No one knows why the old madman wrote these two words, he is the oldest person here, he has lived here before everyone in the town was born, he is said to have traveled all over the continent when he was young, and no one knows exactly how old he is, but he must have been at least a hundred years old. In an age when people are prone to premature death, longevity is an admirable miracle in itself, seen as a gift from God.

After becoming a priest of the temple, Xiao Gu had the opportunity to learn another way of writing these two scripts, known as the Divine Book, which was usually only used on occasions to praise the gods, and could not be learned by ordinary people except nobles and priests. The sacred script is basically the same as ordinary writing, but it has special and strict rules for the form of writing, which is not easy for those who have not studied it to understand, and it is said that it has mysterious powers and is able to communicate with the gods.

In the eyes of ordinary civilians and slaves, any text is mysterious, representing some kind of awesome symbolic message. Duke Town needs a scribe, and the temple also needs a scribe, and Xiao Gu is the only one here.

However, the situation has changed a little in the past two years, and the old madman taught Amon to write these two scripts, and said to the mayor when he was drunk: "There are actually three clerk positions in our town, but unfortunately there are too few people who know how to write, at least it is not suitable for the Temple of Mu Yun and the Temple of Horus to use one person as a priest, and it is even more inappropriate to serve as a clerk at the same time." Amon is a child of the gods, and he has learned to write, both with a knife and with a pen, and I can assure him that he will be the best clerk in the future, and he can be a great priest. ”

What displeased Xiao Gu the most was that Mayor Dusty did not object at that time, and said with a smile: "Oh, then Amon is really a child favored by the gods, and when he grows up Chengren, he should be able to become an excellent clerk." ”

This made Xiao Gu's heart feel as uncomfortable as being bitten by a poisonous snake, whenever he thought that one day in the future, his power and wealth would be shared and deprived by the son of a filthy drunkard, and he could hardly sleep. And today he wants to deal with Amon in public, there is another more important reason, which makes the roots of his teeth itch.

The legend of the Tears of the Gods is not unique to the Eju Empire. A noble lord in the distant city-state had already quietly sent a message to him to pay attention to the sacred stones produced in the town of Duke, and if he could get the tears of the gods, he would be grateful. All the divine stones produced in Duke Town were registered by Xiao Gu, which was the most convenient condition.

The Tears of the Gods really appeared, but he didn't get them one step too late, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't compete with Rod Dick. This Lord Dick is really good, and he happened to be waiting in the town of Duc at this time, no one expected it!

When the tears of the gods fell last night, Xiao Gu also sensed it, and when he arrived near Amun's house, he saw two heavily armed warriors guarding the door, and later saw Master Dick's clerk holding a gold box and walking out of the house with two other warriors. By the time Xiao Gu entered, Amon had already left the backyard, and there was only one drunken drunkard at home, and under Xiao Gu's questioning, it was easy to ask what had just happened.

Xiao Gu naturally couldn't and didn't dare to question Rod Dick, but how could he let Amon go when he had this opportunity, so early in the morning he rang the bell to gather the residents at the Mu Yun Temple. Mayor Dusty doesn't let him mention the Tears of the Gods, but he mentions something else, which is a sudden disaster for Amon.

The residents were stunned for a moment, then whispered. Amon had indeed violated the ancient oracle, but it had never happened before in Duk. Learning the skills of a miner, which has been passed down through the generations, requires a lot of physical strength, and it is almost impossible for a child who is too young to learn it, and even if such a thing has happened in history, it is estimated that no one will say it publicly. Mining the Divine Stone is so difficult, what's the harm of having an extra qualified craftsman, as long as I don't say it, who will pursue this problem?

But in front of the temple of Mu Yun, under the solemn gaze of the goddess, the priest of the temple publicly announced that the surname of the problem was serious, and no one could justify anything for Amun, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the gods, and the oracle was equivalent to a decree.

Seeing that no one was speaking loudly, Xiao Gu cleared his throat again and said in a loud voice: "Kindness is a virtue, but piety and obedience to the gods are even more of a virtue, Amon, are you ready to accept God's punishment?...... In the name of Goddess Mu Yun, how can we punish this child as mercifully as possible?" his last words were addressed to everyone.

Dusty frowned again, looking displeased. And Xiao Gu obviously had already made arrangements, and a voice in the crowd immediately shouted: "According to the provisions of the oracle, cut off one of his fingers, and the merciful priest can decide which finger to cut off." ”

Amon's body trembled, his face turned pale, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he clenched his teeth and did not speak. But his father knelt down and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Forgive Amun, he is still a child, and he does not know what he is doing, I taught him, and I am the one who violated the oracle, and I should be allowed to accept such punishment." ”

Many voices in the crowd immediately whispered: "Yes, Lord Xiao Gu, forgive that ignorant child! ”

Xiao Gu didn't seem to hear these voices, stretched out his hands and pressed down to make people quiet again, and looked at Amon in a calm and indifferent tone and asked, "Amon, when you were learning the art of miners, did you understand the instructions of the Patron Saint? Although you are a child, as a resident of Duke Town, you should have known it since you were a child. ”

As he spoke, he thought to himself—which of Amon's fingers should he chop off?

