Dolma stood in the manor, looked at the idol in front of him and sighed slightly. Since leaving home and entering that small world, day and night have gradually lost some of their functions. They can no longer be used to accurately measure time, black and white are nothing more than an alternation of colors.

For a while, the power of the guardian family suddenly decreased significantly. Without the protection of this power, he and his family also aged extremely quickly. In life, something seems to be losing more and more, and I am growing gray because of it. It's just that compared with his parents, he is more worried about his sister's safety, because this situation can only be a big problem with his sister.

But apart from worrying, there is nothing I can do.

There were so many things that could not be done about it, and his king, Adam, began to gradually alienate the people. No matter how loyal he was, he couldn't avoid the fate of exile. There have been many, too many exiles in that small world, some of whom have been placed by their own hands. I didn't want to fall into that situation, but I came anyway......

A deserted valley with no one became the final place of exile, and the former nobles lost their king. But they were still nobles, because the title of nobility did not come from the secular kingship, but from the gods. So the first thing I did when I came here was to erect a tall statue of the god.

Perhaps, this is the wisest decision. At the moment when he watched the idol rise, a dark and heavy canon appeared at the foot of the statue.

Flipping through the canon, a few sentences of doctrine flashed with obvious traces of coping, and then cut straight to the practical part - magic and magic. It was only after a cursory reading that I found that the two did not occupy much space, and there were more blank pages in the back. Just as I was pondering what this meant, a pen popped out of the book......

The cost of the statue is an extremely important thing, so there are many people who have seen this scene, and there are many people who are qualified to come closer. But when someone else took over the canon, they couldn't open it no matter what, not even their own parents.

In those years, my parents were really old, and they no longer had the ambitions they had back then. When no one is around, the one who mentions it the most is Zoya. The one who was once abandoned by them, who used to make them the proudest, was their daughter. They were really sluggish, completely unaware that the canon was not from Zoya. That kind of atmosphere, casualness, and unique magnificence, like the few ornaments that have always been treasured at home. And that's what really worries people.

Even though he hasn't seen him for many years, he still has a deep impression of Bran's character, how can he take care of his family in vain? Combined with his own aging performance, he can't help but worry about his sister's situation. After all, I can't let go of my sister, even though her face has become strange and she no longer remembers who she is. But there are some things that you just need to remember for yourself.

The appearance of this canon established itself as a new status, and the family, and even the entire church, were completely entrusted to themselves, and people began to call themselves the Great Sacrifice.

It's just that being ordered in danger really doesn't make people happy.

According to the script, magic and magic were soon taught. As expected, the magic could not be responded to in a timely and effective manner. On the contrary, the progress of magic is much smoother.

At that time, I thought that my sister had really had an accident......

In extreme depression, he simply broke the jar and broke it, gathered all the people who had fallen here, and carried out a collective promotion. Even the lowest-ranking big-headed soldiers have the title of knight. This may be the only thing I can compensate them for, so that they can have a faith and enjoy a peace after death.

In fact, it is no longer a luxury to hope to enter the kingdom of God after death. If something goes wrong with his sister, how can there be a kingdom of God waiting for him? Just for his sister's sake, Bran will never let go, at least give a peace.

As it is now, since the statue was erected, many things have suddenly become smoother, and no matter what kind of storm comes here, it will become unusually peaceful.

In the early days, nobles and knights could only rely on their own hands in this valley. Everyone eats the same pot of food and supports each other to rebuild their own homes. No one expected that this gentle and drizzly land would attract many displaced people.

Looking out from this valley, it is difficult to detect the anomaly. But when you look at it from the outside, it's very different. Especially when the surrounding area is overcast, the sunlight will break through the thick clouds and cast a golden glow here.

Once or twice a while, you can only marvel at the wonders of nature. However, the frequent occurrence of such visions is suspicious. Some unpredictable local sacrifices quietly touched them, and when they saw the statues of the gods standing on the high hill, as well as their own people, they immediately showed smiling faces.

To be honest, I don't bother to deal with these people, and this mentality also represents the majority here. For those who have come out of their hometown, from the beautiful place of the gods, there is only a natural sense of superiority in the face of all kinds of natives, but these people wear sacrificial robes after all.

At the border, he responded coldly and indifferently, and refused the entry of these people on the grounds of construction. Unexpectedly, they lingered like annoying flies, and they came back a few days after leaving.

Alas-

Although they were just a bunch of lowly exiles, in the eyes of the natives it was a different story.

When the word "powerful" fell into my ears, I couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness. If they are really powerful, how can they be abandoned here? What a bunch of ignorant and ignorant guys who have no knowledge of power.

With that person here, who dares to say that they are powerful?

In his hands are dragons flying above the nine heavens, monsters lurking in the abyss, and many extraordinary wizards who have awakened the memories of their past lives. Even his sister is just a little follower by his side. What are these people in comparison? Read a book

Really, I didn't bother to explain it to these natives.

......

It didn't take long for someone worthy of speaking for himself to appear, and it was a demon, a great sacrifice of a newborn god. When he saw the idol of Zoya, his face immediately became solemn, and he respectfully came to the idol and bowed.

Later, he explained that he had been to the city of Wings, the place where the gods lived, where the first gods were enshrined. The girl in the dark night stood not far from the statue of the god of the night.

As a priest, of course, he knew the name of the god of nobility, but in that city, people mentioned only one god name - the maiden in the night.

This remark immediately aroused my interest and I wanted to talk about it in depth.

"What other secrets do you know about her, about the gods of nobility?"

The answer I received was very disappointing: "I'm sorry, that's all I know." It's not that you want to deceive, but you really don't know. In fact, the sacrifice has a very secret circle, and the real secrets are only passed down there. ”

"What circle?"

"There is a group of people who are called the first sacrifices, and the representative of them is the bishop Nicole. We, though we are also sacrifices, have never touched the true core.

If you have tried to fit in, you will understand that we must strive not only to gain the favor of the gods, but also to gain the approval of others. Not for anything else, just to have an opportunity to learn from them, because they have an extremely important knowledge that is on the verge of taboo. ”

"What?"

—Theology. ”

"Theology?"

"Yes, theology.

I mean not to be offended. From the perspective of sacrifice, even if you have put on the robe of the great sacrifice, you still have not yet entered. When you pray sincerely in front of the idol, do you really know what you're doing?

Ever wondered who it is and what it looks like in the eyes of others?

A thousand people have a thousand answers, and one wonders – are we really worshipping the same deity? So, we need an answer.

Actually, that's the purpose of my trip.

As much as I want to know why the gods are so kind to this place and to you, I want to know more than that. Those of us who have come out of our hometown will inquire about the essence and the deeper meaning. Only in this way will we be closer to the gods. ”

The remark made him pause, so he decided to return it with honesty: "We didn't gain favor, it was all out of the mercy of the gods." ”

"Mercy ......"

The visitor pondered for a moment, and then suddenly showed a sudden realization: "Yes, mercy! We are too extravagant to ask for God's favor and favor, but we ignore God's mercy."

Our clumsiness and failure also attract God's attention.

Thank you for letting me know the importance of compassion. ”

......

People come and go, with gratitude and joy. That's the same thing, it's also my own mood. He was never a qualified priest, and no one taught him in this regard, and he benefited a lot from his appearance.