She Chooses To Destroy the World

Alice stunnedly followed Etienne to leave the small temple, through the slightly gloomy corridor, and through the side door into the main temple where the twelve gods were enshrined.

The moment Etienne pushed open the door of the main hall, Alice was stunned.

Although she had heard many descriptions of the temple from Burke, who came to attend the ceremony a few months ago, the feeling she saw with her own eyes was very different from the story she heard. It was indeed what she had seen in her life. The most magnificent place. The high dome is full of sacredness. Many candles are lit in the hall, and the light shines on the statue made of brass, reflecting the golden light. In the center of the hall are the statues of the main **** of Guangming and the queen of gods. There are about five Alice stacked up to the height of the gods. The statues are carved from white marble, solemn and majestic, which makes people admire at first sight.

All these incredible sights dazzled Alice, and she stood at the door for a while before she recovered.

She looked up at the Guangming Lord God for a long time, until Master Etienne patted her on the head and led her to the front, she only noticed that the people here today are actually concentrated in the six seats in front of the Lord God and his wife. Around the statuette. They are all family gods of the Guangming family, and they are also the patron saints chosen by the children participating in the ceremony today.

In addition, some black gods are enshrined in a slightly dark place behind the main **** of Guangming. Alice raised her head and asked, only to realize that it was the **** of the night Ludniel and his three dependents. The believers of the dark night system usually choose to hold the ceremony at the altar where they meet in private. They will not come to the temple. However, in order to show that the temple respects all gods equally, the temple will still enshrine their gods and offer them flowers and sacrifices on festivals. Taste.

Today’s ceremony is held here by ordinary civilian children. They will not have anything to do with the gods of the dark night system, nor can they become believers of the main **** of light in a separate ceremony like the young men and women of the nobles. Therefore, They all gathered around the family gods of the Guangming family, ready to show their loyalty to the guardian **** who was the same as their parents.

In order to pray for the coming of the dependent gods, flowers are enshrined in front of every statue here today. Although today is not a festival, there is a festival-like atmosphere. The children who had already determined which **** to worship, one by one, under the guidance of the temple apprentice, entered the small prayer room behind the six luminous family gods. The final ceremony is to be done by the children alone in the small prayer room. I heard that they pray there and have the opportunity to communicate directly with the gods.

"But only exceptional believers will be honored to talk to God," the temple apprentices said. "We poor ordinary people can usually only be more pious, in the hope that the gods can hear our wishes."

Fogna, whom Alice's mother believes in, is also among the six dependent gods, and is the closest to the Queen of Light. Alice knows that Fogna is in charge of family and reproduction, and is particularly respected among the six dependent gods—her mother often speaks of this proudly. Although in Alice's opinion, it doesn't make any sense.

She walked forward alone, standing among the six idols and looking to each other. The nameplates on the bases of these statues indicate the names of the gods, their functions, and some brief introductions. Alice omitted the slurred names, and only paid attention to their gender and position. She saw that there were three male gods in front of the **** of light, namely, the **** of agriculture, the **** of artisans, and the **** of heroism. Among the three dependents behind the gods, besides Fogna, who is in charge of reproduction and family, there is also the goddess of business. And the **** of poets [Note].

The statue of the **** of poets looks the strangest. He has a laughing man's face, but in his hands he holds a crying female mask. According to the nameplate, his appearance and gender often change at will and are not fixed.

After reading the nameplate, Alice raised her head to look at the crowd. She found that most of the girls gathered around Fogna, and only a few stayed in front of the business goddess with the boys. Alice noticed that the girls were quite luxuriously dressed, perhaps the daughters of wealthy merchants; as for the two girls who stopped beside the **** of poets, they were extraordinarily slender and tall, with beautiful faces and wearing the same uniforms. It seems to be a member of a mobile theater troupe.

Since the future **** did not respond, Alice must now choose a **** from these six. She had a very simple idea, and felt that as long as she didn't choose Fogna, it wouldn't matter which **** she chose. But now it seems that this is really a very difficult choice. Whether it is joining the ranks of rich girls or going to the female dancers, it takes considerable courage.

