"If it was two months ago, what you said might have made some sense." Alvin smoothed his hair that was messed up by the night wind and looked up at the sky.
“But you are a god now…”
"You have reported to me. It really posed a difficult problem for me and for the country of Sara."
"Your Majesty, I have never considered myself a god." Hitzfeld felt the need to explain this matter clearly. "We report this because it is indeed extremely important. It directly affects whether we can resist their invasion in the future. But I don't want this to cause any gap between us. It is enough for you to know that we all want to protect everything we have now from the bottom of our hearts."
The reason why it is "I" instead of "we" is because Xia Yibing deliberately concealed the fact that she also has the "qualifications".
It wasn't that they didn't trust Alvin, but - that kind of thing had just happened not long ago! They were just preparing for the worst possibility.
As for what Hitzfeld said...
She was not a person who liked to cling to power and flatter the ruler. Even if she were a king as resourceful and "ruling" as Charuni, she would never have said such a thing.
But now she was facing Alwyn.
Alvin, she has proven herself many times. Sometimes Hitzfeld even feels that Alvin is the person who understands him best in the world besides Xia Yibing.
She had also demonstrated her spirit of sacrifice long ago, and that was definitely not acting, so Hitzfeld was the only one willing to say this to her, and she didn't object.
"But rules are rules." Elwin thought differently. "Just like after I ascended the throne, many people's attitudes towards me changed... Can I say that I don't want them to treat me that way? Can I order them to continue to treat me the same way as before?"
"No, Aisuen. I can't do this, and neither can you. Kingship and divine authority are similar things. I regard them as beacons, lights that guide others to follow..."
After talking about his own feelings, Alvin concluded: "I can still consider you as a friend~ But you also need to understand the change in your identity. It is not just for the sake of gaining vanity. What is more important is whether you can really achieve the level of God."
Speaking of this, Alvin couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked Hitzfeld a lot of questions about the place of origin.
"Is that so... The vortex tunnel formed by the golden divine fire is truly magical. That must be the trace left by the Sun Holy Sword."
"Your guess makes sense. In some ancient books, the dark branches symbolize the mother tree. There is a book, if I remember correctly, it should be called "Elsa's History of the Creation of the World", which tells the story of the goddess opening up a new world in the cracks of time. I can show it to you next time."
"Do you mind? No need... After all, we were different in status before. Even if I wanted to, Ruth wouldn't allow me. But now you are going to become the new totem of the tree people. Not to mention the ancient books in my hand, if you want, I guess Ruth will open the entire tree people's library for you to see."
It was easy to chat with Elwin, not only because she was very considerate and had a gentle and kind attitude towards us, but also because her voice was very pleasant. The Sara language in her mouth would always rise mischievously at the end of each sentence. Just listening to her speak could bring out her light and lively mood.
Elwin kept talking until her mouth was dry and she began to cough slightly. Hitzfeld saw that it was almost time and took her back to rest despite her resistance.
Your Majesty is still in good health, even healthier than me. If you don't send him back, he will be cut by the tree rings.
When I returned to the banquet hall, I found that the tables and the floor were already covered with people.
Only the two half-baked wooden men, Leon and Darent, were still talking incoherently in their sleep. The others - except for the three genuine tree men, Annual Ring, Heidi and Baliu - had all fallen into a deep sleep.
"..." Hitzfeld saw Ashley lying on the table with her butt sticking up, holding the helpless Lily in her arms, and two eyebrows were drawn on the big white dog's head with jam.
I remember telling them not to give Ashley alcohol...
After handing Alwin over to Annual Ring to take away, Hitzfeld felt a headache looking at the aftermath.
Fortunately, she had walnuts.
The reliable little puppet, she didn't drink a drop of alcohol. Even Xia Yibing was sleeping soundly in the main seat, and Hu Tao had already jumped out and started to clean up the mess quickly.
The plates and cutlery were cleaned and the leftovers were poured into the slop bucket.
There is no need to clean up the remaining garbage carefully. Just wrap it in the tablecloth and throw it away. This kind of mat and tablecloth is not valuable anyway.
Then I carried the guests upstairs one by one, helped them breathe, gave them water, and put them on beds to rest. In just over ten minutes, the living room was visibly clean.
Hitzfeld discovered this just after she had cleaned up Xia Yibing. She praised Hu Tao greatly and told her not to overwork herself.
The two of them worked together to deal with the remaining things and removed the jam off Lily's body. Only then did Hitzfeld have time to do his own thing.
That's not a break.
It's just past 10 o'clock now, and it's still early before late at night. She still has to go to the bedroom on time for class.
There was no time to take a shower, so I just washed my hands, feet and face with warm water. At 10:15, Hitzfeld returned to the bedroom on time.
She first glanced at the bed. Xia Yibing's shoulders were half exposed, her hair was disheveled, and from her outline under the quilt, she looked very relaxed while sleeping.
Ignore her for now...
I took my notebook and pen and sat down at the desk. Blood Crystal Crow was already waiting there leaning against a small blackboard.
"Not late."
Raven nodded, "It seems you haven't forgotten what is most important."
"I dare not forget, mentor."
Hitzfeld said modestly.
"Of course you dare not forget." The crow smiled, "It's just a mere 'qualification'. Isn't such a thing rare? Therefore, pride will only corrupt your sanity."
It's actually quite rare.
But that’s what Blood Crystal Crow says.
She didn't want Hitzfeld to be seriously arrogant.
“I know I have a lot of shortcomings.”
Hitzfeld admitted.
For example, although she has the "qualifications", how should she use them?
What does the so-called becoming a god mean?
If it is the sublimation of life level, then in what aspects is it manifested?
