"Do you want to be a flame priest, as long as you and the god Namu know, or why did you come to your?" said the first voice, "Even if Nipur meets a foolish lord, it will be better than Barton, Sam and the like!" Alan saw the speaker take the torch from the edge of the wall, and the torch emitted a wisp of black smoke, like a snake's tail churning and bewitching. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Tell me what the priest is doing with that child, or I'll have to drink tonight in vain." The voice with a Nippelan accent complained again, "You know, this is against the Divine Ordinance, if this thing gets out....."

"Shut up!" cried the other softly, "what do you think this place is, a brothel, a tavern, or a sewer?"

"This is the secret room of the Divine Courtyard, connected to Namu's favorite dark dungeon, of course I know, otherwise what else could it be?" The second voice laughed, "Don't be nervous, that old thing sent everyone out, if anyone else saw the situation of the Holy Meeting that night, they would definitely think he was crazy!"

"The priest hasn't left the temple!" the first voice turned into a scolding, "that old thing may be staring at us somewhere!"

Alan saw the flames swaying on the edge of the wall, and the tall shadow was almost cast on the wall in front of him. A few seconds later, the man with the torch came into his sight along the corridor, his companion following him.

Alan gently closed the door, glad that the old wooden door didn't make a sound, and waved Sercy and Steven back off, while he pressed his eyes to the crack in the door, trying to see where they were going.

“..... I didn't mean that, I just wanted to ask the priest what he was going to do with him. The man with the torch shrugged. Through the crack in the door, Alan found this slightly accented man, dressed in a white robe, but wearing a pair of leather boots on his feet, and his feet seemed to silently scratch the bluestone pavement. A gust of wind blew, and in the shadow of the hood that had been lifted, a face distorted by scars was exposed to the light of the torches, along with his open robes, a leather coat inside, and a dagger and a dagger and a dagger tied around his waist.

For some reason, Alan felt a strange sense of familiarity to him.

"I shouldn't have told you that, but if you had to know, for the sake of the good bottle tonight. The owner of the first voice had a brown mustache, a bloated figure, but a light walk, and he was also dressed in a white robe, and the rings on his hands gleamed in the firelight, four in all, silver, pure gold, and sapphires, and yellow leopard eyes, obsidian, and turquoise. Eren suddenly remembered that in the Flame Shrine in the city of your, the ring seemed to represent the status of the divine servant. "God Namu forbid, you must not say it!" the man burped, "Lord Priest, he likes boys!"

"What?!" the man with the torch pushed something, and Alan heard a low boom. Then, through the narrow crack in the door, he saw a large stone slab slowly sliding out of the distant wall, turning bright red in the light of the firelight, and it rumbled in the corridor far louder than when Sersi had just struck the door.

When the sound calmed down, there was only a smooth and hard bluestone without any cracks in the position they were just now.

"What's going on out there?" said Sersi's voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Let's go!" Alan whispered, then tiptoed open the wooden door, poked his head out, and quietly followed, after making sure that there was no third servant in the corridor.

“..... It's not a good place to lie, aha!" Alan pressed his ear to the edge of the wall and heard the man with the ring say, "Actually, you still don't know, because it sounds a little cruel, after all, not everyone can accept the reality of cruelty!"

"Old friend, if someone asks me to kill a newborn baby, I promise to only ask the employer what price he offers. The man with the torch whispered, "Looks like I ought to have ordered another bottle of good wine just now, and when you're drunk, you'll tell you everything." ”

"Not really," said the fat servant with the ring, "but the boy is but a sacrifice..... Lord Priest, use him to sacrifice the ashes of the weapon!"

"Honor those fiery knives, guns, and guns?" the Nippur accent was visibly surprised.

"Don't you know all about Sumerian history?" the fat servant laughed, "Actually, those swords, guns, and guns of the Flame Legion are not flame weapons, and there is only one real flame weapon in this world. As early as the first year of the hero, when the dragon had not yet appeared and the two continents were still connected, there was a guy who was revered by the world as the 'Flame King', who was actually a blacksmith, I saw it in ancient books. ”

"He spent his life building so many fiery weapons?" the Nippur-accented man apparently paused.

"You've drunk too much, old man, as I said, there's only one true flame weapon. The Fat Servant seemed to pause, "In that era of darkness covering the world, the book says that there was not even a sun in that ghost age, so Arthur, the 'Flame King', spent about ..... in the Temple of Namu Belch..... Anyway, for a long time, I don't remember exactly, but he created a flaming sword. Later, this alarmed the gods of heaven, and Enki, the god of water who established Elidu, said that this thing did not belong to the mortal world, and that it should be taken away and sunk at the bottom of the sea, but Arthur hoped that this weapon would bring light to the people, and Enki, the god of water, told him: Unless you pierce your wife's heart with this sword....."

"Did the black-hearted blacksmith really do that?" interrupted the man with the torch.

"Yes, he did. "The fat servant's tone became serious," the book says, "he pierced his wife's heart, but when the smoking sword pierced the still beating heart, her courage, soul, and blood extinguished the flames, and the sword shattered into a pile of mortal iron. So, you see, all of those weapons are now clearly extinguished, and although they are sharper than ordinary iron weapons, none of them really burst into flames, so people laugh at them as 'ash weapons'. ”

"The priest is going to use that boy's heart to awaken the true flame weapon?" exclaimed the man with the torch, his footsteps ringing through the walls.

"That kid is the heir of the Flame King, it's true. The fat servant said in a rough voice, "Now the Legion weapons are only blades with flame iron, and when the sacrifice begins, those iron will be thrown back into the temple furnace, that boy's blood is sticky, and the heart is the sword soul." Now, tonight's wine isn't in vain, is it?"

"And one more question, why did the Flame Priest reforge the Flame Sword?"

"Damn, you have a lot of problems..... Even if it'....."

“..... Don't..... Who saw it with their own eyes..... This continent. ”

“..... The Peak..... Save your life..... Dragon ....."

The voice faded away. Eren silently recited the last word in his mind as he glanced back at Sersi, but then heard a terrible scream coming from the wall, which echoed over the edge of the wall, as if to foretell the death of his master.