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Chapter 413 Engrave the Words of His Majesty

With his hands behind his back, the old man looked at the top of the willow tree covered with snow.Black, dry branches stick out from under the snowcaps like the side fins of a bream.That reminded the peasant girl of her dream.

"I saw the herd when I came here," said the old man, "a flood of destruction that washed away anything in their path. A pack of robbers tried to escape, and the beasts tore them apart. But they didn't Eat these minced meat, it seems they just want to tear everything that moves. Do you know where these beasts come from?"

Peasants know it.She also told the old man truthfully: not all life in the world was created by the king.The king made only the good parts of it.The rest—that is, the beasts—hatched themselves from the ashes.They were first the seeds of evil, which fell from nowhere and were buried in the ashes.When the king was careless in creating things, he distributed light and heat to them, causing them to hatch from the ashes.These evil beasts were not created by the gods, but they are also very capable.They were as big as a sky whale, and they could breathe fire and venom, which corrupted her second brother's arm.The giant worm in the red robe was also a kind of evil beast, and it took a lot of effort to kill it, but other evil beasts couldn't be killed.They do not have a fixed ethnic group, each of them looks strange, and the timing of mating is completely arbitrary, and countless uglier freaks are born.

These beasts were neither created by the king's will nor obeyed the orders of the gods.They are inexhaustible, and they are so ferocious that even the gods have a headache, so some mortal creatures choose to worship them.They are the creations of the king, but they think that evil beasts should be the masters of the world, and the way of life of evil beasts is free and correct, so they shave off their hair, tattoo their eyebrows, cut their lips and ears, and sometimes eat their own kind raw captive.They wanted to imitate the appearance of the evil beasts as much as possible, but the evil beasts would not appreciate it.They also tear up their followers like they tear up other things, and there are no believers in their eyes.Hunting and being hunted are innate.

The old man began to smile when he heard this.The peasant girl asked him why, but he just shook his head.

"These believers came later, when the gods had disappeared from the earth," he said. "Earlier your father erected nine pillars here, eight of which were at the edge of the world and the remaining one in the center. You once He personally guarded the kingdom of God on land. But then he was facing failure, so he took the initiative to tear down that pillar. Once the central pillar collapsed, your kingdom on land also collapsed. The vanguard of Hellfire first came from there , and the gods took shelter underground along the abyss of collapse. As for the light of creation in that pillar, your father did not take it to himself—his failure was doomed, because the god who promised him infinite light and heat That being was killed, and his wish was withdrawn accordingly—he left it to Hema, telling her to find a suitable mortal girl, one who was beautiful, pious, and wise. To be with this There is a deep connection to the land and a deep loyalty to the gods. When your new kingdom underground is established, a girl who meets these criteria has been found. She is a Nabibai priestess who grew up as a free wolf She was raised by milk and can predict the life and death of others. People with this talent are unique among the priests. She is also one of the most beautiful girls in the local area: her skin is as white as ice and snow, her hair is as soft as veil, and her hair is long and black. , with emerald blue eyes. She always wears a sacrificial crown woven with wicker and silver hooks on her head."

The peasant girl looked at him with wide eyes.She was amazed at what the old man said was "the king's wish", and at the same time she couldn't understand why he described a mortal girl so carefully, but her weathered heart was pounding.The old man did not say anything about the priestess.He talked about the customs of Nabibai in detail, saying that the people there regarded the willow tree as the embodiment of Yee, the goddess of fate.They believe that the goddess was first born from a charred willow tree that was struck to death by lightning, and struggled to get out of the wood gap in pain.The withered willow tree stuck into her back during the struggle and has since become a part of her skeleton, and all those who wear the willow ring will share her wisdom and pain.Every spring celebration, people will sing and dance.Most of the people wore fine clothes covered with silver willow leaves, with few exceptions.

