Matthew was stared at and his face was a little stiff, and his heart was really a little empty.

Knowing that he was in the wrong, he hurriedly took Catherine in his arms to say goodbye to the old Duke family and walked towards Snape Manor.

Although I have warmed up with my wife this afternoon.

But it's rare for me to take a vacation, so I have to cherish my time, and I can't wronged my wife.

Thinking of his wife's style, Matthew's heart was hot, and he hated to go faster.

And Catherine followed her husband's anxious steps, looking at her husband, who was usually steady and generous, and suddenly became quite childish, and secretly felt funny.

She touched her lower abdomen, hoping that Gaia, the mother goddess of the earth, would feel her piety, and that today would be a good day for her wishes to come true.

In front of the altar, looking at the crowd that was gradually leaving, the old priest turned around and told the little priest some precautions.

Next to him, Duke's sons Ram and Eric, have been waiting for a long time.

And their sons, daughters-in-law, daughters-in-law, sons-in-law, and all the other people gathered around them and thanked the old priest.

The youngest son, Eric, pulled a woman holding a baby next to him to the front and told the old priest that his wife had just given birth to a big fat boy for him last month, and hoped to get the blessing of the old priest himself.

Usually a family like them that is barely aristocratic is rare, but it is rare to have the opportunity to meet the old priest.

"Respect Gaia, Mother Earth, your love is everywhere, your kindness we will never forget, please grant us a peaceful and happy life, and spread the grace of your love......"

The old priest had nothing to do, and happily chanted and prayed for the little guy with a tiger head, this is a strong child.

He asked, "What's the name of this little man?"

"The child has just reached the full moon and has never taken an official name.

But now we're going to let him inherit his grandfather's name, Duke, Duke Vane Jr. The youngest son, Eric, replied.

"It's a good name, and he'll be a real warrior in the future, just like his grandfather. ”

The old priest playfully pinched the little guy who had just received his name, and then personally supervised the completion of the old Duke's burial ceremony and sent the family away.

Then he walked with tired steps back to the secondary hall in the depths of the temple, where all the priests rested and lived.

No one noticed that at this time, the old priest's wrinkled face was no longer that relaxed expression, but became a little gloomy.

The little priest asked him with concern if he was tired, and the old priest waved his hand and told him to go back and rest.

The little priest didn't doubt him, but he was glad that he had finally survived this hurdle, and even felt a trace of guilt for his previous panic and ignorance.

Will this be a bad record in his priesthood rank assessment, with all kinds of worries, and separate from the old priest.

In the largest room of the secondary hall.

Cohen Sr. picked up a glass of water on the table and drank it down.

It may have been drunk too quickly, and the transparent water droplets hung all over his gray beard, flashing in the light.

He did not rest immediately, but took off his priest's robe, folded it neatly, and placed it on the board at the end of the bed.

Then he sat down at his desk, with the not-so-bright light, and prepared to write a letter to the Bishop of Gokan City, reporting on what had happened here.

Although there was a direct call house in the temple, it was already late, and he didn't want to disturb the bishop's rest.

Second, today's events are quite sensitive, and I'm afraid one or two sentences are not clear.

Back a few decades ago, when he was still a student and studying at the Imperial Capital Temple.

By chance, he had come across a biography in a remote corner of the vast library that mentioned something similar.

At that time, he was full of curiosity and enthusiasm for everything unknown, and wanted to study it deeply.

But when he asked his teacher for advice, he was severely reprimanded, and he was even strictly forbidden to study privately.

At that time, he was young and vigorous, and he asked frequently for unknown reasons, but his teacher couldn't resist him, so he told him his secrets.

The origin and age of Gaia's life are too old to be known.

Disasters and wars have occurred frequently, causing countless precious historical documents to be damaged and lost.

What is certain, however, is that the appearance of the temple was not officially recorded on paper until after humanity had been multiplying for quite some time.

