The tribe in the dusk seemed very comfortable, the melodious camel bells fluttered in the oasis, whether it was a warrior returning from a patrol or a herdsman at the end of a day's hard work, it was quiet at this time, relaxing and soothing the tiredness of the body, ready to eat dinner.

Link and Niata went straight to Zaya's tent, and several of the warriors who saw their actions were a little disdainful of this, thinking that they wanted to go to Zasya to eat, and although the tribe distributed the necessities of life as a family unit, children of Link's age usually ate separately from their parents. Generally, this kind of children who rush to their parents' tents are the ones who want to be spoiled by their parents and ask for more food.

Ignoring the disdain in the eyes of the warriors, Link and the others went straight into Zacia's tent, who looked at the two intruders in surprise and took a sip of a glass of wine in his hand. Zacia raised his eyebrows, as if he greeted the two of them, and looked at Link with his arms bandaged in surprise, but didn't ask much, and raised the iron flask to Link on the side.

Link shook his head slightly, refusing. Instead of sweet and sour camel milk wine, Zasya drank a spirit distilled from the low bushes of the oasis, and it tasted so strange that no one but the desert people would drink it.

Zasya, who was rejected, didn't care, and quietly waited for Link and the two to explain their intentions. Link first informed Zacia of the old priest's stitching on the two, then told Nyata's suggestion to join the Santarim Society, and finally explained how the two had encountered sandworms and discovered the ruins of Nesser.

Zacia's face continued to change as Link told the story, and he was very stunned by Link's wonderful experience today, and finally stared at Niata with a gloomy face, and Niata looked at Zacia cautiously, secretly vigilant in her heart.

After a long time, Zasya no longer looked at Niata, and said to Link very seriously: "I will not betray the tribe with you, and the old priest will always keep an eye on you, and it is unlikely that you will take the initiative to find the Santarin Society who does not know where you are, I think the best way for you now is to wait for changes and actively improve your strength." ”

After a slight pause, Zacia continued: "The ruins you have found are very important and can improve the strength of the tribe, but if you really find something related to magic, I am afraid that the old priest will ask for its destruction, I will try my best to help you fight for it, and you must pay attention to hiding the identity of the mage." ”

After discussing with Zacia for a while, and declining Zacia's invitation to have dinner together, Link and the two walked out of Zacia's tent, and Link stopped at once looking at the bright stars in the desert. Because the water in the desert is scarce, the atmosphere is thin, and the terrain around the desert is flat and there is no light pollution, so the stars in the desert are exceptionally clear and beautiful. Link, who has been burdened with the pressure of survival, can't help but indulge in it.

Nyata didn't indulge in the beautiful and vast starlight, and quietly took Link's hand, making Link look aside, only to see the two apprentices of the old priest standing aside, staring at Link and Niata, the medium one sensed Link's gaze and instinctively avoided it. The thinner one didn't care, and instead smiled at Link.

Link and Nyata walked towards Link's tent with blank faces, "Here we go." Niata said to Link in a silent mouth, and Link nodded gloomily.

As soon as he entered the tent, Link asked a little impatiently, "Can't we really kill the old priest?" Two successive life-and-death battles made Link a little inflated and tried to solve the problem in front of him with violence. ”

Niata shook her head firmly: "If you can't win, I think Zacia's idea is good, now we can only wait for changes and improve our strength as soon as possible." ”

Link nodded a little disappointed, seeing that Nyata seemed to have something to say, so he looked at Nyata, who hesitated for a moment and said, "My teacher seems to have an unusual relationship with the old priest, I have seen the old priest go to worship my teacher. ”

Link was surprised, a powerful old priest went to worship an exiled witch, a little strange indeed, but it didn't make much sense to the current situation.

"Maybe they're old acquaintances. Link said disapprovingly.

Niata was still frowning and thinking about something, and Link asked with some hesitation, "What is the so-called ancestral spirit?"

Niata looked at Link with some pity and nodded heavily: "The ancestral spirits that some big tribes believe in are actually the incarnation of true gods, and their chieftains can go to the gods' realm to serve the gods as a prayer after death. The ancestral spirit of our tribe is a local spirit, which is sustained by the power of faith and the absorption of souls by blood sacrifices. ”

Seeing Link's somewhat gloomy appearance, Niata persuaded: "In fact, to die is to die, even if it is a prayer of the gods, it will not exist forever, after a period of time, it will be assimilated by the divine power, completely lose the memory of his life, and only know that he serves his own gods, and finally he will either be transformed into an otherworldly creature such as angels and demons, or he will be completely assimilated by the plane and the gods, and become a part of the gods, after all, death is death." ”

Link was a little surprised by Niata's words, he had always thought that except for the unbelievers who would be caught in the wall of the unbelievers, all the other people of faith would live happily and happily together in the realm of the gods, but now it sounded completely different.

"Isn't being a praying for merger no different from death?" Link couldn't help but say.

Niata shrugged her shoulders: "It doesn't make a difference, except for the gods, no one can be eternal, but the transformation of the invoker takes a long time, it is measured in a hundred years, and the invoker is equivalent to living many more years, and for the believers of the gods, isn't it a great honor to be a part of the gods?"

"Just like we eat meat, make meat a part of us. Link said bitterly.

"So don't think too much, everyone will come to their own end, sooner or later. Niata said in a deep voice.

Njata then elaborated on some of the tribe's ancestral spirits, all of which she had learned from her teacher.

In the mouth of Niata, the destination and the most sacred existence of the soul of the tribesmen is nothing more than a tool, the old priest gave it the power of faith and the sacrificial soul, it was transformed into divine magic and fed back to the old priest and his two apprentices, and the ancestral spirit did not even seem to have a clear sense of self.

"Actually, there is a big reason why my teacher returned to the tribe to study ancestral spirits. Niata said casually.

Seeing Link's puzzled gaze, Niata said again: "True gods can give priests divine magic, the Great Demon and the Devil Grand Duke can also give priests divine magic, and even some shamans who believe in the existence of similar ancestral spirits can also obtain divine magic, and many mages are studying this direction, transforming the power of faith and soul into divine magic." ”

After a pause, Niata said with some regret: "The teacher still has this research note, but I can't find it after she dies." ”