Assassin’s Chronicle

The twenty-fourth chapter temple

For Anfei, there is really no fun in this world. The huge gap in social development cannot be compensated by the whimsy of some or some people. The unconventional pubs are not comparable to modern nightclubs. The story of the poets is no match for movies and television, and the only thing that can make Affin look a few eyes may be the sharp, slender elf.

The so-called shopping refers to constantly searching for things that are of interest to them, and then turning those things into their own, within the scope of economic ability, but punk city is not their home, and the favorite Nia has to give up. A lot of things I like, I only bought some gadgets that are easy to carry around.

When the pedestrians on the street became scarce and the night was getting thicker, Anfei and others walked out of a ready-to-wear store. Niya was still looking back and reluctantly looking forward. Just now, Anfei had already said this time, their last One stop, but Niya felt that she had not yet strolled.

At the end of the street, there was a sudden flash of fire. Countless people held the torch slowly toward this side. In the meantime, there were female voices singing old songs. They flew in the air and extended their arms to block Niya. .

There was a painful gasping behind him. The owner of the ready-to-wear store, a middle-aged woman, struggled to pick up a box about one and a half meters long. The strange thing was that she stood two beside her. A mixed child, but they only stood there watching, but they came to help.

"I will help you." Chris couldn't see it. He wanted to go forward and help the woman carry the box out. Who knows that the woman showed a panicked expression and shook his head desperately. The vulgarity of the fangs is missing.

"Adult!" A miscellaneous child hurriedly stopped Chris, and laughed and said: "This thing she has to do it herself, don't bother you."

"Oh..." Chris shrugged. Slowly back.

The doors on both sides of the street were opened one by one, and then the petals were swung in the air, flying like raindrops, and the middle-aged woman finally took the box to the door and opened the lid, which was full. Wet petals, she plucked a petal and prayed to the street.

"It turned out to be the Sabbath today." Chris suddenly realized.

"What is the Sabbath?" asked Anfei.

Chris looked around. Pulling Affy to the side, he whispered: "The Sabbath is the day of the natural goddess' sleeping place. I really don't think there are so many natural goddess believers in this city."

"The believer of the natural goddess?" An Fei hesitated for a moment, whispered: "They are similar to the church believers?"

"Yes, the same piety, the same fanaticism."

"Does the church not interfere with them?"

"It is powerless to interfere." Chris's voice is even smaller: "The relationship between the monarchs and the churches in various countries is superficially harmonious. In fact, they are all supporting other religions. No one wants to see that their royal power is threatened. Although the pope has made unremitting efforts for religious unity, this desire is unrealistic. First, they must let all the monarchs willingly bow down to the light of God, and then talk about the annihilation of other religions. ”

"How could that Buzureano be with the high priest of the church? Isn't the Druid a goddess of nature?"

"The church's strategy has gradually changed. They turned all other religions into enemies and later became joints. Cooperation has suppressed others. Now the church and the druids are allies. Of course, it may be only short-lived. The alliance." Chris squinted to the flow of people who stepped in: "In front of the fanatical believers. We must pay attention to some of the talk."

The air is filled with rich floral fragrance. With a long humming sound, there is a bit of a holy taste. Finally, the crowd has come to the front, and under the light of the fire, they can clearly see the serious and dignified faces on their faces. Expression, for the believers of the natural goddess. This day is not a happy day, and the resurrection day of spring is a happy holiday.

The petals are still throwing, and they are falling on the heads and bodies of people. No one looks around, but silently bears the baptism of the petals. There is no pause in the footsteps, and slowly walk in front of Anfei and others. The past.

Some people have already thrown away the petals, and some people are still repeating the same movement. Anfei looked over the box and looked at the box. Full of a box of wet petals, thrown out less than one tenth. It is estimated that it will take a long time, but the middle-aged woman has a satisfying look, just like enjoying it.

"An Fei, would you like to go to the temple to have a look?" asked Chris.

“Is it a temple dedicated to the goddess of nature?”

"Ok."

"Is there any problem?" According to heart, An Fei does not want to deal with believers, because faith can make them from a good lamb to a cruel wolf. Blindness and fanaticism are their will, there is no rationality. At that time.

"Anfei, let's go check it out." Niya also heard Chris's words and answered on the side: "Suzanne also wants to see it." Niya is also a little smart, knowing that she is not much big to Anfei. Influence, so that Susanna is pushed to the front.

"You have never been to the temple of the goddess of nature?" An Fei asked in amazement, he had not been to the original, because he is an outsider, Niya and Susanna are both indigenous.

"No, we believe in the earth..."

"Hey!" Chris hurriedly raised his finger: "Suzanne, don't talk nonsense for a while!"

Susanna looked back at the middle-aged woman. The woman was still throwing the petals seriously. She didn't even hear their chat. Susanna vomited her tongue and nodded, indicating that she knew.

"Everyone walks with me." Chris turned his head and walked in the direction of the group.

"Chris, is it wrong?" An Fei pointed his finger at him: "They are going over there."

"Yes, the temple must be there, they are going to the wild." Chris laughed.

Although it is the first time to come to this punk city, it is still very easy to find the location of the temple. It is enough to follow the fallen petals. It didn't take long, and Anfei and others stood in front of a building that was not very tall.

Religion has a refining effect on the art of human beings. Different religions have different styles, so different art is needed to set off.

The church that emphasizes light always builds their buildings bright and spacious, and the temple in front of them is full of another flavor. There are two ancient trees rooted in front of the door. The branches and leaves are towering into the clouds. They can't see their age, but they should be able to use 100 years as the basic unit of counting; the door is not wide. There is only one road inside and outside, it is reasonable to say that this stone that is often trampled on should be very smooth, but there are lush things like moss on the slate, like no one has walked for a long time; the wall is completely It is green. Under the illumination of the elemental light, Anfei and others can clearly see that it is covered with all kinds of vines.

"How come there is no guard?" An Fei asked softly.

"There is no need to guard the place." Chris smiled.

Anfei looked at Chris with a suspicious look and walked slowly into the entrance when he saw the scene inside. I couldn’t help but be stunned. On the whole building, I don’t know how many leaves are densely covered, and I hide everything in it, not to mention the door. I can't even see the window. In An Fei's view, the whole building is like a huge hoe, or a gimmick with a hair, of course. The hair is green.

"Where do we go in?" Niya looked up and down.

"There is Anfei here, we should be able to go in." Chris smiled and said: "Anfei, you walked forward."

"Don't take me to find happiness!" An Fei frowned.

"No, you will know if you try."

Out of trust in Chris, Anfei tentatively walked forward. When he was only a few meters away from the huge green hoe, he suddenly stopped and his waist bowed. Like a cheetah that is aware of the same.

Lived, the huge **** suddenly lived, the branches and leaves danced, and a wave of waves was drawn in the air, and the sound of rustling was faintly expressed, like a slang of dreams, although An Fei had completely abandoned materialism as early as in the abyss of evil spirits. The world view, but the scene in front of him still makes him feel numb.

"They are welcoming you." Chris stood next to Affy.

"Less fart!" Anfei said with no anger: "How do you know what they want to do?!"

"Have you forgotten your natural heart?"

An Fei groaned and slowly extended his hand. Countless foliage can feel his movements. They swayed and a few vine-like branches and leaves swept gently from his palm. An Fei took another two steps forward, and the branches in front of him rolled up like a tide, revealing a stone gate engraved with runes.

"I'm right, right?"

"It's a pity that it is not my natural heart." An Fei replied and pushed to Shimen, and Shimen opened his hand without any resistance, revealing the temple inside.