Written at the request of Lord Aquarius

Kerry Ben and Xiaoyi's daily affairs

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The gods are resurrected, their temples and sanctuaries are once again standing in the midst of human cities and wildernesses, priests in pink, brown, white, or other robes are like fish weaving through corals, and while in some remote places there are still terrible tales of the fall of the gods and the alienation of priests, but, well, you know, people are always rushing to what is good for them. Fortunately, rituals to worship gods in humans or other intelligent beings are no longer so common, or rather rather rare except for the reverents of the Wuthering Plains and the Bottomless Abyss, which are occupied by orcs.

This is the former Grenada, after the cataclysm, the country of the Red Dragon has long been gone, although the human race has spread quickly, but there are few places to work here except for sand and rocks, so there are only a few scattered villages so far, and the distance is also very far, and some people want to use the huge port- It is said that a powerful warlock once built a whole city in that harbor that could float on the sea, and of course, everyone who heard of it scoffed, how could it be, the largest ship was only a thousand feet long, and that was already the result of the cooperation between the gnomes and the dwarves.

Eventually, though, the man retracted the idea.

"Why?" asked the Ranger.

A nimble-eyed crew member (and possibly a thief) glanced at the table, and the ranger's companion immediately placed a silver coin, and the crew licked their lips and looked at him vaguely— He was not wearing the robes that mages were accustomed to, there were no scroll belts or material bags on his belt, boots were on his feet instead of flat shoes, and there were no jewelry with emblems on his chest and fingers, which meant that the probability that this person was a spellcaster was very low, and he looked very young, his clothes were quite elaborate, and he wore a short sword and dagger, presumably the children of nobles who traveled with the Elven Ranger - this has been the case for nearly a hundred years.

"Because it's not been ...... there lately Be quiet. The crew said, picking up the silver coin, hesitating whether to continue hanging the appetite of the two strangers, but when he saw the elf's slender fingers caressing the dagger seemingly unintentionally, his head, which was confused by inferior ouzo, suddenly sobered up: "I heard that someone held a living sacrifice ceremony there, I don't know if it was the god, but he is said to be extremely powerful and evil." ”

The ranger's expression immediately became cautious: "Are you sure?"

"Not sure," said the crew honestly, "you see, my lord, I am just a poor little sailor, how can I be sure of such a thing, I am afraid that I will not escape far enough—someone has gone to investigate, but they have not returned, and they are ......" He hesitated for a moment: "Several of my friends said that all the ships that came near that port during this time had also disappeared inexplicably, and that they ...... the villages."

"They're gone, too?" interjected the ranger's companion.

"No," the crew swallowed, "they're all right...... It's just all of a sudden, it's getting bigger, you know, there's almost no caravans there willing to go, but there's always people coming, and they need salt, cloth, and wine, anyway, but lately, they've ...... I bought sugar from the Dragonfire Islands, and it was bought in boxes and boxes, and it was about to be sold out, and there were spirits, silk, wool, bronze and silver, and gold and jewels, and the gods were above, and you say, where did you get so much tinkling money from that place where nothing but shriveled wheat was produced?"

The Ranger and his companion glanced at each other, the Ranger raised his glass, and this was a subtle send-off, and the crew playfully grabbed a few silver coins thrown by the Ranger companion and slipped away.

"What shall we do next?" asked the fellow Ranger with interest, and the elf looked at him happily, knowing that he already had an idea, "I would like to hear about it." ”

"They need sugar," the ranger's companion shrugged, "and it just so happens that I have sugar." ”

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Aro had little to do with the caravan's request to return to the village with him, in fact, several caravans were already on the move, looking for an opportunity to find out what was going on with them.

The people of the village had already prepared at the suggestion of the lord, but—the caravan was unsatisfactoryly small in number, and there were only a dozen minions, but fortunately there was an elven ranger who was traveling among them, and his eyes flickered, and he grinned, "Please, please, honorable lord." ”

The village of Arrow is located on a hill facing the harbor, although it is not very high, but from here, you can overlook the whole harbor, and it is night, the sea is sparkling, and the night sky is high in the stars, reflecting each other. Comparable to the light in the village, the ranger exchanged glances with his companions, you know, in this world, whether it is the use of torches or candles, the light at night is a luxury, even in the prosperous and noisy Bi Prie Fort, at night, in addition to taverns and inns, only the moonlight and starlight give people comfort. And such a small village is as bright as if it were on fire, which is unusual.

Inside the village, the feeling of strangeness is even stronger, the food is delicious, the bed linens are soft, the rooms are clean – yes, clean rooms also require money and time to maintain, and the people here live only on wheat and scarce catches, but there is little smell of dirt and fish.

They were also well treated, the elven ranger and his companion were assigned to a room, as soon as the door was closed, the elven companion raised his hand and made a gesture, and the eyes of a small sculpture on the door (a dragon with wings spread) lit up and dimmed: "Not bad...... he thought for a moment and said, "For the current mage." ”

"Warlock, or mage?" Ranger asked, "Or is it a priest?"

"Like a warlock, but ......" the ranger's companion frowned, but also like a priest, "but it's okay, we'll find out soon." ”

"They seemed to welcome us. ”

"I guess I need a sacrifice. The Ranger's companion walked around the room, pointing out to the Ranger some of the arrangements in the room, and if it were just an unwary mortal living here, it would probably be no different than an animal that had fallen into a trap. "Maybe it's a matter of numbers, or sparing your own relatives from being killed, or you," the ranger's companion winked mischievously at him, "Elves have always been great candidates for sacrifice—the Bard, and the above." ”

Ranger sighed.

