After that great accident, the first place that the former undead chose to settle on the main material plane was the Sharp Jaw Harbor, a chaotic and evil place that left the impression of the otherworldly soul as damp, dark, Danger and coldness, the only bright and warm (though it knew well what was beneath them) were the Priest Frow, dressed in bright silk robes, with golden bells hanging from thin belts, and bare feet and shoulders, walking along the dirty roads and gray buildings of Sharp Jaw Harbor - They were both young (or at least looked) and beautiful, each with their own character, and they pulled in a sturdy satin a flatbed multi-wheeled cart with golden wheels, which carried the idol of Flo, which sat upright in a coquettish position, no larger than the statue of Rosada he later saw in the White Tower, about two people tall, and was only carved out of ordinary ash wood, which was mostly white or light brown, and had the peculiarity that when it was first cut down, it had a soft pink color, as lovely as a girl's cheeks, and with a delicate carving techniqueSo much so that the whole idol was as dizzy as a real beauty—and there were indeed quite a few fools who lifted the veil that hung over the idol and reached out to caress her legs and buttocks.

Flo's priests did not forbid them to do so, and while it was a blasphemy against any other deity, for Flo, a symbol of desire and love, you just remember to throw a silver coin or two at the chariot, and if you toss a gold coin, you can jump on the chariot and kiss the idol on the mouth.

The otherworldly soul still vividly remembered the scene when Flo's procession passed in front of him, the caster hiding himself in a narrow, gloomy alley, his gray cloak as inconspicuous as ragged linen in dimly lit places, and he pulled his hood down, and his attitude was not as fervent and frantic as the other males, although so. There was still a young priest who walked around him on tiptoe with a white fragrant pea flower in his hand, and it is hard to say whether it was a dance or not, for it did not have a large range of movements, nor a fixed movement, but only focused on the rapid twisting and shaking of the waist, deliberately highlighting and playing with the feminine part—she sang softly, but the unworldly soul who was still half-baked with the lingua franca at that time understood only a little bit of its personal thoughts. The chanting of Reverend Flo was more like a murmur between a man and a woman than a holy prayer.

The storm came unexpectedly, and the men and women who were hovering around the statue of the god Flo were scattered at once like birds gathered around the grain, they were either one. Or a few of them ran into the nearest house, some of whom had already secured a brief relationship in the blink of an eye and a smile. The priest of Flo hurriedly dropped the pea blossom and the satin pulling the idol, even though the senior priest repeatedly scolded them, they were not willing to drag the idol back to Flo's temple in the torrential rain, but many clever little ones took advantage of the rainstorm to blur everyone's vision, grabbed as many coins as possible from the feet of the idol of Flo, hid them in their robes, and some people untied the satin and took it away, and finally the senior priest was helpless. He and the other two priests collected the remaining coins and hurried away with the remnants of the crowd.

Cremar watched the whole process, and the statue of Flo was left alone in the middle of the street, still shining with the raging rain, and the wood had become dull after sucking in too much moisture. It makes her look as if she is shrouded in an endless cloud, or the filth of the mundane has finally penetrated into the sacred body, and the veil covering her body has been pulled away by people or wind at some point, and everything can be seen at a glance.

-- What a farce. At the time, the lich said that the souls of the other world thought so too.

Oh, actually. What the soul of the other world wants to say most is that what he sees now seems to be very different from that of Jianjaw Harbor.

"Because what you see now," said Careyburn, "is the model of sixty years ago." ”

Cremar gave a look of surprise: "So she went to look for you just now...... That's what it's for. "Before, Memy had always followed Baldwin, and the others—the thief Glenn needless to say, had no better relationship than a viper and a weasel, and the black-haired spellcaster had remembered Memmy's face—especially her one who almost costored "you know" Although she knew that this mage who acted like a white robe would not commit violence to her for no reason, she would still walk around him when it was not necessary, and as for Kerryben, many people did not dare to approach him too casually, and the elves were like this, shining, jealous and ashamed, and Murray did not want to degenerate to the point of treating a man not as a lover but as an enemy, so she would also stay away from Kerryben.

But not long ago, when they had stopped again to prepare for camp, Memmy quietly followed in Carryben's footsteps—she thought she was doing something secretive, but everyone found out.

"Yes, that's it. "I was part of their festivals......

Now, not only Cremar, but also Berdwin and Glenn took a look.

"No," said the Elven Ranger, "no, it's not you, Flo's festivals weren't that ...... then" He thought for a moment, but finally gave up looking for a less vulgar adjective: "Priest Flo didn't want to be associated with every man at the time......"

"It's the same with Pastor Flo now. Gülen said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

“...... It's different from now," Carey Ben said, "very different. ”

"I think I can see what you mean. "Her dancing made me feel calmer than happy," Bodwin said. ”

The souls of the other world agreed.

The young priest of Frow changed into a dark brown linen robe, one of the garments that Kerry carried with him, the kind of man and woman, unusually wide, the robe was unembroidered or decorated, the neckline was above the collarbone and the hem hung down to the feet, and there was no golden bell hanging from the thin belt around her waist—she clung to a bouquet of fragrant pea flowers of a strange color, its butterfly petals were a light pink similar to white, with blood-like veins, and the flag petals were a deep red as a rose; In her other hand, she held a bunch of wild wheat that had just begun to tassel and flower.