According to the general opinion of the people here, all children who have reached the age of twelve and have performed ceremonies in the temple are even qualified to be child laborers or apprentices. After returning from here today, Alice can find a way to find a job. She intends to make a living by doing laundry temporarily, just like her mother, and wait until she saves a little money, and then she plans slowly. Although there is no specific **** to believe in helping people wash clothes, Alice still hopes that the choices she makes at this moment can help her find a better job. If there are other options, no one wants to help people wash clothes forever.

She glanced to the other side.

In front of the **** of farming, there are some peasant children, including boys and girls. They all rushed over from the outskirts of the city early when they got up. These children seldom go to the city, and they have been in places like the temple in the future. They look more or less cringe and are easy to recognize; most of the boys from the city are concentrated in the **** of craftsman Leighton and the **** of heroic warriors. In front of Qi, most of their fathers were craftsmen or soldiers in the city. After the age of twelve, they would prepare to inherit their father's business and enter a workshop or military camp for training. For them, this is the best choice in life.

Alice took a look at the current situation. Apart from Fogna, only the gods of agriculture, commerce, and poets had women in front of them. Alice knew that she could not choose the Faun. She was born in a city and had no fields and no livestock. As for the God of Commerce... She had no capital to do business, and shops like her would not usually accept girls like her as apprentices.

Alas, if the future **** can choose her, she doesn't need to worry here.

She looked at the image of the **** of poets embarrassedly, wondering if she should walk over. The two faces of the **** of poets cried and laughed, looking a little scary. The actresses with long waists and long legs and the slender and handsome teenagers in front of him will not make this choice less difficult. Alice could almost imagine how surprised they would look if she walked over.

Besides—although Alice didn't quite understand why—then her mother always showed an expression of contempt, disgust and pity when she mentioned the people of the wandering theater company. Although she is dead now, her expression still stays in Alice's mind, preventing her from going to the **** of poets.

When she turned around, she happened to see the firm eyes of Beltach, the heroic god.

The appearance of the heroic **** is exceptionally handsome, he is not as feminine as the **** of poets opposite, nor is he as sturdy as the **** of craftsmen. Among all these male gods, Beltach has a handsome appearance second only to the main **** of light. Moreover, regardless of professional issues, it is said that he can give believers extraordinary courage. This alone is very inspiring.

Perhaps it was this that moved Alice's heart, or perhaps it was the look in Bertrach's eyes that gave Alice a certain appeal. She bit her lip and made up her mind to walk in front of Bertrach, the heroic god:

Even if no **** can give her the blessing she needs, she still needs a little courage no matter what.

Everyone was doing their own things, but when Alice stood at the end of the line in front of Bertrach, she felt everyone's eyes focused on herself.

It was not a completely kind look. In addition to surprise and curiosity, there was also a lot of ridicule and ridicule.

Alice pretended not to notice those, and she held her head up and looked straight into the eyes of the statue of Beltach, trying to get rid of all interference and get a little courage from Beltach. But the indifferent **** didn't seem to be ready to bless those who hadn't become a believer. She didn't feel the courage, but felt those unfriendly eyes cast on her like a thorn on her back. Alice's legs were weak, she couldn't make up her mind, she didn't know if she should turn around and walk back.

But where can she go?

When she was hesitating, a shadow suddenly stood in front of her, covering all those unfriendly gazes, creating a shadow for her to hide. A clear voice said to everyone on her:

"What are you looking at? Nothing to fuss about."

She raised her head and saw the light golden hair shining like sunlight.

"The believers of the **** of heroism are not only men." Lord Etienne is the presiding officer of this ceremony and the teacher who usually guides the apprentices in the temple. His voice is particularly convincing, "Princess Wu Liti a hundred years ago She is a believer in the **** of heroism. Under the blessing of the **** of heroism, she led an army to guard our country from the enemy forces seven times in a row. Her maid and entourage, like their mistress, worship the **** of heroism, Their descendants have also inherited this tradition. Both men and women take the belief in the **** of heroism as their lifelong pride."

Having said that, he lowered his head and looked at her:

"My child, your ancestor was Princess Wu Liti's entourage, right? When I recorded just now, I remember your surname was the same as one of Princess Wu Liti's attendants."

He said so firmly, no one would have doubts. Lovely Lisi clearly knew that she had no surname, no family, no ancestors, and no genealogy-Master Etienne just recorded her information, and he certainly knew this too. Obviously, he said this because he wanted to help her.