My Summons Are Weird

Chapter 34: Stealing God’S Tribute

On the carriage, old Drake was dozing off.

Suddenly, with a jolt, old Drake woke up from a shallow dream, his cloudy eyes finally refocused, and he found Andrew who was flipping through a book on the opposite side.

“Alchemy Doll Material”

This is the name of the book Andrew is holding.

Old Drake didn’t speak, he glanced at Andrew quietly for a while, then closed his eyes and recalled his meeting with Lu Yu.

Before the visit, he had some faith in Lu Yu’s aristocratic status, and the reason why he made a big detour was to get the experience he said.

He is too old and too old. Maybe the next day the sun rises and the moon sets, he will sleep forever.

When he was young, he looked at the vast land and shouted that he would conquer and explore him.

Time flies, the boy at the time is now full of white hair and hunched.

“If I want to become stronger, if I become stronger, I can go further on this land.”

Derek told himself when he was young.

Therefore, at the first stage, he felt that the second stage was more secure.

At the second rank, he was worried that the journey would be far away and his strength was insufficient, so he worked hard to climb to the third rank.

When a person reaches middle age, the responsibility is on his shoulders, the power is in his grasp, and he enjoys the compliments and flattery of countless people, and his heart to go out also fades.

Now that death is getting closer and closer, old Drake dreams back in the middle of the night. He can always think of the excitement in his heart when he stood on the hill and looked into the distance when he was young.

When did that surging and impulsiveness die?

Old Drake couldn’t answer it himself.

Now I hear that someone has come across many hardships and recorded data from many places, and the childhood impulse strikes again.

He has been inseparable from this land, but he was able to keep his mind away for a short time, wandering in those unheard of countries.

Whether it’s a real experience or a story doesn’t matter to him.

In the Kingdom of Yas, the stories told by the best bards are not dragon slaying, or the old-fashioned slaughter of goblins. Many other stories can be summed up as changing the soup rather than changing the medicine.

Old Drake has been listening to this kind of stories since he was a child, and he was also listening to the establishment of the Yas Kingdom. Today, the poets who sell stories in the street pubs and markets still hold small harps and sing similar songs and tell similar stories. .

However, everyone still likes to listen.

The public still likes the story of a hero slaying a dragon with a sharp blade, because it is so passionate.

The people still like the article about clearing the Goblin dungeon by one person and recovering the eastern border for the Kingdom of Yas, because it is inspiring.

Fantasy is a cheap experience for people to get out of the body for a short time and experience another kind of life. At that moment, their soul is free.

Old Drake also likes fantasy, but there is no story that can carry his soul far away.

So far, only a few outstanding dramatists have been able to write about the different scenery beyond the pioneering borders of the three surrounding countries.

For the rest of the people, what they wrote was just another “copy” of the world they knew, neither new nor exciting, but like those different dragon slaying stories, depicting one Yas Kingdom after another. .

Until Lu Yu appeared.

He brought new stories, unheard-of experiences, and… new places that had been at the end of old Drake’s travel dreams but could no longer be reached in person.

Aged Drake smiled.

Whether it’s true or not, he doesn’t care if there is any doubt.

“As long as I’m happy… What do the nobles think, and what does it have to do with me?”

Noble gentlemen can be willful, but my magician can’t be willful?

Elderly magicians are not much different from ordinary old people. At this point in time, they can’t restrain their sleepiness.

But this time, before going to bed, he didn’t stop Andrew from watching the books about puppet making.

He thought of himself, a self who always wanted to wait until he was able to pursue his dreams, but brought his dreams to the grave, and could only listen to stories for comfort.

…

Lu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, his hand holding the teacup trembled for a while.

Old Drake accepted what he said, and called himself the marquis from the middle.

You can let go of your dangling heart, and you can be regarded as having a definite identity in the country of Yas.

Lulutis also breathed a sigh of relief, just now she was very worried that Lu Yu’s words would be exposed.

Now that she has received the promise of old Drake and her identity has been confirmed, Lulutis can’t help but complain about Lu Yu.

Lulutis had suggested before that Lu Yu should use several country templates he knew.

Both the Silver Maple Holy Cult and the Solon Empire are ready-made locations, and she can describe everything Lu Yu needs in great detail.

However, Lu Yu didn’t accept it, because he couldn’t recite so many things in a short time, and he might even remember it, which would be self-defeating.

Compared with the present back, it is obviously better to use the content that I have played and watched various film and television works that have a profound impact. At least when talking, the memory in my mind will slowly recover, and I can describe it smoothly.

