BXBX NOVEL Chapter 152: Artisan
Chapter 152: Artisan
It is certainly a joy to be able to obtain a "Civilization Scroll" or even get the chance to become a god.
But that price also directly puts the "craftsman" into a state of stuck.
"Follow me first." Truman took the "Artisan" to roam directly, came to the Eastern Continent, and returned to Fantasyland.
"Here..." "Artisan" was shocked by Gensokyo, and the potential madness that was almost with him seemed to calm down the moment he entered Gensokyo.
"This is my Fantasyland." Truman gave a brief introduction and took the "craftsman" back to his own kingdom of God.
"Fantasy Township?" "Artisan" seemed to have heard this name from the teachings of the Dream Sect, but he never thought that it was actually in the land abandoned by God!
This land that has been abandoned by the gods turns out to be the Fantasyland that dream believers dream of!
Really...
"Ah, teacher, why did you bring someone back again?" Amon suddenly appeared in Gensokyo. This is one of his angel-level clones. He came back through the loophole of the God's Abandoned Land early and has been living in this land of God. .
This is not difficult for a king of angels.
Of course, in order to avoid being expelled, this Amon has become the one with the highest moral level among all the clones and the main body of Amon, which can be called a model!
He doesn't steal, doesn't cheat, doesn't play pranks, and is even willing to help others and perform miracles. For a while, this Amon even made Truman feel ridiculous, and it was hard to throw him out.
"Is he the 'Craftsman' who is the Enlightener of Civilization?" There is only one "Enlightener of Civilization" in the world today, and it is easy to recognize him.
Amon stared at the "craftsman" with interest, curious as to why he could come here.
Gensokyo is completely isolated from the outside world. Apart from Truman, there are probably only three angels, Bethel, Amon and Hermes who can come and go freely.
"Time Angel." "Artisan" nodded slightly to Amon.
"Let's go." Truman took the "craftsman" into the fairy tale castle and let the "craftsman" sit where Solomon once stood.
"Do you want to become a true god?" Truman asked.
"I want to!" "Artisan" no longer conceals his desire for the divine position.
That's power, person, and "perfection"!
"Then sign it." Truman directly presented a contract.
The content is probably that Truman provides the "craftsmen" with the characteristics of becoming gods, and the price will be paid by the "craftsmen" who become gods.
Including but not limited to unconditionally siding with Truman without risking his life. After becoming a god, he must search for traces of the "Knowledge Wilderness" around the world and recover the lost "Knowledge Emperor"...
The "craftsman" browsed through the contract at an extremely fast speed, and then decisively left behind his own spirituality.
This was somewhat beyond Truman's expectations.
"I don't want to regret my hesitation at this moment in the years to come." "The Craftsman" looked at Truman and explained his reasons seriously.
"Very good!" Truman was very satisfied. With a wave of his hand, all the characteristics related to the "Perfector" path in his hand fell into the hands of the "Artisan".
"You can start preparing for your becoming a god ceremony. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to my Fantasyland to have a look."
The godhood ceremony of the "Perfect" must be related to perfection, and whether it is a perfect world or a perfect person, they can be found in Gensokyo.
This place originally has the power to realize all kinds of absurd dreams of mankind, and perfection does not seem to be unattainable.
"Thank you, Your Majesty Mian Mian!" "The Craftsman" stood up and bowed solemnly to Truman, thanking him for his support.
"Oh, that's right!" Truman suddenly thought of something, "If you still haven't digested the Sequence 1 potion even after completing the ceremony to become a god, you can try swallowing the Sequence 0 potion alive."
The "craftsman" was shocked beyond words, but then he thought it was a dream that gave him shelter, and thanked him again.
No...this is your characteristic.
You are the only one who can be successfully promoted without fully digesting it. Even the two "Snakes of Destiny" don't have such luck.
The "craftsman" slowly retreated, but Truman was still sitting in the high-backed chair and pondering.
The next few hundred years will most likely be the calmest hundreds of years after the Third Age. The empire will no longer attack, and the church will also devote itself to preaching, which is the best opportunity for ordinary people to develop.
"But I can't take any time off." Truman sighed. Even if you ignore the gradually increasing pollution from the outer gods, the penetration of source matter is still a troublesome matter.
The most important thing is that in the entire northern and southern continents, he is the most suitable person to deal with the source of matter. Even if the other true gods come on stage, they are in danger of being contaminated by the source of matter and going crazy.
"My name is Dream, but my life is not dreamy enough..." Truman complained, and then called Bethel to search for traces of the source of matter all over the world.
This will be a long process.
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"The old man is really not polite at all! He really beats me!"
In the capital of Solomon, a man in his thirties walked out of the prestigious door of the Zoroastrian family.
He wore a pointed and stiff black hat, and his coat was buttoned up and down in a chaotic, asymmetrical and uncoordinated manner, very much in the style of the Solomon Empire.
There were several bruises on his face. The "Dream Stealer" was not known for his physical fitness, and the wounds were still aching.
"If I didn't have a banquet today, I would sue you for beating the Imperial Viscount." Mobet Zoroaster lowered his voice, not daring to be heard by a certain angel in the family.
Mobet walked through the capital of Solomon and came to the castle of another great nobleman, which belonged to the Tudor family and was one of the most respected families of His Majesty the Emperor.
"Mobet, you're late!" A young man who was dressed in the same weird asymmetry as Mobet came to greet him personally.
"Who were you beaten by? From the Abraham family?" The young man asked in shock when he saw Mobet's bruised face.
"No, he was beaten by my old man." Mobet maintained his aristocratic demeanor, slightly reserved, with no respect in his words, and a sense of arrogance when facing others.
"..." The young man surnamed Tuduo showed some envy on his face, "The one in your family is really different. I can't see my ancestors more than a few times a year."
"Huh?" Mobet raised his eyebrows slightly. For a moment, he felt that the pain on his face had weakened a bit, and he was a little proud. "I like your family. I don't care about you. As long as nothing big happens, I will let you make trouble." went."
While talking, both of them walked into the Tudor family's castle.
Today will be the day when the Tudor family will hold a gathering of nobles, and all young people from the great noble families below the level of demigods have received invitations.