"The goddess of the night, the goddess of the earth, the goddess of the storm...... The emblem of the six righteous gods, and the ......"

Anderson confirmed the badge pattern on the door one by one, with surprise in his eyes, "Why one more?" ”

Agnes stared at the never-before-seen symbols and patterns, and couldn't help but frown.

It was a round cup that looked like a door and an overturned shape, and something that seemed to be like a wave and a flower rushed out of it until it was impossible to find it.

Adevina looked thoughtfully at the patterns and didn't speak.

For a moment, everyone was silent, and there was no sound in the entire hall except for the breathing of a few people.

"Go in and have a look?" After some time, Anderson finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"Which one are we going in?" Sbasnereki asked aloud.

"The emblems of different gods must represent something different behind the door," Anderson said with a smile, "Everyone must have a different judgment in their hearts, hey, the kind of ...... that they don't necessarily want to tell anyone else"

"In some of the forbidden knowledge I know......" Agnes spoke up suddenly, pausing again, and speaking out before Edwina could speak, "the six gods were once closely related to the Trenthorst dynasty, and the attitude of the great nobles of the Quaternary to the gods may not seem respectful to us today. ”

"What level of disrespect?" Anderson asked with interest.

"Want to know?" Agnes glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and whispered, "That would cost some extra money." ”

"Forget it," Anderson said, shrugging his shoulders, "I can't necessarily afford that price." ”

"So let's go through that door?" Sbasnereki amplified his voice almost unbearably and repeated it again.

"Perhaps there is no more essential difference except for the last one," Agnes said in a calm voice, her words pausing for a moment, and then glancing at Okfa, "I want to take a look at the door with the Mother Earth Divine Emblem first." ”

Sbasnereki seemed to be subconsciously surprised, and reacted in the next moment.

"Honestly, Lady Poyesia, you're serious like a Rune most of the time," a smile crossed his face, "I almost forgot you're from Fenerport." ”

"We can't let stereotypes replace our perceptions." Agnes said with a shrug.

"Makes sense." Sbasnereki nodded and said, "I chose the door with the War Divine Emblem. ”

"I'm with Miss Poyethea." Okfa said without hesitation.

"I choose the one that has the sacred emblem of knowledge and wisdom." Adevina spoke.

Anderson's expression suddenly became a little strange, with a depression that was not easy to see.

"I feel ostracized," he muttered in a barely audible voice, "and it's just a partial ......"

"So which door do you want to go to?" Agnes couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth, looked at him and asked.

"'Lord of the Storm,'" Anderson sighed, "and came to the sea more or less convinced. ”

Agnes smiled and ignored it, as she walked to the door with the Mother Earth crest painted on it.

The symbol of a stick figure baby surrounded by wheat ears, flowers, and springs has an indescribable solemnity on the tall black stone door with a chopping pattern, which is very different from the Mother Earth emblem inscribed on the walls of the churches with flowers in most of Fenerport's cities.

Agnes reached out and pressed her hand against the heavy stone door.

"Shall we go straight in?" Okfa asked behind Agnes.

"Of course," Agnes nodded, "or pray to the Mother Goddess first?" ”

Okfa didn't speak again, but just reached out and made a prayer gesture on his chest.

Agnes couldn't help but laugh, and there was no pause in her hand movements.

She exerted slightly, and a jerky and heavy grinding sound sounded, and the black stone door slowly opened back.

Little by little, the scene inside unfolded into Agnes's eyes.

Like the most common prayer room in a church, the first thing that catches Angnose's eye is a clearing several meters long and wide, paved with wheat-colored stone slabs, and then a platform nearly a meter high.

On the platform is a white stone sculpture four or five meters high, it is a plump and feminine lady, with ears of wheat growing on the soles of her feet, surrounded by spring water, flowing skirts, inserted with various herb flowers, and depicting the images of different animals.

The woman's chest bulged high, she held a scepter with two snakes in one hand, and a lovely baby hidden in swaddling clothes in the other, all holy and dignified.

"This is blasphemy!" There was irrepressible anger in Okfa's voice, "This is blasphemy! ”

Agnes didn't speak, her eyes resting on the scepter of the twin snakes held by the statue, and there was an irrepressible sense of disobedience in her heart.

Perhaps because this element was not reflected on the emblem, Agnes subconsciously found a reason in her mind that she could hardly agree with.

The two paths of cultivator and medicine master are undoubtedly biased towards life, but there is definitely a clear difference in specificity. On the whole, the cultivator is more inclined to the fertility of the earth, while the medicine man is undoubtedly more inclined to the vitality and spirituality of the living beings themselves.

In both sequences, the ability to heal is more like a means derived from a more essential ability, rather than a more essential feature of the pathway.

Maybe that's why this element doesn't appear on the emblem?

Agnes thought with some uncertainty, she always thought she should know more, but she never had a clue.

"This is blasphemy!" Okfa's anger still didn't subside, and his voice interrupted Agnes' thoughts.

"I thought you were ready after your last expedition." Agnes glanced at him and said in a calm voice.

Okfa fell silent, looked at Agnes, and opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Agnes's gaze lingered in the open space closer to the ** platform, and the thin black under one side of the eye floated and floated.

"The top of the sequence has a near-decisive effect on the lower part of the sequence," a voice rang in Angnes' ear from nowhere, "so are there any special circumstances where the lower part of the sequence can have an effect on the top of the sequence?" ”

"It's not possible," another voice sounded cold and unceremonious, "unless it looks like it's at the lower end of the sequence, and in fact at the higher top." ”

The two voices disappeared completely, and the white stone sculpture was still holy and dignified.

But in the complete open space of Angnes' vision on one side, a pair of eyes almost completely hidden in a dim halo flashed in her vision on the other side, with a compassion that seemed to be a saint opening his arms to a lost lamb, and there seemed to be an extreme sorrow that almost came to her face.

"Let's go," said Agnes, "it seems that there are only statues here. ”