Chapter 234 Extra 3: Ordinary People in the Great Era (1)

January 1006, 7 in the New Calendar.

early morning.

172 Corner Lane, Old Town, Dorne.

Boll opened his eyes, picked up the mechanical prosthetic leg beside the bed, and put it on his right leg. He took great care of the prosthesis in his hand, polished the metal surface to a shine, and applied engine oil regularly to prevent the gears inside from aging and rusting.

This prosthetic leg was custom-made for him by the Mechanical Priest Kerrigan. As one of the earliest converts to the Holy Terra Church, Bol received favor and help from the priests of the church.

“Praise to Holy Terra.”

“Hail to the Messiah!”

Boll got up, dressed, knelt on one knee in front of a small shrine, and began his morning prayer. After the prayer, he picked up the black umbrella at the door of the room, put on a hat, pushed open the door and walked out.

“Mother. I’m going to work.”

Bol saw his gray-haired mother busy in the kitchen, his two sleepy siblings just waking up, and his youngest sister, Hill, running over drowsily, opening her tender arms for a hug, then kissing his cheek and whispering, “Brother.”

“You said you would take me to eat halfling grilled fish this month.”

Boll couldn’t help but smile when he heard that. He kissed the little girl on the cheek and said, “Greedy cat, I’ll take you there when I get my salary the day after tomorrow.”

Mother came out and asked, “Don’t you want to have breakfast?”

“It will be ready soon.”

Boll shook his head and said, “I’ll just eat something on the way. There’s a lot going on at the factory today.”

After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out.

Before leaving home, Boll couldn’t help but look at the corner. He saw a box with a strap, which used to be full of cigarette lighters, but now it has been retired.

Because Boll has a decent job.

“Morning, Paul.”

“Morning, Mrs. Lauren.”

People often greet him on the road. This is because not long ago, about a year ago, when the moon turned blood red, Paul bravely protected everyone. When the strange evil spirit appeared, he rushed out in time to inform the patrolling night watchman, thus preventing the people in the corner alley from encountering a disaster.

“One carnitas burrito, no cilantro, extra onions, please.”

The sound of a whistle from the dock could be heard not far away. It was a merchant ship from the Dre region. With the end of the turbulent times, the rich products of Dre were supplied to Dorne again, and the lives of ordinary people also improved.

Paul reached out to take the burrito and took a bite. The thick soup inside was very delicious and it looked like it had been stewed last night.

“how much is it?”

“9 Seth.”

“Give.”

“Looking for you 1 Seth.”

Bol ate and walked, and couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. Prices were indeed rising very fast, but fortunately, workers’ salaries were also increasing. He had attended night school at the Holy Terra Church and knew that this was inflation, but as for the specifics, he was not very clear.

However, compared to two years ago, the current prices are still acceptable. After all, the entire city of Dorne is recruiting everywhere, and jobs are quite easy to find.

At the intersection of the dock area, Bol saw the Half-orc Grilled Fish. The owner was very small, only about 1.5 meters tall. The store had been open for a long time, probably more than ten years, and the owner had not changed much and still looked the same as before.

It is said that halflings are very long-lived and can easily live to be a hundred years old. No one knows whether the owner of the grilled fish restaurant is a transcendental person.

But it was said, just said, that during the turbulent times of the Blood Moon, he was seen emerging from the shadows and slaying a three-headed monster.

Compared to the turmoil and chaos in other areas, the transition in Dorne was relatively stable. After all, the headquarters of the Night’s Watch was here, and those diligent Night’s Watch protected everyone very well. “Morning.”

Paul saw a thin man, Jeff Fan, who was not tall, about 1.6 meters, with a stern look. It was said that he used to be a gang member in the dock area and was now a member of the night watch. It was unclear whether he was an investigator or a night watchman.

The other party nodded slightly at Bol. He knew that Bol had joined the Holy Terra Church, so the two of them occasionally had some interactions.

After the blood moon has passed.

The Night Watchmen have been disbanded, and there are fewer night watchmen patrolling the roads, but occasionally one can still sense the aura of extraordinary people in the crowd. Bol doesn’t know why, because he is obviously not an extraordinary person, but he can sense the presence of other extraordinary people.

Docklands, factories.

Boll was not strictly speaking a worker, at least not a common worker.

He passed through those huge buildings and entered a special area inside the factory area amid the roar of machinery and gears. There were patrolling temple guards here, and inside were huge processing plants made of steel.

“Good morning, Father Cregan.” Paul bowed his head respectfully.

A mechanical eye that emitted a faint glow stared at Bol. The old man looked very kind, but his appearance was frightening, so he rarely went out. He said in a hoarse voice, “Morning, Bol.”

“Go to work.”

When passing by the priest, Boll smelled the odor of engine oil, but he did not feel any discomfort. On the contrary, he was very envious because the mechanical priests were the ones who were truly favored by the Messiah.

Factory, workshop.

Bol picked up the electric carving knife, took a deep breath, and his expression gradually became focused. He engraved blessings and prayers on the magic steel plate in his hand. Rune marks appeared on the steel plate, as if they possessed magic power, as if they were infused with faith. In Bol’s eyes, those runes flowed with a faint sacred glow.

“Hail to the Messiah!”

Boll’s job is to repeatedly carve blessing prayers. The processed materials will be sent to other places, but he doesn’t know where exactly.

When he looked up, Pol could see the huge emblem above the factory floor.

A planet.

Unlike the planets that ordinary people know, the emblem of this planet is not complete. It is missing about one-third of its area. Then, on the missing part, the broken planet, it is inlaid with countless assembled mechanical gears, and finally an incomplete but complete planet is completed.

It’s like a person who has been repaired with mechanical prosthetic limbs.

“Holy Terra suffers as we do.”

“Holy Terra is as mutilated as we are.”

“Hail to the Messiah!”

“God of Machinery! Lord of All Machines!”

“She will repair Holy Terra and make the great will of Terra whole again!”

The Mechanical God – Messiah.

One of the incarnations of the Holy Terra’s will, a holy spirit conceived by the world. She was born after the end of the blood moon. Legend has it that the God of Knowledge – Sean personally delivered the Messiah. As soon as she was born, she condensed the traditional [Craftsmen and Arts] priesthood, and eventually transformed it into [Mechanical] priesthood.

The conception of the Messiah is the spiritual gathering of the real kingdom.

The Mechanicus is a branch of the Church of Holy Terra. As no one has ascended to the throne to fill the vacant traditional artisan priesthood, the will of Holy Terra has taken on a new aspect: the God of Machinery – Messiah.

Different from the Terra Will, which is a huge pan-conscious collective, Messiah is a deity with her own personality. She is more like a daughter conceived by the Holy Terra.

At present, the Mechanicus is still a part of the Holy Terra Church, but in the future they may separate and exist directly as a separate church, and serve the Daughter of Terra’s Will, the Holy Spirit-Messiah conceived by all spirits.

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(End of this chapter)