Chapter 132

Once again, Paltrow went through the corridor of light and shadow and the antechamber to the main hall where the candle flickered.

He still bowed his head respectfully, holding a white porcelain tray full of delicious stewed mutton, soft bread and fresh fruit, which the Oracle priest loved.

This time, however, before Paltrow stepped into the main hall, he found that there was more than one person in the hall. In front of the gold and ivory statue, the young and handsome monarch of the city was holding the lean shoulder of the pure and beautiful priest, and his voice was full of pain and struggle: "Caicai, do you have to do this?"

The man who was held by him had a calm face, and his white hands were on the arms of tall and strong men. He looked up at each other with a look of pity: "my Lord, I must do this for the sake of the city-state."

"The drought has been going on for a long time, and the poor people have little food to eat and have to endure the scorching sun. The land has opened huge cracks, and evil locusts are stirring in the soil. In the near future, they will hatch and cross the border and gnaw away the little land we have left. "

The young monarch's eyes were red: "we are sacrificing! We offer cattle and sheep, vegetables and fruits and clean water to the gods! The gods will help us! I don't need you at all. I don't need you... "

Before he finished speaking, a pair of cool and soft hands lifted his cheek. The man who was almost in his arms looked tenderly at the young king: "we have offered sacrifices to the gods for two months, and the drought has not been alleviated. Don't waste food any more. Give all the sacrifices to the people. I think the gods need something different. "

The emperor's men clenched consciously and soon relaxed, afraid of hurting the man in his arms. He almost broke his crown: "what kind of God is a God who needs people as a sacrifice! He is just... "

A thin white finger touched his lips. The beautiful and pure priest's face became cold and said in a low voice, "king, be careful."

The momentum of the young monarch was suddenly dwarfed. He almost pasted it on the priest's body in front of him: "but, Caicai, even if it needs people as a sacrifice, it doesn't need you..."

Paltrow stepped into the main hall with a white porcelain tray. He opened his mouth and interrupted the atmosphere in the hall: "Oracle priest, your food is here."

The king's words stopped abruptly, and then turned his head with sullen face. A pair of eyes like the young wolf king on the grassland looked at him fiercely.

However, only the purgatory's bowed head and respectfully held food responded to him.

The emperor realized that it was time to eat. His Oracle priesthood was thin, and his back was even more slender than the beautiful maidens in the city, and his meal could not be delayed for a moment.

Thinking of this, cross was less resentful of the purifier who did not know how to disturb his conversation with Caicai. The young monarch immediately stopped his topic and said, "Caicai, you should eat first."

Mu Caiguang's feet are snow-white, beautiful in shape, and quietly step on the ground. Wearing a white robe symbolizing purity, mu Caiguang walks over like a cat. He looked at the tray in Paltrow's hand, sighed softly, and looked sad: "it's such a season, but I can still eat such good food."

As he said

, his moving eyes turned to the monarch on one side, and his black and bright eyes seemed to be washed with water: "you see, I am not engaged in production, but I am loved and worshipped by the people all the year round. They eat hard bread, drink weak broth, chew sour fruits and leaves, but offer me soft bread made of the finest wheat flour, the best stewed mutton, and the sweetest and juiciest fruits

"I have been given such preferential treatment all the year round. If I don't come to the stage as a sacrifice at such a critical time, will the people of the hard-working God sacrifice their lives? If I, as the Oracle priest, cannot protect my people, what is the significance of my remaining in this world? "

Close heard this, excited: "you have a lot of significance! You are in charge of astrology, making calendars, restraining the congregation, and in charge of Architecture... "

Before he finished his words, he was interrupted by the Oracle priest in front of him: "my student, Themis, is intelligent. After studying here for four or five years, he has basically grasped the main points of astrology. He also dabbled in the rest of the things, and I believe he will be able to understand them through the books of predecessors and my notes. "

"After I have dedicated myself to the gods, I am replaced by Themis. The Lords of the Senate have agreed to this. " --

after that, his eyes, like the Milky way at night, were stained with firmness, and his voice sank, and he said without doubt: "please come back, monarch."

Close heard this and looked into the eyes of the man opposite, knowing that it was irreparable. He resented not only the fact that the senior members of the United Senate were hiding from him, but also his powerlessness at the moment.

He is standing here now, can't say a word, an expression also can't do, finally can only turn around hastily to leave.

He watched the young monarch escape until the tall, strong figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, and he sat quietly back on his mat.Paltrow stepped forward in time, put the tray in his hand on the small table in front of the mat, and stood quietly aside.

Muzzy stretched out his white hand, took the soft bread with wheat fragrance and bit it. His lips were as rosy as a rose. With a touch of the petals, the thick and long bread disappeared, leaving only a shallow and thin tooth mark.

He slowly chewed the bread and swallowed it. Then he raised his black eyes, looked at the silent purifier, and said softly, "thank you for helping me out, Paltrow."

Since he entered his teacher's home, he has been a priest for seven or eight years. Although he was not worldly wise, he was quite familiar with the purifier who had been following him all the time.

The other side is loyal to the gods, usually silent, doing more than said, almost never a redundant word. Just now Paltrow deliberately spoke out, which must be because he saw that he was under the control of clos, so he made a voice for him.

Although the priesthood is not under the jurisdiction of the king, they complement each other on weekdays. There is bound to be some restraint between them, and sometimes they restrict each other. Patroken offended the monarch for his voice, and of course muzzy was grateful.

