"What a great goddess......"

The pattern around the countess's eyes faded silently, and the world in her eyes returned to reality. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Meow. ”

......

"This is the egg of a waterfowl that is unique here. Magellan placed a pale green egg on the table, "The taste is very unique, the cooking method is very complex, it is a rare good thing." ”

"Meow. ”

Miss Betty clearly did not like this local specialty, so Magellan offered it to her.

"The locals believe that this lake has existed for 10,000 years, and that the goddess was born from the lake 9,000 years ago, and that the goddess returned to the lake a thousand years ago and never ......appeared again," Magellan said, turning his face to look at the lake, "For 10,000 years, the inhabitants of this place have lived on the lake, and they worship here." ”

"I know that you have won the friendship of the Chef by a very clever theory," said the countess, gracefully holding up the little bird's egg with a silver spoon, "so what does this fact mean according to your theory?"

"Nothing," Magellan laughed self-deprecatingly, "and people here love to eat fish, both by habit and by cooking methods that have been developed over time." But that has nothing to do with outsiders, and hopefully you don't have to eat the food here. ”

"Meow. ”

Miss Betty had finished eating the food on her plate in Magellan's ramblings, and she complained impatiently to Magellan like an anxious lady.

"I like the food here," said the countess, leaning gracefully back in her chair and turning to look out at the lake, leaving Magellan with a beautiful silhouette of a bright red sunset. "They are not unrestrained, at least in their use of spices. ”

Magellan smiled.

This is a popular joke among explorers, once a lucky explorer was in search of the spice country, the legendary paradise of the Southern Dragon Country, and he finally arrived on an island, the indigenous chieftain invited him to eat barbecue, the barbecue meat was so unpalatable that the smell of the meat was completely muffled by a pungent smell, the explorer believed that he had gone in the wrong direction, and returned empty-handed.

Much later, he had completely forgotten that one day after the voyage, he was chatting with another explorer about the encounter, who told him that it was the spice country, and that there were very few things that could completely mask the taste of meat.

It's a very boring joke for most people, and only a true explorer can understand the schadenfreude and the most chilling irony and lawlessness in the story.

"If you don't like local food, I'll be happy to help you, ma'am. ”

"Meow. ”

Miss Betty looked at the fresh fish on the plate in front of her and nodded like a queen.

"Our only chance lies in your folklore survey, Professor Magellan. ”

"What did you find?"

"An ineffective organ. ”

Magellan turned around with his plate, and the breeze blowing from the surface of the lake flowed silently.

"There is no solar calendar here, only a lunar calendar designed according to the cycle of the moon. ”

It was undoubtedly extraordinary, and the worship of the sun was everywhere among the Emunchet people, who had no doubt that the sun was the center of the universe and possessed supreme power. The solar calendar, developed by the ancient Emunkai people, based on the cycle of changes in the water level of the Nile, is very precise and is recognized as one of the ancient wonders.

"Many people believe that Nephthys, the guardian goddess, is also the goddess of the moon, mastering the many cycles centered on the moon's transformation. ”

"Full moon?"

"It should be ......," Magellan was silent for a moment, as if recalling something, "but the cosmology of the Emunquet is different, and they value some different cycles, I am not sure...... Thirty days is too short. ”

"At least we don't have to wait too long. ”

The countess smiled and handed the plate to Magellan.

......

The full moon in the sky is golden.

Before entering the temple, the countess looked up at the night sky for the last time, and in the deep darkness the stars dimmed, except for the bright moon disk, and the golden mist spread upwards to the end of the heavenly dome.

She remembers the low tide on the lake in the evening.

The golden lake breathed mist, like some gigantic beast, ignorant, ruthless, stupid and sluggish, but with a huge and irresistible terrifying power, doing stupid things on its own.

Indeed, the ghost of a god still exists, right here, entrenched in her land, whispering to ignorant believers.

The entire city was shrouded in a golden mist, and the temple was no exception.

The Countess walked into the darkness.

Passing through the open door, there was a familiar scene inside, except for the absence of people who knelt down, and the tall goddess smiled kindly, her whole body hidden in the darkness.

Helen skirted the idol and headed straight for the agency.

This time, as she put her hand on the stone, a dull crash flickered.

Then the sound of the water flowing came from behind the thick stones, accompanied by a gentle grinding sound.

Just before the countess's eyes, a stone door opened.

A path paved with green footprints starts here and disappears behind a corner not far away.

The countess walked up the narrow stone staircase in the hollowed-out temple walls, turning a few corners, following the golden remnants of divinity, and finally entering a small room illuminated by the moonlight.

The Eye of Horus faded.

Now, the ubiquitous golden mist vanished, and only the countess and the silver moonlight remained in this cramped space.

Other than that, there was nothing here.

Helen turned to look around, but she didn't see any pattern on the stone walls on all sides.

There is nothing here.

The countess stood at the end of the path of green footprints, and looked up, only to see the corner of the full moon outside the narrow window.

"Nephthys ......"

The sound of the waves on the lake could be heard in the distance, as if it were the response of the gods, but it was of no use to the prayer seekers.

"I pray for blessings. ”

Somewhere, in a space cut off by a stone wall, the water was sprayed, but then it calmed down.

......

"Has the water level of that lake ever changed?"

Magellan faced the countess with a dull smile of surprise: "There should be." ”

"Periodic?"

"Give me some time. ”

"Meow. ”

Miss Betty quietly scurried to the table, but was disappointed to find that there was no fish pant that Magellan had prepared for her.

"Are you really learning a dialect?"

"It's slow, much slower than I thought. Disappointed, Magellan withdrew his right hand, which had been dodged from the kitten, and stood up to take a string of small dried fish from the cabinet on the left side of the room, "The people who live here have been relatively isolated from the outside world for thousands of years, but that doesn't explain the weirdness of their dialect. ”