At dusk the next day, the slender jar that Clara asked for was delivered, the inner walls polished to a very smooth surface, and the outer part was carved with the Church of the Silver Moon crest.

Then the little maid found an iron rod, about the thickness of the inner diameter of the mouth of the bottle, and wrapped it in sheep intestines, which filled the gap between the clay pot and the iron rod.

Clara tried to poke the jar with an iron rod a few times, feeling the touch.

Herodotus stood aside, watching the little maid go about his business with cold eyes, making sure that she did not do anything in the process.

Ruby is on the sidelines to help Clara.

When she was almost ready, the little maid pulled out a white mass from her pocket.

He was about to put it in the jar when Herodotus stopped him.

"What is this?"

"Cotton." Clara said, "I took it out of a cotton coat."

Ruby also confirmed, "I did it with her."

Herodotus took the white mass to his eyes and examined it carefully, twisted it to see if there was anything hidden in it, and put it under his nose and sniffed it.

I didn't smell anything strange, so I returned the lump of cotton to Clara and asked.

"What signs are you going to show me?"

"I will throw this lump of cotton at the bottom of the jar, and then you can communicate with the goddess and ask the doubts in your heart, if the goddess answers yes, the lump of cotton under the jar will burn, otherwise the cotton will not burn."

"Burning?"

"That's right, I won't light a fire during this time, and I won't go near any fire."

"And then the cotton in the jar will burn on its own?" Herodotus asked again.

The little maid nodded, "I wonder if such a sign will satisfy you, High Priest Herodotus?"

Herodotus frowned, as a custodian, he kept a large number of classics of the Silver Moon Church, and spent most of his time reading when he was idle and had nothing to do, and he was already a first-class erudite person in this world.

However, even if he tried to break his head, he could not think of how the cotton at the bottom of the jar could be ignited without fire.

Such a thing is indeed enough to be called an oracle from the gods, so Herodotus also bowed slightly.

He threw the lump of cotton into the clay pot with his own hands, "My first question was simple." Herodotus then said, "I would like to ask the Goddess if I am destined to lead the Church of the Silver Moon."

Ruby's face changed when he heard this question, because although Herodotus used the interrogative sentence, in fact he already knew the answer, and he believed in it.

In other words, Herodotus didn't come to ask for an answer to this question at all, he just wanted to see if the cotton in the clay pot actually burned, so as to determine if Clara was cheating on him.

Ruby wondered if the little maid was aware of this, and with Herodotus present, she couldn't give Clara any hints.

Fortunately, the latter seemed to be quite calm at this time, except that his right hand had been trembling slightly, there was no gaffe, and he also made a gesture to Herodotus, asking him to contact the goddess first.

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The iron rod in his hand is in the *** clay pot.

All the way to the end, the bucket was quickly pulled out.

Before the little maid could look into the clay pot, Herodotus on the other side had already stood up and walked over.

He snatched the clay pot from Clara's hand and looked down inside.

Then Tong Kongmeng shrank!

On the other side, Ruby's heart also rose to her throat, waiting for Herodotus to announce her answer, but then she heard Herodotus say, "Search."

Ruby answered, but before she could take a step, she heard Herodotus' voice again, "It's not you, Naima, you go."

Hearing this, Mama Naima strode up to Clara, who was also very cooperative and had already raised her hands.

Mama Naima searched very carefully, from head to toe, not even between her fingernails, but no matter how many times she searched, she could not find anything suspicious.

Nothing could be found in the sickle, velvet, or gunpowder, and the little maid's body could not be cleaner.

In the end, Mama Naima could only shake her head at Herodotus, and Herodotus's brow furrowed again.

After a moment he spoke again, "Second question......

"I'm sorry, I can only ask one question a day." Clara interrupted him, "Merlin said that the gods don't like to be disturbed too often, and you don't want to be hated by Picia."

"Then I'll ask tomorrow." After Herodotus finished speaking, he gave the little maid a deep look.

He turned around and went back to his room.

Ruby couldn't believe her eyes, and when Herodotus had left, she finally had a chance to get to the clay pot, and saw that the lump of cotton inside was gone.

In its place, there was a burning dust.

Ruby was shocked, she had just stood not far behind Clara, and she could see clearly that the little maid had done nothing but poke the clay pot with an iron rod.

I didn't get close to any source of fire, so how did the lump of cotton in the clay pot burn?

Could it be that it was really a sign from the gods?

But Ruby felt that even if it was a god's response, it should have come from Saturday, not Picia, because Clara had apparently known that something like this was going to happen.

Saturday...... Is it really that magical?

Ruby remembered the stories Clara had told her, which she had been skeptical about until now, but now she had begun to waver.

If Saturday can make the cotton in the clay pot burn on its own, the moving images on the walls may also be real, and the magical little frog that Clara has in mind that always disappears into thin air and comes back with a present......

Ruby suddenly wanted to go to the green fields to see for herself, to see the magical land and the stranger who was called the prophet.

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