The candle lit up the dark main hall and dyed the pure white robes and long black hair of the Oracle priests with warm yellow. His eyes twinkled with two small smart flames, looking at his expression is very tender and grateful.

Paltrow's throat rolled.

As a purifier who served the gods and Oracle priests, he was not as ascetic as he seemed. The bottom of patello's mind is not as clear as his own.

He longed for the sight of the Oracle priest, even if it was just a gentle glance when the other side was facing all living beings. He also craves the care of the Oracle priest, even if it is nothing more than the normality of the other side facing the people around him.

And what he longed for most was the body under the white robe of the Oracle priest.

No one knows what kind of picture appears in Paltrow's mind, standing outside the curtain with a towel, whenever he bathes. He thought that if the priestess could see the scene in his mind even for a moment, he would be pink from his white face to his round toes.

So Paltrow would not watch his beloved Oracle priest walk up to the altar. Of course, he would not be as stupid as clos, and directly asked the priest, who had a deep heart for the world, to stop sacrificing.

Paltrow thought of this and looked at muzzy's mutton stew.

Everything will be revealed at the ceremony a few days later.

……

A few days later.

The warm sun roasts the earth, and the strong sunlight makes people hardly open their eyes, burning on people like a flame. However, even in such hot weather, there are still countless people gathering in the sun, crawling on the hot ground and kneeling to a place, even if their palms and knees are red, they don't care.

For they know that the Lord priests, who have always been loved and worshipped by them, are going to sacrifice their bodies and pray for the rain to save their lives on the altar.

At the time of the news, all the people were shocked.

Since the establishment of this city-state, no matter how serious the disaster is, there has never been a thing that the priests sacrifice themselves to the gods, and all of them are young men and girls in the city.

The people who had children of the right age in the city-state saw that the drought lasted for more than two months, and I am afraid it will continue for more than two years in the future. They are ready to sacrifice their children. As a result, no one expected that their beloved Oracle priest did.

They wanted to cry, but the long-term shortage of water and food made them almost unable to shed tears. They could only crawl on the ground to express their thanks and give up to the noble priest.

After the news was released by the Senate, before today's sacrifice, a girl who had lost her parents and was fostered in someone else's home wanted to go to the altar instead of the revered Oracle priest, so as to save the life of her beloved priestess. However, she was finally persuaded to go home by touching her head. No one knew what the Oracle priest had said to her. Only the people of the city watched the girl crying and returning home under the escort of the clergy.

He wore a garland of vines and a white robe symbolizing purity. This time he did not take the scepter which symbolized the power of the Oracle priest, but walked calmly to the altar in the sun under the gaze of the people around him.

Around the altar sat several priests. There are old people and young people among them.

And

Paltrow is one of them.

Surrounded by the clergy, muzzy lay on the altar. To his surprise, even though he had been exposed to the scorching sun for so long, the surface of the altar was still warm. For his skin, it was only a little bit hot, and there was no burning sensation.

Maybe it's a gift from the gods.

The Oracle priest thought so, and then thought about what would happen next. He had more confidence that the gods would help them through the difficulties. He could not help but smile.The clergy who presided over the ceremony saw that their beloved priest was smiling at this time. They couldn't bear to turn around and announced in a shaking voice:

"start!"

All of a sudden, there was a neat, buzzing voice around the altar. The priests who sat around began to whisper the spell of calling the gods.

The sacrificial ceremony has already started, and can't be stopped in the midway. Otherwise, the purpose of the sacrifice will not be achieved, and the gods may be offended.

Therefore, even if the people around you have no choice but to let go.

Except for Paltrow.

The silent purifier usually looks solemn, careful and rigorous, and hardly makes mistakes. At this time, however, his facial expression became more and more fanatical, and the voice of chanting in his mouth became more and more loud.

The priest sitting next to him even heard his incantation which was totally different from the others!

The people sitting around the altar were even disturbed by the completely inconsistent voice, and the chanting was broken for a moment. Under this mistake, and then followed by the huge mistake before, the hearts of all the people on the altar suddenly thumped!

--

at this time, the abnormal changes increased sharply. After the poisonous sun gradually disappeared into the dark clouds, lightning and thunder thundered in the center of the clouds, and the city-state was suddenly windy and the sand and stones were flying.

It's like a rainstorm is coming.

Mozart doesn't know what happened. --

the altar is very large. The people sitting under the altar are a little far away from him, and the voice of chanting is low. He can only detect that the collective voice seems to be broken for a moment. Mutzer was just about to have a look at it when he saw a change in the sky.

However, as a sacrifice, he did not feel any abnormality. He just felt that the surface of the altar seemed to be gradually heating up, which made Mu Tze feel very warm.

If there is a change in the course of sacrifice, the celestial phenomena may not be the result they want. Maybe the gods will punish them and turn drought into flood.

Since the sacrifice had failed and the sky had changed, Mu Tze was anxious to stand up and appeal to everyone to go home to take precautions. But as soon as he got up, he felt a cloud of white mist covering his sight.

From afar, it seemed that there were screams and shouts, but muzzy was not in the mood to listen.

Strong and powerful arms firmly encircled his waist, and the sound of wings flapping echoed around him. A fluffy head reached his shoulder from behind, and a deep and magnetic voice sounded in his ear: "you are the sacrifice I have given you?"

Then he felt a moist touch on his cheek: "it's beautiful. I like it. "

This is the love of rabbit essence and carrot essence. You can guess who is attacking, and there are several attacks = w =

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