Pioneer Lord: A Leisurely Imperial Life

Chapter 330 Reunion of Siblings

Richard stepped out of the room and looked up at the azure sky.

god?

Even if the souls of the two worlds were merged, he would not believe in those things.

People's views on things can be divided into two types of cognition.

One is factual cognition.

For example, a tree is a tree, and a wall is a wall. There's no need to argue about this; anyone who does is an idiot.

Another type is perspective.

Different people have different opinions on the same thing, such as the debate over whether tofu pudding is salty or sweet, or whether the North or the East is poorer.

For example, God.

Some people believe that accepting numerous offerings and beliefs makes one a god, some believe that controlling the rules of the world makes one a god, and others believe that possessing absolute power makes one a god.

Regardless of the definition, they all share a common characteristic: they are powerful enough to easily influence the fate of ordinary people.

That's why people revere them, worship them, and even pray that they will lend a helping hand.

But Richard's view is:

Only an existence that can bring eternal joy and happiness to all living beings can be called a god; otherwise, it is merely a powerful individual.

If being powerful enough can make someone a god, then if someone builds ten thousand space-based dragon-slaying cannons and has the ability to blast the entire continent into scorched earth, can he also be called a god?

Li realized that the true God does not care whether mortals believe in Him, does not require mortals to kneel and pray, and does not harvest faith through fear and coercion.

As for what God should do to make all races of beings feel eternal happiness and joy, he didn't know; that was something for God to do, not something mortals could concern themselves with.

All he knew was that everyone has desires.

This blacksmith wants to be emperor, that carpenter wants to unify the world, and there's this farmer who does nothing all day but thinks about having a whole bunch of people to serve him his every need.

The desires of these people collide, leading to class divisions and oppression, war and hatred.

Therefore, the god that Richard believed in could not possibly exist.

It's not like Richard would just accept it if some being suddenly appeared one day, radiating dazzling light and capable of destroying the world with a wave of their hand, claiming to be a god.

That's just what you call yourself, not the god I acknowledge.

To put it simply: if you say you're handsome, then you are?

Don't make trouble.

So in a sense, Richard was not an atheist, but his understanding of God was more idealistic.

But the view that the priests of light are a group of kind people has never changed.

They simply used some seemingly sophisticated means to demonstrate their kindness to the world.

There are also a large number of selfless people on Earth, so it doesn't necessarily mean that there are gods on Earth.

After thinking about all sorts of random things, Richard shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these trivial thoughts. Just then, he heard footsteps approaching.

Im rushed up to him, his armor clattering, his face beaming with undisguised excitement.

"My lord! Earl of Hanhai has sent Miss Freya over!"

Richard was taken aback.

"What?"

"We've reached the city gate! It's two days faster than expected; we must have been traveling day and night."

Richard's brain hadn't even registered what was happening before his legs started moving. Without thinking, he rushed straight out!

A luxurious carriage stopped outside the gates of Red Sand Castle. Several warriors and mages dressed in the armor of the Han Hai family stood around the carriage. When Richard rushed out, they all bowed their heads in salute.

The carriage door opened.

First, a slender, fair hand rested on the edge of the car, then a moon-white skirt, and finally a tall, slender figure slowly stepped off the vehicle.

Her features weren't striking, but she possessed a quiet, intellectual beauty.

Her eyes and brows showed a hint of weariness, yet she remained gentle, like a lamp that had burned for a long time in the night.

She looked up and saw Richard standing in front of the city gate, looking expectant.

The siblings looked at each other.

Freya's eyes instantly reddened. She quickly stepped forward and hugged Richard tightly. Richard could feel his sister's body trembling slightly, and his nose also felt sore.

According to the tradition of the Wolves, the banished second sons were scattered in various corners of the North, each seeking their own way of life and accepting their fate.

Without a suitable opportunity, it might be difficult to see each other even once every few years.

Moreover, she was wanted by the Holy See and was an exiled demon spirit. Forget about meeting her, even communication with her had to go through many hands.

The two hugged for a while before slowly separating, and Freya raised her hand to gently stroke Richard's face.

"My heartless scoundrel," she choked out, a tear rolling down her cheek, "I knew you were lying. My brother is the embodiment of wisdom and power; how could he possibly be afflicted by some kind of curse of light?"

Upon hearing the words "womanizer," Richard became somewhat uneasy.

He could get Qi Feng's Nine Guards to hire beautiful young girls as maids without batting an eye, but he still felt a little embarrassed when his sister called him by that title.

It's all Third Brother's fault!

He insisted on giving his older brother the nickname "Saccharine Wolf," but his older brother turned around and gave Richard the nickname "Woman Wolf."

They said he liked to follow pretty older girls around when he was little, so he'll definitely be a womanizer when he grows up.

"Sister, I'm a lord now, and a hereditary viscount at that." Richard coughed lightly and said in a low voice, "Give me some face."

Freya couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to straighten his slightly wrinkled collar, her tone full of pride: "Although I don't know exactly how you did it, I'm truly happy for you to become a viscount."

Richard gets all excited whenever this is mentioned.

He took Freya's hand and led her into the castle, laughing as they walked. "Come on, come on, let's sit down and talk. You'll definitely be interested in what happens to me after I go to Chiffon Wasteland. I'll tell you everything!"

Of course, I can't talk about the system; I'll just say that I awakened a life-related talent.

Freya was pulled forward by him, but her steps were not so hurried. She looked at her brother's tall back, a faint smile always on her lips.

"Then you'd better hurry up and tell me, I have to go back first thing tomorrow morning," she suddenly said.

go back?

Richard was suddenly taken aback.

"You're going back to the Global Library? Why?"

Freya sighed softly.

"Regarding the nature of light magic, I have made some progress with several mentors over there. If we stop now, all the efforts of the past few years will be in vain."

"Besides, I'm currently wanted by the Vatican, and staying with you would only cause you trouble."

"I'm not afraid of trouble."

"But I'm scared!" Freya's voice was soft but firm. "You've worked so hard to develop chiffon cake, I can't let it be in danger because of me."

Richard looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, then shook his head, his attitude becoming even more resolute.

"No, the Demon Spirit Empire isn't safe either. You have to come with me. We'll return to the Northern Territory tomorrow."

"If you want to continue your research, that's fine. I can build a library in Chiffon to support your research."

"And I assure you, the Court of Light will remove your arrest warrant before the flowers bloom next year, otherwise..."

He paused, his tone low and chilling, a cold glint in his eyes: "The Holy See has no need to exist."

Freya was somewhat surprised.

Looking at Richard's profile, she suddenly realized that the boy in front of her was no longer the same as the little boy in her memory who always clung to her and begged her to tell him stories.

She couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

But she knew he was serious.