On the second day, the two brothers arrived outside the temple early and respectfully and reverently handed over the certificate to the temple guards.

Piety is a gesture, the temple only welcomes the pious, and will only be generous to the devout believers, if you come up, a copy of the master to enjoy the free rights, the temple guards will kick you out, that is a real professional.

The temple guards were pleased with their piety, and after reading the paperwork, they were brought in through the side door.

The temple is not decorated with gold and jade, neither ornate nor brilliant, but from a distance, this is the temple, the place where the faith is concentrated, there are only stones and sculptures, the four rows of Doric stone pillars are towering, thick and heavy, and the neatly arranged stone pillars are like warriors in uniform, resolute and strong.

Under the stone pillar is a stone platform, the masonry steps are neatly cut huge stones, the gaps between the stones are extremely neat, and there is no filling with any mortar, as if it is carefully spliced by giants, the texture of the gaps reveals a sense of rigidity, unyielding, perseverance, the roof is carved from a whole boulder, which depicts the battle scene of the human patron saint, Tyr.

There are no walls on all sides, only pillars, roofs, and high platforms, and the temple represents the doctrine that all believers are open and there are no thresholds.

A quaint wind is coming, entering the temple, there is an open space, is the prayer hall of the temple, specially used to pray for believers, hold religious activities, is the main function of the temple, because the temple does not have a wall, no matter from the temple three directions can enter the prayer hall for the first time.

There is only one direction that can't, because there stands a stone-walled statue of the great patron saint of mankind.

The solemnity and solemnity of the Marcus brothers, who were brought in by the temple guards through the side door and did not cross the prayer hall, shocked the two brothers deeply, and they couldn't help but follow the temple guards who led the way in front.

In the middle of the prayer hall is a huge stone wall carved with a tall statue of Tyre, the patron saint of mankind, surrounded by countless angels, large and small, flying around.

Some angels are large, with delicate faces like those of Tyr's lovers.

Some angels are so small that they don't look closely and think they're mosquitoes.

What really shocked Marcus Vitruvius was the great patron saint of humanity, Tyr.

He actually... He's a bareass.

That's right, Tyr was undressed, he was naked.

The sculptors used an auspicious cloud to deftly block the key part of the patron god Tyr, and perhaps the sculptor also thought that it was not easy to carve.

The carving is too small to highlight the majesty of the patron saint of mankind.

The solemn and solemn atmosphere of the temple of destruction was enlarged.

Leave these little details aside.

The patron saint Tyr is fierce and resolute, his body passes through the clouds, reaching up to the sky, his face is strong and resolute with a kind of love, he opens his hands, stares at the world, and guards the world.

Under the devolution of the statue, that is, under the crotch of the patron god Tyr, uh, under the auspicious clouds.

It was eight monks praying, with pious expressions and muttering prayers from their mouths.

Not far from them, there were already three boys and girls, dressed almost identically to the two Marcus brothers, all with an earthy smell, and they had also learned the monks to pray to the god Tyr.

Prayer:

The great patron saint of humanity, Tyr

You are the hope of humanity

You are the embodiment of light

You are the master of the physical plane

。。。。。

The great patron saint of humanity, Tyr

You are the protector of humanity

Day or night

Both in the past and in the future

。。。。。

The great patron saint of humanity, Tyr

Your name becomes sacred among men.

You are greater than all the gods.

Hell is terrified of your divine powers

The abyss fears your might

Thy kingdom blesses the souls of men

Only faith in the great patron saint of mankind

Only then can our souls be reborn in your kingdom of God

The great patron saint of humanity, Tyr

You will exalt your kingdom and become the stars of heaven.

。。。。。。

The great patron saint of humanity, Tyr

There is no true God besides you.

。。。。。。

When the two Marcus brothers saw this scene, they were a little stunned for a while.

"To be protected and bestowed by the gods, one must be pious." The temple guards frustrated the Marcus brothers.

The younger brother Vitruvius was still in a daze, and the elder brother Vikrant had already reacted, and as soon as he pulled the corner of Witte's clothes, the two immediately knelt down reverently, and began to pray to the gods side by side with the boys and girls before.

The great patron saint of humanity, Tyr

You are the hope of humanity

You are the embodiment of light

You are the master of the physical plane

。。。。。

Prayer goes on and on.

The clock ticked by.

Vitruvius didn't know how many times he repeated it in his heart, and the god of light was about to appear。。。。。

Soon after, the temple guards brought two more teenagers to kneel with the Marcus brothers.

Keep praying.

It was only at noon that the monks opened their eyes, and after bowing all but one of the elderly monks, they walked to the back of the statue of the patron saint, presumably in the temple, where the monks rested, private, not to the outside.

The old monk glanced at the seven pious young men, and was very satisfied, took out a wooden box covered with yellow silk from his side, placed it in front of the young men, opened it, and opened it with a crystal ball that was transparent throughout.

The boys also stopped praying and looked at the monk with their eyes on him.

