When the Norman kings and queens of the Highlands came to the temple of Flor in the royal capital for the third time to pay homage to the great goddess who once held control of love, marriage and fertility, they received their due. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Compared to the first two public sacrifices, the third sacrifice was simple and short, and even the sacrifices changed from fat livestock, colorful silks, and gold coins that shimmered in the morning light to ordinary fragrant pea flowers and ears of wheat, and the priests who came to greet the king and queen and accepted the sacrifices were also much to the disappointment of the onlookers, whose faces were not only unfamiliar, but almost mediocre, and they did not even wear silk robes that framed their figures, but wore a taupe robe, without a belt, embroidery, or embellishment of precious stonesNot to mention the golden bell, which men often talk about, although the Reverend Flo rarely wears them anymore, but they still use these small means to win the hearts of the rich and powerful.

However, from the sharp eyes of men, these new Flor priests probably do not have much to praise even if they wear silk robes, because their cheeks are so round that you can see the folded chin when you look down, and you can imagine that their bodies hidden in taupe robes will not be exquisite, but their lack of interest in the new priest is in the heart of Afra, the black-haired Dragonborn had hoped that she would once again be able to establish Frow's place in the hearts of the people before heading to the bottomless abyss- It would not have been difficult at all, as it had been before the incident, for Afra had no less than three peaceful and smooth routes, and the slave traders, one by one, would crawl to her feet without being summoned, hoping to gain some favor from the little female lord. Let them go for it, whether it be hundreds, or thousands, and as long as Afra needs it, the slave traders will provide her with a steady stream of beautiful maidens or lovely maidens. The rest was simple, for a small fee, she would reorganize the temples that had fallen or been diverted for other purposes, and cram in them new priests, and the men who had been manipulated by lust would immediately flock to her, and in just a few months she would be able to amass a great fortune.

But is this what Afra's guardians want to see? Afra doesn't think so, "he", Afra means, the gentle and stubborn old good man doesn't think that - think that he can save tens of thousands of lives with his work in Grenada, who admires blood and ruthlessness, and at that time he can't even guarantee that he will be safe, which is not something that hypocrites who can only use words or pen and paper can do, how many people are cursing and expecting him to lose Gredi's favor? Don't forget how long Afra lingered in Gredi's temple, because of her weakness, her humility, her bloodline, those female priests would not shy away from her when they talked about her, and who cared about a cowering little mouse?

At a very young age, Afra had naively (and she did) expecting to be saved by the Lord, but she soon despaired—she began to learn to eat the blood of those who were also apprentices, and although almost all of them had dragon blood, or demonic or demonic blood, Afra was always able to kill them, take their resources, and hide herself well- At other times, Afra wondered if she had inherited her father's gift to get to this point - without any teaching or guidance. The problem was that this narrow path of survival had also come to an end, and there had been twelve apprentices in her room, but only five remained, including herself, and this attrition rate caught the attention of the senior priest, and although they were encouraging the apprentices to attack each other in order to pick out the best of them, the remaining apprentices did not seem to have the kind of excellence they thought they had.

Afra could almost feel the rope around her neck tightening, and the Grenada would only be happy to see the priests turn on each other, but Afra, despite her reputation as a priest's apprentice, a human without dragon blood would always be a slave in the hive.

She didn't know if she had been discovered, but the punishment did come as quickly as a thunderbolt, she was chosen as a test subject for a warlock, she trembled with fear and couldn't sleep all night, but she also knew that it was useless to pray, she was brought out of her room, and then handed over to an elderly priest, who took her out of the temple - it was the first time she stepped out of the temple to see the street and the buildings outside. Afra recalled the scene at that time, and was not so surprised to find that the memories should have attracted the attention of a girl who had never been to the outside world, and there were almost no distinct traces of all kinds of new things. Afra's heart was filled with fear, and her mind was filled with cruel and bloody scenes, and in Grenada, it was not only the warlocks who were willing to try all kinds of experiments and magic, but also the priests, who could cut a male and a female in half and sew them together, or transplant animal limbs on human bodies, these subjects would not survive for a few days, but they could give them a little pleasure in the harsh trials - Afra had gone to the room more than once"Cleanup", she occasionally encounters a test subject who is not yet fully dead, she doesn't know if it's a trap or if it's unintentional, but from the beginning, she hasn't used her almost paper-meager pity.

She was brought to Cremar, who she had thought was the end, but she was wrong, it was the beginning.

A person like this must frown at Flo's existing teachings, and Afra is well aware that the existing teachings of Frow have been tampered with a lot by Gredi's priests, after all, her guardian had elaborated with her about Flo's true teachings, which were the ones that Flo's priests followed hundreds of years ago. Although the original intention of the Otherworldly Soul was only to let Afra know her mother better, it didn't want Afra to think that her mother was just a prostitute, so after thinking about it, it poured out the things that the Elven Ranger Kerry had told him all the time.

Afra could touch the kindness of the souls of the other world, but she didn't think that these words had no effect on the adult, and perhaps the adult also hoped that Fro's godname would regain the glory and glory it deserved.

