Crown of Silence

Chapter 345 A friend comes from afar

"Almost... all."

The old priest shrugged, "The flu in the past few years was quite widespread. Except for normal human blood, all Romulus people were infected.

The infected people showed signs of high fever, vomiting and skin whitening, but they recovered after a few days. I also discovered by chance that the virus had not been eradicated."

Ye Qingxuan was shocked: "Such a big thing, you didn't report it?"

"I reported it."

The old priest said seriously: "The countries also attach great importance to this matter."

"Then why didn't they take any action?"

"Yes, didn't you see it before you entered the city."

The old priest pointed to the direction of the gathering place's gate and said seriously: "Many countries contributed money and effort to build such a high wall here. It cost a lot of money."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan fell silent for a long time, and asked bitterly: "It means that this group of people are left to fend for themselves? Do they know about this?"

"No one else knows." The old priest said, "I only informed their elders, that is..."

Before he finished speaking, a hoarse laugh sounded from outside the door, and a rough voice shouted: "Doctor? Is the doctor here? I'm here to see you! I heard that the Holy City has sent a new doctor? Come out and take a look!"

When he heard that voice, the old priest's expression suddenly became extremely tangled.

"——It's him."

——

There are no officials among the Romulan refugees, and there is no government in this gathering area. It is only constrained by the clan system.

And the most noble among them is undoubtedly the "elder" who is elected by the masses and has the most wisdom and long-term vision.

In fact, this elder who is over 50 years old looks...how to say, especially like a Romulan. In other words, like a tramp.

This is the first time Ye Qingxuan has seen such an enthusiastic Romulan.

As soon as he went out, he saw the dark and thin old man pounced on him like a monkey. He was hunched over, with strange oil paint on his face. He was wearing a tattered robe and looked like he was wearing nothing underneath...

The elder grabbed him, looked him up and down, and asked him about his health. He was as happy and enthusiastic as if he saw his own son. Apart from the strange smell of spices and charcoal on his body, Ye Qingxuan could still barely accept it.

"... So, you are the new doctor?"

The elder grabbed Ye Qingxuan and sighed: "We Romulans like friends the most. Since you are a doctor sent by the sect, you are also our friend... Well, do you want something good?"

He paused, took out a small cloth bag from his pocket mysteriously, picked out a pinch of powder and threw it into the tobacco, and then skillfully rolled it into two sticks.

One for you, one for me.

"Please don't refuse! This is the custom of us Romulans!"

Ye Qingxuan held the cigarette in his hand and watched the elder puffing freely, but he could smell many familiar smells on his nose, and felt a little dizzy...

Hmm, Datura, white orange leaves, purple-leafed white wormwood...still familiar ingredients, still familiar formula.

Ye Qingxuan suddenly had the urge to vomit blood.

How can this be a good thing? ! This is clearly a psychedelic incense that has been addicted to countless banned drugs and stimulants! My friend, what are you doing by taking drugs with me when we first met!

Is it the custom of you Romulans to take drugs in groups!

If this were in Anglu, you would be sentenced!

Ye Qingxuan looked strange, and he didn't know whether to light it or not. He could only put away the cigarette awkwardly and planned to throw it away after leaving.

Just when he was about to say goodbye, he was intercepted again!

"Come, come, come, I heard you just came last night." The elder eagerly pulled his hand: "I'll take you to visit Auschwitz. This is a really good place. You must not have experienced it?"

"No, no, no, I have fully understood it."

Ye Qingxuan was about to refuse, but was forcibly pulled away. The old priest beside him was helpless and wished him good luck, which made him particularly sad.

On the chaotic street in the gathering area, Ye Qingxuan staggered behind the elder, opening his mouth to speak.

"Elder..."

"Call me by my name, Caligula."

The elder turned around and looked at him with a smile: "This is the name of my ancestor, and it is also mine."

"Ahem, Mr. Caligula, where are you taking me?"

Ye Qingxuan was very nervous, fearing that the elder would take him into an alley, and then eight hundred Romulus youths would rush out and cut him to pieces on the spot

"Do you even need to ask?"

The elder whistled: "Of course it's my home."

"But I still have a stall to close."

"I've asked someone to help you watch it. Anyway, there is no sound, right? Early in the morning, a foreigner is selling swords here. Do you know how many people have come to me and want to teach you a lesson?"

"Uh..."

Ye Qingxuan was speechless. The elder, on the other hand, didn't care and instead praised him: "Your accent is good, where did you learn it?"

"I am an ancient scholar, and my teacher is a master of ancient language and history research."

Ye Qingxuan scratched his head: "I learned a little on the way here, but I didn't learn it well. The locals don't seem to like my accent."

"No, they just hate you."

The elder went straight to the point with an unabashed move, which made Ye Qingxuan extremely stunned.

