"What are you thinking? Does it hurt? Sitting on the edge of a well-tended flower bed, Mallard was stiffly pulled by a blonde girl dressed in a fine maid's outfit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Really, those people are just scoundrels! Don't they know that you are Baron Jones's squire? Isn't it the face of the Baron who knocked you down like this? How dare they do that? Damn, these sub-nobles are really damned. ”

The young girl began to wipe Mallard's wound clean while she was in pain as she broke her thoughts on the edge of the flower bed.

"It's the same with those who are helped by you, obviously you helped them. But those who don't help don't say anything, and for the sake of their own future life safety, they directly follow those people to beat you together. It's not a good thing either! ”

"I can't say that, I never wanted anything in return for helping them. It is also expected that they will be for their future lives. I've never blamed them. Madeira bared his teeth and retorted in pain.

"Then what are you so bothering to fight for them, what are they entitled for? Just to get them to beat you? ”

The next moment, the little girl touched his wound with some distress, and whispered a prayer to the gods.

I saw a faint pink-brown divine brilliance gushing out between her fingers, sprinkled directly on Mallard's body.

The god of love and beauty, though in his authority, does not have the power of healing, medical repair. But healing is one of the basic techniques that any god is indispensable.

Although in high-level divine arts, the combination of various powerful divine powers and medium divine powers is very different. But for those low-level divine arts, it's just the same.

The little girl herself is a third-order priest. Although this is the rank of parallel priest that their family has obtained through the purchase of the atonement scroll of the Church of Eros through huge money and resources.

But it's also a real power. The daily quota of magic has not been broken at all.

"This is my wish and my ideal. It's not about everyone. Actually, I'm drilling the horns myself.,Jessica, don't you learn from me.,Hiss,,Hiss, hiss. It hurts, it hurts. ”

"Now I know it hurts. I don't know where you, an ordinary civilian, have such lofty ideals. ”

In the sound of the girl's grinning, Mallard wanted to say something more, but the strange feeling of soreness and swelling on his body interrupted his words.

Naturally, he wouldn't tell the girl in front of him that he had been in the place of his origin since the outbreak of divinity.

Every moment of every day, countless pieces of knowledge come out of the depths of one's own mind.

The god who sat in the towering throne, like the god who controlled the life and death of all living beings in the whole world, was even more shrouded in him all the time.

While instilling all kinds of knowledge in him, he also eroded his will all the time, knowing that he was assimilated with that god! Every day when he woke up and opened his eyes, he was doubting himself whether he was or not.

Although he was rescued by Baron Jack Jones and became his attendant. But not only did the Baron never limit his freedom, but he also left a small library hidden deep in his castle to his care.

In the library, there are all kinds of knowledge and books that even the god in his mind does not have, and they have always been hidden from him, all for him to read.

Through his knowledge of the gods, he knew very well that every book here could cause a great upheaval of the destruction of the entire world when it was taken outside the world.

There is no record of supernatural power, but it is only based on the exploration of human divinity, the measurement of unknown areas, the changes in social structure, and even the search for all the ways before and after all sentient beings. Madeira was dumbfounded.

Just a small part of this knowledge is enough to make any scholar in the whole world bend down.

But now, they are all lying here quietly, unknown to the world, only open to themselves!

Through daily communication with these books, and after a few covert conversations with Baron Jones, the white-haired old butler.

Madeira had already made an accurate guess about the origin of the god in his mind.

"The god of murder and killing of the previous generation, Baal, made everything for himself by his act of saving himself on the eve of death.

Every day, he absorbs his knowledge, and he is invisibly being transformed by him. I'm getting close to him all the time. When everything about himself becomes him, there is no difference between himself and the god of killing. Through his own body, he could be resurrected from nothingness! ”

Sitting on the flower bed, Madeira silently felt the treatment of the girl in front of him. He didn't say that he could also heal himself.

With the revival of his little killing divinity, several kinds of divine techniques have been produced in his body. The basic divine technique of healing has naturally also appeared.

And as long as you let go of your hands and feet and kill like crazy, in a short period of time, with your own personality of killing the Son of God, you will soon become a great existence that you can't think of before!

