I Like This Dream!

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Thunder Queen Anna Sullivan does have a high prestige in the border, because she drove away the beast tide and saved the border people, and because she has terrifying power that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Let’s put it this way, just like some people worshiped the “Locust God” during the locust plague, there are examples of worshiping fierce gods all over the world and in every era. People offer sacrifices in vain, hoping that the evil gods will show mercy to them. The contents of the sacrifices and rituals are varied. Just like Anxu requested, throwing valuable food into the soil to waste and loosening the soil and watering the soil with unknown meaning are not excessive religious rituals. Using this ritual to exchange blessings from the Thunder Queen is a very cost-effective thing.

However, on the one hand, the people are accustomed to various demands for religious reasons, and on the other hand, they have developed the habit of having policies and countermeasures from above. After all, they have discovered some tricks, such as adding charcoal strips to the dried meat for worship, and going up the mountain. You're hiding from the church building tax, God won't mind.

Eating half of the seeds and not sowing them as required is already considered a very sincere ritual. If the order was given not by the Queen of Thunder but by the Holy See, all the seeds might disappear into the recipient's stomach that day.

"That's enough!" An Xu said.

Everyone closed their mouths and looked at An Xu nervously and expectantly.

"You..." An Xu glanced at them, "First go to the place where the notice is posted to see how to plant! This is not a strange ritual! They said it is farming, it is farming! Can you harvest in autumn? "

People were stunned for a moment and began to nod hurriedly, still not sure whether they understood or not. An Xu felt a sense of powerlessness and felt that this would not work.

It's upsetting to find that farmers can't just click the mouse and work obediently, but what An Xu wants is not to encourage Ian and the others, and he uses intimidation to achieve his goal.

Among those who worship evil gods, some do so out of helplessness and fear, while some do so sincerely. Ian is a typical example. They had seen with their own eyes the wanton killing of An Xu, faced the kind of terrifying power that made it impossible for people to resist, and survived because they were not targeted. Anxu's power left an indelible impression in their hearts, followed by awe, surrender, and yearning. It sounds super weird, and makes people wonder if these people are masochists, but it has always been common. It is as if the human survival instinct of wanting to be on the side of the winner masks fear, and the subconscious hypnotizes the surface consciousness, producing a sincere and fanatical belief.

Anxu met his own fanatic for the first time.

The superiors in this world will think this is a rare good thing. Think about it, people on the border obey you more or less unconditionally, and there are also people who are so fanatical that they spontaneously and consciously supervise others, how convenient it is to rule! The most holy clergy will not refuse this kind of good luck. They will say that faith is the most noble and refined wealth, why not accept it?

And An Xu's only thought was, who wants to be such a troubled fan?

One idiot fan is worth ten idiots, that's quite a lesson today. Even if she had the entire Vatican's fanatic followers - a whole Vatican's worth of Mother Mary! Oh my God, I have goosebumps! ——She would only express her disgust at Guangguan. An Xu once again stressed the importance of reading the announcement and prohibiting lynching, and flew back while hoping that the seeds would not be wasted yet.

The next morning, the border residents were summoned again.

"I found that many people did not follow my requirements." An Xu said bluntly.

The crowd stirred slightly, and an uneasy atmosphere filled the air.

Immediately afterwards, An Xu said: "But it's not your fault, it's because I didn't make it clear."

Now the whispers became louder, and instead of feeling relieved, people became even more frightened, not knowing what the God's Favored One wanted to do. Many of these fanatics glared at the pair, fearing that the Thunder Goddess would be disappointed in them and ready to abandon them.

"This is not a religious ceremony, it is just ordinary planting! Sowing seeds can be harvested, just like wild fruits will ripen in autumn and sheep will grow wool. No plant powers are needed. Any ordinary person can do it!" An Xu said loudly! , "You don't believe me..."

"We believe you!" Ian shouted eagerly.

"Then why don't you do what I say? Why don't you read the announcement and listen to the explanation?" An Xu asked.

"You said, 'Those who don't know can listen to the explanation,' but I didn't miss a word that morning!" Ian tried his best to explain, and many people in the crowd nodded vigorously, "You said, 'You need to water it once a day. water lest the seeds become thirsty', I will double..."

"So you didn't listen to me." The God's Favorite said coldly.

Ian felt like a slap in the face.

"I want you to listen to me, because you are stupid. I didn't expect that in addition to being stupid, you are also self-righteous." The girl in the sky said mercilessly, "Intoxicated by self-righteous 'piety' without authorization, you regard your own arrogance as my will, haha , where did you get the permission? I am not responsible for your cleverness, let alone allow anyone to steal my name."

Many people were pale and looked shaky. An Xu has no scruples. She has never been the kind of person to live in the expectations of others.

"Your name is Ian, right? Come here." She waved to the only person in the crowd who could name him.

Ian nodded dully, the crowd parted a way, and he walked heavily to the high platform. This time An Xu was flying in the sky, but he had someone build a high platform that could be seen by everyone in the square. There was a table on the high platform with scattered things on it.