It's hard to change people's minds first, and for the men, it's not what they'd like to see Flo's teachings back to what they were hundreds of years ago, and Afra could almost have predicted what a lot of vile counterattacks would be—she had the priests take down the golden bell and replace the ambiguously colored silk robes with taupe robes, but she also knew that not all priests were willing to accept such a change, and Afra knew that there were people who disobeyed him, but she wasn't prepared to punish them harshly for the time being. Without the true favor and reward of a deity, no matter how beautiful a priest is, she cannot resist disease and aging, and time will clear most of the obstacles for her.

Now, about a third of the temples of Flo have gradually returned to their original state, and humans are fickle and forgetful, and when the priests, whether Flo, or Ilmot, or Rosada, can help them to get a good wheat harvest, healthy bodies and children who continue the bloodline, they are good priests, and they are willing to listen to them. Although the wives and mothers were still a little wary, they were better able to accept the conformist Pastor Flo, after all, they would not have been able to come up with enough gifts and gold coins to have a spring dinner with Pastor Flo.

"Are they the new priests?" asked the queen curiously.

"They're parish pastors. But the parish pastors eventually replaced the old pastors (Afra gave these people who were not willing to be lonely with the title of "Itinerant Priest") one by one, Afra said. It's just that she didn't want to talk too much to the queen about this matter, "Bow your head, Your Highness." Afra said, and held out her finger, she was very nervous - she knew what divine power was, and she knew what Godhead was, and that not only could drive humans crazy, but also cause the gods to covet, had been brought to her by her guardians, but she could feel it, but she didn't know how to use it, and the person who taught her, perhaps unexpectedly, was one of her guardians.

Afra's finger touched the queen's forehead lightly, the queen was much more pious than the king, perhaps because she really wanted a child in such a way that she could accept that she was not born from her womb, let alone the biological son who inherited the blood of her and her husband, the king—she received the gods' reward like a sprout sprouting from the earth, and Afra's fingers trembled slightly at the feeling of a tidal wave of longing.

"What...... The time ......" the queen asked urgently, "I mean ......"

"Ninety days," said Afra, "I will be here, watching you, and you will have a child." ”

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On the ninetieth day, the queen was confirmed to be pregnant. The Norman of the Highlands rejoiced, and after the revision of the inheritance law, their only concern was removed, if the queen had a son, he would be king, and if she had a daughter, she would be a queen, and the first queen of the Norman of the Highlands, and this laurel originally belonged to Leona, but she gave it up.

At this time, Lehman, who had gone to find Afra in the hope that she would join him in the festivities, returned disappointed, and he galloped back to the royal capital from Thundercastle day and night, both to his brother's pleasure and to be able to obtain some ...... from Afra favor, but not only could he not find Afra, but even Krefa left. He asked anyone who might know, but they all just shook their heads, Crefa had disappeared overnight, and Afra had not reappeared in front of the Normans of the Highlands before that.

"Probably because her guardian has returned," the king reassured his younger brother, "he is a stern man, and perhaps Afra thinks he needs more experience and learning." ”

Rayman smiled uneasily, he had heard of this man, the black-haired Dragonborn, the royal line of Grenada, and the true master of Crefa, who was also Afra's guardian, but he also knew that the lord and spellcaster had the blood of elves and dragons, and just like Afra, he had a long life, and unlike them mortals, they could still be young, strong, and maintain their most perfect appearance when he was already in his prime- This is something that no mortal can do no matter what means he uses. Afra could disappear for a year, or ten or a hundred years, and by the time she returned to the Highlands Norman, he might have gone to mourn the wasteland.

And what he didn't want to believe the most was that Flo did seem to have responded to the call of believers and followers again, the queen was pregnant, the king had sacrificed Flo repeatedly, and there seemed to be similar good news among the Norman crowd in the Highlands, this kind of powerful response was only possible from the priests of Gredi, but the priests of Gredy not only asked for gold, silk, but also all kinds of pregnant livestock, and sometimes also asked for pregnant women and children, this kind of evil behavior was absolutely intolerable to the Norman kings and dukes of the Highlands, but Flo only needed ears of wheat and fragrant pea flowers, it really couldn't, just a bunch of ears of wheat priests will gladly accept.

And Afra, as it is known, is Flo's most devout follower, and she is getting more and more distant from Lehman.

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"How are you feeling?" The otherworldly soul withdrew its hand, the palm still carrying the scorching heat from Afra's forehead, just looking at the girl's flushed cheeks, Afra's other guardian didn't know if it was because of the weight she was under, or because of her ...... Feelings for yourself......

The soul of the other world can only say a word of refusal, when Afra was sent to them, it looked like she was only a girl of only four or five years old, in any case, a soul from another plane would never have feelings for her other than friends and father and daughter - raising a plant, watching it blossom and bear fruit, eating a bite is of course beautiful, but if it is a human, well, even if it is not an ordinary human, the soul of the other world feels that it is sinning, both mentally and physically.

"I'm fine. Afra snorted and said that in fact she was not so sad, but the sound that lingered in her ears forever, the pale golden threads that obscured her vision, and the illusion that seemed to be forever stretching and expanding made her a little uncomfortable, but since she could be taken care of by this, of course she would be "sick" for a long time.

"If you really can't hold on," said the Otherworldly Spirit, "we may be able to rest for a few days in the next city." ”