The door of the temple slowly closed, and before closing, Wren heard someone outside shouting, "Be careful, pull out the blade first, and then heal him." ”

He looked at Viola beside him and smiled slightly.

Viola was still immersed in the poem, staring at Wren with lake-blue eyes, and said softly: "I didn't know before, it turns out that you can also write poetry." ”

"Uh......" Wren touched his chin a little unnaturally, "I was inspired suddenly, so I wrote it." ”

"Really?"

Viola was skeptical, and now that he thought back that Wren had just insisted on writing poetry with Yattzby, he was obviously very sure, and it didn't look like he had come to inspiration.

and the song "Viola by the Lake", which was also created on a flash of inspiration.

It's all too often!

Wren's various magical performances are very different from his three years in the academy, like two completely different people.

Could it be that the perfect soul transformation opened Wren's brain?

Viola shook her head slightly, not wanting to delve into this matter, and suddenly said: "I like this poem very much, but there is something wrong. ”

"What's wrong?" Wren asked.

"I'm a half-elf, just like a pure elf, I won't look old even in the late stages of my life, I'll always keep my youthful appearance, and I will only age suddenly before I die, almost a few hours, and I won't have time to sit by the fire and remember my love with you. Viola said sad things, but her face was happy.

Wren was stunned, he really didn't know this.

He just copied poems, where would he think so much?

Viola smiled, like a hundred flowers blooming, and said: "No matter what, I like your poems, they are so well written, since you are so talented, you will often write me poems in the future." ”

Wren's old face was slightly red, but when he thought of the complete collection of poems on his phone, he felt a little confident in his heart, patted his chest and promised: "No problem, as long as you like it." ”

He quickly changed the subject and asked, "What is the origin of Yatetz, and which family?"

"The son of the Sandimon family, his father is a viscount, a famous painter in the empire, who runs a number of galleries in Lonzende and several big cities, does art auctions, has a lot of wealth, and has some connections, but you don't have to worry, I will teach Viscount Sandimon a lesson, let Yates stay away from you. ”

A cold glint flashed in Viola's eyes, what Yatetz did today, she didn't want to let go so easily.

When the ceremony is over, she will come to the door to settle the account herself.

"I'm worried about that megalomaniac?" Wren smiled nonchalantly, wishing that Yatetz would come to his own trouble in the future, take the opportunity to kill him, and harvest his soul.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

This Yatetz has obviously pursued Viola for many years, and hostility to himself aside, Yatetz is not bad in all aspects, he is handsome, powerful, he is still an artist, and he is also a priest of the long-haired lady, which is very suitable for Viola's ceremony, why didn't he choose him before?

"I know what you're thinking. ”

Viola patted Wren with some dissatisfaction, "Even without you, I wouldn't have chosen him." ”

"Why?" Wren asked curiously.

"This man is too possessive, and his love for me is too fanatical, and he wants to treat me as a vassal to prove his own charms, rather than a true lover. Viola calmly explained: "If I were with him, it would never end well. ”

"You have a very accurate eye for people. Wren was amazed by Viola's wisdom.

In fact, he also saw it, but with the help of the soul eye, he could see through Yatetz's sick psychology, but Viola observed it by himself.

"If I can't see people, how can I choose you?"

Viola smiled smartly, her face was slightly red, and she said softly, "Don't talk about him, let's prepare for the ceremony." ”

"Good. ”

Wren looked at the scene in the temple, and his eyes were open, like a spacious hall, with two rows of circular stone pillars standing on both sides, supporting the dome, and dozens of bright crystal lamps hanging from it, emitting soft light, giving people a very romantic feeling.

The grounds are dotted with flowers and stone paths, like a small garden, and hundreds of flowers bloom and exude a charming fragrance.

At the end of the temple, there is a tall statue of a lady with long hair.

His face was extremely beautiful, with a dignified posture, draped in a light gauze robe, his hands held in front of his chest, and the most striking thing was his long hair, which hung down to the knees, shining with a faint white light.

This statue is obviously the work of a master sculptor, and it is lifelike, both physical and spiritual.

At the foot of the idol is an altar.

To Wren's surprise, the altar was built in the shape of a pool, which was not large, and the water in the pool was so clear that you could see the bottom at a glance, only half a person deep.

The edge of the altar pool was covered with runes, and magical energy surged through it, steaming and shimmering at the bottom of the pool, making people feel comfortable.

An irreverent thought flashed through Wren's mind, how could this altar look like a hot spring bath?

Viola took Wren's hand and walked up to the altar.

