Alien world

Chapter 1532 Chapter 166. Radio Principle

Annan is the lord of Free City and the ruler of Gem Bay.

He said Laila couldn't catch any fish, and tomorrow she wouldn't be able to catch even a shrimp.

Regardless of the pale-faced Laila, after dinner, Annan and the princess returned to the tree in the other world to rest.

Annan first meditates on the divinity, then falls asleep, sensing the prayers of believers.

The princess, who was resting in another recliner, opened her eyes, a hint of anxiety flashed across her face, and she slowly reached out her hand to Annan...

"Great lady, please..."

Thick fog enveloped Annan's consciousness, and only faint, broken whispers emerged from the fog and were captured by Annan.

"Great lady, please..."

Annan remained patient at first, but as he kept repeating the same prayer, he gradually became anxious: "First of all, I am the Son of God, not a lady. Secondly, just tell me what you are praying for."

The foggy space seemed unable to withstand the awakening of consciousness, and it shook and kicked Annan out.

Annan opened his eyes helplessly. Needless to say, the believer who called out in the dream was definitely not one of his own. Because the church's own people had already prayed according to the three elements of "time, place, and person" he required.

Seeing Annan waking up, the princess quickly retracted her hand, closed her eyes and pretended to continue resting.

Not noticing the princess's strange reaction, Annan lay in the recliner and began to think.

What are the rules for praying?
Signals are transmitted in a certain frequency band like radio waves, but in this case, shouldn't they give priority to nearby signals?

Or is it that the people of Liberty City are praying in the wrong way, and they must start with the "Great Lady" to match the frequency band?
Annan scratched his head. It seemed that explaining prayer from a scientific perspective would be even more complicated...

However, he realized that he seemed to be close to some truth: since magic power can be explained scientifically as "an element floating in the air that can be used by the human body", it is the same principle as eating meat to gain strength.

Then why can't prayer be roughly understood as the gods having a radio that can receive fixed frequency signals transmitted by believers?

Annan sat up, it seemed that the key to the problem had been found!
Archbishop Tomac was the spokesperson for ladies before the Year of Troubles, and he did a lot of dirty work for ladies, so he definitely knows what the correct frequency is!
……

"Son, you know, I am an old man..."

Compared to Annan's enthusiasm, the archbishop did not seem very happy.

"But you never rest every time you come."

"I can't be lying in my room sleeping when you come."

"makes sense……"

If Annan hadn't been the Son of God, he would have been thrown out.

Archbishop Tomac asked the saint to bring some refreshing potion. The saint soon came back. The archbishop took the cup and the cool happy water brushed his face.

This is fine too… With a sigh, the Archbishop asked, “Son, do you have any new questions for me so late at night?”

"If believers want their prayers to be received by the gods, do they need special rituals?"

Archbishop Tomac said that the believers are the most orthodox prayers, and the special ceremony he mentioned is the large-scale prayers and sacrifices held outside of this.

This has been going on all along.

So the question is, if the prayers never stopped, then why were the prayers that Annan heard in the fog always vague and incomplete?

Two possibilities: the changes of the turbulent years distorted the signal, or there was something wrong with Annan's radio.

After all, he is not the Son of God in the true sense. He just happens to be able to open the door to the kingdom of God and happens to have a little divinity. He just happens not to have absorbed that divinity yet. It is like listening to the "Ms. Fortune Channel" on a radio with another station. It would be strange if you can understand it clearly.

The former is a bit troublesome... the frequency band is distorted, which is equivalent to "cross-channel". Since there is "cross-channel", it is reasonable that the received signal has snowy noise.

It’s best if it’s not the former…but the most likely scenario is a combination of both.

Is the key to breaking the impasse still to absorb the divinity? Unfortunately, Annan couldn't tell the archbishop about this. Arousing covetousness is secondary, but exposing whether he has the main divinity is equivalent to exposing that he is not the Son of God...

Although the Archbishop must have had his doubts, not investigating further is not the same as deceiving himself into believing.

Letting the Archbishop continue to rest, Annan ran to the Mage Tower. The Skeleton King didn't need to rest, so he wasn't disturbed.

Annan looked around in the Skeleton King's alchemy room and said, "My friend has not been able to successfully absorb the divinity. Do you have any way to help him speed up?"

"To possess divinity, both luck and strength are indispensable. Such people are very rare, and they will not make their experiences public."

The Skeleton King and Annan maintained a tacit understanding of each other: "If you want to know, it's best to ask the gods and evils who are still alive in the world."

"Where is the evil spirit?"

"In the sea."

Annan's first thought was to ask the Siren leader to take him to Haiyuan City, but when he thought that there were many people outside watching him, he gave up the idea.

Forget it, I have waited for so many years, I will wait a little longer...

When we came out of the Mage Tower, it was almost dawn.

Annan walked on the streets shrouded in a thin sea fog, enjoying the rare tranquility.

The sound of wheels rolling came from the fog ahead, followed by a convoy of trucks, the trucks were piled with creepy skeletons, but they were all of Rat Man.

"Why are there so many rat skeletons?"

Annan asked the leader of the escort convoy, the badge on his leather armor indicated that he was a centurion of the Musketeer Corps.

The centurion stood in front of Annan and said that these were bones sent by the Stoon clan. Spring plowing was approaching, and the Ministry of Agriculture requested to transform another batch of skeleton ratmen.

A druid dealing with the undead, it seems that Dade has taken the shape of Free City.

"They are willing?"

Annan pointed at the guard rats in the convoy.

"Why not? We spent money on it."

For the tribe, selling worthless bones to humans is turning waste into treasure.

For the rat elder, all the money from the sale belonged to him and it was a huge profit.

Annan thought it was a good idea. As long as this small cooperation continued, the Stoon ratmen would gradually be corrupted by them. By the time they woke up, they would have been tied to the big ships of Liberty City and could not leave.

"Tell the ratmen that we only want bones. Forbid them to slaughter the ratmen and kill innocent people for credit."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

After breakfast, Cathy timidly came to Annan and asked him if she could continue to play with the princess.

"Where are your knights?"

"They have to go to class..." Cathy's heart skipped a beat.

As expected, Annan said with a bad look on his face, "You don't have to go to class?"

"I...I think taking care of the princess is more important than attending classes!"

Annan actually felt that what Cathy said made sense: "That seems to be the case..."

Before Cathy had time to be happy, she heard Annan continue.

"You have nothing to do anyway, why don't you teach some knowledge at the Wang Girls' School?"

(End of this chapter)