But this is not the result you want. This kind of killing without distinguishing between right and wrong, grasping the life and death of all living beings in the world according to his own preferences, man-made disasters, and even natural disasters is not the result he wants.

What exactly is killing?

Sitting at the small table in the Baron's library, he flipped through countless books describing the course of social history from a variety of perspectives. Madeira asked rhetorically in his mind.

Faintly, his own wisdom collided with the will belonging to Barr in his mind, as well as the wisdom of countless predecessors in this small library.

He was becoming more and more at odds with the will of the god in his mind, so much so that he was actively resisting the erosion of his will by Baal.

The power to kill the Son of God, he had never used it. So much so that in front of others, he has always been an ordinary squire who is powerless.

"Jessica. Where exactly is the difference between the aristocracy and the commoners. What exactly is the collision between the human race and the alien race?

The world is so big that resources are never exhausted. Why is there such a sharp class split.

How did the unfathomable generation gap between the will of the transcendent and the common people come about? Do you have any thoughts on these? ”

How long had passed, Madeira shook his stiff arm slightly, turned his gaze, and asked, the girl who was sitting next to him and kept looking at him.

"Huh?! Madeira is being confused. Do you need these things to think about? Even my father is not qualified to think about these things.

You're really thinking too much. Honestly heal your injuries, and don't think about these things that don't make sense in the future. Jessica adjusted her breathing slightly, and the next moment it was another healing spell that shrouded Madeira's body.

"Yes, at a certain height, it is a certain height, and this is understandable.

Our height is so low that we can't even see the human feelings of a village and a village clearly, what world we are talking about, the entire main material plane. I asked the wrong person. ”

Madeira suddenly burst into laughter, which was indescribably funny against his scarred face.

"But I know that no matter what you want to do, you have to have the strength, the power to subdue everyone.

Just like today, you are obviously fighting for those civilians, fighting for the interests they should have. But in the end, he didn't earn anything, but was knocked over on the ground by others. What can you do if others don't listen to you?

If you have more power than them, you can naturally twist their minds with your own will, no matter how unconvinced they are, what can they do but follow you? ”

Although Jessica had no way to answer Madeira's question, she was the Count's daughter after all, and she naturally saw more than Madeira.

"Strength?"

Madeira looked thoughtful, and was still thinking about talking to Jessica a few more times, when he saw Lord Saar, who was in charge of all the finances and housekeeping of the realm, approaching.

In a few steps, she was in front of them, and Saar's gaze was as deep as the darkness of the primordial darkness, and in the two dark eyes, all the tracks of her actions could not escape her eyes.

Madeira and Jessica stood up in a panic, and at the same time wanted to greet him, but they were stopped by Saar.

She looked at Madeira's scarred appearance, and didn't care: "Come with me, Lord Baron wants to meet you." ”

"Lord Baron? Does he want to see me now? ”

Hearing Saar's words, both of them were completely stunned. They really didn't expect that Madeira would alarm the barons who were all mysterious and abnormal on the mainland.

Even when Madeira was brought back by Lord Sair in front of him, he had never seen the baron. Today is the first time we have met.

"Yes, I'll come now." There was no time to think about it, and Madeira trembled with excitement.

Madeira had too many thoughts to talk to the Baron who had saved himself from the brink of death, told him everything he wanted to know, and was protecting him.

"Really? Then come with me. Sallius bowed his hand and gestured to him.

"Wait a minute." But at this moment, Jessica grabbed Madeira's hand.

In the eyes of the two, she was very nervous to help Madeira carefully tidy up the clothes on his body, and kept reading on the side, picking up some of the most important etiquette for meeting nobles.

Without coming to this realm, she would never have known how terrifying the position this Lord Baron held in the entire Lord Material World!

She was sure that even the Empress of the Empire was far from being comparable to the baron in some respects.

Madeira can get the favor of this adult, and even meeting is naturally a great opportunity. It's not impossible to accidentally soar.

He must not be ruined in the eyes of the Baron by a few minor mistakes.

"Alright. The Baron doesn't have that much time to wait for us. Master Saar, let's go."

Seeing that Jessica still had a tendency to continue talking, where did Madeira dare to tell the Baron to wait for a long time, just under Jessica's nervous gaze, she had already walked into the castle with Saar, and soon disappeared.