Old-time musicians

"The Feast Beast was activated directly?"

"Is it that simple?"

The clergy touched the golden-red base of the giant instrument, their faces full of disbelief.

There were even a few people who waved their hands in the air in a daze, imitating Fanning's movements.

Only Miss Nightingale had a look of familiarity.

My teacher is of course amazing. Just because you "flower-touched people" can't do it doesn't mean my teacher can't do it.

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"Mr. Scheller, you have achieved 'no restrictions on entry and exit', right?" Archbishop Fields' tone was filled with an inexplicable sense of relief. He took a deep breath and exhaled for a long time, muttering to himself, " No wonder Lord '伈佊' wants to talk to him. In recent years, the various revelations of the South Country have become increasingly uncertain. Perhaps he can really prevent us from completely losing hope."

"No restrictions on entry and exit?" Fanning turned his head.

He did have a feeling just now, and had a strange confidence that he could "play the Feast of Joy", so he waved his hand to mobilize his spirituality to try, but he did not understand the meaning of this phrase in the Archbishop's mouth.

"Midsummer is a season of illusions." Fields was still looking up and staring in a trance, "In the South, there are some places, corners, and even objects like this. Their external details and textures are all real, but entering and leaving them or picking them up will cause inexplicable troubles."

"Such places are called 'Places of Confusion'. Some of them can open the road with cumbersome rituals, while others are still not effective."

"Well, it is not limited to midsummer, but after midsummer has arrived, 'Places of Confusion' will become more in the Tiya city-state area, and the usual doctrine believes that only philosophers who have reached a very high level of understanding of 'Love is a Question' can achieve the state of 'No Restrictions on Entry and Exit'"

"Including 'getting lost' during the journey, and also 'Feast of Joy'?" Fanning asked.

"Yes, the latter's form of expression is not typical, but we think the essence is the same."

"What is the origin of the 'Feast of Joy'?"

"It is said that it is the last work left by an ancient violin-making family before it disappeared." Fields smiled helplessly, "My knowledge is limited to this level. After Mr. Scheller has seen the venue, he will surely know more from the Saint."

So Fanning retracted his gaze from the "Feast of Joy" above and turned to look at this huge circular space.

The farthest boundary of the field of vision is a hand-plastered wall with white and pink interweaving. Beaches and flower paintings are interspersed in the arches and columns of the main building, and the interaction with mirrors, chandeliers and golden bas-reliefs forms a pleasant, soft and fantasy visual form.

Fields introduced:

"The entire Red Church ground can accommodate more than 6,000 people for worship activities without being crowded. When the 'Flower Ceremony' is held, the three-story circular 'Flower Ceremony Platform' on the outside will also be fully loaded, and the total capacity can reach more than 10,000 people."

"Some of them are royal members and important guests invited from various city-states and archipelagos, and more opportunities to watch the ceremony and attend the banquet are left to the people of the South."

"How do you 'leave it to'?" Fanning asked, "The opportunity to watch the ceremony for thousands of people is still limited."

"Church branches in various places will send out a large number of invitations to watch the ceremony. You can enter with an invitation with your name on it, but the premise is that when the 'auspicious day' comes, the invitation in your hand has not withered."

Fanning nodded slightly, stepped down the stage, and everyone followed.

From the center to the surroundings, the terrain is slowly lowering, and the walkways and steps cleverly divide the space into pieces. The candles on the balcony are in the shape of flowers, the benches and tables have light curves, and the translucent interior seems to be filled with colorful marbles.

Under this heterogeneous decoration, Fanning also saw that the ground was covered with black wire harnesses, which connected the pickup structures in various positions, and finally gathered a group of huge mechanical devices under the stage.

Seeing Fanning looking at them, Fields smiled: "In order to avoid a rush in the preparation process, the recording equipment for the ceremony music has been installed and debugged in advance. They are all high-end goods imported from the Theolian Empire, with a dedicated transoceanic line and complete installation. Even the equipment maintenance and debugging team was hired at a high price."

It's a familiar model... Fanning sighed in his heart at first, but after scanning a certain characteristic thing, his child's eyes shrank slightly.

In more than one place, he found marks similar to those left by a knife on the gray-black bodies of several pickup iron boxes and the main control console.