Mayor Dusty coughed lightly, thinking that he should say something, but at that moment, a voice from outside the crowd shouted, "Whose ignorance is this, Priest, you forgot the oracle, this lucky boy, and did not violate it!"

Everyone was taken aback, and Xiao Gu looked up to see a young man walking through the crowd. He was about twenty years old, dressed in a clean white cloth robe with a crown of rings made of fresh twigs on his head. This man Xiao Gu had seen, not a resident of Duk Town, who had come here with Rod Dick a few days earlier, and was a staff member who was very respected by Lord Dick, and was said to be a traveling sage from far away on the mainland, whose name was Aristotle.

Mayor Dusty asked, "Mr. Aristotle, what are you doing here, and what is Lord Dick's command?"

Aristotle smiled and nodded, "I've come to do something for Lord Dick, and I happened to see what happened to this child, honorable mayor, can I ask this priest a few questions?"

Dusty nodded politely, "Just ask, Mr. Aristotle." ”

Xiao Gu was very puzzled, he didn't know what this young man who suddenly appeared wanted to ask himself, and he didn't know why this person wanted to defend Amon and how he could defend it? I saw Aristotle smiled and nodded to the mayor of the town, and then looked at Xiao Gu and asked calmly: "Lord Priest, in the name of the goddess in the temple behind you, answer me seriously, according to the oracles passed down from generation to generation here, only with the permission and blessing of the guardian goddess can you learn the unique miner skills here, right?"

Xiao Gu nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, this gentleman, I answer you in the name of the goddess, it's true, that's true." ”

Aristotle nodded again and asked, "Is this the case that this kid has learned the kind of trade you are talking about?"

Xiao Gu nodded subconsciously and said, "Yes, that's the case." ”

Aristotle didn't wait for him to say more, and then he said in a loud voice, "Then this child has been approved and blessed by the patron god, isn't it?"

Xiao Gu was a little stunned, and retorted loudly: "No, he violated the oracle, so he has to be punished!"

Aristotle snorted coldly, and still retorted loudly: "No, the one who forgets the true spirit of the oracle is none other than you, the priest! You can't learn without the permission and blessing of the Patron God, but this child has learned, which is enough to prove that he has received the permission and blessing of the Patron God. ...... If you want to deny that, Lord Priest, you are denying the oracle!"

Not only was Xiao Gu stunned, but everyone on the lookers was stunned, where had the miners in Duke Town who had been dealing with sledgehammers and furnace fires for generations seen the dialectics of the sages of the distant continent?

Xiao Gu was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer. Some people say that in the temple there is no need to be reasonable, because the oracle is the decree that cannot be refused, but at the same time, under the gaze of the gods, this is also the place where the most reasoning is needed, you have to be respectful and careful, and every word must express faith and respect for the gods.

Seeing everyone's puzzled looks, Aristotle smiled, raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Gu and said, "All people have life and death, this is God's will, and it is the main premise. Obviously, he is human, and that's a small premise. So he will die, that's the conclusion. Don't you understand?"

Then he pointed to Amun and said, "Only with the permission and blessing of the guardian god can you learn the skill you are talking about, which is the oracle and the great premise. Obviously, this child has learned the craft, and this is a small premise. So he has received the blessing and blessing of the patron saint, this is the conclusion, is there something wrong?...... Do you understand?"

Such an explanation of the analogy is easy to understand, and many people show expressions of sudden realization and nod their heads one after another. There are also people who are even more puzzled in their hearts, always feeling that there is something wrong with Aristotle's words, but they can't say what is wrong. Xiao Gu's face gradually turned the color of pig liver, and Mayor Dusty's expression was a little funny, as if he wanted to laugh but couldn't help laughing.

"But he hasn't experienced the ritual of divine favor and blessing, which is against the rules!" Xiao Gu finally shouted out unwillingly, but there was a hint of weakness in his voice.

"No, Amon accepted the grace and blessing of the goddess Mu Yun, and the person who was rejected and warned by the goddess is precisely the priest of this town, Lord Xiao Gu...... I can attest to that. As he spoke, the old madman Nietzsche waved a cane in front of him, and separated the crowd and walked to the front.

The old madman was very old, his hair and beard were gray and messy, and he walked staggeringly, but he did not look weak, but like a toddler. His cane was dark brown with golden stripes, and he didn't support his body on the ground, but waved it in his hand.

Nietzsche rubbed shoulders with Aristotle, and glanced back at the young sage, as if he had a complicated look of admiration, scrutiny, and torture, and then he turned around and stood in front of Xiao Gu, standing side by side with Amun, and said with a cane: "Three years ago, I received an instruction from the goddess Mu Yun in a dream, blessed Amun, and allowed him to learn the miner's skills that have been passed down from generation to generation in Duke Town. ”

Xiao Gu took a step back and asked, "How can you prove it?"

The old madman laughed, pointed his cane at the tip of Xiao Gu's nose, and said, "Lord Priest, what has blinded your soul? Please pray and repent before the goddess, for God has proven it!

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