In the evening, the sun's shadow slowly fades from the west, and finally the afterglow spills into the valley, casting a golden layer on every tent.

Rather than go to Jim's house for dinner in the evening, Lird casually disposed of a mouthful of the rest of the food from the previous trip in his tent.

The reason for not going to Jim's house is simple, Lird doesn't want to take up too much of Jim's time, after all, Jim and his wife have not been together for a long time, and Trista needs her husband's care more.

At the same time, Lird also wanted a period of time for himself to digest what he had learned recently.

The thick felt window at the window of the tent has been lifted by Lird, through which Lird can see the fiery red sunset sky outside, and there is no obstruction of glass at the window, and Lird can feel the natural scenery more realistically.

Since Lird entered this valley, it was as if he had entered a fantasy world, and Lird even had the illusion that the world space in which he lived had been completely separated from the outside world.

And to some extent, that's exactly what happened.

In this valley, there is not the slightest sign of modern human civilization, there is no busy city streets, there is no singing and dancing of lights, everything seems to be in a most primitive state, the sun rises and the sun sets, and the cycle repeats.

I have to say that living in such an environment, Lird already feels that his whole person is completely empty.

Of course, this is only the subjective feeling given to Lird by the objective factors of the environment, and the current thinking of Lird in the world is not easy.

First of all, he has not seen his father for a long time, and he is not willing to tell Lird about his specific situation even now, and the reason is not that he is worried that Lird will not be able to bear it, but more importantly, his father cannot fully trust Liard, and is worried that his huge secret will be leaked.

Lird was keenly aware that his father was consciously or unconsciously persuading himself to understand and accept all things, and Lird also understood that his father's actions were not just trying to make himself accept something, and perhaps behind these things, his father still had other intentions.

Leaving aside his father's behavior, Lird was even more surprised by the place itself.

Atlantis, a people that only existed in legends, suddenly appeared in front of him, and although there is no direct evidence of this, judging from the performance of his father and Jim, there is really no falsehood in it.

But can you really believe in it?

Lird kept asking himself, but he couldn't give himself an accurate answer in his heart.

But now something is about to happen, and the answer to many things is about to be revealed.

And the key to solving these mysteries is the person at the heart of everything, the man who was made a god by Jim.

The Sacrifice of Atlantis.

A thought in the dark told Lird that this mysterious sacrifice was the key.

Thinking of this, Liard's heart couldn't help but be a little nervous, although he didn't understand why he had such emotions, but Lird still couldn't avoid the upsurge of this emotion, and the more he tried to restrain it, the more difficult it was to control, Lird found that his palms began to tremble unconsciously.

The short time of sunset soon came to an end, and the gray-blue night began to replace the light, and in the United States it was the time for every house to light up the lamp, where even a brighter candle was rare.

Soon, there was a familiar sound of footsteps outside the tent, and Lird knew it was Jim.

"Why, it's lonely to eat alone!" Jim's loud voice rang out before he could enter the room.

Lird smiled bitterly, and had to say that Jim's image was completely different from when he first met him.

When Jim walked into the room, his eyes were still full of questions, and Lird smiled and said, "It's not as miserable as you imagined, you haven't been able to get a good rest for the past few days, and you've really eaten a lot of things in the past two days, and you haven't moved much, so you're not hungry at all." ”

Jim pursed his lips and said, "Even if you don't want to eat, you can go and have a drink or two with me! ”

Lird laughed and said, "It turns out that Trista's family education is strict! I thought you were at home with a lot of words, but I didn't expect that what you said was all scenes. ”

Jim was suddenly embarrassed, and coughed dryly, "What's the matter! Trista never cares about me! I just love my wife!"

Lird smiled: "All the men in the world who are afraid of their wives say that they love their wives. ”

Jim snorted coldly and said to Lird: "You don't have to be sharp-tongued, what can you do when you get married and have children after this year? It's hard to give up, but if you really live a life, the eldest lady's temper is enough for you to drink a few pots. ”

Jim's words reminded Leard of Jenny, and at the same time, according to Jim, Lird imagined again, according to Jenny's current lawless temperament and personality, if the two got married, their married life might indeed be troublesome for a while.

Lird shrugged his shoulders and said, "It doesn't matter, in that case, you can take the time to bring me some wine, and drink a few more while I'm still young." ”

Jim naturally heard Lird's teasing, and snorted, "Think beautiful!"

After the two of them joked around, Jim said to Lird, "It's getting late, let's go." Lird nodded, and the smile on their faces had faded, and he got up and walked out of the tent with Jim.

The place where Jim and Lird had traveled was not too far from Pym's location, but there was some distance between the two, and the place where the priest was located was more heavily guarded than the place where the priest was.

On the way, Lird saw several men he had never seen before, and it was clear from the gestures of these people that they were different from ordinary people. Then Lird thought of the Atlantean warriors that his father had mentioned in the daytime, and said that they had extremely terrifying fighting power, and there must be no doubt that these people should be these people.

Thinking of this, Liarde's heart unconsciously added a little nervousness.

However, a nervous Lird did not notice that when he and Jim walked past them, everyone looked at each other, especially Jim's eyes were full of respect.

