Seeing the high priest come out of the temple, the priests passed through the guards and knelt before the high priest as if they had found the heart of the lord. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The guards stopped intercepting at this time, because they also fell to their knees reverently like the other priests.

The Kulakuka do not have a centralized kingship, they do not have a clear class division, and everyone is equal to them. But even if such an equal race exists, there are exceptions.

The exception to this is the High Priest, who for all the people, is a wise man who embodies the wisdom of a people, like a beacon in the darkness and mist, illuminating the way forward.

It is precisely because of the special status of the high priest that there will be priests and guards, and when they see him, they will immediately perform the most respectful prostration.

"Get up. The High Priest said lightly, "Isn't it time for you to set up the venue for the selection?

"Your Excellency High Priest, it's not that we're coming, it's that we have something important to report. ”

"Yes, High Priest, we went to visit Mistress Fiona just now to ask her for her opinion on the selection of the Sky Choir, but she said ......"

The high priest's face was calm: "What did she say?"

The priests lowered their heads one after another: "She said that she would revise the selection location and change it to the Centennial Hall." And ......"

The high priest lowered his eyes, as if in thought of something.

"Besides, Fiona said she was tired and wanted to calm down. We reckon that Fiona doesn't seem to want to open up this selection to her people. ”

"Your Excellency High Priest, we have prepared the stage for the selection, what should we do now?"

"The rules of a thousand years can't be changed! ”

In the face of "Fiona", they did not dare to say a word. But in the face of the wisdom of the whole clan, the priests began to express their opinions.

Everyone chattered and talked for a long time.

The high priest picked up his cane and slammed it on the floor, a force that seemed to shock the soul made everyone shut up: "It's not just a trivial matter, what a quarrel." ”

"Your Excellency High Priest, this is not a trivial matter, the people outside have already ......"

"Shut up, have you forgotten who we are, have you forgotten the Fairy Epic?!" exclaimed the High Priest, "Our people are so prosperous and dependent on the Lord of the Holy Citadel. Since the Arrivals of the Holy Castle want to change the rules, we just need to change them. ”

"However, this place was also proposed by our father-in-law, Lord Isabel, thousands of years ago. A priest said.

Hearing Isabel's name, an imperceptible glow flashed in the High Priest's eyes, "There is nothing, everything we have is given by Lord Saint Castle, then we should carry out the will of Lord Saint Castle." ”

"Lady Fiona said to change it!

Since the high priest said so, all the priests could only nod their heads.

"Go and prepare, and do as Fiona says. After sending them away, the high priest fell silent, as if thinking about something.

After a while, the high priest said to the guards, "Go and prepare a hummingbird, I will go to the Centennial Hall to meet Lord Fiona in person." ”

While the guards were at their disposal, the high priest turned back into the temple.

Looking at the blue-gray aura that exuded a strange rhythm in the center of the temple, the high priest muttered to himself, "Is the gap really open?" maybe. If you can leverage this to change, perhaps you too will be liberated from the abyss. ”

The High Priest stretched out his hand and slowly reached into the blue-gray aura.

His eyes, which were already dull as if they were blind, became even darker when he put his hands into the breath ball.

And his face is getting older and older.

After the tea was done, the high priest walked out of the temple with his body on his back, trembling step by step. When the guards saw that the high priest was older than before, they were all suffocated.

Legend has it that the High Priest was able to foresee the direction of the Kurakuka clan, and each foreknowledge would lead to physical failure.

So, just as they were pulling the hummingbirds, did the high priest foresee the future of the Kulakuka tribe again?

"Your Excellency High Priest!" all the guards knelt down, tears in their eyes.

The high priest walked past them, his face expressionless, but his heart was slightly bitter.

Hehe, he knows the way forward, so it leads to physical failure? What a high-sounding words, sometimes even he believes it. In fact, he is not a wise man who leads a race of progress at all, but an accomplice of evil......

When the high priest mounted the hummingbird, a knight with a special duty made the way for him.

Despite its small size, the hummingbird flutters its wings extremely frequently, and it only takes a quarter of an hour to reach the centennial hall from the temple on the top of the mountain.

When the High Priest arrived, Ingres was preparing to visit the Temple of the Holy Mountain.

So when he heard footsteps at the door, he couldn't help but hold his forehead and sigh.

"Lord Fiona, Baia has something to see. A slow, old voice reached Ingres's ears.

The voice outside the door was somewhat familiar, who was Baia? Angel poked out his spiritual power tentacles, and saw a person who was both reasonable and unexpected—the high priest of the Kulakuka tribe.

Even if there was a gate apart, the high priest bowed his head respectfully, completely different from the casual attitude of the group of priests who had come earlier.

