If it weren't for the fact that it was already late at night, Ye Qingxuan would definitely rush to Elder Caligula's house to bring Elsa out and ask how she should get in.

But Elsa only has a five-minute memory, I'm afraid she can't tell herself, right?

It's just that why is the Twin Snake Emblem here?

Even she has a ...... on her wrist

Ye Qingxuan thought about it for a long time with his pocket watch, but he still couldn't figure it out, and suddenly became depressed again: The most cruel thing in the world is that the door is in front, but you can't find where the door is, and you can't enter.

With a wistful sigh, he looked back at the shattered idols on the ground and shook his head slowly.

"After all these years, I guess the people of Romulus have forgotten all about it, otherwise this place would not have broken like this, and even the holy flame would have been extinguished. ”

He shook his head and turned around, about to leave, but his body froze in place.

Flame......

Flame!

Originating from the Thebes oasis, the Romulus people established the City of Seven Wolves and opened up their own empire.

At that time, I don't know how many ethnic groups from all over the world came here, merged into Romulus, and brought their gods into the empire. Therefore, the temple of Romulus is known as the pantheon.

However, the folk beliefs of the Romulus people have always maintained a relatively primitive ancestor worship - they believe that the spirits of the ancestors reside in the family fire, so the family fire must always burn and never be extinguished. The members of a family must be sacrificing to the same family fire, and this connection is closer than blood.

The patriarch of a family is also a sacrifice of the family fire, and each family even has different prayers and rituals.

When the bride of the family is married, then a musician must be witnessed by the spirit of the ancestors before the family fire, and the girl is separated from the family fire and joins the fire of another family.

Therefore. In the temple, the sacred fire, which represents the presence of the gods, will not be extinguished.

Even in this temple, the original body of the saint played the role of the 'fire watcher', who absorbed the holy fire when it was revived. Turn into your own power, so the flame is no more.

"So...... I'll give you another handful!"

Ye Qingxuan turned around and returned, stood in front of the fire altar, cleaned up the ashes in it, directly dismantled the rotten chair and threw it in, rubbed out the flames, and threw it in.

So in the darkness the fire lit up.

Ye Qingxuan took off his silent eyes and stared at the temple in front of him.

In the faint light of the fire burning. There seemed to be some kind of solemnity on the broken statues of the gods. Hundreds of years ago, the Romulus people came here and carved it out as a cemetery for heroes, and built a dwelling place for the gods, where slaves and sacrifices were burned.

When the flame burned again, those gods seemed to have returned from the darkness, staring at Ye Qingxuan with their broken bodies, looking at this foreign worshipper.

Before that faint fire. Ye Qingxuan only felt a tremor in his pocket watch, and after taking it out of his arms. I saw that the snake coat of arms slowly lit up, and then quickly extinguished, and even the pitch-black coat of arms disappeared.

The mirror-like shell of the pocket watch reflected the light of the flame, and there seemed to be some small depression in it, so it cast a rectangular outline on the wall.

The traces of light drifted on the wall with the fine-tuning of Ye Qingxuan's wrist, and finally moved between the two statues. It's like a door.

A door......

Ye Qingxuan looked at the pocket watch in his hand sluggishly, then looked at the door of light and shadow on the wall, and put away the pocket watch, but the outline of the door still stayed there.

"Is that okay?"

He walked over suspiciously and pushed it. Get out of the way.

It's really good!

He stared blankly at the open door, and the brightly lit space behind it, and for a long time stepped into it.

Behind the door, in a secret chamber, a statue of a flame in his hand stood, and on his pedestal, a line of dark gold inscription was inscribed, which was poured from a mixture of lapis gold and brass, immortal for thousands of years.

In the light of the fire, the teachings from the ancient priests shone brightly.

‘Disteminoremquodgeris，imperas’

-- Because you fear the gods, you rule the world.

Just in front of that teaching, someone abandoned a shabby teaching robe, which was already covered with dust, but Ye Qingxuan could see at a glance that it was the clothes that the Yellow King had wore.

He had abandoned this thing here, as if he had abandoned the glory and throne that countless people had dreamed of.

But Ye Qingxuan didn't have time to take a closer look, he had already been attracted by the thing next to the robe.

Suddenly, he wished he hadn't been here.

He would rather he hadn't discovered the secret behind this door, and he would rather he hadn't been to this place.

I regret it from the bottom of my heart, and I almost want to run away!

He stared blankly at the thing, like a cave in ice, trembling and almost falling to the ground.

In the face of so many strong enemies and so many terrifying monsters, even when he was at war with a natural disaster, he never hesitated, Ye Qingxuan once thought that nothing in this world would make him so out of shape.

But looking at it, Ye Qingxuan felt a burst of fear from the bottom of his heart.

"What the is this...... What the hell is it?!"-

Late at night, on top of the Holy City.

The heavy and desolate bell rang and spread in all directions.

Outside the temple of the Holy Spirit, several archbishops dressed in red looked solemn, staring at the fire in the temple like candles in the wind from a long distance.

In the mournful bells, they sighed softly and lowered their eyes.

