book of old days

Chapter 129 Praise my master—your God (two chapters in one)

"In addition to guarding the mansion, I have another task for you, which is to spread the sun god—that is, my belief to other dwarves. This shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Absolutely no problem, great lord, I will do this for you, so can I ask what the specific teaching is?

Sean really didn't think about it carefully. He thought about it, and he really didn't have any ideas for this kind of thing for a while. "Except for believing in me, you can just play freely."

"Understood the great master, I will do it now."

Sean nodded. He didn't have much hope for this matter. Even if these dwarves all became fanatics, they wouldn't be able to provide much power of faith. It was more of an experiment. To test the efficiency and possibility of obtaining power of faith.

Although his current plan is still to refine the magic liquid and obtain magic power, but if the power of faith can go this way, it can be regarded as one more choice.

However, for Wednesday, the meaning of this task is completely different.

When Wednesday walked out of the room, his heart was filled with a sense of happiness and glory, as well as a strong sense of mission. The great master actually gave it a sacred mission. For the first time, the word 'sacred' and The dwarves, a race that has no sense of existence, are connected together.

This makes it feel the meaning of life for the first time since its birth.

(The days of ignorance and ignorance in the past are gone forever, and now I am a follower of the great master, a follower of the sun god, a follower of the gods, and an executor of his great will.)
It was almost floating thinking, this good mood lasted until it went downstairs and walked back to the utility room where the dwarves lived. As soon as it walked to the door, it smelled the aroma of roasted acorns Passed out from inside.

(Damn, they must be stealing again)

As soon as he entered the door, he saw other dwarves gathered around a brazier, eating roasted acorns from the ashes.

Their stupid appearance and their attitude of not caring about hygiene and appearance when eating made Wednesday feel displeased, thinking that he and such a group of stupid creatures belonged to the same race, and he became angry.

But it still remembers the tasks assigned to it by the master.

"My compatriots, I have brought you a wonderful news, I have found the way to the salvation of our race!"

The little goblins paid no attention to it, except that Tuesday looked up at it, but immediately started smashing the acorns again.

Wednesday was no surprise, he was used to the indifference of these gnomes, except for Tuesday, who was a little more clever, the rest were as stupid as animals, especially Friday.

But it still couldn't help getting annoyed, and he raised the badge on his chest, "The great master has bestowed this holy badge on me, let me replace him, exercise his great rights, and save you, dwarfs The dark history of the world is about to pass, as long as you believe in our great master and the light of the sun god, you can be saved."

Still no one paid any attention to him, which made Wednesday completely angry. He looked at this group of compatriots as if he was looking at a group of animals scrambling for food.

Wednesday's gaze gradually turned cold, it turned and walked out the door, took out its walking stick from the tool room, and returned to the room, it picked up the oak stick and hit Friday on the head with one stick, Friday was dazed and innocent Looking at him, still chewing on the acorn, that expression clearly conveyed its thoughts 'Do you want to eat the acorn? '

"I'll let you eat, I'll let you eat, I'll let you eat!" Wielding a wooden stick, Wednesday struck Friday's head hard, causing Friday to run away with his head in his arms. The other dwarves were not frightened, but he ignored it and put The group of dwarves all rushed to the corner. Although there were a large number of dwarves, they had no thought of resisting. They all huddled together, hugging their heads and sticking out their buttocks, allowing Wednesday to beat them.

Wednesday became more and more angry, tired and out of breath, "Whoa, you bastards, so stupid, so stupid, shameful, you don't care about the great redemption, your souls have completely fallen. "

It muttered, even it didn't know why it got so angry.

It can feel that these fellows are afraid of it, sometimes it is complacent about it, and sometimes it feels angry for no reason.

"Wednesday, Wednesday."

The voice of 'Great Master' came from upstairs, and Wednesday finally stopped. It gave the group of dwarves a hard look, and quickly went upstairs.

By the time Wednesday walked up the stairs, the anger had completely disappeared from its face, and it was the goofy and innocent little goblin again.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Clean up the living room," Sean said, stretching his waist and turning into the bedroom.