It was exactly the same as what he had seen on the wooden table of the tavern in the small town of Saint Archene.

This record recording device actually had the remaining mark of Boglierici's divinity?

The Special Patrol Office also noticed this year's "Flower Ceremony", which was expected by Fanning, but he still kept a little more attention when he found marks on such an unknown thing.

The site tour ended quickly.

The clergy led Fanning and his party out of the spiral staircase on the side, and continued to walk uphill along the flower sea to the "garden" behind the Fragrant Flower Temple headquarters complex.

This building near the top of the uphill slope is very eye-catching.

Its area is not as large as that of the Crimson Church, but it is built extremely high. Its appearance is a strange multi-layered hollow structure. It is not simply a "thousand-layer cake" superposition from top to bottom, but presents an intricate spatial containment relationship. Each space They are all lined with a large number of exotic flowers and plants and flowing water rockeries. Under the scorching sun, rainbows intertwine and flowers and butterflies dance.

"Mr. Scheele, the entrance is over there." Seeing that Fan Ning seemed a little dazed, a cleric quickly took a few steps to lead the way.

"I know, I want to go around to the back first and take a look." Fan Ning didn't stop, "To be honest, I've always been a little curious. The church main hall is already deep in the Fox Lily Field, so what's going on further in? "

"There are many foreigners who have this question." Fields smiled understandingly and made a "please" gesture, "but the scope of the fox lily field may be much larger than you think."

Ten minutes later, Fan Ning walked around the "garden" and stood at the very back of the building complex, at the top of the hillside.

"Strange terrain, nothing unreasonable, but I've never seen it before." He looked at the scene in front of him and fell into thought.

There is no longer a conventional path ahead, but calling it a "cliff" might be a stretch.

To be precise, this is just a "grass wall" with endless edges at both ends.

The height difference of seven to eight meters is high or low. It may be unrealistic for ordinary people to jump down, but they can easily lower themselves down with the help of some simple tools.

And below... there is still a sea of ​​flowers in the field of fox lilies.

Its terrain is flat and well-proportioned, with no human habitation, and no more hills or rivers. There are some undulating slopes further away, but they have no blocking effect on the view, and this continues until the end of the horizon disappears.

The sea of ​​burning flowers swayed in the breeze, and the fiery wind brought a rich fragrance to the face.

"The only good thing is that they have not disappeared." Fields looked into the distance and said, "Fox lilies and immortal nectar, one is relatively ordinary, the other is more mysterious, but they are both representative of the magical power of the 'Fanghui Poet' Apart from turning back toward the city of Tia, the end of the symbols can never be found on this side, so it may be regarded as a 'place of confusion'."

What if you are a person with "unrestricted access"?

Fan Ning did not stay in front of the cliff for a long time. He turned around thoughtfully and walked back to the entrance of the strange garden.

"The Archbishop mentioned in the opera hall yesterday morning that the garden's everlasting nectar has been 'stopped', so he was referring to the garden in front of him?" he asked.

"It's a general term. There are actually nine gardens." Fields nodded. "They are all located in this building, but occupy different relatively independent spaces. Each has a different 'honey-producing channel'. In the past, every day , our 'Flower Toucher' takes the existing unfading nectar as a primer, enters the channel and completes a specific tribute link, and then they can achieve their growth and harvest."

"The 'nectar-producing channels' of the nine gardens have different responses to the proliferation. Among them, the garden in the core area accounts for 70% of the production. However, more than 30 years ago, it first collapsed due to unknown reasons. Production was stopped due to various reasons. Two more cars were stopped more than 20 years ago, and three more were stopped more than 10 years ago.”

"So by this century, only the last three gardens were still in operation. Since the production of everlasting nectar was closely related to the abundance of the southern country's products, this directly led to the decline in the prosperity of nature's gifts. The church had no choice but to A 'no hunting and banning order' was issued."

When Fields said this, his expression became solemn:

"The next thing you know is that on the night before, the last three gardens also lost their honey-producing response. Our saint, '伊佊', is waiting in the garden. Not far after entering from here, you should You can meet him.”

Fan Ning pondered for a moment and then asked: "As the core source of extraordinary resources of your church, the nine gardens should be closed to outsiders on weekdays, right?"