What changes will her body undergo? How should she properly view and guide these changes?
And there is power.
The power of gods should be different from that of mortals. How is this difference manifested? How is it different from extraordinary people? Are they just more powerful people like the gods of the last era, and can they control some kind of mysterious energy like them?
She didn't know any of this.
This is also the reason why she wanted to find Blood Crystal Crow to continue her studies.
The trainee goddesses are not just joking, they are seriously lacking in insights...
"What do you call your position?"
Blood Crystal Crow asked, "Mysterious Lord?"
"Not too bad."
Hitzfeld did indeed once call himself the Lord of Mystery.
"Can you rely on this to shield the seventh eye?"
"Yes."
“Can you tell me how you did it?”
"I am……"
Hitzfeld paused, as if considering his words carefully.
"It's actually the same principle as the gray fog."
"I covered the surface of the eyeball with my personal dreams, because I have the same eyes, and the connection between us allows me to do this easily... so that what it sees in the future is chaos, after all, I almost never dream."
“It’s a simple method, but it’s very effective.”
Crow reviews.
"So have you decided what kind of god you want to be?"
"Uh... ah?"
"You don't think the powers of gods are fixed, do you?" The crow laughed at her. "Sun God, Water God, Thunder God, Sea God... You don't think the throne in the sky has fixed attributes, do you? Do you think you should choose one of them to sit on?"
"Uh, I don't think so."
I don’t think God should have attributes either…
"Then this is the focus of our 'Goddess School' this time."
The crow tapped on the blackboard.
"So that you can understand the meaning of it and make up your mind what kind of god you want to be."
"If you can't understand these principles, then I advise you to give up your 'qualifications'."
“…Is it that serious?”
Hitzfeld was a little confused.
She never thought learning to be a god would be so difficult.
"Do you think!"
The crow stared.
"What will a God without persistence and faith eventually become?"
"Look at Yinsel."
"You should understand."
Chapter 3 Small Goals (Small Two-in-One)
Late at night, the Goddess School at Hitzfell Manor was still going on.
"First, tell me how you understand the word 'God'." The Blood Crystal Crow wrote words like "deity" and "gods" on the blackboard, then turned around and waited for the students to give their answers.
"More powerful creatures? Life?" Hitzfeld tried to say, "After all, to the natives, we who master firearms are similar to gods... In human cognition, gods seem to be able to do things that ordinary people can't do, so they are called that."
"More or less." The crow nodded. "Your understanding is fairly accurate. The main thing is that you have no fear of God. That's very good. This way we don't have to spend too much effort correcting your understanding here."
“…Is this important?”
"It's very important." Crow emphasized, "Let me give you an example - let's say you have admired someone since childhood."
"Ah."
"You idolized everything about her, and one day you were told that you could only save something if you became like her, so you vowed to become like her, and you were willing to sacrifice everything to achieve it."
"Um……"
"But because you admire her so much, you regard her every move as the goal you want to imitate. In the end, you succeeded in imitating her, but you only imitated 'the her in your conceptual cognition'... Is she the real her?"
Hitzfeld shook his head: "...I don't think so."
"Why not." Crow raised his feet and tapped the table. "Tell me more about it."
"Because we first need to understand what the core goal of imitation is," Hitzfeld said. "The core goal here is to 'save something', so maybe imitation means doing the same thing as 'her', rather than simply copying her in every aspect..."
"That's it! That's it!" The crow was very satisfied with her and knocked on the blackboard again: "Because of this, a person who worships God cannot be a good God!"
"In your perception, the gods are always noble and high above everyone else. Now it's your turn to be a god, and you force yourself to become like that - but how can you really do this?"
"Who is more noble than who? Who is more noble than who? Take myself as an example. I have been a savior, but was it because I wanted to save the world? Was it because I felt compassion for the suffering of sentient beings and wanted to save them?"
"Bullshit! I just wanted to save Ha Wen!"
"I'm not saying that the noble ideas above are wrong. It's not ruled out that some people really think that way, and can really use it as motivation. This kind of situation exists, which is of course a good thing. In fact, I'm also happy to see such people ascend to heaven. If you are such a person, then it would be the best."
"But human hearts are complicated, very complicated..."
"Although you have shown your nobility and kindness in many ways, I must consider the possibility that you are not that kind of person. I want to prevent you from hitting your head against reality with this kind of cognition, and eventually even your self-confidence collapses, and you are seduced and corrupted by those dirty things."
Blood Crystal Crow emphasized this aspect in great detail, even to the point of being long-winded. But Hitzfeld didn't find her annoying, because she knew that she was really thinking about this from the bottom of her heart.
Everything...Ms. Yusilian always said she wasn't cut out for teaching at first, but she's actually doing pretty well...
Knowing that this was because Crow had really put in the effort - that is, he really treated him as a student, Hitzfeld did not dare to be distracted for too long and took notes attentively.
If outsiders saw this scene, they would definitely find it ridiculous.
It was absurd enough that a person was listening to a lecture by a crow, let alone the content of the lecture was "How to Become a Qualified Goddess".
Goddess, is this a point of knowledge that can be discussed systematically?
There was indeed a sense of unreality, and even Hitzfeld herself, who occasionally realized it, found it absurd.
"After finishing the 'cognition' part, let's talk about 'qualification' and 'difference' next." Crow wiped the writing on the blackboard, took out a pair of pocket glasses from somewhere and put them on himself.
"..." Hitzfell couldn't help but take a few more glances. She felt that the blood crystal crow wearing glasses was a little too cute.
Crow didn't know what she was thinking, so he continued to ask her a question: "Now we know that there is actually no difference between gods and humans. Just like in the last era and the era before that, those gods were actually people who were powerful to a certain extent."
