Chapter 1114： Revisit the age of mythology (1/2)

Gao Wen's voice fell, and the rebellious courtyard became quiet again.

Amorn suddenly felt that there seemed to be a lot of cold spots in his small courtyard today.

But the cold field this time did not last too long. Amone quickly understood something deeper from Gao Wen’s words, and he gradually realized that the holy radiance that enveloped him was flowing like water, in his tone of voice. With a light sigh: "Ah, yes, she doesn't believe in me, that's right..."

The former God of Nature muttered to himself softly, and then suddenly asked: "When was the original upper-level Druid church reorganized?"

"Almost a thousand years ago-maybe earlier," Gawain nodded, and said the history he had heard from Bersetia. "This is a gradual process. In the Silver Empire, the upper German The Ruiy Church first lifted a series of privileges from marginal parishes, and then gradually moved closer to the direction of secular imperial power, and found new self-support with the Elf Royal Court and the Upper Elf Council as the core. About a thousand years ago, the Elf Royal Family The symbolic meaning of the role of the'Druid High Priest' has been greater than the actual meaning, but before that, the upper Druid church had actually existed in name only."

Amone pondered in a brief silence. No one knows what the **** of nature is thinking at this moment. He only put everything into consideration at the end and sighed: "I was born in a mortal heart, and I should be a mortal. I die in my heart."

"But not all mortals have chosen the age of godlessness," Gawain looked at Ammon's crystal-forged eyes, "you should know that three thousand years... is not enough for the elves to complete a complete birth. Alternately, there are still a few elves who have believed in you alive in this world, especially... those priests who have been blessed by you and have a longer life. They are still alive."

Amorn looked at Gawain quietly, and then whispered after a while: "That silver queen just wants to solve this problem, right?"

Gawain did not answer, but made an affirmation with silence-although he has not mentioned Belcetia's intentions, the **** of the past has already guessed the answer, so there is no need to say anything.

"I understand," the light flowing around Amone gradually calmed down, and his tone was suddenly relaxed, "It is also a good thing. Let the silver queen come, I am ready to see her. By the way, where is she now?"

"She is in Cecil City," Gawain said with a smile, "waiting for me to arrange a meeting with you with anxiety and tension."

"It seems that you have long believed that I would agree," Amone said with a smile in his tone, half-jokingly, "How can I be so confident? Have you ever thought about it in case I disagree. ?"

"You will definitely agree," Gawain said with a calm, smile as confident as the other party said, "You hit the Voyager's space station three thousand years ago, not just to lie here for three thousand years, right?"

Amone narrowed his eyes and stopped making a sound. Gawain looked at the two gods at the scene with a smile, and then took a step back: "Then let me leave first-I have to arrange it. ."

After Gao Wen left, Mirmina looked at the giant deer Amoen, who was still lying quietly on the ground without a word. It took a long time before she suddenly broke the silence: "What are you thinking?"

"I just suddenly remembered the silver queen three thousand years ago...that should be the grandmother of'Belcetia'," Amone said softly, "she used to talk to me at the altar in the Holy Land-- Although most of the time I can’t directly respond to her voice, she often enshrines the fruits she picked from the garden on the altar...until the day I suddenly left. Thinking about it now, I didn’t even talk to her. ."

Milmina lowered her eyelids: "I feel sorry?"

"I just feel sorry," Amone closed her eyes, "My arbitrarily leaving has changed the fate of too many mortals. I only hope that when she leaves this world... there is not much obsession in her heart."

Milmina didn’t speak for a while. She thought about her own affairs in silence. It lasted for an unknown amount of time before she suddenly said: “You have many believers who make you remember deeply. Those pious ones are broken in your ears all day long. Broken thoughts... I don't have any."

"Envy? But this is not a good thing."

"Of course it's not a good thing, so I don't envy it at all," Milmina said casually, and at the same time, she glanced at the Monet terminal that was waiting not far away, "By the way, I'll mind if I'm watching. Huh?"

"You are free-I can't drive you away."

……

In the early morning of the next day, Bersetia woke up very early. She went to the living room next to the dormitory and saw the first ray of sunlight of the day passing through the crystal glass window not far away, slanting on it. On the opposite wall.

A high-level elf maid stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. She came from under the sun with a silver cup in her hand, with a very solemn gesture. The high-level maid offered the cup to the silver queen— —The delicate silver vessel was rippling with a pale golden thin liquid, and the mellow breath slowly drifted in the air. Bersetia took it with a solemn expression and drank it.

According to the ancient ritual system, the deacon should wake up with the sun on sacred days and drink the honey wine symbolizing "natural pure blood" in the sun to cleanse their souls.

Elaine, the close-fitting maid, came from the side, serving the silver queen and putting on a classical and exquisite priestess costume. This costume has a complicated and exquisite structure and is based on pure white. This is because the legendary **** of nature is pure white. , On it there are exquisite green patterns, symbolizing the lush green forest and the "life" part of the natural cycle, and the skirt edge and the collar near the black lines, which symbolize the "death" in the natural cycle "Part of it.

After changing into the Chinese clothes, there are a series of rituals of incense, combing, and application of holy oil, all of which have ancient symbolic significance and strict norms. The high-level maids-they also have the status of druid deacon ——Helping the Queen of Silver to carry out these sacred preparations with incomparable skill, Bersetia, as the core of the ceremony, stood quietly among these busy maids, waiting for the end of the process.

What kind of mood did the priests of three thousand years ago carry out these sacred rituals? Devotion from the heart? Really moved? Or both? Belsetia, who lived in the age of godlessness, thought about it in her heart, but she couldn't experience the emotions of her ancestors in her heart...because for her, all this is just her duty as the Queen of Silver, and it is her job. , Is her essential "makeup" to maintain the royal majesty, after all, she has been here since childhood.