Son of the Olden Days

"Clang...clang..."

As the bells of the monastery rang, dense figures began to gather in the sacred auditorium.

Today is the Day of Light, the last day of the week, and it is also a routine prayer day.

From morning to afternoon, the townspeople will listen to the oracle in the sacred hall, and the time from afternoon to night is their own prayer session inside the monastery.

The interior space of the sacred auditorium is wide, the dome is high, and the four walls are year-long, and even the cracks in the walls are filled with ancient heritage.

The walls are polished and piled with hard black sandstone. There are neat rows of arch windows on both sides of the wall above the height of an adult. The crystal windows are painted with flow patterns and colored paintings. The ancient vines that have passed through the years on the outer wall will also change from time to time. A curious head poked out of the window.

Rows of candles on the torch stand standing against the wall under the window are swaying happily, and the prominent position on the wall is hung with portraits of previous bishops and some religious commandments, making the whole space more solemn and solemn.

The aisle in the center of the auditorium is covered with embroidered red carpets, and rows of chairs are arranged on both sides of the aisle.

At this moment, the chair on the right was full of orphans and children who came to the monastery to study. The chair on the left was sitting with nuns and deacons, and the handymen occupied the back row.

The chief priest with a solemn face is holding a golden scepter with a ruby ​​embedded on the top, which is more than half a person, standing on the side of the reading table. This is a man who has passed the middle age. Apart from a slight wrinkle, there is not much between his face and hair color. Traces of old age.

The place where he is standing is brighter, coupled with the gold-cut headdress on his forehead and the embroidered robe with silver and gold rims, it makes him look faintly golden and holy.

Rianna stood behind the ancient reading table with the oracle in her hand, her beautiful face a little tangled.

Some of the boys in the crowd were holding back a smile, waiting for their favorite part of this prayer.

After translating and chanting by the priests of the past generations, the ancient oracles are no longer just elusive syllables. There are even many small prayer chapters in detail, including those for men and women, as well as those for the elderly and children.

After the chief priest raised his staff, the crowd stood up from their seats in an orderly manner, folded their hands on their shoulders, and bowed their heads slightly in a standard prayer posture.

Rianna spoke slowly and took the lead in recitation at the right time.

"The Lord of Darkness is watching us all the time. Whether the lonely poor or the helpless and lost, he will eventually be guided and blessed to move forward..."

Following Riana's softly sweet voice, the people praying in the audience also made their voices. The untidy, chaotic tone was like a group of buzzing flies trapped in a tent.

After the routine prayer ceremony was over, the chief priest again raised his staff to signal, and the people praying in the audience took their seats one after another.

After scanning the crowd in the audience, Ryanna bit the corners of her beautifully curved lips, and continued to recite a personal prayer exclusively for women with an expression of impatience.

"I was huddled in the darkness of death, my clothes were not covered, and my thoughts were ashamed."

"Until God passes by, saves me and guides me to a new life."

"For this reason, I am willing to break away from the bustling illusion, and hereby pray sincerely, wishing that my beauty will fade away and my youth will die early, so that I can plunge into the embrace of the Lord God as soon as possible."

"Puff~!"

As soon as Ryanna's voice fell, the boys in the crowd couldn't help chuckles with the expression of finally coming.

Older people have not had much awe of the existence of God, so in their opinion, Ryanna’s prayer of cursing her own early death has a very stimulating effect on this solemn occasion.

The expressions of Lorton and Faith standing in the crowd were normal, and there was no fluctuation.

The chief priest glanced over with sullen eyes, and the tumultuous crowd fell silent again.

Even Shuggs, who has always been casual, only dared to wink at Thor quietly through a few figures.

Playing on such sacred occasions, once charged with blasphemy, they will be sent to the religious trial in the new town for torture.

For gods, people in Gray Screen have always been chaotic.

Some people believe it, and some people disagree, but at least on the surface, everyone is a believer in the Lord of Darkness. After all, this is the only faith on the mainland today.

According to Saul, the source of all beliefs about gods is a question of whether they exist because of believing or whether they are believed because of existence.

In fact, every orphan is the most devout believer in the world when he remembers things from the beginning.

Because their lonely hearts desperately need warmth and support, and their belief in God has become the only spiritual support they can reach with their hands.

