Chapter 547 (1/2)
Several young men and women walk in the white stone buildings, walking slowly. Some talk with each other, some point to the statues and ask who is the saint.
”Oh, this is the white flower Saint durlan.” Hessen wiped the sweat from the heat and pointed to the white statue standing in the fountain in front of him.
The saint wore a close fitting and graceful dress and held a special sword in her hand.
The handle, body and armguard of the long sword form a straight cross shape, and then there is a vertical circle on the armguard, which encircles the handle and body. This circle has complex patterns, such as vine branches and leaves.
Durlan, holding this special holy sword, plunges into the ground, and then the water gushes out from the junction of the sword and the ground to form a small fountain.
”It is said that in the chaos and disaster, the saint led the local people to build the city in a short month, and then inserted her sword into the earth to attract clear springs and solve the water problem, thus saving hundreds of thousands of people. Later, she was also canonized. After the end of the war, she left behind an extraordinary faction, the brandy cross sword, which should still be found in Vilga. ” Hayson explains the statue.
”It's rare for women to be canonized.” Polly curiously looks at the small stone tablet below, which records the age of her birth and death.
”Is the brandy cross sword still handed down? I'll go and have a look when I'm free.”
”Well...” hayson thought back.
”In which city...” he couldn't remember for a moment.
”It used to be in Hopland, Prynne cross.” Next to her, Rochelle walks slowly and stands with Polly, looking at the stone below.
”That's what it used to be. Now.” Another girl also came, she asked curiously.
”It should be on your side. It is said that most of the members of Prynne's Cross sword went to frost rose a few years ago after the Hopland incident.” Lorraine Hill continued.
”Well, I don't know much about it at ordinary times. When I was a child, I preferred to play around.” Jessica touched her chin.
After that, they looked at other statues one after another, and then made a pilgrimage to the direction of the holy song palace.
Tall shade, a small church came to sing ethereal songs.
There are few pedestrians around. They are very quiet. Only the occasional cicadas on the treetops remind us of the current season.
The seven people in Lorraine Hill didn't visit the church because it would disturb others. They just sat on the benches and rocks outside and listened to the chants inside.
The nuns and friars in the choir are not too old. Their childlike voices sing without accompaniment. They feel pure and holy.
”Be calm, go your own way, be magnanimous and compassionate.”
”Living in the capital, holy and solemn, empty valley and orchid.”
”My saint is immortal. He acts as if nothing has happened. He is gracious and inviolable.”
The bytes are short sentences of the same length. When singing, the scale rises with the melody, which has a huge and solemn sacredness.
In this way, a few people sat quietly in the shade, blowing the summer wind, listening to this remote and sacred poetry.
”Although I don't understand the meaning of the lyrics, I always feel that people are quiet“
After listening, they continued to walk on the mountain road and talk to each other.
”Maybe this is the effect of the hymn. Sometimes the lyrics don't matter. What matters is the sense of sanctity.”
Several people came to the other side of the mountain.
At this time, they were faced with a magnificent scene.
The setting sun reflects the sky and slowly falls into the horizon. The purple clouds at dusk are layer upon layer in the sky, and the light golden sun falls on the vast slope under the mountain.
Because of the cold climate here, trees are scarce, most of the ground is gravel, soil, green weeds and so on. And this huge slope stretching thousands of square meters is now reflected by the setting sun, and the golden and sparse light fills every corner of the line of sight.
The world is clear and beautiful, the grass trembles slightly in the evening wind and light, and the dry smell comes from the air.
”There is such a beautiful place around the holy mountain. I didn't know it before.” A few people sighed a little.
”I'm afraid you've been to this place before, but it was soon overlooked.” Crow said with a smile.
”In fact, it's usually very sparse here. If it's cloudy, the huge slope below is gray and not beautiful.”
”It only presents a good view at a certain time.”
”How could that be?”
Hessen and others sigh a few words, and then sit here to enjoy the beautiful scenery, until the sun gradually sank to the earth, and then leave.
”Holy flame palace is not far from here. Let's have dinner there.”
We want to go to the southern mountain according to the predetermined route.
As the group approached, the noise became louder and louder. A group of priests in plain white robes were gathering together and walking along the road. With their shouting, a large group of people were interested in following behind. In this way, the number of people was increasing and the momentum was gradually increasing, and they came face to face with Lorraine hill and others on the road.
”Sibes manipulated the promotion and deployment, persecuted poor clergymen, and committed a heinous crime!”
”A shameless villain is not worthy to be an archbishop or a scepter priest.”
”Dismiss! Let the adjudicator interrogate him! ”
In the face of this huge crowd, the seven had to stay away from the road just like the friars and nuns on the side of the road. They stood on the side of the road and watched them walk by.
”Is this a protest?” Polly asked in a low voice.
”Should be, but at this juncture...” crow said half did not say, but his meaning you probably know.
”Come on, it doesn't matter to us. We are still students of ermenas. We'd better not get involved in this kind of thing.” Hessen said on one side, slowly waiting for these people to leave, with a few people continue to move forward, to a restaurant under the flame palace to sit down.