"Compared to public areas such as the Crimson Cathedral, there are naturally restrictive management regulations." Fields reached out and moved his hand in front of the white marble arch, causing a blood-red crack to appear in the middle of the invisible barrier. "But the number of people who apply for tours every year There are many distinguished guests, such as the new poet laureates and famous singers over the years, and more than half of them have expressed interest in the wonders inside the garden."

The archbishop finally sighed; "The church has always been kind to their requests for tours, hoping that these artists who have received the attention of the 'Fanghui Poet' can bring about some good changes, but in fact, they The areas that can be visited are getting smaller every year, and as the mysterious properties of accelerating nectar gradually become silent, these out-of-production gardens gradually become 'places of confusion', and the rituals that opened the way gradually lose their response."

He led the clergy to bow slightly and made a "please" gesture to the arch:

"Mr. Scheele, I hope your meeting with the Saint goes well, and I wish you two little girls a pleasant trip."

"Thank you." Miss Nightingale replied happily, but Luna's voice was so low that no one could hear her clearly.

Fan Ning stepped into the garden through the blood-red crack on the plane.

The touch of the air on your skin becomes moist, and the pleasant sound of gurgling water fills your ears.

In front of you is a vine hall full of red, green and purple grapes. Through the height of the wooden frame, you can see the flowers of magnolia, redbud, jacaranda and pomegranate trees blooming under the hot sun. It should be on the upper level of the garden. At another height, no path has been found yet.

The three of them walked along the sloping gravel road in the middle. The aisles were lined with pots of carefully trimmed blueberries, cherries and small mango plants, as well as more colorful and plump fox lilies, or some exotic fruits that could only be seen in the south and could not be named.

The fountains or artificial pools showed different height differences in the field of vision. The paper pendants similar to lucky charms hanging on the wooden poles above swayed in the wind. The colorful parrots and wood pigeons standing on the side were staring at everyone. The two little girls blinked at them one by one with interest.

It was a very hallucinatory scene.

"See you again, Mr. Scheele."

When they reached an open place halfway up the mountain, Fanning heard a familiar voice.

Behind him was the water vapor and rainbow splashed by the waterfall, and exotic flowers and plants bloomed everywhere. In front of a rattan chair in the hottest part of the sun, an older man with light golden hair and a strong and majestic brow stood up slowly with a burning cigar.

"Hello, Master." Fanning greeted him.

"Master Luckert, are you also meeting the Saint today?" Miss Nightingale asked curiously.

Hearing this, the other party smiled, and his figure quickly faded under the scorching sun, and what was replaced was a heterogeneous line and light and shadow.

Fanning's expression was slightly moved.

It was a fox lily suspended in the rainbow, one head taller than a normal adult, more than two meters tall, with golden-red lines on its curled petals, and the outer edge was filled with burning thin flames.

Those flames seemed to be able to roast people's spirituality and passion into dried flower specimens as long as they were a little stronger.

"I am '伈佊'."

The voice changed, and the buzzing sound echoed in the ear canal, but the original shape could still be discerned.

"Saint?"

The two girls' minds went blank. Facing the most respected semi-mythical figure in the Fragrant Flower Temple, they had only seen his name in the doctrine and forgot that they should pay tribute with half-kneeling etiquette.

Fan Ning was quite surprised at this moment.

He always thought that Master Ruckert was just a Southern New Moon poet who had a good relationship with the church, a master of the level of the Profound Master who had climbed to the triple gate. He didn't expect that he was one of the leaders behind the three major churches of the Orthodox God, and an existence with the complete status of the Order Executor?

"It turns out that Master Ruckert is the saint '伶佊'. In this way, my previous respect was a little weak. Please forgive me."

Recalling Ruckert's deeds and the experiences of dealing with him several times before, Fan Ning couldn't help but think about the meaning behind it.

"Not very accurate." The evaluation of '伊佊' came from the petals and flames.

Not very accurate? Fan Ning was puzzled.

Are these really two different people?

However, before showing this divine image, the person who greeted him was indeed Master Rückert?

"What is the relationship between the Saint and Master Rückert?" Fanning asked after thinking for a while.

The shadow of the fox lily became fainter and transparent.

Only a half-smoked cigar was still placed on the edge of the rattan chair.

"To be precise, Rückert is my apostle."