The old monk smiled lovingly: "Come on, come one by one, start with you." ”

The elderly monk was referring to the only girl among the seven teenagers.

The girl was a little thin and obviously malnourished, and in fact although every teenager had the right to be tested for free, the vast majority of girls would not come, because they knew that success was almost impossible, even if only 1 in 10 boys.

The girl took a deep breath and looked at the crystal ball, solemn and calm, she reached out and touched the crystal ball.

The crystal ball glows with a faint aura, 3 points for strength, 5 points for agility, 3 points for constitution, 4 points for intelligence, and 3 points for spirit.

So thin, there is actually a 5 point.

A relieved smile tugged at the corner of the girl's mouth.

It is finally possible for her to escape her mother's fate.

The old monk smiled with satisfaction and motioned for the girl to step aside.

The next teenager was encouraged and reached out to put his hand on the crystal ball.

4 for Strength, 3 for Agility, 3 for Constitution, 3 for Intelligence, 3 for Spirit.

The boy was stunned.

"This, this, this is impossible, I can resist the Ding at the age of 3, and I can resist the bull at the age of 4, how can my strength be only 4 points."

。。。。。。

The next teenager, who was already impatient, lifted the confused teenager and reached out to press it

2 for Strength, 3 for Agility, 2 for Constitution, 2 for Intelligence, 3 for Spirit

Worse than the previous one.

He immediately cried.

But this was in the temple of the patron saint, and he couldn't cry, only tears.

Next up is Marcus Vikrant.

Rand's heart beat faster, and he had to take a deep breath.

Reach out and press it.

The elderly monk frowned.

4 for Strength, 5 for Dexterity, 4 for Constitution, 3 for Intelligence, 3 for Spirit

This is indeed the limit of mortals, and it is quite good, and even has the qualification to impact the extraordinary.

Rand withdrew his palm and encouraged Werther with a look in his eyes.

Marcus Vitruvius, not nervous, because he is about the same as Rand.

Reach out and press it.

5 for Strength, 4 for Agility, 4 for Constitution, 3 for Intelligence, 3 for Spirit.

Sure enough, the attributes of the two Marcus brothers are similar.

"Excuse me, who is your father?" The elderly monk couldn't help but ask.

These two children, in addition to the main attribute that has reached the limit of human beings, the secondary attribute has reached 4 points, and those who can have this attribute are likely to have one of their parents who are extraordinary-level powerhouses.

Rand replied, "Master, my father was Marcus Cook, a conjunct warrior. ”

The old monk muttered, "Is it just a conjunction? ”

However, the descendants of transcendental-level powerhouses have the exploration crystal of the temple in the family, and there is no need to go to the temple to pray.

The free scouting opportunities in the temple are a chance for the poor to rise.

With this opportunity, there is hope for the poor.

The remaining three teenagers, in turn, all of them, without exception, did not reach the limits of human beings, and wanted to probe once, unless they could earn a kindler.

。。。。。。

At the door of the temple, Witt looked at the temple and roared inwardly. That's it?

A very important question, that is, where is the potion?

He has been training his body since he was a child, mining, striking iron, and moving stones, just so that today, he can reach the limit in one fell swoop, and after reaching it, shouldn't the monks give the bloodline enlightenment potion, and the result is that he came out with others.

Damn, pray in vain for most of the day.

The monks of the temple should not see that I am extremely qualified, and they should immediately offer the bloodline enlightenment elixir to help me open the bloodline and awaken the power of the ancestors. Isn't that what those adventure novels are all about?

Just as Werther was stunned.

"Why are you standing in a daze?" Rand let out a shout, waking Werther out of his fantasy.

。。。。。。

Witt hurriedly followed, and said unwillingly, "Is that the only way to get the potion?" ”

Rand smiled lightly and said, "How else can you get it?" You, as a warrior, that's the only way you can go. ”

"I'm not reconciled!"

"Honest brother, don't have that kind of expression, some sell yourself, it's good, it shows that you are still valuable"

"That's 20 years!"

"There's no way around it, I don't want to go and they don't do it?"

How did the Bloodline Enlightenment Potion come about?

It was made by the temple monks, but it was never sold directly.

To get the Bloodline Enlightenment Potion, either through official channels or on the underground black market.

The official channel is the City Guards, and they have always opened their doors to warrior professionals, as long as they sign a 20-year contract of sale, they can get the bloodline enlightenment potion.

Their father, Marcus Cook, signed this contract of sale, and is still in the Southern Swamp, ransome.

This is the sorrow of low-level warriors, they want money but no money, they want craftsmanship but no craftsmanship, they only have a handful of strength, and they can only sell it cheaply.

As for his elder brother Rand, he is a craftsman, and his wanderer's progression path is a thief, and he has to go to the Thieves' Guild to complete the so-called tasks they have issued, and maybe he can also get the bloodline enlightenment potion.

From this day on, one of the two brothers sold himself and the other went to steal.

Part company with.