"Yes, master." Wednesday bowed to Sean's back, picked up the broom and swept all the debris on the living room floor into the poke, but accidentally caught a glimpse of something inside.

It was a painting, crumpled up.

Curiously, it unfolds the painting slowly. In the painting is a sun, hanging high in the sky. A man with his hands raised up is standing under the sun, as if basking in the sun or spreading the sun. That face is vaguely the face of the owner. .

At that moment, Wednesday's soul seemed to be concentrated and received some kind of divine revelation. It stared blankly at the painting for several minutes.

Looking at the pattern on the painting, it seems to have returned to that afternoon, when the owner called it and brought it to this world, when it saw the sun and the man under the sun from the tree hole, it was just It's such a feeling.

It suddenly realized, like enlightenment, yes, this is the enlightenment given to it by the great master, those idiots, they have already forgotten the feeling of living in the dark, they have forgotten the terrifying beasts wandering around, and they may kill them at any time The feeling of being dragged out and eaten, they have forgotten the feeling of hunger and cold.

This group of ungrateful beasts, the owner treated them so well that they forgot all the hard-won things, it's time for them to relive the dark past.

The corners of Wednesday's mouth gradually turned ferocious. It rushed into the lounge with a wooden stick and drove all the dwarves out.

"Work, you slobs, get up and work!" it yelled loudly, instructing the goblins to get busy.

Generally speaking, the mansion needs to be cleaned once every three days, in addition to daily sundries, but Wednesday felt that this was too leisurely for them, so it decided to be stricter.

First cleaned the inside and outside of the mansion, then cleaned the stables and sheepfolds, and then split wood. Originally, the dwarves were not very competent for this job, but Wednesday forced them to come in twos and twos. Finish.

By the time it was all over, the sun was almost setting.

However, things are not over yet.

Wednesday drove all the gnomes into the basement.

The smell of the dead treasure-thieving goblin could still be smelled in the basement. The strange smell of dried blood, stale dust, rotting internal organs, and the smell of sweat made the basement stink.

In addition, it is very cold here, because there is never a fire, and it is especially cold here in winter, so they seldom come down here on weekdays.

But now Wednesday drove them all in.

"Give me a good reflection here, until the moment of your awakening comes, the great master is merciful, he will save you from the darkness, but only the awakened are worthy of being saved, look at the great master The holy image, deeply understand the meaning of it."

It pasted the painting on the wall of the basement, and then closed the door of the basement from the outside. The gap on the wooden door cast a faint light, and the falling point of the beam was exactly the position of the sun in the painting .

All of this was carefully arranged by Wednesday, and it believed that only in this way could its stupid race understand the master's greatness and where the road to redemption leads.

After doing all this, it went upstairs with peace of mind.

Just in time for dinner.

Sean picked up the stew pot from the stove and asked, "We're having stew tonight. Can dwarfs eat meat?"

"I'm not very clear about this, but I'm willing to give it a try." Wednesday said respectfully.

Sean shrugged, divided some of the dinner into a plate, and put it in front of Wednesday.

Wednesday inserted a piece of meat, looked at the fibers of the meat and the fascia on it, and smelled the aroma of the fat from the meat. It was the first time it ate meat, which reminded it of the time when it lived in a tree hole in the past. One afternoon, a wild wolf dragged away one of its companions. When the wolf swallowed the companion's flesh and blood outside the tree hole, it witnessed the whole process in horror. At that time, a thought popped up in its mind. Thoughts—how would it feel to eat meat?

That memory has long been forgotten by it, but at this moment it suddenly reappeared in his mind, and it was extremely clear.

It put the piece of meat into its mouth and chewed it carefully. The taste was stronger than it expected, and the texture also made it a little uncomfortable, but Wednesday was very happy to eat.

Now it knows what it's like to eat meat.

The next day, the master went out early, Wednesday opened the door to the basement, and drove the dwarves out again. They finally looked a bit like the past, panicked, shivering, with frightened eyes, as if the sun was shining. When the light shines on their faces, they will cover their eyes with their hands.

They showed a kind of tameness, forbearance, and at the same time, an expression of incomparable calm.

