It is not an incomprehensible thing for the homebound attendant to be revered by the believers of the Lady of the Tides. At the end of the day, while the Tides Priests can reduce the followers of the Shark Father to a cultist, they can't put the same hat on their home servants. Because, Lady Wave and Father Shark are only the gods in charge of the part. To put it simply, both of them can be seen as the protectors of a Siren clan, so they will be hostile or friendly to each other as their followers are, but they will not. Neither the god of the sea can claim to be qualified to govern His functions in place of the destination, nor will the existence of the destination be clear by faith, nor will it perish because it is not known, but it is there, past and future.

"With all due respect," said a priest of what appeared to be a high standing, and bowed first to the curtain on the high platform, "if this earthly man is indeed the attendant of his home, nay, as you say, he deserves this honor. But why is he here? The night does not affect the day, and the fate of silence should not interfere with the world of the living. Especially not to come to us in this way at this time. Your Majesty, I don't think it matters what his identity is. ”

Lothar tried to say something, but he soon realized that the priest's body, which had been talking a long time earlier, had come to rest. Not only that, but all the creatures in this underwater pyramid fell into an eerie silence at this moment, and when the Count looked around, he did not see a pair of bright eyes. Again. He thought that perhaps the sorcerers would be amused by the actions of these gods, and the priests would bow down to them. But as a knight, Lothar only hopes that one day these gods will interfere less in the things that happen in the world. At least don't let ordinary people like themselves notice when they interfere. As for now, the Count felt that he could find a place to sit down at will, and wait for the two great beings to finish communicating.

Unfortunately, the knight's idea did not work out, because before he could do one thing, and that was to liberate his body. Half a year later, Lothar's tattoos regained their vitality, and they marched towards the Count's head, gathering through his neck to his mouth, and with a violent vomiting, a large black twisted ball of hair emerged from Lothar's mouth, quickly stretching its form in the sea. In the blink of an eye, it turned into an indescribable dark brown blob. This spot of light does not seem to exist in normal space, it seems to have no thickness at all, but if you look at it more closely, you will find that this spot will appear in the same form no matter how you look at it.

After Lothar spat out the speck, he naturally fell backwards, and the last thing he saw before he fell into a coma was a playful wink at him in the crowd of people who were still like dolls. The image greatly stimulated the Count, but he fainted before he could react or discern whether what he was seeing was real or fake. All that was left was the specks of light floating quietly on the platform, and the red curtain swaying in the current.

"It's not that time yet, you shouldn't leave the abyss. The female voice from above was similar to that of Shang Tiko, but with subtle differences, and it was because of these subtle differences that one could realize that the voice was not made by the high priest of the Siren.

"The hourglass is really not full yet. An answer resembling Lothar's voice came from the spot, and the tone of the answer was a very different one, and the Earl's impression of the destination was completely different. The bleakness and dead silence that enveloped the sound, just hearing it was enough to remind one of death, of the fear of nothingness. Fear even infected the presence on the high platform, causing His voice to change.

"Then you shouldn't be in this world, you shouldn't be understood by anyone, you shouldn't make them agree. The destination only needs to be an ethereal legend, and it should not have a definite agent who goes to the temple of another god to convey his will. You're breaking our rules. ”

"The rules have been broken, and our hourglass has been mixed with too many impurities. The light spot, which represents the destination, replied.

"Then you should support me and let my children clean up the witches who came from outside. The female voice raises slightly, showing clear mood swings.

"No, there's no point in throwing a handful of sand off the entire sand. Your actions are simply satisfying your selfish desires. In order to filter out those impurities, we need a more reasonable method. The broker provided the method, and he did a good job. And in order to accomplish His plan, the traveler is the power that must be earned, and therefore, your child will need to make sacrifices. Even if you oppose it, it won't change what's coming, the brokers have given the key to victory to the leader of the travelers, and all you can do now is guide them out of the sea and abandon the sea. ”

The being behind the red curtain was silent for a moment, and then said again with full emotion, "Why don't you say that to that shark? He is the one who first starts to spread his existence, open your eyes and see, His followers are already all over the sea! And I, I only have these children, I only want these children." They adore me so much and respect me so much, and now you want me to abandon them for the sake of you and that duplex guy?

The destination couldn't find the right words to respond to the other for a while, after all, when a goddess began to be hysterical, even the ruler of the middle of the hourglass could not continue to be tough, "You've been in contact with them for too long. And you are different from the shark, he is just a newcomer who has never experienced the hourglass upside down, you have long been used to the endless years of the tide, and even this time the tide is your work. But so many times the hourglass has been upside down, I don't remember you ever being so emotional, I know you were curious when you saw the shark's attempt, but you fell too deep this time. You threw yourself into the center of the maelstrom. ”

"It's all your own words, none of us have any memory of the last hourglass upside down, and even our names were told to us by you. Those mortals have a myriad of inferior qualities, but they have a character that is good enough for them to be our believers, their curiosity. This curiosity will ruin them in the end, but it will always fade away. ”

"So, are you curious?" There was a long silence, a very long silence, even one who suspected that a century had passed.

"I don't dare. ”