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Chapter 463 Our Father... is going to change the world (plus two in one)

From time to time, Herries listened to the prayers of believers.

He is the god of mountains and craftsmen, the creator of dwarves and giants, but his followers are not limited to dwarves and giants.

Excellent craftsmen are not exclusive to the dwarves. Different races in this world have their own good craftsmen. Most of them believe in or worship Herris as their own patron saint.

It can be said that, contrary to his friend Nakbet, the god of death, Heris is one of the most popular gods in the world.

However, even though the world enthusiastically sang and praised Him, Herris has not been to the world for a long time. This is not because of the law, but because He himself doesn't like to run around and think of himself as the god of death. After Nakbet helped build the underworld, Herris stopped there and lived with his wife. From time to time, he would go to heaven to visit his son Shannon.

He had just finished the smelting work. He was entrusted by a god to make wedding jewelry for him. Now it was time to rest. Bored, Herris chose to listen to the prayers from the earth.

The ear of the God of Mountains and Artisans turned first to his dwarves, for that was his favorite race.

In the Great Artisan Temple of Karlrond, the kingdom of the dwarves, the high priest knelt on the ground, facing the statue of Heris, praying devoutly.

"Heris, the great Heris, the god who rules the ten fingers of craftsmen, your humble servant admires you infinitely, just like a mouse admires a lion."

Unlike the three-eyed apes or humans, the prayers of the dwarves are generally very simple, even with some vulgarity unique to craftsmen.

Herries loves this, and it's a great way to show that his creations are as forthright as they are.

In the Great Artisan Temple, not only the chief priest was praying, Herris saw that besides the priests, there were also nearly a hundred artisans gathered in the temple.

"What's the matter? Today is not a holiday, is it?"

Harris was a little confused.

"Wisdom Herris, you have supreme wisdom, thank you for giving us the knowledge!"

In the temple, the hundred dwarves praised in unison.

Heris put these confusions behind him, and the praises of the dwarves made him very useful.

I remember that the last time I gave knowledge was more than 2000 years ago. They are really a group of dwarves who remember grace, never ungrateful, and until now, they are still praising themselves for giving knowledge.

Harris turned his ears, he wanted to hear the prayers of others.

Soon, the eyes of the god of mountains and craftsmen fell on a plainly dressed craftsman, who knelt on the ground, raised a hammer in his hand, and offered sincere prayers to Heris.

"O great Heris, before your fire our wits are but rats in their burrows.

The machinery you have made is so exquisite, and the structure is so ingenious, that even if we spend our lives, we will not be able to master it. "

Hearing this prayer, Herlis couldn't help but feel a little exaggerated. What's wrong, these dwarves have already mastered the knowledge he taught 2000 years ago, why are they so flattering?

This face made Herris feel a little embarrassed.

Because... in my mind, there is no knowledge that the dwarves can't master in their entire lives.

"Dwarves, when did you become so glib."

Harris scratched his head.

He continues to hear prayer.

It was the prayer of an old master craftsman,
"Herris, your knowledge is like a vast ocean, please grant it to me, and send down a book, just like you gave the book before.

The Book of Mechanics, the great holy object, please give me another one!It is but a spoonful of the ocean to your infinite wisdom. "

Harris was a little dazed.

Book of Mechanics, what is that?
Am I really that good?Can you bestow what doesn't exist?
I don't understand why this master craftsman's prayer is so strange. Is the "Book of Mechanics" mentioned in it a metaphor?
I don't have any "Book of Mechanics" at all!

The god of mountains and craftsmen was a little confused, with confusion written all over his face.

Speaking of which, the prayers heard today are a bit too strange.

Herris thought about it. In today's prayer, the dwarves he created were all praising his own wisdom.

I don't think I am a wise god, what I have is just the superb skills as a craftsman, so I never let the dwarves praise my wisdom, but in the past, praising the furnace, hammer, and craftsmanship is a prayer mainstream of sound.

But today, as far as the eye can see, the dwarves are praising wisdom and mentioning the "Book of Mechanics".

Harris was very confused, he really didn't understand.

Dwarves, what happened?

With strong curiosity, Herris decided to spend more time on the dwarves these days.

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I don’t know, I’m scared.

Horris was dismayed to discover that the dwarves had recently created mechanical structures far superior to those of the past.

Whether it is precision, complexity, or innovation, it is unmatched by the dwarves of the past.