Moreover, the stories told by Lu Yu actually filled the vacancy in the imagination of the people on the land of Yas for the outside world.

To use some unheard of experiences that are completely beyond their imagination to prove that they are indeed from a far country, and they are definitely not liars. This is far more credible than telling stories that are close to their reality and that anyone can make up.

It sounds absurd, but in this case, it is true.

Having said that, Lu Yu thought of something.

“Lulutis, I flipped through the books here, and I saw a lot of records of monsters’ belief in ‘Demon God’.”

“I wanted to ask you before, is there really a **** in this world?”

The two tentacles of Lulutis are humanized.

“Who knows, I haven’t seen it anyway.”

“It’s not just me, I’ve never seen that rabbit in the Holy Nation of Silver Maple. It is said that none of the saints and saints they choose every year who believe in the God of Radiance have ever received the ‘oracle’ of the God of Radiance.”

“Let me believe it, then make him a saint?”

There is such a legend about the formation of the glorious **** worshipped by the Holy Nation of Silver Maple.

Before the establishment of the Holy Nation of Silver Maple, a torrential rain destroyed the river bank and flooded countless farmlands.

The torrential rain has caused the people to fall into deep despair. If the weather is not sunny again, the harvest in the coming year will drop sharply, and the famine will enter the countdown stage.

Suddenly, one of the panicked people knelt down and kowtowed his head “bang bang” while shouting loudly, give us the light.

When the man kowtowed his head and blood was broken, the people seemed to feel the call of some kind of power, and invariably imitated the man’s movements, kowtowed neatly, prayed, and shouted for the coming of light.

Magically speaking, the rain gradually stopped, and the gloomy sky revealed a slit, casting a beam of light on the distant earth, just shining on a silver maple tree.

After the torrential rain, rumors spread that the God of Radiance rescued the people.

The lords who originally ruled the surrounding areas joined the people, preached the achievements of the God of Glory, and took this as a foundation to attract believers, and finally established the Holy State of Silver Maple.

Whether God exists or not, Lulutis personally is skeptical.

Because the rabbit friend of the Holy Cult of Yinfeng, as a saint, actually laughed and complained about her own god, and it was under the statue of Yinfeng!

This disrespectful attitude really shocked Lulutis, who had just advanced to the sixth-order magician at that time.

She was looking forward to God Guanghui to punish the rabbit that jumped up and down. Even if he didn’t punish him, he could use the beam of light he casted to make the rabbit realize that he was still a saint. , to have basic piety and respect for their gods.

However, Lulutis didn’t see the punishment, the sky was cloudless, and there was no possibility that a thunderbolt would strike the rabbit and make her cry.

What makes Lulutis speechless is that when she became a seventh-order magician, the rabbit was successfully mixed by the saint to the position chosen by the **** of glory.

This made Lulutis even more convinced that there were no gods in this world.

Because the rabbit had performed stealing the tribute from the God of Radiance, just before the statue of the Silver Maple, he was in front of Lulutis. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Rabbit asked Lulutis to eat with him very politely at that time, and said that he would not eat it for nothing, and the God of Radiance had never eaten it.

Lulutis looked up at the sky, and it was a cloudless day again.

Until the rabbit had finished eating the fruit offered, drank a glass of fruit wine dedicated to the God of Radiance, and was full, Lulutis did not see the punishment.

It is possible to let people like rabbits go from saintess to divine elections, and then splendidly eat tribute in front of the main statue of Yinfeng without getting angry, not even an oracle…

The Radiance God really wants to exist, so the belly should be quite large?

It should be said that Lulutis’ current habit of being godless, and even questioning the gods behind all beliefs, is all because of the after-effects left by that rabbit.

After Lu Yu heard this, he covered his forehead.

“You said before, you don’t have friends, right… Why do I think this ‘rabbit’ is actually your friend?”

“It doesn’t matter, such a friend is quite… um…” Lu Yu thought hard, looking for an adjective that matched this boss.

“It’s quite…personal, but about personality.” Lu Yu clapped his hands, “It’s okay, we are familiar with each other. It’s not shameful for you to have such a friend. Besides, they treat you well.”

“Look, people don’t forget to call you along when they steal tributes.”

“Who is her friend now!” Lulutis hurriedly retorted, reaching out her tentacles to tie Lu Yu.

Lu Yu dodged and hid.

Seeing that Lulutis was in such a hurry, he understood.

Emotional Lulutis is not really a widowed girl, she at least still has a friend to befriend.

It’s just that this friend’s style of doing things… is exceptionally detached from the world?

So much so that Lulutis was ashamed to mention her.