"Because I am certain that after I die, I will go to the Great Plain to enjoy bliss and happiness. Why? Because I am a philosopher, a great philosopher!"
Veldor nodded slightly, then asked:
"What kind of philosopher? Of which school?"
"You see, with my unremarkable appearance and the plain clothes I wore at death, I am of the Ascetic Sect; I also yearn for beauty, adore beauty, and respect the gods, so I am also from the Lun'er School; at the same time, I am charitable and devoted to every Divine being, therefore I belong to the Yonar Sect, and finally, I am willing to spread knowledge and praise the truth, if you show even the slightest curiosity, I could talk to you all morning, so I am also from the Forget Sorrow Sect..."
The old scholar named Oren chattered away, almost dizzying the less knowledgeable Veldor.
"So you're saying you don't belong to any particular school?"
Veldor asked.
Oren nodded earnestly,