All faces were shrouded in gloom, as if Ian was about to receive public punishment. Ian's lips kept trembling, but he raised his head, looking like he was willing to die generously.

"Stop acting like this." The God's Favored One waved his hand impatiently, "Those who die for reasons they don't even understand are no different from being drunk and drowning in a cesspit. Come here, raise that one up, Let everyone take a look inside.”

As she said, Ian raised a small bamboo strip, which was covered with a layer of light yellow particles. Everyone in the audience knew what it was. They had just received one a few days ago.

"This is the seed. It is the same as the one I sent to you before. It is intact but has not been blessed and has not been tampered with by plant superpowers. Those who don't believe it can check it out!"

No one moved, An Xu asked Ian to walk through the crowd holding the bamboo strips, go around the field and then come back. When the seeds passed by, many people bravely took a closer look.

"Many of you know Ian. He is just an ordinary person with no special powers!" An Xu said loudly, "Let me see it clearly!"

She directed Ian to soak the seeds in the basin, pick up the floating seeds and put them aside. Then drain the remaining washed seeds, cover them with a wet black cloth, and then cover the basin with a lid.

People craned their necks to wait for the next step, but Ian had already been instructed to stand aside. The God's Favored Ones announced that they could not lift the lid, and that they could be disbanded now, and would gather at the same place tomorrow at the old time, then left them and flew away.

The border residents looked at each other in confusion, and the monks and border troops were also confused. No one dared to walk up and take a look, so as not to disturb this weird scene like witchcraft. The acquaintances looked at Ian eagerly. Ian stared blankly at the basin he had handled and his hands, but saw nothing.

The next morning, everyone consciously came to the open space. Ian waited anxiously by the basin until the favored one fell from the sky again. She asked Ian to open the basin, and a strange smell came from the basin. For a moment, the young man thought something was rotten. He lifted the black cloth and found that the seeds were not rotten and seemed to be a little whiter than yesterday.

Ian believed in his heart that the Thunder Goddess's guidance would never be as simple as it seemed. He must be stupid if he couldn't see the difference. He opened his eyes hard and stared at the seeds. Suddenly, he noticed that there were small white dots as big as needle tips on each seed.

He circled the field just like yesterday. Curiosity made the mountain people push and stretch their necks. Many people also discovered small white dots. Like Ian, they had no idea what they were.

"This is the bud of the seed," said the Favored One.

Most people nodded in understanding, but some people who had tried planting or observed wild fruit sprouting shook their heads in their hearts, thinking, shouldn't "buds" be green, as long as worms, or as flat as leaves? If a seed wants to sprout from the ground, it will take at least one, two, three, four... it will take about as long as the fingers of two hands combined. Of course, you will not get anything in one day. But the God's Favored One said this, and they had no choice but to nod along with the others.

Ian washed the seeds again under the instructions, filtered the water, covered them with a damp cloth again, and restored everything to its original state.

After the God's Favored One left this time, more people gathered around. Although they did not dare to go up to the high platform, they were always looking around. The general assigned two soldiers to stand on both sides of the high platform to prevent anyone from being bold enough to disobey orders and lift the lid. How could they? The border residents regarded the wooden basins with lids as containers that had been sealed by the favored one, and speculated whether a little monster driven by that adult was sealed inside. They spontaneously and consciously took over each other's shifts, staring at the basin with wide eyes, monitoring the soldiers on guard, for fear that something would get into the basin or run out of the basin at the slightest glance.

On the third day, the tub, which had never left everyone's sight, was opened.

No need for Ian to circle around, everyone took a breath. Every seed, which was motionless two days ago and only had a white dot one day ago, has all sprouted out - everyone who sees it can say this, because the branches unfold the tiny branches of the two leaves. The pillars are exactly the same as the grass buds that burst out of the ground after the spring rain every year. Their vigorous vitality is surprising.

Without the spring rain gifted by God, there is only river water that people can scoop out at will; without the earth promised by God, there is only a wooden basin that can be seen everywhere; there are no plant superpowers, only the sinner Ian who is randomly called up. After only two days and two nights, this series of impossible conditions created a whole pot of well-growing seedlings. They were vigorous and densely packed, as if they had been kissed by the gods, and none of them was a dead seed that could not germinate.

The crowd was in an uproar, and no one was able to maintain order, for the monks and the border troops were as shocked as ever. The things that God's Favored Ones can do are not unusual, but this series of things that everyone can do that are not unusual are even more unacceptable than chanting a bunch of spells and using a bunch of weird props. Many people couldn't help but look at Ian, wondering if he had received divine grace when he walked on stage - divine grace from the Goddess of Thunder.

"I have said before, this is not a divine favor, supernatural power or witchcraft. I am not a god, and there is no power beyond the limits of mortals in this matter." A cold voice drowned out all the noise, "You guys don't have supernatural powers. , Guys who have no blood, are neither strong nor smart, I am teaching you things that you can learn as long as you work hard."

People fell silent and looked up at the owner of the voice in the sky.

The girl with blond hair and golden eyes lowered her eyes and said, "I will teach you the laws of how the world works."