Countless years have passed, and as time has passed and deteriorated, ancient historical materials have been forgotten in a corner or stored in the hidden areas of the library, and these secrets are known only to the upper echelons of the temple and scholars like him, who have been immersed in theological studies all their lives, and passed down from generation to generation.

According to records, at the beginning of the establishment of the temple, there were many large and small gods and religions on the mainland, and the people's beliefs were not as unified and pious as they are now.

The Gaia Cult, the predecessor of the current Temple, was only one of the larger and more powerful of them.

In that chaotic and disorderly history, there were indeed many similar phenomena on the Soul Monument, where the people involved were called infidels, and their families and clans were admonished or severely punished by religious forces.

Even in certain disgraceful periods of history, the imprint on the soul tablet has become the basis for proving whether a person's faith is pious or not, and has also become a tool of judgment and a means of accumulating wealth for the people under the control of various religious groups.

But with the passage of time and numerous religious wars, large and small, the Cult of Gaia gradually grew and stood out.

Until modern times, it almost dominated the entire planet.

The Gaian Cult was also renamed the Temple, without any prefix, symbolizing the legitimacy and uniqueness of orthodoxy.

As a result, people's beliefs have become more and more entrenched, and similar phenomena have become less and less.

In the last few thousand years, it has become even rarer in mainstream countries.

The style of the Temple's rule adapted to the changing times, gradually changing to moderate and tolerant, uniting almost all the great powers around it.

Especially in a remote and orthodox inland area like Lok Ma Town, the name of the pagan has not been heard for a long time.

The temple once organized a large-scale clean-up, and destroyed all the previous soul tablets with secret methods, and only a few pieces were preserved for research, hidden in the forbidden area in the holy area.

This fact, for a religious and somewhat insane bachelor of theology, can be described as a shock and blow to the soul.

At that time, he retreated and did not have the courage to continue to get to the bottom of the matter, but now, decades later, this question is once again in front of him.

How to choose, the old priest put down the pen he picked up, picked it up again, and put it down again.

As the night wore on, the lights in the old priest's house gradually dimmed, and I don't know what he finally chose.

The days continued unhurriedly, and in the blink of an eye, two months passed like this.

Everything that happened at the altar that evening seemed to have been forgotten, and only a few people would talk secretly after dinner.

No one would have imagined how this seemingly accidental incident would have a profound impact on the childhood of an innocent teenager, and how it could inadvertently tie the futures of the two teenagers together.

It seems that everything is already doomed.

Life in remote towns and villages is very different from that of a bustling big city, and the pace is much slower.

The spring afternoon sun shone uncontrollably into the study, overflowing the mottled wood grain on the desk, and climbing up a whole row of tall bookshelves by the wall.

Catherine, who was sitting at the table and reading intently, put down the novel in her hand to pass the time, picked up the teacup, and took a warm sip.

The fragrance of the tea penetrated her heart and spleen, and she couldn't help but moan in comfort.

She stood up, looked out the window at the sparkling Luoma Lake, stretched lazily, and narrowed her big pretty eyes comfortably.

The tea is not a locally crude, sour-tasting bitter tea, but a large patch of bright yellow manroju specially cultivated in her small garden at home.

Every morning, she picks the most tender petals by herself, and after careful roasting, she makes only a small bouquet of flower tea.

The fragrance of tea is the fragrance of flowers, and the fragrance of flowers is the fragrance of tea.

She doesn't hate the local bitter tea, and even sometimes likes the rough taste. But at this time, she didn't dare to drink anymore, because she finally got her wish and became pregnant.

The flower tea made of manluo chrysanthemum is good for both mother and baby during pregnancy, such as relieving fatigue and stress, calming the liver and removing dryness, and also supplementing the trace elements needed for fetal growth.

Even the maroon teacup on the table, made of the clay on the Sanctuary, was specially commissioned by her father to be customized from the imperial capital.

Remembering her husband's timid eyes before leaving home, revealing the complicated emotions of surprise and worry in the eyes of the owner, Catherine burst out laughing.