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Mo Shi had been to the prayer hall many times, and he had become accustomed to the perennial cold here, and this was a place for people to discipline themselves and think, to reverently lie on the marble tiles and kiss the shadows of the gods. In the same way, he had come to terms with the fact that there was once a corpse here.

Moshi sat down on the bench.

Ember hesitated for a moment, then sat down slowly.

"In the early years," Ember began, "the prayer hall used to be run by an old priest who came here every day to chant and hear confessions. After the death of the old priest, a replacement could not be found, so the priests of the temple in the city were invited to worship at the castle every week. ”

The system of worship, the clergy, confession—Moshi wrote down these key words.

"But because Pamu Crow is here...... It seems that it will not be possible to hold services for the next few weeks. Ember looked at the stone sculpture "empty wheel" on the altar and said softly.

The so-called "empty wheel" refers to a variant of the cross-shaped sculpture placed in the center. A slender cross, with a round inlay at the intersection, like a spear piercing a round hole. And beneath it was lavishly piled with sumptuous offerings, silver candlesticks, cutlery, flasks, and statues......

This cross symbolizes the Lord of the Empty Wheel.

The God on the empty wheel, on the other hand, is similar to Jesus and Allah in that he has no specific image of the Lord God (or may be the only God, which is not well known to Moshi).

"Do you have something you want to confess?" asked Mo Shi.

Ember was silent for a moment, and then said, "The snowwalkers are a race that bears sin and has been relegated to the permafrost north, and whoever they are, they are born to atone for their sins. ”

The Theory of Original Sin.

"What if you don't atone for your sins?"

Ember glanced at him, "Don't you even remember this? If there is no atonement for sins and forgiveness from God, the soul will hover forever in the wind and snow after death. ”

"That is, struggling in the frozen ground when you are alive and continuing to suffer from the harsh winter after you die?" Mo Shi couldn't help but think, "What if you commit a serious sin in your lifetime? ”

"The Nine Hells, a place a hundred times colder than the human world. One layer is more terrifying than the other. ”

"But warriors kill enemies, revenge leads to killings, and will these people also go to hell?"

"If the fight is righteous, of course it will be forgiven. ”

Mo Shi turned his head sideways to look at Ember Waping, at the thin and pale young man.

The young man put his hands together on his lower lip, and his eyes were moist and red as he looked at the empty wheel.

If there really is a god in this world who presides over balance and discerns between good and evil—

"Is the one who killed Pamu Crow guilty?" Mo Shi muttered softly, "Which is deeper, the sin of Pamu Crow or the sin of the person who killed him?"

Ember Waping did not speak.

Mo Shi followed his gaze and gazed at the altar with him.

But his attention was never as sacred as the believer's, and he observed the altar more from an aesthetic and sociological point of view.

Mo Shi suddenly noticed something, and his gaze focused on the silverware that was placed on the outermost periphery.

- In the middle is an upright silver platter, and on either side are four silver pots, two on each side.

The silver kettle is delicately carved with a single handle, pointed mouth, and is not symmetrical when placed horizontally, so it is divided into left and right.

"Is there a rule on the order in which the decorations on the altar should be placed?" asked Mo Shi.

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After dinner, Mo Shi went to visit Novin Fei of the Autumn Crow's house.

The sky was not yet completely black, but a foggy, gloomy gray.

When asked about the results, Moser replied: "There are gains, but the answer is still not clear. I believe I can deliver a trustworthy answer within 10 days. ”

"Do you encounter any obstacles, Mr. Moshi?"

The older Heyal leaves the desk stacked with rolls of paper.

He invited Moshi to sit down at the table with him. The servants brought root tea with a sweet and bitter taste.

Mo Shi smiled bitterly, but showed understatement: "My face is not good? Maybe it's because I'm too tired." That's why I wanted to talk to you. ”

"What are you talking about?" Nowen Fei lifted her eyes that were entwined with fine lines, as the family name had inherited, emerald green eyes.

"You may not know about me," Moshi said frankly, taking off his hood and folding his hands on the table, revealing his hands, ears, and hairless neck, "I've been here for less than a month. Also, I don't really know much about the surrounding area. ”

"But you've got a good position here – that you have the talent. Norwen Fei said politely.

"What kind of place is Bluestone Castle?" asked Mo Shi.

The emerald green eyes are calm and shrewd.

"It was a fortress nestled in a valley and a city, built by the third generation of the Autumn Crow family, made of blue stone. "It's a little warmer than here." ”

"Sounds good. ”

"The territory of the autumn crow is probably more collective than the firebird," says Norwin, "and the people live together and are closely bonded." The Marquis also often traveled. We have several lush hunting grounds and we get a 'good harvest' every year. ”

"Have the autumn crows and the firesparrows been friends for generations?"

Hearing him ask, Norwen Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, adjusted his sitting posture, and looked much more formal and serious: "To be precise, it's not. But now, at least, the two families have been married and allies for generations, and there is no unnegotiable friction or discord between them. ”

Ambiguous claims, but they don't seem to be false.

Mo Shi smiled knowingly, and then said, "Your Excellency, if I go to the Marquis's castle to apply for a job, what position do you think I might be able to take?"

Norwen Fei also smiled, teasingly, "I think you can teach magic there, Mr. Moshi." ”

"Bluestone Castle is also willing to hire teachers, that's really a good thing. Which young masters and young ladies may I have the privilege of teaching there?"

"Poor Lord Pamu...... Although his death is undoubtedly sad, the Autumn Crow family has not lost hope. The Marquis also had two sons and three daughters, all of whom were young and in need of instruction. "If you really become their magic teacher, you'll be treated with courtesy." But—"

"But?"

"Whether or not the Marquis appreciates your magical skills and wisdom depends on your abilities. ”

This made Mo Shi interested, and he sincerely asked, "What kind of magician does Lord Marquis like?"

"Of course, it helps with force. ”

Contribute to the ...... of force

Mo Shi remembered the "reinforcement magic" and "enhancement magic" that Ember Waping had mentioned.

He seemed to have a little bit of an eyebrow in his heart.

Perhaps these magic techniques refer to the enhanced magic of weapons and flesh.

Unfortunately, Mostone has not been able to unlock any related spells yet. Although he didn't know how many things he had been sealed, it was clear that if he was in his heyday, these spells were all small insect carving techniques.

In order to confirm his thoughts, Mo Shi tactfully confirmed: "If you use ice or fire to carry out unexpected attacks with foreign objects, it may also help the warriors to attack." Is there such a sorcerer on the Marquis's side?"

Norwen Fei listened to him say this, and his expression was a little more serious.

He crossed his fingers and thought for a moment: "No." There are very few such magicians. You're proficient in such rare magic?"

Mo Shi replied equally ambiguously: "I am not skilled. ”