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Chapter 442 Baird's Awakening
Schillers' exploration of the soul is unique.

I am like a person who crosses the sea in a canoe.

He didn't know the direction of the end point, and he didn't know how to avoid the undercurrents in all directions. All he had was the strength to paddle endlessly and a determination harder than diamonds.

Silas didn't have much confidence. He was ready to accept failure. After all, the road he was going to take had never been taken by anyone, or even seen by anyone.

No one knows what is waiting for him at the end.

Luckily for Silas, even though he is alone, there are still people in this world who can share all the difficulties along the way so that he will not be alone.

"What exactly do you want to arrange, Sir Silas."

The fairy queen held the book and jumped from one cloud to another. She flapped her wings and slowly came to the shoulder of the archangel.

Silas said slowly:

"I don't arrange, I just guide.

The ones who really make the choice are the souls headed by Baird. "

Sophia nodded, she thought of something, and asked:
"What conditions did you offer to make those underworld judges willing to bet with you?"

Archangel Silas hissed out the message, and replied:
"Sorry I can't tell you, Sofia.

All in all, it was a condition that would tempt even the judge of the underworld, and it involved the hell created by God. "

Sophia nodded half-understanding, she tilted her head and thought for a while, then said:

"So, Sir Silas, do you have anything you want to share with me?"

Silas lowered his head and said slowly after a while:
"There are indeed some."

Sophia asked:
"Like?"

After pondering for a moment, Silas asked back:

"For example...

Do you know what a myth is? "

The Fairy Queen sat down and said:
"Your question is really huge...myth refers to sacred stories about people and gods. In a broad sense, 'myth' can refer to any ancient legend..."

Sophia was about to ramble on about the concepts in the book.

"In any case, 'myth' is 'words' after all, it is 'words', isn't it?"

Silas interrupted the Fairy Queen.

Sophia nodded,
"Myths, of course, can be told."

Schillers went on to say:
"Then, isn't the ancient saying also a kind of 'language'?"

Sophia looked puzzled,
"You mean...

You want to connect the two? "

Silas nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"To put it simply, I want to understand the old saying through the myth about Baird, so as to observe the collective subconscious.

To put it abstrusely, it is to pursue the unspeakable collective subconscious through the myth that can be spoken.

I think that's why God told me: the answer is in the Logos. "

Sophia suddenly realized something,
"I see."

Silas smiled and continued:
"The direction of my observation... the things I want to see will be related to 'taboo', and I will understand the old saying 'taboo' based on Baird's experience.

Because in the mythology of the world, 'taboo' is the most common. "

Sophia listened to Silas's words, she didn't know what was going on in her head, which was smaller than her thumb.

After a while, the Fairy Queen recalled that Baird had fallen to such a state because of the bet made by those gods.

Immediately afterwards, she thought of something and said nervously:
"Siles, you guide Baird for your purpose, do you regard him as a tool?"

The archangel didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and asked instead:
"Yes, he can get what he wants, and I can get what I want, isn't that good?"

Hearing this, Sophia stared at Silas closely,
She asked meaningfully:

"In that case... What is the difference between you and those gods?"

The archangel was stunned.

He stood there like a sculpture, the feathers on his six wings were falling, and each one was filled with holy light.

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The dark wind of the underworld destroys the land of the afterlife, and all kinds of souls go to the place they deserve after being judged and enjoy the punishment they deserve.

With the help of Nakbet, the god of death, the archangel Siles made a bet with the god of death and the judges of the underworld. If Siles won, the judges of the underworld would exile Baird from the underworld.

As for what the legendary hero will experience if he is exiled from the underworld, the judges of the underworld do not know.

On the great plain, there is peace and tranquility everywhere. Those who believe in the gods and the heroes will come here after death. They will have fun here all day long-singing, composing poems, fighting, and even having sex. The king of the underworld has given them the greatest freedom and tolerance.

But there is a character who, even though he is still shining in this great plain where heroes gather, is incompatible with this rare and beautiful place in the underworld.

That is Baird.

His name appeared in the epic of the three-eyed ape-man, and also appeared in the "Second Prophet Book" of the True Church, and even in the reckless ballads sung by the orcs, there is no lack of his figure.

But such a great hero became a walking dead on a great plain because of the loss of hope.

No matter who it is, it can't wake up that broken heart.

Even if the friends he had made came to him, they couldn't make this puppet move differently.

just today...

It seems a little different.

On the spacious river running through the great plain, Baird stood blankly by the river bank, with his head lowered, and the gentle river water reflected his face, no matter how distressed the reflection was, it couldn't affect Baird.

The river flows down without return.

Day after day, year after year.

Suddenly, Baird's body shook violently.

Those absent-minded pupils slowly widened.

A sacred radiance of unknown origin appeared above the river, and a pure and flawless feather slipped down in the water, and a scene that could disappear at any time slowly appeared in the river.

In that reflection, there is a woman.

She has a beautiful face and a dignified manner, surrounded by endless sea of ​​clouds, as if surrounded by beautiful happiness, but there is sentimentality in her eyes, revealing endless longing.

It was Byrd's long-dead lover.

In that bet, Baird won, but in the end he saw the naked truth—everything he had spent half his life chasing was nothing but nothingness.

The irony is that at this moment, after Baird's death, he saw the untouchable reflection again, and this time it was even more illusory and unrealistic than before.

Even so,

even if…

It's just a phantom...

Also enough to set a broken heart on fire.

(End of this chapter)