Break Through the Steam Game Library

Only one half-arched gate under the city was opened, and sparse pedestrians entered and exited. In the golden fog of dusk, the scene was quite bleak. Lu Zhengkang was stopped by guards when he walked over. He whispered: "Boy, first Come to the Rift Valley this time?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I don't understand the rules, I have to pay the entrance tax when I enter the door, ten silver coins."

Lu Zhengkang smiled and looked at the six guards at the door, five men and one woman, so he drew out ten gold coins, "Sir, it’s cold, I would like to ask you all to have a cup of warm honey for this money. The lady chief bought some trinkets."

A greedy exhalation came from under the guard's helmet, reminiscent of a poisonous snake in a snake cage. He hurriedly tried to grab the gold coin, but Lu Zhengkang suddenly shrank his hand.

The guard said "Oh", "Don't worry, boy, I remember how you look like, I will say hello when you enter the city, and my colleagues will take care of you." Such an ugly person is really rare, and it's hard not to impress.

"No, in fact, I just want to get some news."

"Ask, just ask, but let's talk about it first. You can't just talk about the Blackthorn family."

"There is a temple of Mara in Rift City. Is the priest there reliable?"

"Of course! Well-known."

"I mean, can they really talk to Mara?"

"Yes, I can, for sure, the lady in my family was also blessed by Mara and picked it up for me." The rest of the guards also came around and praised the effectiveness of Mara Temple.

The troll man was muttering in his heart, true or false, this is a marriage agency. So what are the clues to the mother's memory?

The previous conversation also made it clear to Lu Zhengkang that Jiaerna's memory was only twenty-one years old, the most beautiful and healthiest years, superb skills, and full of illusions about the future and the distance. Countless young people have embarked on the journey with hope and confusion, but her difference is that she is a lone wolf abandoned by her hometown. She wandered around, working, thief, robbery, and occasionally reading some books. Her grandmother taught her words and language, and as a weak person, she still knows how to draw the courage to move forward from books.

My mother met his father at almost this age, and occasional scraps in the diary will talk about the scene of their love.

Mara, the Holy Spirit in charge of love and marriage. In the Nordic system, she is the maid of Gine, and in the imperial system, she is the mother god, the motherhood incarnation of the universe.

In this way, it’s clear that the loss of mother’s memory of love is related to Mara, but He is just an unconscious higher soul, and there is no spontaneous behavior. Therefore, it should be someone who uses Mara’s power to wipe Except for the memory of mother.

Lu Zhengkang asked the guards, "These priests, what is their character?"

"We don’t often come into contact with them, and occasionally we can see a few of them in the tavern. They all seem to be very good people. Brother, you can see by yourself, but I warn you not to do anything illegal. Thing."

Waving goodbye to the greedy guards, Lu Zhengkang walked close to the city. The streets were fairly tidy. The houses were arranged closely on both sides. These tall buildings were very impressive, ranging from wooden or stone to tall triangles. The top is covered with compact square tiles. This is the place where the rich live. Only the top-grade stuff can be found on the ground. As for the poor, they live in the dark underground of the city, in simple shacks by the river.

You can see the river when you walk for a distance, across the city, like a deep valley, the smell of rotting fish and shrimp is constantly rolling up, wet and greasy, just like those unqualified seafood markets. The air is full of disgusting smell, people can't wait to pick their noses off.

The Temple of Mara is next to the lord’s mansion, across a black thorns villa. The door is hung with a red linen flag and decorated with light yellow Mara patterns. A guard leaned lazily on the wall. The visiting Lu Zhengkang nodded, and then turned to look at the street again. No one knew what he was looking at.

Lu Zhengkang walked through the courtyard full of deciduous grass, walked up the steps, and lightly patted the copper knocker on the temple gate.

A female priest of dark elf with obvious wrinkles opened the door, and the bright candlelight in the room reflected her and plated her with gold rims. There were light spots on her old orange robe. The first sentence she said was "Mara Madam bless you, my child."

The female priest stepped aside and invited Lu Zhengkang in.

"Any doubt?"

Lu Zhengkang saw Mara's brass statue at first sight, with a gentle halo in the candlelight, with some patina rust on the surface. This was a well-dressed woman with the posture of a martyr, her head tilted sideways, The hands were naturally opened on both sides of the body, and there were two tears on his face, like a loving mother in a painful situation.

Lu Zhengkang passed through the rows of benches and came to the altar table. On the ground was a wooden carved offering box, standing here to admire Mara's face.

This is what mortals think of him, not his true face, but that is not important.

"Excuse me, how can I get inspiration from Ms. Mara?"

"Ah, it was you."

Lu Zhengkang was taken aback, "So it was me?"

"Yes, Ms. Mara has long told me that there will be a skeptical man who will come to seek love."

"No, I'm not here to seek love."

"I didn't say that I came to seek my love." Although the dark elf priest is old ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, there is still a kind of innocent and lively, incompatible with the declining city of Rift Valley, just like the sun at night. Pious beliefs have given these priests great satisfaction in their hearts and extremely high moral standards. They are almost the last light of this rotten city.

Lu Zhengkang expressed respect and bowed his head slightly, "I did not ask your name."

"I don't have a big name. My name is Dingya? Baru. Ms. Mara is a trivial seeker of knowledge."

"Then can you tell me how to solve my troubles?"

"In fact, I only have the right to speak about the revelation and read it, and how to understand it is up to you."

"Listen thoroughly."

"The filthy fool also looks up to the flowers of love,

"What you once owned will never give up until you die.

"In the deep darkness, there is the **** key to the dead,

"When people who truly love meet,

"Sorrowful souls will rest in peace.

"Go to God's endless garden together."

Lu Zhengkang smacked his lips and didn't understand.

"Excuse me for being stupid, is there any further inspiration?"

Ding Ya shook her head and smiled lovingly, "Don't rush for a while, it is better to leave time to those close to you, when the fateful opportunity appears, you will naturally seize it."

Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath, was silent for a while, and bowed deeply to the statue of Mara, "Thank you for the guidance of the Holy Spirit. I would like to contribute some meager efforts so that your pastor can carry forward the glory."

Leaving twenty thick gold bricks, Lu Zhengkang took advantage of the darkness to completely engulf the sky, stepped on the locomotive, and hurried towards the Hosgar Peak.

Many things are not always so smoothly and smoothly. It is normal to have setbacks. What Lu Zhengkang needs to do is to sort out the clues.