"The Romulans no longer know the language of their own nation, they only have an accent. If you use this accent to speak the common language, it will only make them feel ashamed."

The elder patted him on the shoulder: "Don't do this again. Romulus people don't need this kind of pretentious intimacy, nor do they need mercy."

"……OK."

While they were talking, they twisted and twisted down the street, and along the way, they found that they had unknowingly entered the heart of Auschwitz. Several narrow streets lead to a huge market.

Just in the bustling market, there are all kinds of goods on display.

The vendors were selling enthusiastically, and the crowds were crowded, which was not as deserted as the outside.

"This is the real market. Only outsiders will go to the place where you set up a stall." The elder patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder: "If you really want to set up a stall, come here and tell me your name. Local people Won't care."

"Uh, thank you."

Ye Qingxuan smiled reluctantly, but his eyes couldn't help but look towards the center of the market.

Right in the middle of the circular venue, it was completely empty.

In the open space, there were several long black iron poles stretching straight into the sky, hanging corpses that had long since dried. When the breeze blows, the dried corpses sway like leaves, looking extremely ferocious and gloomy.

But who would erect such a thing in the center of their home gathering area?

Ye Qingxuan couldn't understand.

"What are you looking at?"

The elder followed his gaze and suddenly realized: "Oh, those are the former elders, my colleagues. It's a pity that they were hanged for making mistakes."

"did wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "What did they do?"

The elder raised his eyes and looked at him with an expression of great pity, as if he were looking at a mentally retarded person: "...If they knew what they did would make a mistake, wouldn't they have to die?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was blocked for a moment: "Who did this...?"

"Of course it's me. Who else is qualified to judge them here except me?"

Caligula said calmly: "If you think about it carefully, it was all five or six years ago. They have been hanging on for so long. Don't tell me. If they don't hang on now, I won't be used to it."

"Why? Why are you hanging up? Everyone is already dead, right? Why is it necessary?"

Hearing Ye Qingxuan's question, the elder was also stumped.

"This..."

He scratched his messy hair and made famous gestures: "I don't know if there are such people out there. They are young and don't know anything, but they think they know everything. They want to change their destiny, but they have never seen it." What is the real world like... What are these people called? Angry, angry..."

"An angry young man." Ye Qingxuan added.

"Yes, that's right!"

The elder hammered his palm with satisfaction and sighed: "It is inevitable that young people will be stupid. There must be something to warn them. At least, this can make them calm down when they try to be stupid."

The elder paused and said calmly: "After all, the Romulans have no chance to be stupid, right?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was speechless and didn't know what to say.

There was nothing to say all the way. When passing by a stall, the elder took a pigeon for nothing, not knowing what he wanted to do. Soon, they arrived at the place.

"come in."

The elder opened the door and invited him to take a seat - but there were not many seats here. There were a few cushions on the worn carpet. Ye Qingxuan randomly picked one and sat on it.

After the elder put down the dove, he walked into the back room alone, grabbed two handfuls of spices and sawdust and sprinkled them on the stove in the room. Soon, the flames rose.

Caligula whispered a few prayers to the fire that had lasted from the time of his ancestors to this day. Romulus people attach great importance to their ancestors. Each Romulus family has its own set of etiquette for worshiping family fires and ancestors, and strictly abides by them. Caligula is no exception.

Soon, he finished his prayer and returned to the hall. Several servants brought several glasses of water and placed the prepared pigeons in front of the elder.

Now the poor pigeon had all its hair stripped off, its feet were tied, and it was cooing innocently.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and looked at the pigeon:

"This is……"

The elder smiled mysteriously and pulled out his dagger: "When you come from afar, let me divine for you. It turns out that I am the best fortune teller among the Romulus people."

Before Ye Qingxuan could react, the short knife in the elder's hand flashed and the pigeon was disemboweled with a snap.

In the scent of spices mixed with forbidden drugs and psychedelic incense, the elder held a dove and a dagger in his hands, danced, took a deep breath of white smoke, then his eyes turned white, and he stood up and danced wildly.

Amidst the hoarse and weird humming, his body twitched, his eyes rolled white, he gasped violently, screamed, his whole body trembled, and he suddenly sat down on the ground.

Squeeze hard with your right hand, and the poor pigeon squeaked and was squashed.

The elder deftly used a short knife to pick out the pigeon's intestines, put aside a thin section, and stared at it intently. He muttered something in his mouth, but he couldn't understand it. He could only vaguely guess what ancient sayings it was.

After a long silence, Caligula put down the dagger and the bloody dove in his hand.

Someone brought a basin of water, and after he washed his hands calmly, he sat back opposite Ye Qingxuan, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Seeing his serious look, the dazed Ye Qingxuan finally reacted:

"What is the result of the divination?"

To be honest, seeing him do it so seriously, Ye Qingxuan was really looking forward to it!