Her face was already flushed, and she whispered, "For the prayer ceremony of the long-haired lady, it is best to stand in the pool or bath, which means cleansing. ”

Wren tested the temperature of the water, and thought it was just right, thinking that this was really a bath......

He looked at Viola and smiled and asked, "What should I do?"

"You just go into the pool and watch me pray. Viola instructed Wren to go into the pool, he removed his shirt, revealing a strong muscle, soaking in the water felt a burst of relief, and his mood unconsciously relaxed, remembering the experience of bathing in the hot springs in his previous life.

Viola took out the gramophone and placed it on the stone platform on the side of the altar, cranking the handle to pluck the stylus.

Suddenly, a burst of melodious music sounded in the temple.

Viola turned around, turned her back to Wren and changed into a light gauze dress, exactly like the one on the idol, with a delicate design, and the clothes fluttered as she walked, looming, with a very sultry hazy beauty.

Wren's eyes straightened.

Viola then dances in front of the altar as part of the prayer ceremony.

The dance is beautiful, with breathtaking magical fluctuations, and is even more pleasing to the eye with the accompaniment of music, which is a feast for Wren's eyes.

Wren noticed that from the moment Viola began to dance, her flame of faith grew rapidly, as if adding fuel to the fire, becoming more and more intense, and the illusory thread formed by the fire of faith sank into the void, causing the idol to resonate with a heart-stopping aura, as if a great being was about to come.

At the end of the dance, Viola's flame of faith was still vibrating.

Step by step, she stepped into the pool, stood in the water, clasped her hands to her chest, bowed her head slightly, and began the formal prayer with the honorific name of the long-haired lady in her lips.

Viola chanted in a low voice, blending with the sound of the gramophone's music, but without the slightest confusion.

Wren could hear it very clearly, and she was not only reciting the prayer, but also reporting the information about the gramophone and adding it to the prayer.

After three consecutive times, the gramophone record was finished repeatedly.

Viola played the music again, turned around, and stood in the water to look deeply into Wren's eyes, with only a little shyness on her beautiful face, and her pointed ears trembled slightly, without the slightest timidity.

The prayer ritual has reached the most important step.

Wren's heart raced, and he knew it was time for him to play.

The surface of the warm pool water rippled softly, rippling outward in circles and circles, and a few wisps of red spread out under the water, and were diluted in an instant.

At this moment, the hearts of the two are so close that there is no gap.

The phonograph record, so far, only burns a song "Viola in the Lake", which takes more than three minutes to play once, and plays it three times after the record is turned, which is about ten minutes.

The handle was shaken twice, and the stylus was dialed back twice.

Wren gradually improved, and when he shook the handle for the third time, halfway through, he suddenly noticed a terrifying aura appear on the idol by the altar, and the idol's eyes shone brightly, looking down at the two people in the pool.

The gods have come!

Wren was overjoyed, the arrival of the gods meant that the ritual was half the battle, and as long as he continued to please him, Viola would be able to receive the Blessing Divine Technique.

However, the terrible coercion made Wren's heart tremble.

He didn't dare to look at the idol with the eyes of his soul, he felt like a man on his back, and he was a little powerless.

"Don't stop. Viola reminded with difficulty, her voice trembling, as if she was also intimidated by the power of the gods.

Wren could only bite the bullet and continue.

After a few seconds, the gaze that fell on him moved away, as if attracted by the gramophone, and a white phantom shrouded the gramophone, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

In the temple, only the music of the gramophone reverberates.

The beautiful melody is repeated over and over again.

After shaking the handle again, Wren had become accustomed to this kind of gaze, and could only pretend not to know about his existence, and concentrate on making contact with Viola at a negative distance.

He wasn't a believer in the long-haired lady, so he couldn't communicate directly with the gods, so he didn't know what the situation was.

However, judging by Viola's reaction, there should be no mistakes.

There's no problem getting Divine Spells.

During the immersion, Wren suddenly noticed that Viola in his arms was a little strange, her hair became longer and longer, hanging down below the waist, and the color of her hair gradually changed from gold to fiery red, her beautiful face was still the same, her eyes were blurred, but her blue eyes turned into dark gold in the blink of an eye!

When these dark golden eyes looked at him, Wren felt very strange and somewhat familiar.

At the same time, the terrifying aura on the idol disappeared.

Wren suddenly realized what had happened, and shouted in his heart: "it! it......

The steel body was subconsciously stimulated, and the whole body was as hard as iron, so he was not scared to make a fool of himself on the spot. Physically, he was fine, but mentally he couldn't get over it, and he paused there, not knowing whether to continue or quit.

At this moment, Viola let out an unfamiliar voice: "Don't stop. ”

(End of chapter)