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After chatting with her for a long time, Lin An took back the data with a complicated expression.

The so-called "New Year" was not the result of careful consideration, but just a big lie he said to appease Mezzo. Lin An had no guarantee that he would be out of trouble in two months.

By the way, is this bragging?

He suddenly thought of this humane word. When he was a child, his aunt often complained that his father was a "braggart", even though he later achieved most of the things he boasted about before.

For example, a beautiful daughter-in-law, a degree from an overseas university, an apartment on the Second Ring Road...

There was only one thing he failed to realize, which was the phrase "I will come back to you one day, Xiao An".

Unexpectedly, I also learned to brag.

Lin Anxin said: Unlike Lin Hainan, I want to practice what I preach.

Back at the Lambridge Hotel he sat in an armchair.

After walking and chatting, the anxiety dissipated. Lin An was no longer upset and calmly sorted out the information.

The first time he was trapped by a moose, the system told him that he couldn't even commit suicide in this situation.

When he asked Brother Lu Zi to take him back to the foundation two years ago for the second time, Lin An was busy dealing with the inspection team and Joshua, and also discovered the secret of Adam Kadmon. He was so busy that he never thought about it. Brother Luzi takes action and takes the initiative to return to reality.

Jericho also mentioned that as soon as the "God of Truth" who brought him dies, Lin An will be trapped in reincarnation forever until the "Comoth" orbit separates.

It seems that without his own "rendition", he cannot leave the fragments that the "God of Truth" peeled off from the Tree of Time.

What's more, Zai is more troublesome than Lu Zige. He is already "dead" and cannot even end his mystery by affecting his body.

No, maybe there is a way...

Bantu's "Hades" is just a spiral of the cycle of life.

There is only a difference in form of existence from the earthly world of the living.

Lin An's eyes moved to the [One Eye of God] floating in the Philosopher's Stone. Dante's Nine Heavens was like a blooming rose, with light wandering around like enamel. A brewing circle in the center was filled with radiance, waiting to break ground. And out.

…………

The ship blew its whistle and approached the soft river embankment of Mbambuka. The other side was filled with fishermen and laborers, crowded together to complete the heavy work.

Some women are picking shells, fish and shrimps from the beach or reef, and sometimes sorting garbage, looking for useful things and putting them into the bamboo frames above their heads.

The children were on their backs, quiet and never crying.

At the entrance of the hotel not far away, the old man in charge was blowing dry smoke, and the guests who had eaten and drank well were standing on one side. He had just got off the ship, and his shoes and socks were still clean.

"How much?"

"Just give me your hat." The old man pointed to the cowboy hat on the guest's head.

"Take it." The guest took off his hat. Seeing that it was still early, he started chatting with him casually. "Since I came to Bantu, I haven't spent much money, but a lot of my things have been taken away."

The old man glanced at him sideways and said, "You don't understand because you come from a greedy country."

"This logic makes no sense." The guest was suddenly accused and retorted angrily.

"How can I explain it to you... When a fisherman is lucky and comes home with a boatload of fish, what do you think he will do?"

"Sell for money."

"No, he would shout at the top of his lungs and ask the neighbors to come over and give the fish to them."

"Even to his enemies?

"I think so. That's the rule here. If someone has something he can't use up, others will naturally hope that he won't keep it to himself. This idea is reasonable."

"Even if the fisherman doesn't give it to others, the fish will rot, but money is different."

The old man put down his pipe, put on his guest's hat, and adjusted the width: "Anyway, this is what we think about money."

“If you have to give away whatever little bit you have, you will never be rich.”

"That's true."

"And everyone wants to be rich."

"Really? When I was young, I worked long hours on the rubber plantations in Kokilaville. The rich people there were always unhappy and rarely had children."

"If they were paupers, they might be even more unhappy." The guest said. "You always need money, to buy food, see a doctor, buy a car, a house, things like that."

"It's strange. I have food, clothing, and shelter from the rain every day. As for the bicycle, that thing is just a burden or a scam. Isn't it possible that no one walks over there?"

"In my hometown, people live in very large cities far away from each other. Without transportation, commuting would be difficult."

