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Chapter 340 Heretic Cult
Once the heart of gold hurts, it often lasts for a whole night, and it will not be relieved until the day comes.

Ainos had been prepared to stay up all night, but Mira's appearance changed everything.

Although her old sayings could not cure the stubborn illnesses that had been entangled with her for many years, they effectively relieved her pain.

The princess lay on the goose feather pillow, recalling the girl's face.

"What a...strange man."

Enos whispered to herself.

A girl who claims to have fallen from the sky with a paraglider, and a girl who has mastered three ancient sayings, besides using the word "strange" to describe it, Ainos has no other choice.

Enos caressed her chest. For a moment, many thoughts about Mira arose in her mind, and many thoughts fell again. Finally, she sighed heavily.

"Could it be someone sent by God?"

The queen shook her head and laughed.

This idea is simply a fantasy.

For 3000 years, there have been no prophets or angels on this earth. That rebirth day is like an illusory myth, existing in various scriptures.

Even if Mira claimed to be someone sent by God, Ainos would not believe it.

First of all, she has no belief in the god that the people talk about, and secondly, she doesn't think that a little girl is a messenger of God. "Perhaps, Mira had some adventures when she was young...or maybe, like myself, she had an unhappy childhood.

Ainos thought so, she pressed her chest, felt the peace of the Golden Heart, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The queen was a child with a weak heart since she was a child.

Those priests and nuns who knew herbal medicine once asserted that she would not live to be ten years old.

But relying on this golden heart, she finally lived to this day.

But everything has a price.

And the weight of the price is often unbearable.

His own mother gave her life for this golden heart.

And as the heart of gold devoured flesh and blood little by little, her feelings became weaker day by day.

Before long, when Enos's last heart was devoured, she would lose all her emotions and walk in the world like a thinking puppet.

It was a brutal but predictable future.

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The Red Olive Poetry Club soon ushered in the day of entrustment execution, and the departure time was set before the midday prayer. When Enos and Mira appeared in front of Stephanie's house, the members of the poetry club had already gathered.

Of course, this entrustment is not as many people as possible. According to the news from the Olive Guild, the passage of the tomb can only accommodate two people walking side by side, so the Red Olive Poetry Club decided to select six of them to go, and four of them followed the guild. The invited priest went deep into the tomb, and the two met outside the tomb.

Enos, who acted meticulously, quickly finalized the candidates for this trip. Needless to say, she and Mira, Irina who is good at supporting, Colin the pagan, Karen who has the temperament of a poet, and Mona who was born as a commoner They are all impressively listed. In this team, they each take on different responsibilities.

Soon after, people from the Poetry Club rode non-stop in a carriage to the tomb mentioned by the Olive Guild, and crossed the construction site full of wooden scaffolding. The people from the Poetry Club met a director of the guild and a priest invited by the guild. .

The supervisor looked plump and his forehead was sweaty from the sun.

"This is Father Prey of the Parish of Sirius."

The director introduced to several members of the poetry club.

The priest on the side looked solemn, and when he saw the people from the Poetry Club, he simply saluted, looking very withdrawn.

"Director, please tell us about the current situation."

Enos said directly.

The queen's attire today is similar to the day Mira met her. It is also a capable rider's uniform, with a mithril chain armor inside, a pair of white silk gloves, and a long sword on her waist.

Seeing the princess, the supervisor didn't dare to neglect, he repeatedly pointed to the tomb and explained the situation exactly.

The rhetoric was the same as what the Red Olive Poetry Club had heard before. It was nothing more than that the tomb was haunted. The workers did not dare to start work, but after exorcising the ghosts, they found that there were no ghosts, and people needed to go in to investigate.

The supervisor led the crowd to the tomb,
Through the deep hole, one can see the darkness inside, and even the outlines of objects are so blurred that they cannot be distinguished.

Ainos and everyone lit the torch.

"Is the priest who came to exorcise ghosts Father Pray?"

Enos asked.

"It was me."

Father Pray held a scripture and said.

Enos nodded, holding the torch and walking in front, and soon came to the open gate of the tomb.

There are various patterns carved on the door of the tomb. Mira looked over curiously. Those paintings were covered with clouds, angels, and star-studded night sky. They were clearly religious paintings, but they also had an indescribable weirdness.

Ainos stroked the pattern on the door of the tomb,

"...In such a remote suburb, there are actually beautifully carved stone tomb doors."

Then she turned her head and ordered Elena and Colin to follow, while the other two waited outside.

After a few people got ready, Father Prey led the crowd into it first, and a dull breath came over his nostrils.

A cold breath swirled in, blowing the flames to the point of collapse, and sparks fell one after another.

There was a faint smell of ashes in the air.

On both sides of the aisle of the tomb, there are clay pots arranged in an orderly manner, which look like urns. This seems to be a large group of tombs.

The deeper they went, the more slippery their feet felt. Unknown moss grew everywhere on the ground, which was weird and sticky, which proved that the tomb was rich in moisture.

call!
The dark wind howled from the depths of the tomb.

Ainos drew out her long sword and stared closely at the front.

Priest Prey also frowned, carefully refuting the situation ahead with his eyes.

Several people in the poetry club held their breath and dared not utter a word.

Instead, Mira stared at the depths curiously.

After a long time, nothing happened, it seemed that it was just a gust of wind.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking through several corners, the indistinct sound of water came to everyone's ears through the tomb.

The walls were slippery and covered with moss, spreading a bone-piercing chill.

When they passed through the narrow aisle completely, holding the torches and stepping into the deep darkness ahead, they suddenly came to a vast place, which seemed to be a natural cave, and through the light of the torches, they could see the spring water flowing continuously. Welling up from the ground.

"I didn't expect there to be such a vast space here."

Enos whispered.

"Look, what is that?"

Elena suddenly pointed to a place and said.

The crowd turned around.

Then almost simultaneously,
Even Mira's eyes flashed with fear.

Dead bodies with heads bowed and hands folded knelt in the depths of the cave, and in front of them was a stone altar.

The altar was covered with blackened and dried blood, outlining the shape of the eyes, dead corpses were kneeling, one, two... Irina counted out 33 in total, and in front of the altar, stood the three traditional statues of the True Church. The stele, with the dark and distorted religious paintings behind it.

These dead bodies were kneeling and kneeling here to die alive, and they still kept praying before they died.

(End of this chapter)