"I remember that Frow's holy flower did not include wild wheat. Gülen said.

"Once included. Elven Ranger said.

"It's a strange thing," the thief continued, "the ear of wheat symbolizes a good harvest, and it should be enshrined in front of the idol of Gredi......"

"Sixty years ago it wasn't. Kerribben whispered, and then, as if afraid of something, they fell into a dark and trembling silence.

Almost unaffected, the only ones who were almost unaffected were the souls of the other world, who had no concept of gods, and who had not yet developed a nerve that was sensitive enough to the atheistic environment after nearly thirty years, and the souls from the other plane were more focused on Mei Mi - Priest Flo was not wearing any ornaments today, and his long dark brown hair with blonde hair was braided and coiled. It is fastened with a small branch - and the branches are still covered with emerald green leaves.

Her posture and movements are rigid and even boring to the current Pastor Flo.

The young priest's jewel-colored eyes look straight ahead, arms crossed, left arm open, right arm open, forward, right arm closed, left arm open, repeat again. There was no movement in her shoulders, her waist was straight, her toes were straight, and she gently kicked forward. He kicked up a small part of his dark brown robe, then bent his knees, bowed his head, and saluted the invisible god in solemnity, every movement so slow and solemn.

That's stupid. The thief thought that the gods had given up, but her followers had picked it up—he had never violated the teachings of his god Musk. Even though Gülen was not his priest, he knew that in many cases, the tolerance of the gods was more rare than that of birds flying in the sea, and that what they needed was absolute loyalty and meekness of the believers, not self-righteous disobedience and disobedience, a problem that even Tyre, who holds justice and impartiality as his priesthood, was not immune, let alone Flo. As the thieves had seen in the last few years in Sharp Jaw, the female deity had become more and more eccentric and cold, and she might not be happy to see a priest complete her ritual the same way she had done sixty years ago, even if it was a small ritual of only five people.

But one more thing he must admit is that the current plum is full of an indescribable charm.

Then, to the thieves' surprise, after offering fragrant pea blossoms and wild wheat to the golden bell (which was placed on a small stake altar), the priest of Flo took the ritual to the next step, in which the priest of Flo would dance with every male who was not yet old enough to be incapacitated, and instead of being the first to reach for Baldwin, she chose Gülen.

The thief put his hand on Priest Flo's hand vigilantly, and he swore that if Memy dared to curse him for some unspeakable disease, he would find her and kill her wherever he went—he held her hand, Glenn's hand was cold, and since he had been cursed by the priest of death, his body temperature had been as low as a dead man, but Memi's hand was warm and soft.

"You should be honored," Memi whispered, "and the first man chosen by Priest Flo for the festival will be favored by the opposite sex of his choice during the year. ”

"I don't think there's anything to be happy about being favored by a fool. The thief said in a voice smaller than hers, "Unless she can be wiser, I think I'd better refuse this blessing." ”

"If you weren't a fool, how could you like you—be content, thief. "Rejecting Flo's blessing may cause you to lose your lover forever, and you will cry all day and all night, like a little baby," said Memy meanly. ”

The thief's answer was to squeeze her hand, and Memy glared at him viciously, but it didn't make her forget her duty," called the name," she sang, "Flo!" the name of the flower, the fruit, or the life, and she twisted her fingers, and while holding the thief's wrist in turn, she made each other spin three times half-forcedly, "of the earth and the first thing." With the force and direction of the sharp spin, Flo's priest escaped from the thief's arms, so to speak, triumphantly throwing him a triumphant look, and instead extended his hand to Berdwin.

"Its name is the flow of water from the source that flows through the thirsty heart of a lover. Pure hands, names hidden in tangled fragrant peas. ”

Although Berdwin only had one hand, his hand was so hot, as hot as magma and coal, that Flo's heart beat wildly, she could feel the blood rushing into her cheeks and her eyes, her steps were so light, her senses were so sharp, she could clearly see every tiny line of the person she admired at the moment of smile, she could hear his long, steady breathing, smell the smell of steel and honey: "Call this name, call Flo's name, unfold the fragrant ovary;" She whispered, "Bear fruit; ”

"Pray to her. Bodwin replied mildly.

"Remember the name as much as the sweetness of honey, remember the name as the clarity of the springs, remember the name as the richness of the flowers, call it and pray to her. Shout Flo's name. ”

Kerry had taken Flo's priesthood from Baldwin's hand, though he could tell that Memmy would prefer to dance with Baldwin, and perhaps she wouldn't get tired all night. So the elf just ritualistically rotated around her...... It was logical to turn her to the dark-haired spellcaster with sparkling eyes and anticipation.

Poor Memmy stiffened suddenly, and she almost tripped over herself, if it weren't for Cremar's timely pull - in the memory of the broken soul of the otherworld, he never seemed to have danced with a girl of his age except for kindergarten, his limbs were never very coordinated. Whenever he sees other people dancing happily and briskly together on TV or in the movies, his feelings may only be described as envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Oh, they're a good match. Said the idle thief.

"Cremar is still a child. Carey Ben said immediately.

The thief glanced at Berdwin, who nodded calmly, seemingly agreeing with the elf's words.

"Oh, Meme. The thief said that no one noticed a hint of mercy in his words. He strode forward and snatched Memi out of Cremar's grasp, "I think it's time for you to change your partner." He said. (To be continued......)

PS: There is another chapter today......