Soon, the two came to a tent that, at first glance, was very different from the others.

The gray-black canopy walls give off a subtle matte hue that, while looking a little unremarkable, has a hint of majesty.

The tent structure is also huge, seven or eight times larger than the tent you live in, and it takes more than a dozen rooms to replace it with a normal house.

Seeing this scene, Lird couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that this is also the Buckingham Palace in the tent." ”

This time Jim didn't respond to Lird's quip, but just whispered, "Follow me." ”

Jim's stern demeanor made Lird even frightened, and he immediately followed Jim.

The moment I stepped into the tent, an incomparable light shone brightly. But when he saw two burning fire barrels placed at the entrance, it was obvious that he felt that he was resisting the cold air that invaded from outside the door.

Spare the fire bucket, and under your feet is a soft and hardness floor mat. The huge floor mats are embroidered with intricate patterns and floral ornaments, which look quite luxurious. But judging from its condition, it is quite old, and it has been used for many years.

In the attention of the surrounding furnishings, the number of beautiful but bizarre ornaments is not small, each piece of jewelry reveals a strong historical atmosphere, that is a kind of graceful beauty that can not be described in words, only with countless years to wash, precipitation will form this temperament.

With a hunch, Lird took a random one of these items and sent it to Christie's auction house to sell it for a good price.

The interior of the tent was a regional structure with an inner and outer layer, as previously conceived by Lird, and in the outermost hall sat two burly men on chairs, apparently the doorman's bodyguards.

Beside them stood a man in a white hooded robe, judging by his graceful figure, he should be a young woman, but the white hood on his head was pressed so low that Lird could not see his face.

Jim stopped and said something to the men, then turned to Lird and said, "I can only send you here now." ”

"Huh?" Lird was immediately stunned, he didn't expect such a situation to happen in advance, and he was quite caught off guard for a while.

Jim looked at Lird's stunned appearance and smiled, "What are you afraid of? This is not a Longtan Tiger's Den, just go in." ”

"But... But—" Just as Lird was stammering, the woman in white walked up to Lird and said to Lird in rather broken English, "Please follow me." ”

This sentence surprised Lird again, none of the Atlantean remnants that Lird had come into contact with during this time could speak a language he could understand, which made Lird even feel that Jim was the only one in the entire Atlantean remnant who could speak English, so much so that the short words of the woman in white made Liardton feel like an earthbreaker.

The woman in white didn't pay attention to Lird's astonishment, and after saying that, she turned and walked straight into the inner tent.

Lyald could only cast an inquiring look at Jim, but Jim shrugged his shoulders rather unkindly, and then raised his chin to signal Lird to follow, without too much worry on his face.

Lird sighed helplessly, and at the moment he had to bite the bullet and quickly follow.

The passage leading to the inner tent is very wide, in keeping with the overall decoration of the outer tent, except that on the rain walls on either side are some paintings of a style different from the artistic style known to Lird, and even the dyes of his paintings cannot be distinguished.

However, the patterns on the paintings allow Lird to see some meaning, and it is supposed to be a narrative that records some historical event. Lird was intrigued by this, wondering if there was any record of the destruction of Atlantis on these avatars, but the woman in white was moving too fast, and Lird was walking slowly to keep up with it, so that she had no time to observe the contents of the avatars in detail.

In the middle of the round, the woman in white had walked to the door of an inner tent, and then stopped, and before Lird could react, the woman in white made a gesture of invitation inside, and then said, "Please come in." ”

Liard's eyes widened and he mumbled, as if asking.

But the woman in white was indifferent, as if she had turned into a piece of wood in an instant, to which Lird could only sigh, and then opened the curtain of the inner tent and walked in.

The tent used in this sacrificial room was smaller than Lilde had imagined, and it was more rustic and simple than the ornate scene outside, with no fine ornaments or decorative paintings, more practical objects.

The first thing Lird saw was a large number of books, and although the crooked words on them Lird could not read, it was obviously some kind of documentary material, not the leisure he usually read.

This scene made Lird's heart relax a lot, at least here he felt some mortal breath, according to Lird's previous thoughts, the so-called sacrificial room must be filled with a large number of tortoise shells and crystal balls used for divination, at least there must be a complete human skeleton, but the scene in front of him made Lird feel like a girl's boudoir.

Could it be that the sacrifice of Atlantis was a woman?

The idea popped into Lird's mind, and neither he nor Jim ever talked about the sacrifice with his father or Jim, but only once did Jim seem to have said that the priest was about the same age as himself, and he was surprised at the time, but now it seems that things may have been more unexpected than him.

Immediately, Reliard's eyes roamed the tent and began to look for the figure of the priest.

But after several rounds of going back and forth, Lird did not see a single person. Lird was greatly puzzled by this, he wondered why the woman in white had brought herself here and could not see the figure of the priest, could it be that he had forgotten himself or had released his own pigeons.

In the midst of Lird's thoughts, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and this thought struck Lird like lightning, causing a fine cold sweat to ooze from his back in an instant.

Swallowing a mouthful of foam, Lird's gaze stiffened in one direction.

But on the table not far from him, there was a chess board, and the black and white pieces on the chessboard had been really set up in unison, as if waiting for a person to make a move first.