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"I thought I would be able to sleep comfortably. Ranger said.

His companions agreed, and who knew that these men would have done so in the middle of the night, and they had been lifted from their beds not so pleasantly, and had been placed on the altar after being confined with both spells and potions—and so on!

Although the position was not good, it was convenient for observing these people, and the ranger's companions glanced generously at the people who came and went, among them, the caster, and some of the obviously venerable ones, all wearing red robes, and wearing what appeared to be a holy emblem around their necks, the red dragon, the shape and color of which reminded him of some less pleasant memories, and besides, these people were all male, and believed in the ...... Do you want to advocate equality between men and women in this plane and conceive and have children as soon as possible?

In addition to these people, there were quite a few people from the village, and at the front of their queue, there were about a dozen clothed ...... Not dressed up at all, to be precise, for they were scarcely young men and women, with delicate or dignified faces—red dragons depicted on their naked skin, which almost certainly confirmed their sacrificial status.

Just as the ranger's companions were guessing whether they were from the village or somewhere else, a young man suddenly burst out of the ranks of the villagers, brandished a torch, forced the people in the sacrificial procession back, and grabbed a young girl by the arm, "Follow me, follow me!" and he shouted, "Julie, follow me!"

The faces of the villagers, and the casters, immediately turned ugly, and one of the warlocks raised his hand to cast a spell, but before he could chant the incantation, the reckless fool had already fallen, clutching his knees, the torch falling to the ground, and his hand pressed against the awkward position between his legs—it was evident that he had just been beaten by all the men who did not want to be beaten, and for the sake of his lover, Julie, who was a sacrifice.

"But I do," cried the girl named Julie, "I will! I will! I will!" she cried out three times, her eyes shining in the light of the torches, "this is the glory God has given me!"

By this time, she said, the boy had been pulled down, and after a moment of stagnation, the line moved on.

Once again, the casters carefully examined the offerings, from their numbers to their ages, from their appearance to their state of mind, and then two warlocks, dressed extraordinarily richly (robes embroidered with red dragons and skeletons), began to chant incantations aloud and waved their arms—swirls appeared on the surface of the sea, from the mouth of the cup to the size of the ship's sinking, and the mortals murmured prayers, and the names that kept being mentioned made the ranger's companions feel ominously familiar— As they stirred, a gray head appeared on the surface of the sea, an earth elemental creature with a massive body supporting a statue.

It was supposed to be the god they worshipped, but the Ranger and his companions couldn't tell which god it was, it was too ugly - the starlight was so bright today that it hurt the eyes— It was almost impossible to tell whether it was sitting or standing, the spider's arms stretched out from its back in eight forks, almost touching the ground, the end of the arms was more claws than hands, there were no shoes on the feet, the face was large enough to shelter a village from the rain, the nose was abruptly high and towering, like a bird's beak, the lips were flattened like a toad, the eyes were sunken like monkeys, the neck was tilted forward, like a turtle, the head was bare, and the chin was full of whiskers that hung down to the top of the feet.

Even the orc god Kawu is not so ugly, the ranger's companion thought, at least he still looks fierce, and this, even if it is a bottomless abyss, may not be born.

But he lay quietly, and he was going to get an answer soon.

The red-robed leader walked in front of the earth elemental creatures, raised the scepter, and all of them knelt down, and the ranger's companion listened absentmindedly as he yelled a bunch of adjectives, such as "incomparably evil", "incomparably terrifying", "incomparably powerful", "incomparably great", to be honest, this one's vocabulary is a bit poor, fortunately, it means that they will soon get to the point, and he listened intently......

“...... Our great, evil, terrifying, mighty god, Cremar, the god of the red dragon!"

Say huh?

Say huh!?

Say it?!?

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"Wha

"Kerryben, I've been badly hurt. ”

“...... Burst...... Poof...... Ha ha...... Puff puff puff ......"

"Kerryben!"

"Poof...... Elven Ranger, the sloppy King of the Jungle, Kerry Ben raised his hand and pressed his face, "Okay, well, I'm sorry," he lowered his hand, revealing the corners of his eyes that were red with laughter, "but...... Ha, really, I didn't expect you to appear in front of me like that one day-" He paused, "Maybe not so bad? at least...... It looks, or ...... Poof, it's pretty tall. ”

"Tell me," said the otherworldly soul gloomily, "all statues and portraits have been destroyed. "Now he looks like the lich's twin brother.

“...... I promise. "Kerry is a serious and authentic - as for the fact that Ilda of the Jungle received a strange gift dozens of days later, we need not mention more, how can ordinary statues and portraits express the reverence of the believers for this great deity? The emblem worn by the "priest" at the head is a special rune, and as long as the name of this god is called, the emblem will be opened, and a small "bearded monster" will come out of the dragon's belly, raise its arms to make a sacred gesture, and there will be a "hymn" accompanied by countless chanting of the god's name......

"How could they think I'd be like this?"

The otherworldly soul muttered......

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The bottomless abyss, the dark monarch in the Swan Tower, the six-fingered Grazt but laughed silently.

(ENDS)