The exceptions were the ceremonial actors, dressed colorfully for the performance.The person in gold costumes plays the role of Fire God Enton, the one in water blue silk robes is Ze Lijila, and the person in red robes on the throne is always a dummy carved with white jade, because there is no earthly life that can play the role of the king of the kingdom of God.Her brothers and sisters are all played by children, riding small carved wooden horses.These children are also small actors, pretending to hunt down a child in black on stage.

The peasant girl was surprised again when she heard this.She remembered her dream of becoming a child playing games, and she also wanted to chase a child in black.Who is that kid in black?She couldn't help but ask the old man clearly.

"That's Bam," said the old man. "The people of Nabiba believe she is Je'o's daughter, or sister, or another incarnation—they have similar essences, but Bam is bad. She The shadow of the willow, the bane of wisdom, the sin of the goddess. She can't be killed, and always follows Yeo, so people can only keep driving her away... I see you are wondering about it, child .Yes, there was no Bam among your father's kind. She never existed, but a goddess made up by people. I think it is not appropriate to be called a goddess. She is a witch, but she is better than any other on earth Every witch who has ever survived must be powerful."

But why?asked the peasant girl.She didn't understand why people made up such a non-existent goddess.The gods have their own believers and priests, and they try to only appear in front of their own believers.How can a god who never appears be believed to exist?
"She is responsible for the moments when the other gods have not manifested," said the old man. "Your father ruled the world, but he had few constraints on the lives of mortals, and little regard for the inevitable tragedy of their small lives— —It must have seemed to him part of the way the world worked, like weeds never complaining about withering. But people don't think so. They feel the part they get is natural, and the part they lose is unnatural, and they're not meant to be Lost, but the gods want them to lose. Your father also set up some gods to manage misfortune, but their duties are very sketchy, just want to ensure that the world is roughly balanced. For those small pains, like a beggar losing his ruin Bowls, youthful beauty worn away by age, crippled babies abandoned in the wild...these little things do not bother your father and the gods. But to those who suffer from them, it is more unfortunate than fire, sea, and lake. Much more important. At that time they didn't know what to do, they could only think that something else brought it all up. Ah, it's all a trick of fate, but Ye'e only decides the fate of the clan and the heroes, she must have a small shadow , a twin sister who deliberately made people feel pain when thinking about fate. Then they believed in Bam's existence. They would not ask why the gods allowed Bam to exist, and the gods would not deny this imaginary one. members because it is beneficial to both parties. It is a mutual convenience."

The peasant girl still doesn't understand.She wanted to ask the old man to explain in more detail, after all, she knew very little about how humans and gods should get along.But then someone interrupted their conversation.

There was a sound of flapping wings near them.Before the sound sounded, the peasant girl was not reminded by the wind.She looked over alertly, and saw a person standing in the shadow of the willow tree.

That person—let's call him that—has no face or five sense organs. On the head are six snow-white plump wings. The wings are inlaid with large and small gold beads, and there are nearly a hundred of them.The visitor was so strange that when the golden beads on the wings twirled, she realized that they were its eyes.

"True teacher." The man with the wing head said.Its sound is like a reed vibrating, light and bright, and it turns freely, but it has no emotion.It used an understandable term for peasant girl, but it was a very old title.True teachers, that is, the most experienced and wise among the chief priests, who hear the voice of the hellfire, and sometimes even command the respect of the gods.Such people are now extinct, but the Winged Heads call them old men.

"Ah, Wiggarden," said the old man, "you are here. I think the Lord of Fire is urging. The stars here are a little like your homeland, aren't they?"

"He asked you for an answer."

"I'm watching," answered the old man. "Let him go on thinking about his adversary. But since you're here, you might as well go for a walk in the woods with us. Would you be interested?"

The Winged One coldly turned dozens of golden beads without answering a single word.Then the old man said again: "It is a pity that you are not interested in this beautiful winter night and innocent children. But the taste is hard to force. Go and find those sinners who satisfy you."

The six snow-white wings were folded up, slightly lowered towards the old man, as if performing a salute.Then it sank like the ground and disappeared in its own shadow.

(End of this chapter)