“If everyone lived in cities, they wouldn’t be able to grow enough food and would starve to death.”

"No problem. There are vast fields in the countryside. Farmers grow food, put it into big trucks, and transport it directly to big cities. City people go to stores to buy it."

"Buy it from the market?"

"It's not the same as a market. There are many shelves in the store selling many different things."

"Can a farmer have so many things?"

"It's not farmers. Shopkeepers buy it directly from farmers and sell it to people in the city."

"You don't know which field that food was grown from? It sounds scary. What should I do if it's poisonous?"

"It's not that bad." The guest's patience was about to run out. "Well, you can't imagine how different it is from my hometown. In my place, nature is assembled in a completely different way."

The old man listened and tilted his head to one side.

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I feel that Nanzhou is too backward and I want to change something; I live in Kigani and that is my ship."

The guest managed to maintain a smile and pointed to the majestic ship on the river that was out of place with the surroundings.

"We received news that Bantu President Tshisekedi Kumasi was not observing his religious beliefs and was killing my fellow believers, so we came to the base camp in Kinshasa to pick up the remaining survivors."

"You are the pastor of the Pentecostal Church." The old man suddenly realized it and lowered his voice. "Fortunately, you came late and the hotel has been replaced. Otherwise, you would probably be doomed."

"Big hotel?" the guest asked doubtfully.

"Haha, it's all over. The only truth I believe in is 'everything is over'."

"This is not correct and we need to learn from history."

The old man shook his head noncommittally. The guest understood that he had not listened at all, and his eyelids twitched. When he saw a local man who seemed to be well-educated passing by, he quickly stopped him and asked him to comment.

"Which one of us is right?"

"It doesn't matter who is right or wrong, people need to know what they are choosing. Some things seem to work well, but in the end they turn out not to work well. You can only tell the difference by personal experimentation."

The guests were stunned on the spot, scratching their heads and ears, while the old man continued to smoke the pipe, his cloudy eyes looking at the turbulent Kuba River with a blank expression.

After the street debate ended, Lin An walked past the two of them.

He has gone through four seven-day cycles, and a full 28 days have passed in the outside world; this is the third day of the fifth cycle.

Today, a Pentecostal ship docked.

Mezo told him that everything was unfolding steadily under the control of the shape-shifting wizard.

Tribal people came to the city to settle down, the army was well-trained, new laws were promulgated one by one, and the government stepped back step by step. More and more neighborhoods recognized the [World Tree], and the reputation of the [Forest Ranger] grew day by day, and gradually became a household name.

Zai's purpose is to "make Bantu great again". In a sense, he and Lin An are not enemies.

Every day when the panel is opened, various values ​​are always increasing. This is proof that the prophet has fulfilled his previous promise - although Lin An never agreed to trade with him.

[Letter Name]: Forester, Ghost of Ditri City, Archon of Mbambuka

[Personality]: patron saint

[Fusion Process]: 1.5%

[Measurement value]: 95.2

[Deviation value]: 82.1%

Zai thought that this would satisfy Lin An, but he wanted more than that.

Moreover, after Zai obtained the vest of [Forest Ranger], Lin An's deviation value soared, and he also got the unfamiliar letter name "Consul of Mbambuka".

This was definitely not Lin An's original intention.

Being anxious didn't help, so he had to speed up his research.

Thinking about it carefully, Zai might have had bad intentions when he handed Lin An his "finger".

At first, he used his fingers as a temptation to get Lin An to step into his mysterious ritual, until he couldn't get out of the cycle of time.

He is like a hunter waiting for someone to enter the game.

And this finger is the bait, a well-deserved encyclopedia of Bantu, but it is useless except for its profound knowledge.

Lin An couldn't use the energy inside.

Even at the beginning, when he peeked inside his fingers, he was almost distracted by these strange and magical foreign cultures, attracting the medium of the "Lord of the Earth".

It seems I have to adapt to more Bantu philosophical ways.

Time passed, and Lin An's progress was slow.

It wasn't until one day when he went out to relax that he accidentally resolved a conflict between locals, and then discovered that a lot of the knowledge in his fingers could be interpreted in real life.