Wednesday was familiar with this look, it had often used it in the past to face those human adventurers, those ferocious beasts, those malevolent wizards.

This is the only way for the incompetent gnome to stand still in the face of all the dangers in the world.

"Looks like it will take a while." Wednesday mused to himself thoughtfully, and picked up the stick again, "Hurry up and work you lazy bastards, the wood will not split itself. "

During the whole day, Wednesday did his best to toss the group of dwarves, and by night, the dwarfs who had been tired all day had no energy at all.

But despite this, there are absolutely no acorns, and food is reserved only for those who are worthy.

Standing in front of a group of dwarves, Wednesday put on his magic stick tone, "Now you can feel the greatness of the sun." It pointed to the setting sun in the distance, "In the sun illuminated by the sun At that time, you should be grateful for the warmth and care it gave you, but you ignored all of this and took it for granted. Now you are about to fall into darkness again. This is the only fate of ungrateful people...

But you still have a chance to be saved, even at the last moment, the great master will still not give up on you.

Now join me in praising my Master, your God!Praise the sun! "

"Ah, great master, savior of dwarves, suppressor of the undead, punisher of the greedy, inhuman, god of killing gods, I hereby praise your brilliance..."

"Speak to you idiots and let me hear your voices."

But the dwarves couldn't speak, they opened their mouths in vain, but no sound came out.

Wednesday knows why this is, but not completely. It has never spoken before. Although words and words have long been engraved in its mind, it has always been taciturn, as if it is a taboo and cannot be expressed. , unexplainable, but untouchable until the master awakens it from the darkness of death...

But it decided not to accept the result. If it could speak, then they must also be able to speak. It just needs to send them into the darkness.

"Your silence will bring disaster, your rudeness will be punished, and God's mercy will not come to those who have no faith."

It picked up the wooden stick and threw it at the heads of the dwarf goblins, trying to drive them into the basement, but the dwarf goblins learned how to be smart this time, and refused to move no matter what, no matter how Wednesday beat them with sticks, they just hugged each other. Hide there in a ball.

"Ah-ah-ah," Monday finally let out a sound, even though it was just a meaningless wail, Wednesday nodded in satisfaction, which was an ideal start.

It considered whether to give it a little reward, let Monday stay, as an example for other stubborn people, but hesitated for a moment and decided to say later, piety should be rewarded, but it must be enough.

It stuffed an acorn into Monday's hand and continued chasing them, and when it didn't work, he ran off to a nearby kennel.

The briquette was gnawing on a meaty bone, and seeing that Wednesday just raised his eyes, he continued to fight the meaty bone.

"Brickball, I need your help."

The briquettes glanced at Wednesday, and continued to gnaw its fleshy bones.

Wednesday picked up the holy emblem on his chest, "Oh, great beast of destruction, briquettes, the messenger of God, I need your help."

Briquette sniffed the smell on the badge, and finally stood up.

It followed Wednesday to the dwarves and bared its fangs.

After a low growl, the dwarves were finally scared. Compared with the pain of the darkness, the beasts were obviously more terrifying. They pushed and shouted, and were driven into the basement by Wednesday again. When the wooden door of the basement closed, "Like!"

Wednesday thought he heard it wrong, "Who is talking?"

"Praise - Praise"

Wednesday nodded excitedly, continue, continue.

"Praise be to my master, your God."

"It is my master, your god!"

"My lord, your god.

It took a while after Wednesday to realize this problem of language logic.

It decided not to care about this little detail, and looked at Monday in surprise, who looked at it in horror, and kept saying "Praise my master, your God, praise the sun." The language became more and more coherent, more and more more fluent.

This made Wednesday excited, "Come out, you can stay outside tonight, I guess you must be hungry, I've got the acorn cakes ready, and as for the others - go on sinking in the dark."

morning of the third day.Sean was woken up by a sound early in the morning. He looked out the window and saw that Wednesday was leading a group of gnomes doing morning exercises. They raised their hands towards the sun and shouted something, as if they were enjoying the sunshine. baptism.

'These dwarves are really a strange bunch of guys', Shawn thought to himself, and he pulled the quilt and fell asleep again.

(End of this chapter)