The Temple of the Holy Spirit is one of the most important places in the Holy City, and it can be said to be one of the cores, even more important than the papal palace. There was no heavy security here, not even the knights who guarded it, only the gray-clad priests who came and went.

In this temple are all the saints who have placed their consciousness in the ether and transformed into the Holy Spirit after death. The Holy Spirit sleeps in this temple, delaying the decay of the ego until the moment when it takes him to step onto the battlefield.

But compared to the world, human consciousness is too small and short-lived.

When the delayed death finally comes, the bell will ring to herald the passing of the Holy Spirit.

For a hundred years. This is already sixth.

Outside the hall, several archbishops whispered softly.

"Is it going to be extinguished at last?"

"Although he is a saint, after all, it has been six hundred years, and there are poor people, and nothing can escape. ”

"But he's different. ”

Someone sighed, and everyone stopped talking.

In the temple. At this moment, the great musician who single-handedly created the era of Romulus six hundred years ago, the eternal emperor of the Romulus.

- Holy Spirit Aeneas.

In the middle of the temple, there was a door pushed in.

The traveler from afar crossed the long sarcophagus on either side and finally stood in front of the altar. On the altar, in the faint flames, the vague face of the Holy Spirit slowly raised its head and stared at the coming face.

The visitor can no longer see what he used to be, and he no longer has the handsome and feminine appearance he once had. Only the long hair was still shining like gold. In just a few months, he has aged like a middle-aged man, looking through the vicissitudes of life, but still fat.

Only on the cane, the coat of arms of the two snakes still shines.

When he saw the Holy Spirit in the fire, he smiled.

"Hermes?"

In the flames, Aeneas looked at him, and his eyes became abrupt: "Long time no see." ”

"yes. Long time no see. ”

Hermes sat next to the altar, leaning against a stone pillar. Whispered, "I'll see you off." ”

"Thank you. ”

Aeneas bowed his head, Hermes bowed his head, took his pipe from his pocket, lit it, but unfortunately the pulley lighter got into the water and could not be hit. He got it for a long time. Sighing helplessly, he cursed.

Aeneas held out his finger and pressed it against the pipe, and the faint embers ignited the tobacco.

"Thank you. Hermes grinned, gulped, and let out a long breath: "Rode in a carriage for several days." I'm really tired. ”

Aeneas looked at him, hesitated, and asked softly:

"They...... Are you alright?"

"Of course. ”

Hermes said lightly: "It's a good thing to be alive these days, isn't it? besides, as a group of homeless homeless people, it's good to have a piece of land for them to stay."

What about you? It's like going to jail to stay here, and I don't want me to take you out for a walk. ”

"Before you came, I had a dream. ”

Aeneas said, "What a coincidence that I woke up and saw you coming." ”

"It's good to have a dream to do, what do you dream about? ”

"I dreamed of a fire in my house. ”

He sighed softly, "I dreamed that I had left here and returned to the fire of my family, to be with my ancestors. But when I woke up, I was scared: I had done so many things wrong, and I didn't know what they would say to me. ”

"Don't worry, you're doing quite a few things right. Hermes said, "If there is an afterlife, you will surely enjoy good fortune." ”

"Is there really an afterlife?"

"Nope. ”

Hermes shook his head: "You've lived so old, Aeneas, don't you understand?"

Human beings are what you see, 70 percent water, calcium in bones, blood in the body, breathing while alive. Dead? There's nothing left. “

He pointed to his head and whispered, "There is no villain called 'soul' here, Aeneas, sorry, and there is no afterlife. ”

"That's right. ”

Aeneas sighed lightly, as if he had made up his mind: "Thank you." ”

"No thanks, that's what I'm supposed to do. You are the first person I know, and it is my duty to bear witness to your death. It's just that I didn't expect this day to come so late, six hundred years late. ”

"It's coming, it's coming...... In the blink of an eye, it is 600 years. ”

Aeneas smiled and closed his eyes.

In the midst of the flames, the Holy Spirit knelt on the altar and bowed his head to the man in front of him:

"I once embarked on the path of destiny under the guidance of the gods, and I achieved great things because of fate. Now, 600 years later, the traces I left on the earth are gone, and I am about to dissipate.

- From beginning to end, you bear witness to me. ”

Hermes lowered his eyes, "Aeneas, you have also witnessed me. ”

"People like me, when they live, are called heroes and emperors because they have power and do some things. Unfortunately, there is only so much I can do. I have been living for 600 years, but I always want to do something for those who have been displaced, but now I can't do anything.

I hope you will guide them, Hermes, just as you guided me back then. ”

"All things have a fate, Aeneas, it is fate that guides you. Hermes smoked his pipe and whispered, "I will take care of them for you." Don't worry, there is an old man in it with a good brain, and I am afraid they will not be very bad in the future. ”

"That would be great. ”

Aeneas smiled with satisfaction, and in the flames, the dim figure swayed for a while, gradually dissipating and turning into ashes. In the ashes, the old face gradually shattered, and this was the final farewell:

"Goodbye. ”

"Yes, goodbye. Hermes closed his eyes.

The flames were extinguished, and the embers scattered like birds and flew into the sky.

Hermes reached out and grabbed the falling ash and clenched it.

"Goodbye. ”――

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