He had originally planned to go to the temple to meet this mysterious high priest, but he didn't expect him to come to the door first. And he came alone, without any guards or priests around.

Ingres thought for a moment, and instead of using the illusion to shield the high priest's ability to recognize sounds, he directly used the original voice: "Come in." ”

The high priest heard the clear male voice coming from inside, his expression was not the slightest surprise, and he slowly walked in as the door opened.

The hummingbird brought the high priest to the table, and Ingres made a small bench. After all, the high priest was too old to stand on his feet, and Ingres still had this basic ethical heart.

The High Priest bowed to Ingres before slowly taking his seat.

After the high priest took his seat, he remained silent. Angel didn't speak, but looked at the old man in front of him carefully.

Originally, the high priest had been standing at the temple on the top of the mountain, and even though Ingres had seen him, because of the distance, the rhythm of the source of the law was also very strong, so he could not really see it very clearly. It was only at this moment that he saw the high priest in full for the first time.

Baldness, age spots, and a white beard long enough to be used as a mop. In addition, the old age of the High Priest and the gray dull eyes also made him pay attention for a few seconds.

However, what Ingres cares about most is not his appearance, but the rhythmic energy on his body. Although there is not much energy perceived, the rhythm of this energy is exactly the same as that of the vicinity of the sacred mountain.

"Aren't you surprised that you didn't see Fiona, but me?" said Angel first.

"I already know the result, and the person I came here to meet is Your Excellency. The High Priest said calmly.

"Oh, you're here for me?" Ingres smiled, "The High Priestess has something to do with me?"

The High Priest shook his head: "I'm looking for you for nothing, but I think you should have something to come to me." The temple is not a place to talk, so I came. ”

The temple was not the place to talk?Ingres noticed that the high priest lowered his tone slightly when he said this, as if he meant something.

Is this saying that the temple is actually being watched all the time?

When Angel thought about it, he felt right. After all, it is the source of the law, and it is extremely precious, and it is impossible for Castle Black to leave only a mortal to hold on there, there must be other regulatory measures.

"Listen to you, the High Priest seems to be a little unhappy with Castle Black. ”

"No, our people can continue to this day without extinction, the Holy Castle should be the first credit, I dare not have any dissatisfaction. The High Priest said.

"In that case, do you know the magic array beneath Sipolok?" Ingre's eyes flashed, and the topic led directly to the key point.

If the High Priest didn't know about the Demon Energy Array, then the purpose of his coming here today would be a little strange. But if he knew about the Magic Energy Array, then there was an explanation for everything that at least seemed plausible.

The high priest's face twitched slightly, but he didn't expect the other party to open his mouth and directly poke open the scar hidden in his heart.

The high priest closed his eyes and waited for a long time before he slowly spoke, "I, I know. ”

"So you know, so in such a situation, you still have no complaints about Castle Black?"

The high priest was silent for a moment, but still shook his head: "No complaints. ”

"I'm not from Castle Black, you know?"

After a while, the high priest nodded: "I know, on the day you came to Sipolok, I knew. ”

"The day we set foot on the West Pollock, how did you perceive us?" said Ingres, curious.

"Soul Source. There is a soul source in the temple, and with the soul source I can supervise the movement of the whole of West Pollock. ”

The soul source in the mouth of the high priest should be the source of the law. Although Ingres was curious about the Soul Source, he was not prepared to reveal his purpose until he had figured out the purpose of the High Priest's coming.

"Since you know I'm not from Castle Black, you don't have to worry about being heard by the people at Castle Black. So, now I'm asking you again, do you still have no complaints about Castle Black?"

The high priest still shook his head firmly: "No complaints. ”

Ingres nodded, and he didn't say anything about the High Priest's insistence. Since no one else has complained, what does he care about as an outsider.

"You said you didn't complain about your black castle, so why did you keep silent when you found out about us a long time ago?"

The high priest raised his head, his gray pupils carrying an inexplicable meaning: "I hope that one day, the gap can be opened, so that the torrent of silence can pour out again." ”

"Gap?" Ingres didn't know what the High Priest was referring to.

"The Kulakuka people have been immersed in the illusion of peace for nearly a thousand years, and I can only hope for an opportunity to pry open the door to change. The High Priest said bluntly.

The high priest made it clear, but he didn't say why he did it.

Ingres put the topic on hold for now, and instead returned to the original answer: "You say, the temple is not a place for conversation, you have nothing to do with me, but I will come to you if I have something." So, what do you think I'm going to do with you?"

The High Priest pondered for a moment and gently threw out two words: "Soul Source." ”