

” These clowns.

these fraudsters.

these rich people.

these nobles.

this island.

This whole country — makes me laugh.

“In the beginning, when they bought a good story, they couldn’t wait to find someone who was nice and smart from their own children and sent them to the church. Let them submit articles to me in the name of the creator of the story… They actually thought that this would be a good idea. You lied to

me. Hahahahahaha!”

Yaweng laughed.

Annan also sighed.

Do they really believe that these bought stories can deceive the gods?

No…

Or, would they rather believe it was true?

“But on your side…”

“Of course I accepted some people, but I scolded more.”

Javon shrugged: “Because some of them are talented. They don’t need to buy those stories at all, just get their kids to go to church, or just practice more at home, and that’s a goal in itself.

“But they don’t believe it.

They have to spend money to cheat… They would rather trust money than their own children or their talents.

This ‘live drama’ caught my eye more than their ridiculous behavior.

“After that, things took a new turn. They saw that I accepted some people and rejected some people, so they thought it was ‘the story was not good enough’.

“They set up some ‘art’ on their own .

Jury’, trained some ‘art appreciation committees’, and asked them to analyze the ‘works’ brought by those who were rejected by me – it really allowed them to find some rules in a decent manner, and became the so-called ‘ Art is good or bad standard’!

Speaking of

which, Ya Weng was overwhelmed with joy and laughed.

The “artistic standard” that did not exist from the very beginning

turned into an industry and a guild.

“Since then, every time I scolded some people, they It is necessary to analyze what is wrong with the work brought by this person; every time I accept some people,

they must analyze what are the advantages of this work.

The thing is, I’ve looked at people from the very beginning…not the story itself.

“They live by stories, but they don’t understand what [story is a living thing]-a story is an invisible monster that can absorb the nutrients of life, gradually grow and twist. It is human’s desire, human’s pain, human’s Struggling… is a part of man, like a cut hair, a gouged eye. It is a flesh and blood cut off in pain and hope.”

Javon leaned back in his chair and said casually: “And the stories they stole, and the Not rooted in the soil called ‘life’. Although the flowers are beautiful at first glance, they are rootless flowers, empty and nothing.

“As you once told me…that Hamlet story.

”

As Yaon was talking, he suddenly stabbed Annan: “That’s not the story of our world. It may be a projection of society in another world, but in our case, it does not foreshadow or symbolize anything. … The contradictions in that world are not the contradictions here, and the desires of people are not the desires of us here.

“The Noahs cannot understand why the Winters leave their hometown crying, just as the Winters do not understand why they Money is more important than family; here in Denisoya, fishermen and sailors can become pirates at any time, they are the sons of the sea; but in the Silmarillion Island, which is very near here, they become miners and mines again. conflict between the masters.

“Stories are living things, Annan. I hope you can remember this… The demands of people in every country and place are different. Use your own ‘thinking’ and measure the pain of the other party for yourself. , this is a kind of arrogance.”

Speaking of which, Yaon gave Zhi Ji a sideways look: “Just like that little fool, he didn’t encourage you to get the holy skeleton before he made you advance to gold… Do you know why this is? “…Why

?

”

Annan really didn’t know the answer to this question.

He just remembered that Zhi Ji had indeed suggested that to him at the time… but he didn’t say the reason behind it.

And Annan also hesitated because of this, and finally gave up this statement because the holy skeleton was far away and decided to grab the time.

But looking at Yaon’s meaning…it seems that he did it right?

“You can also read that sentence, ‘Fate is the rut of the sky’ or something… Your luck is indeed very good.”

Yaon said slowly: “The meaning of the holy skeleton is ‘inheritance’. It is a great man who will The unfinished business is preserved and the unquenchable fire that is handed over to future generations.

“The ‘Soul of Dyeing’ and the ‘Soul of Congealing’ superhumans get the holy bones for completely different purposes.

The transcendents with dyed souls have unwavering desires and determinations themselves, so the Sacred Bones will ask them to ‘do those things’ and provide them with power in exchange.

“But if it’s a ‘congealed soul’ superhuman…their souls are as pure as water and as clean as silver. They haven’t been tainted by desire, so it means they have more possibilities. They get the silver rank Holy bones, the soul will be saturated and discolored by the desires in the holy bones.”

Yaon said, looking at Annan with deep meaning: “Using your… ‘system’ way of speaking. That is,’ If you get the holy skeleton at the silver rank, you can inherit the profession of the first generation of saints’, have you thought of anything?”

“…Wizard’s Tower?”

Annan blurted out.

Although he was a little concerned about the “system” mentioned by Javon, he immediately realized that the information about the holy skeleton was more important.

If you get the holy skeleton at the silver level, you can use the holy skeleton to dye your soul and get the designated occupation.

——Isn’t this the inheritance of the tower master?

!

“That’s right.”

Yaon nodded in satisfaction.

He sighed and poured himself and Annan a cup of tea each.

This brown color and tea fragrance is a superb product that Annan has never seen or tasted.

This is naturally one of the world-leading skills that Javon has mastered.

“The ‘profession’ inherited from the Wizard Tower is the last remnant of those ‘dead gods’.”

Yaon raised the teacup and took a sip.

He said calmly: “And the first ‘Saint’ in the world—that is, the body of the [Heart of Justice], the Saint of Justice… The reason why he became a Saint is because he could not become a god, but Strong enough. He doesn’t want his inheritance of ‘the way of justice’ to be cut off, and people in the future yearn for justice but can’t find it…

“So before he died, he used his last strength to open up outside the ‘path of sublimation’ a trail.

“…Then, he is so outstanding, why didn’t he become a god?”

Hearing this, Annan vaguely realized something.

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Both Cup Holder and Zhi Ji suggested that they get the “Heart of Justice”, but neither Lady Mystery nor Yaon thought they were suitable for the “Heart of Justice”.

Coupled with the identity of the first saint…

he suddenly [understood].

“…Is it because of the Heavenly Vehicle Master?”

“Yes.”

Yaon nodded.

The smile on his face completely subsided.

He slowly put down the teacup, the expression on his face was no wave: “The saint of justice is far older than the other saints, and much older.

“His name is Sisyphus, he is a brave and cheerful young man , is also a believer of the heavenly carriage.

He was the last god to be promoted by the ‘Tianche Master’, and the only god who failed to ascend.

“He loves the Heavenly Chakri, and respects and worships her. He swore that when he became a god, he would make justice everywhere and never be late… So he was recognized by the world and received the title of “Pale” The Book of Truth of Justice. And the Heavenly Chariot Master will personally send him to the realm of light.

“And just when he ascended to the halfway on the skycar…

“——The Heavenly Wheel Master, she fell. Just in Sisyphus In front of you.”

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