Sitting on the couch, Latinia couldn't help but look sideways at the crystal ball.

In the crystal ball, the white light cluster seemed to float a little more than before, and you could feel a vitality brewing in the sphere.

"Is that really my daughter?"

This was the third time she had asked the question, and each time she asked, it made Cervantes feel worse.

The black dragon glanced at her fiercely, and asked viciously, "What the hell do you want? It's endless, isn't it?"

"I'm surprised too......" Latinia laughed twice.

But Cervantes did not accept such an explanation, and he stared at Latinia with a stinky face, like a wife-snatcher......

The maid raised her head weakly, glanced at the two of them, and sighed helplessly: "What's the noise? What's the noise about this? Isn't it just the split of a new soul and consciousness from Latinia's 'server' incarnation?"

"I just think she wants to green me!" said the black dragon, stalking his neck.

"Don't worry, Seth, I'm not going to do anything. ”

That's what she said, but that hippie smile on her face suggests that Latinia doesn't actually think so.

"Shut up!" finally it was the maid who slapped the armrest to stop the pointless quarrel.

Glaring at the two naïve ghosts respectively, Serena leaned back, crossed one leg, and said angrily, "The most important question now is what we should do with that ...... We already know who she is, so what's next?"

"Eh, you can't say that!" Latinia was suddenly unhappy, clasped her hands to her chest, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "That's my daughter, how can you say 'deal with'?"

Hearing this, the black dragon felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and bared his teeth for a while, but because of the maid's deterrent power, he didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing that Cervantes did not have a seizure, the maid secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she was also a little depressed, she was young, only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, how could she suddenly have a child?

"Since she's conscious, and she's also Latinia's daughter......"

At the mention of this, Latinia's eyebrows fluttered, as if she was about to say something, but fortunately the maid was quick and covered her mouth, otherwise Cervantes would have jumped up in anger again.

"It's unprecedented, a god can split and reproduce......"

"No!"

Latinia broke free from the maid's clutches, and when she heard this, she shook her head, "It may be unseen and unheard of in your eyes, but this is not the first example among our gods. The current goddess of agriculture, formerly known as the 'goddess of harvest', was born from an incarnation of the goddess of the earth, but the situation was a little different from the current situation......

As she spoke, she looked sideways at the crystal ball again, a softening look in her eyes.

Just as the goddess of the earth did with her own daughter, although she only reluctantly accepted this shocking fact now, it was still her own child anyway.

Serena's face was a little strange, "So that's how the goddess of agriculture came?"

The fact that the gods can split and reproduce will definitely make people laugh when this kind of news spreads, but the maid and the black dragon have seen it with their own eyes, so they just feel that this matter is a bit ridiculous.

But since the little guy is Latinia's daughter, she can't just use the little guy as a supercomputer that can solve math puzzles, and to be honest, it makes her feel a little regretful, but that's all.

"First of all, you can't tell anyone else about this!" Latinia said, "Especially you, Seth, if I hear about it outside, you're dead!"

Cervantes frowned slightly, "But didn't you say that this is how the goddess of agriculture was born, and the other gods should know about it, right?"

"They know yes, but now the situation is different!" Latinia shook her head and explained: "Do you know how the gods who were sealed under the great volcano in the middle of the southern continent came from? Because the lives born of gods and gods, gods and mortals, there is a great possibility of becoming gods, so since our generation, Jean Uther proposed that we do less of this kind of thing to reduce the birth of gods, so since thousands of years ago, there has been no god born in this world. ”

"The goddess of agriculture and this little one," Latinia said, gesturing to the crystal ball, "is a special situation, so we don't know what the probability of them being transformed into gods. By the way, you may not know very well, but in the concept of a deity, the little one is not fully born, and even I don't know if she will become a god. ”

Looking at Latinia's sad look, Cervantes shook his head.

But the maid noticed a little and said curiously: "This little guy hasn't been born yet?"

"Yes, no!" replied Latinia earnestly.

As she said, in the concept of the gods, the little one has just been born into consciousness of his own, and is far from being 'born'.

Now this little guy's consciousness is still very chaotic, and he can only react a little to the outside world.

"I see......"

The maid turned her head to look at the crystal ball, the white ball of light in it to be exact.

She only now realizes that she has been instilling knowledge in an unborn 'baby'.

It is true that the baby born from the faith network is not wrong to call her 'mother', and it is precisely because she developed the 'faith network' that this little one was born.

But why this little guy moved from the faith network to this crystal ball, they don't know very well.

Although the servers of the faith network had some contact with the control center before this, could it be that this little guy had already transferred over since that time?

"Maybe it's a better place to breed her......" Cervantes guessed.

Now the three of them have become players of the development game again, but all of a sudden they have changed from having pets to raising children, and the jump is so large that even they themselves can't react.

Suddenly upgraded from 'player' to 'parent', it's hard to describe, and it's not an exaggeration to have mixed feelings.

"So, what did she grow up on?"

In the silence, Cervantes couldn't help but ask, "Do you just leave it alone?"

How can a baby in a state of soul be allowed to grow, and how can she be born?

This question stumped the three 'people' in the room, and they looked at each other, unable to think of an answer.

No one has ever experienced anything like this......

In desperation, the maid was able to summon the [Book of Wisdom] to see if there was any solution to the current dilemma.

This book that has been carried through her is said to have all the knowledge in the world, but in order not to become a waste person who will only rely on the [Book of Wisdom], both the maid herself and the [Book of Wisdom] itself are very resolute in saying that they will never use this book unless they are forced to do so.

Compared to the 'system' that the other half of the soul had read, the maid thought of the book as more of an elder than an object or a conspirator.

She flipped through the Book of Wisdom in her head and easily found the answer in it, which is why she didn't use it often!

"Perhaps, we can try to simulate an environment similar to a 'womb' for that little guy to develop?"