Not only that, in Karl Londri, the kingdom of dwarves, wonderful ideas are bred every day.

The skills of the dwarves, which had been stagnant, suddenly broke through a certain bottleneck. They suddenly exploded and created steam hydraulic forging hammers, steam mining machines, large lanterns, and hydraulic looms...

No matter which one of these creations, Herris couldn't help being amazed.

And all this is because of a "Book of Mechanics" of unknown origin.

After several days of observation, Herris finally understood why the dwarves would praise their wisdom.

Because of the "Book of Mechanics", that book is composed of pictures and undecipherable words, and records countless simple or complex mechanical structures. This book thoroughly inspired those talented dwarf craftsmen. Various structures have created machines that surpassed the times one after another.

The dwarves believed that such a complex and profound tome must have come from the head of Heris, the god of mountains and craftsmen.

They regard it as a sacred object and worship it.

And whenever they encounter mechanical structures that are difficult to understand in the book, those craftsmen will beg Herris for enlightenment and give answers that belong to the gods.

But no matter how much they prayed, they would never get a response from Herries.

Because He can't do anything.

Harris wanted to tell them: I don't understand myself, how can I teach you?

Although he is the god of mountains and craftsmen, he has never surpassed the times.

Most of the contents of the "Book of Mechanics" do not belong to the current era, and it is full of undecipherable words.

As a craftsman, Herris noticed that this book may be at least thousands of years away from the current era.

And those dwarves would not have thought of this. The dwarves attributed the "Book of Mechanics" to the wisdom of the gods, rather than descendants spanning thousands of years.

The dwarf craftsmen and priests have their own interpretations of the undecipherable text in the Book of Mechanics. They believe that these texts just demonstrate Herris' modest words.

"Those words are not for us to know, but for the time being.

The reason why Heris is like this is because of him. He doesn't want us to understand so early, so that we become arrogant and lose humility, and in order not to let us belittle ourselves, he draws pictures all over the book. "

For these, Herris couldn't laugh or cry.

Before answering prayers, I didn't know any mechanical books at all.

The "Book of Mechanics" I heard from the mouths of the dwarves.

The praise and praise of the dwarves made Herris feel indescribably complicated.

On the one hand, the god of mountains and craftsmen felt a little ashamed that the Book of Mechanics was not made by himself, and on the other hand, Herris felt that it was not bad to enjoy praise for no reason, and it seemed quite comfortable.

But compared to these, after careful consideration, Herris felt more worried.

So, when the god of death, Nakbet, visited him for some reason, Herris talked about his book of race and machinery.

"Listen, Nakbet, my dwarves, they have a book that fell from the sky.

It records countless machines that transcend the times, and they regard it as my sacred object, thinking that I bestowed it.

But I haven't written any mechanical book at all, and I don't even know what a mechanical book is.

What kind of mechanical book is this? I heard it from my own race! "

Herris roughly told Nakbet what had happened, and the more he talked, the more urgent his tone became.

He hadn't been this excited in a long time.

Nakbet heard the words and asked aloud:

"So where do you think that book came from?"

Herris took a deep breath, and said his guess slowly,
"I don't know of anyone with such power but our Father."

He does not mean that.

Nakbet, the god of death, froze and looked at Herris in a daze.

Harris caught a trace of abnormality, and asked quickly:

"what happened?"

Nakbet asked back:

"do not you know?

Oh, of course you don't, that's why I came to you. "

Harris was bewildered.

For a long time, He has stayed in the depths of the underworld, living a life of indifference to world affairs, and the news from the outside world is almost insulated from Him.

"Laren, the God of Dreams, discovered our father and endowed the world with unprecedented power!"

Nakbet said word by word,

"The news has already started to spread, and there has been an uproar."

Immediately afterwards, Nakbet told about the death of Shanlar, the heir of Oneiroi, and the things about Kagu and Oneiroi.

After hearing the cause and effect, Herris was even more dazed and didn't know what to say for a while.

But Nakbet was talking to himself at the moment.

"When the judges judged Kagu, they learned from his mouth that his power came from the way of creation, and that power came from the father.

Now among the dwarves you know the Book of Mechanics, also from the Father. "

When he said this, Nakbet could not help but tremble all over.

Just now, he came to a conclusion.

A conclusion that is enough to make the gods panic,
"Our father... wants to change the world!"

(End of this chapter)