"No way," said the bearded man, turning regretfully to the men, "he is no longer breathing." ”

Two committee members by the carriage took off their hats and saw off the poor deceased.

There was still a day or so away from the Holy Capital, and their hearts had already drifted to that prosperous place in advance, who expected to encounter a corpse that had just died on the last part of the road.

I was supposed to have a pleasant picnic in this meadow, but apparently no one is in the mood for that now.

The bearded man wasted a lot of water, washed his hands several times, and wiped them carefully.

This meticulousness was second only to the degree of his usual grooming of that beautiful beard, so that Dorjee couldn't help but look at him a few times.

"It's Queena snake venom." Lan Shuying looked at the corpse and said softly.

It can be seen from the superficial symptoms of the corpse, and the more precise result is what the ghost pupil told her.

The bearded man was a little surprised that she was so sharp, spread his hands, and said, "That's right, this area happens to be the favorite area of these little guys, and we post warning announcements every year, but there are always careless people who ignore it." ”

"Hmm." Lan Shuying nodded, and suddenly asked him, "How many people die from snake venom every year?" ”

All she knew was that in Agatha's hometown, about 10 people were bitten by poisonous snakes every month in those five villages, and the mortality rate of those who were not rescued in time was almost 100 percent, and at least two people died from snake venom every month. Agatha's memory was that there were imperial officials who counted the population every year, so this part of the data should be archived.

"It's hard to say, I mean...... There is a special person in charge of statistics, and there is a file in the temple, and Miss Agatha can apply if she is interested. A committee member interjected.

Lan Shuying asked casually: "What years are included in the dossier?" ”

"Every year." The bearded man said.

"And when will it be delivered this year?"

The bearded man thought for a moment and said with a little hesitation: "August...... By September at the latest, it will depend on their progress. He really didn't know much, because the committee didn't have a relationship with these two parties, and most of the time, they only dealt with candidates for the incarnation of the goddess.

And within the council, there were different positions: those who were keen on power were biased towards kings and nobles, and those who were faithful were inclined towards the high priest, who was supposed to belong to the centrists...... Or maybe it's opportunistic.

The bearded gaze unconsciously fell on the girl again.

Another committee member sneered, "I remember it was delivered in June at the beginning, these bastards who have betrayed their faith, they will regret it one day." ”

After the fanatic's swearing ended, the topic ended.

Several people ate dry bread in silence and continued on their way.

Even Dorjee, who had always been curious, lowered his head and pretended not to hear the conversation, and the clever boy had already discovered the clue: it was the imperial officials who were in charge of counting the population, and their delay in sending the dossier could already be regarded as disrespectful to the temple, even provocative.

If the contradiction between the village chief and the temple is still hidden, then now, Dorjee has smelled the thick smell of gunpowder from the core of the holy capital.

The bearded man focused on Lan Shuying's expression, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

The six-year-old girl seemed to be guided by someone, and her expression control was so good that he didn't know what she was thinking. The bearded man suddenly became relieved, expectant, excited, and confident - such a candidate should be the best one, she will not lose to others.

The carriage clattered on.

What awaits her ahead may be kindness, or flattery, or ...... It's a hidden murder machine.

It is a white building standing in the center of the Holy Capital, tall and majestic, with the weight of history and the solemnity of faith.

The girl in red's face was a little immature, but her eyes were inevitably stained with vicissitudes.

Her hands were pressed against the white jade railing, and there was a sneering smile on her lips, "You are not much better than me, after the abdication I am still the most honorable lady, and you ...... Hehe. ”

The target was a mature woman, about thirty years old, her face was stiff, and the large red eyeshadow almost robbed her of the light in her eyes, and under this exaggerated makeup, there seemed to be a cold and lonely soul.

It was also a gorgeous and intricate red dress, but the woman wore many collars of different shapes around her neck, the most striking of which was a large amber underneath, which seemed to be sealed with a snake-shaped object.

The woman sat in a large shrine with the flame scepter, a symbol of divine power, standing straight on her right hand.

“…… It's time for you to leave. She closed her eyes slightly, and her voice was calm and tired, as if she didn't even want to say these words if it weren't for the girl in red chattering here.

……

"That's it, Miss Agatha, if there's something she doesn't understand, I'll say it again."

The bearded man said sincerely.

Lan Shuying waved her hand, she understood.

"We stayed at the Varda temple and had a week of free time. A week later, they assemble in the city center and enter the temple to be examined, and those who pass successfully begin a three-month study before becoming a new incarnation. Am I right? She asked.

The bearded man was relieved and regretted that he had said it too complicated.

What does the undercurrent between the temple and the royal family, and the contradictions between the old and new incarnations of the goddesses, have to do with Agatha? She just needs to follow the schedule all the way, step on the other candidates, and step on the throne.

That's enough, isn't it?

He was excited again.

It wasn't until Lan Shuying kindly reminded him that it was time for him to go back and write the report, that the bearded man reluctantly left, but he left behind an assistant who would be her best guide if she wanted to take a good tour of the Holy Capital.

"Agatha......" Dorjee managed to avoid the assistant with sharp eagle eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Our training ......"

"It's business as usual."

Lan Shuying smiled calmly.

Finally, I stopped staying with the members of the committee.

During this time, she monopolized a carriage, and she could quietly practice internal skills every day, but Duoji was miserable, whether it was internal skills or light skills that had just started, he had no chance to practice.

Now it's finally back to normal.

Dorjee's mouth was almost grinning to the root of his ears, and he walked into his small narrow room under the eyes of the assistant who cared for the mentally retarded.

"And ......," Lan Shuying told behind him, "Tomorrow we will go to the wilderness, I want to see what species are available here." ”

The assistant has a question mark in both eyes.

Only Dorjee, who had survived in the wild with her, understood that she meant that the snake catching plan was about to be reactivated. Thinking of the bottles of venom in the room, as well as the slippery touch left by the snakes in the palms of his hands, Dorjee's smile shrank silently.

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