Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 151 The Ancient Serpent Answers All Things in the World
Du Yi has been answering questions and resolving doubts recently.

Actually, it was one of the four priests who came up with the idea. The priest wearing a crown seemed to have made a great decision and specifically approached Du Yi to make this request.

"If possible, please meet with those people more often; it will be very helpful to your career."

Du Yi wasn't quite sure where this idea of ​​a "career" came from, but he did quite agree with the idea itself.

After all, after a period of study, he had learned the local dialect again, and he was happy to communicate with more people.

More strangers can bring information from afar, which will help Du Yi understand the world better.

Of course, Du Yi never takes things for free. Since he was able to receive some information from afar, he would naturally offer corresponding compensation—as before, provided that he could provide it or answer the questions. He couldn't possibly be asked to lift a boulder that he himself couldn't move.

However, this problem is still within his ability to answer.

Whether a god can be killed depends mainly on what kind of god you are asking about.

Recalling his past experiences, and with the mindset of not misleading others, Du Yi pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Some gods are like giant monsters, worshipped by some people. These can definitely be killed, it's just a matter of how to kill them... You might not be able to kill them right now, but that's only because you can't beat them, it doesn't mean they can't die."

"However, some gods do not have a physical form; they are merely the direction of people's faith. They may not even exist. These types are more difficult to destroy... Unless you can use a theory to refute everyone and prove that it does not exist, as long as there are still people who believe in it, it is equivalent to still existing, which is equivalent to still being alive."

After speaking, Du Yi felt that he had considered all aspects.

However, out of caution regarding knowledge, Du Yi added another sentence.

"Do you have any more specific questions about this? For example, what kind of god did you encounter, and why did you feel that it was immortal..."

"No, no more."

The swordsman in front of him seemed somewhat timid, and even trembled with fear.

This made Du Yi shake his head repeatedly.

"Be bolder, this won't do... By the way, I haven't asked yet, what's your name?"

"Habizza".

The swordsman quickly spoke up.

"My name is Habiza."

"Habizza..."

Du Yi roughly memorized the name.

"Since Setka brought you here, you must be from the same place. Last time, Setka told me about the fighting on the front lines, so what do you plan to tell me this time?"

"I……"

The swordsman named Habisa was taken aback by the question, but then the excited strongman Setka next to him quickly elbowed Habisa.

Immediately afterwards, Setka pulled Habisa aside and said something.

Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Du Yi's perception of vibrations still allowed him to hear the words that were deliberately suppressed—clearly, this strongman named Setka was so excited that he had even forgotten the rules of coming to see him.

Du Yi will indeed answer questions and provide explanations, and will even be generous with rewards. However, in return, those who come to see him should also bring him information from afar. "Relax, whatever you want to say is fine."

After thinking for a moment, Du Yi added a sentence himself.

"If all else fails, talk about your hometown, tell us about your childhood, how you grew up?"

"This……"

The swordsman named Habisa was clearly taken aback.

But soon, Habisa spoke again.

In Habissa's account, he lived in a city called Heliopolis, but not in the city itself; he farmed outside the city. From a very young age, Habissa longed for life in the holy city and even tried to learn to read, hoping to become a glorious priest.

Without papyrus and ink, he wrote on the ground with twigs. No one taught him to read and write, so he listened to the priests' prayers... In short, it was a very arduous period, but also the most fulfilling period Habiza ever had.

At that time, Habisa truly believed that as long as he studied diligently, he could become a priest of the sun god.

"Until the village chief's son was chosen to enter the holy city."

At this point, the swordsman named Habisa seemed to recall something from the past, and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

It was at that time that Habisa realized that many things cannot be achieved simply by hard work. Accustomed to writing on the ground, he didn't even know how to use papyrus and ink when he first came into contact with them. Without even knowing how to dip a reed pen in ink, the papyrus was quickly covered in smudges, and he was eliminated.

The village chief's son, whose prayers were far inferior to his, was chosen to go to Heliopolis and become a candidate for the priest of the sun god simply because his paper was neat and his sentences were fluent.

However, the reminiscences don't end here.

Although the village chief's son was selected, he was only a candidate. Not long after, Habisa heard that the village chief's son had also been sent back. Yes, in their village, knowing how to use papyrus and writing was already beyond the reach of ordinary people, but in the Holy City, for those candidate priests, it was simply the most basic thing.

At this point, the village chief's son's poor performance in prayer became extremely obvious, and he was sent home before even staying for six months.

"So later I also wondered, what kind of person does the sun god really need?"

At this point, Habisa couldn't help but sigh.

"If the requirement is for someone who can write prayers, then why restrict the use of expensive papyrus and ink? If the requirement is simply for someone who can write, then why are there requirements for the content of the prayers?"

Although he voiced his question, Habisa clearly had no intention of seeking an answer, or rather, in the long life that followed, he had long since stopped caring about the answer to this question.

He simply continued his life of farming, just like his father, and continued to pay rent to the priests, and the days passed by like this.

Until the Temple of the Sun sent them divine water, for the Sun God needed these warriors.

And what happened after that was basically the same as what happened to Setka.

"This is my story."

After saying this, Habisa sighed.

"A very ordinary story, about an ordinary person."

(End of this chapter)