From then on, Lin An walked the streets of Mbambuka, squeezing palm oil with her children, graffitiing everywhere with a group of teenagers, making cassava dough with women, fishing with men, and gossiping with the elderly.

Like Adam who had been expelled from the Garden of Eden, he talked with people of all religions, so much so that the guest just now recognized Lin An as a native.

As the equatorial night fell, he raised his eyes and stared at the edge of the city.

Thick, moist and vibrant trees and tall grasses have formed a dense tree wall, isolating the breathing of animals from the deep jungle, but it cannot block the pulse of life, which is as eternal as the sound of heartbeats.

it's time.

Lin An turned to the "knowledge ball" in a certain void space. Sometimes it looked like a lion, sometimes like a piece of red clay, with no specific shape.

Knowledge of the spiritual world emanates like a lush palm tree or wild fig.

Lin An's consciousness was submerged in the endless ocean current, like a crucian carp swimming upstream, crossing the ditch and swimming towards the finger of the God of Creation.

In an instant, whimsical thoughts and the mysteries of the universe rushed towards him, seeming to pour the wisdom that governs a person's inner vitality into his mind, occupy Lin An's heart and blood, and devour him from the inside, leaving only the outer frame. .

Two months ago, Lin Anding would have been shaken or hard to understand.

However, his expression remains unchanged now.

During this period of wandering in Mbambuka, Lin An's thinking has become tolerant enough to accommodate Bantu's spirituality.

Taking a deep breath, he thought.

"System, using [Tarot Divination] from "Encyclopedia of Magic V: Halfway to Divinity - Wanderers Ask the World."

Colorful omens scattered like butterflies, and the results were revealed.

The tarot card numbered "1" floats, with a man wearing a red shawl on the yellow bottom card standing behind a table with a scepter, chalice, sword, and coins.

He points one finger to the sky and the other to the ground, which represents the exchange of power and the gift of spirit. There is a symbol symbolizing infinity on his head, surrounded by red roses and white lilies.

"magician".

Through its inspiration, Lin An had a glimmer of enlightenment.

Although the Prophet's Finger contains the memories of the [Four Living Gods] prophets from ancient times to the present, as well as many complicated mysteries, which are related to the nature of Nzambi's creation god, which is of great benefit to people, Lin An cannot digest the spirit in one go. wisdom.

The most critical thing is that most of their knowledge is purely mystical knowledge and cannot be converted into radiation value.

It would have been normal, but now Lin An just wanted to take away the energy to perfect [God's One Eye].

Following the imagery of the cards, Lin An passed through the messy and confusing visions. They seemed like countless pairs of eyes and mouths, describing the wisdom of the gods in powerful and vivid language.

After a month of study and understanding, Lin An had a partial understanding of every question. At this moment, the ancient knowledge was buzzing, attracting him to delve deeper.

Lin An suppressed his curiosity and just repeated one sentence.

“Beto Bakongo kimpala kieto kiele kingi.”

What it means is: Jealousy breeds hatred and evil.

The tarot cards found a place where the blue light shined. It repeated similar words to Lin An, and it was a wet antidote in Nzambi's energy against the burning gaze of the evil eye.

Lin An put the [Philosopher's Stone] close to the sky blue, and the small world was transformed in the same way. The eyes of Hermes, who stood on the blue-red sphere, shed a magnet-like luster and connected with the golden center.

Through the matchmaking of alchemy, the energy of the prophet's fingers flows along the transmutation to the "One Eye of God", like a drop of dew, causing Dante's rose window to bloom.

The surface of the flower is flat, and at the same time a triangular prism shaped like a palm floats.

The light from the depths of the Nine Heavens diffuses through the prism into colorful fragments, refracting the spotless bright holy light.

Not only does it increase the irradiation range, it also seems to have an additional function.

"You used prophecy to find out the knowledge belonging to the 'All-Seeing Eye' in [Nzembi's Finger I - Relics of the Prophet Nichiima], and used the medium of alchemy to incorporate it into [The One Eye of God III - Dante's Nine Heavens]. The illustration of this mysterious item has been updated."

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