It's a pity that this world is too cold, and it's a difficult journey. The beauty is torn apart, the faith is buried, and the most pious orphan finally becomes the greatest blasphemer.

Now Saul, who has become an unbeliever, will naturally no longer be infected by the so-called sacredness between those sentences. Only then will he have the opportunity to experience this ancient oracle from a literary perspective.

In fact, he has read many such oracles in some age-old books. As long as the object and name are changed slightly, these prayers can praise another god, and they will gradually deepen in the chanting in the next few years. Plant people's hearts.

Just like the prayer that everyone chanted together at the beginning, Saul knew very well that it was actually used to praise the Lord Guangming during the Guangli period.

Standing in the crowd with his head buried in the crowd, Saul’s mouth was filled with a smile, not because of Rianna’s prayer, but because he suddenly remembered a saying.

It is said that some high-level female believers always believe that the naked body can better reflect the purity of their beliefs and are closer to gods, so they often don't wear anything under their robes.

Whether this statement is reliable is not known. Saul really hopes that God will suddenly appear in this world, and then directly tell his female believers that only by taking off all the ugly clothes on their bodies can they reflect their piety.

In that case, I don't know if going to the streets will become Shuggs' only hobby.

Today is the fifth day after the duel, and Thor's wrist injury has basically recovered.

After personally verifying the therapeutic agents formulated by himself, Thor was generally satisfied with the effects of the agents.

The reason why he is generally satisfied is that Thor has achieved the best he can do based on the formula he got and his superficial pharmacy.

If you want to improve the current elementary medicine, it has exceeded your own knowledge and ability.

Facing the vastness and vastness of pharmaceutics, Saul is very fortunate that he has lifted a corner of the slightest and has obtained a strong guarantee from the level of survival.

As for the intermediate-level medicine with shorter healing effect and recovery time or the high-level medicine that is rumored to have an immediate effect, it is still far away from the current self, and it has nothing to do with him for the time being.

"Clang...clang...clang...clang..."

The bell rang again, still distant and desolate, but it seemed a little rush.

Everyone in the auditorium looked up subconsciously, their expressions a little puzzled.

Today's routine prayer is a relatively solemn ceremony during the week, so the people are very well attended, and there are almost no absences. But why does the bell that summon the crowd ring again?

After a while, a look of horror suddenly appeared on everyone's face.

This is not the bell of the monastery, but the old bronze bell used to warn the town.

On this dark continent all day long, most human gathering places are never peaceful, and you will never guess what lunatics will rush out of the darkness.

Over the long years, Gray Screen Town has faced threats from the dark wilderness countless times, but generally it has not reached the level of warning.

The offenders are mostly just reckless beasts, and occasionally various monsters with strange appearances appear. On the contrary, those powerful beasts may have a certain degree of wisdom and seldom take the initiative to attack human territories.

The town’s own force is sufficient to deal with most ordinary crises in weekdays. Once the old bell rings in the town, it basically means two possibilities.

Either the incoming enemy is strong enough to threaten the survival of the town, or the number of enemies has reached a scale that cannot be ignored.

Almost at the same time as recognizing the meaning of the bell, Faith didn't communicate with anyone, and ran out of the front door with Warren, the guard. He was obviously going to gather people. Although he was not an official lord yet, it was certainly impossible to ignore the crisis in the territory.

Reanna and several powerful children in the family also hurriedly left and went out to join their guards.

There is only one exception in the entire monastery that can be accompanied by personal guards, and guards from other families can only wait outside the gate of the monastery.

On the reading stage, the chief priest's face flashed with panic and horror for a moment, and quickly disappeared.

He walked to the reading table and held up the oracle again, and after gracefully spreading his hands to appease the crowd, he began to take the lead in reciting a certain chapter of the oracle with a face full of reverence.

The image of the chief priest with a scepter in one hand and an oracle in one hand did bring a short-term calmness to everyone, but the chanting was quickly interrupted by the chaos outside.

Saul looked back through the main entrance of the monastery.

Under the dark sky outside, there are noisy voices and fires. Although I don't know the specific situation, it feels like the whole town has suddenly come to the carnival night of the Eludomon celebration.

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