Mythical creatures are often insensitive to the passage of time, and it is only when the faithful are offering sacrifices that Thoth realizes that the year is coming to an end.

Although Thoth did not like to do a lot of things, as early as the beginning of the propagation of the faith, the ancient sun god, his dear "Davarishi", told him that a sense of ritual was very important to the gods—a sacrifice, a ceremony, large or small, but it must be done on a certain date, and there must be a strict process, which will help to correct the devotion of believers to the gods.

Thoth decided to hold two festivals a year, one on the last day of June and one on the last day of the year, referred to as "Summer Festival" and "Winter Festival".

Perhaps because it is set up at the turn of the old and the new, the Winter Festival is more important in people's hearts.

Although the formal rituals – including singing carols, reading excerpts of doctrine, rewarding the virtuous, punishing the guilty – were all completed on the 31st, from the 25th, every household would offer fresh fruits, essential oils, incense, handicrafts and the like in front of the "small shrines", and in better conditions, flowers would be offered – after the "greenhouse fruits and vegetables" became a norm, many merchants began to improve the flower varieties to adapt them to the cold weather, which naturally spent a lot of energy and financial resources, and the price soared. As a result, flowers have become a luxury item as much as jewelry.

After a series of bickering, the negotiations between the Bloods and the Empire finally entered the final stage, showing a harmonious atmosphere of "hello, hello, hello, everyone", the Bloods began to frequent the banquets of several dukes, and Thoth was also touching the fish in the brightest, returning to his happy hometown, and spending an afternoon sorting out the sacrifices piled up into a hill.

"This cabbage looks a little good-looking, it's a pity to eat it directly."

"Is this small tomato a new variety cultivated in a greenhouse? It's sweet when eaten raw."

"Ice Rose?! This breed is rare in the imperial capital, right?!"

"This carpet is very comfortable to the touch, spread it on the bed."

"This set of wood carvings is not bad! Put it on your desk...... Ah, there's already another set of ornaments, nail a museum shelf another day."

With the mentality of opening gifts, Thoth fiddled with one gift after another from believers, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, this gesture looked a little childish, but who wouldn't love to receive gifts? Especially those carved from wood, spun from wool, painted with lacquer, carved with flowers, He hung them on the wall and placed them on the table, and whenever he was tired from the tedious work, he felt full of motivation when he looked at them.

"Gollum—"

A round object fell from the hill of objects, dragging a long line to Thoth's feet, and although the color was a little dull, Thoth recognized what he had made—the "Eleadne Thread" that he had made in the glorious age to prevent the little god from running away.

He straightened the yarn and found something buried in the "hill" at the other end, so he removed the items one by one, revealing an unpretentious hard-shell that had been wrapped horizontally and vertically several times to tie it firmly.

When the yarn was unraveled, two lines of silver handwriting appeared on the hard-shell book.

"The Gift of the God of Deception and Mischief: A Book of Mantras."

"If you're not afraid of being disturbed in the coming year, just turn me open."

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Three days ago.

"I'm sorry, Miss Mona Lisa, I can't let this seed take root."

In the "No. 8 Fruit and Vegetable Planting Base" in the north, there is a room with an entire wall dedicated to the display of exotic plant samples, some are blue grasses shaped like rabbit ears, some are flowers like squirrel tails, some are vines that hiss like snakes, and some fungi that float like clouds—they are clinging to the ceiling at the moment, occasionally dropping two mycelium.

In the center of this bizarre scene, there are two people seated, one is Amon who is incarnated as the "Mona Lisa", and the other is a gray-haired blood man.

His name was Evan Faust, a potion

Professor, in the twilight of his life, made a major decision, and that was to convert to the Hidden Sage. Although he scoffed at his fellow converts to Mother Earth when he was younger, his mind has calmed down a lot as he grows older, and he has begun to accept the truth that the inheritance of bloodline is valuable, but why not be moved by a certain doctrine?

"It's okay, Mr. Faustus, it was just an attempt." Amon smiled a proper smile, "But please tell me why."

A table was between them, and in the center was a seed of black-faced grass, stolen from the granary of Silver City.

"In order to improve my pharmacy, I visited all kinds of plants, and I also tried to grow them and transform them." "And some plants are so proud that if you want them to grow the way you want them to, you have to satisfy their thirst."

"Thirst?"

"Yes, a more special and delicate thirst than sunshine, rain and dew, and minerals, in a way, it is like a small promotion ceremony, like pure snow water, the tears of ten thousand people, the blood of ***, the embers of the dead, the elegy of merfolk...... The Bloodline has passed these experiences down from generation to generation, and I have searched through the wisdom of my ancestors and given all kinds of conditions, but I have never been able to understand what it wants."

His artistic words give people a sense of frustration in love, but his expression is solemn.

Evan asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get this seed?"

"A land without sunlight, shrouded in darkness, covered with filth, and full of deviance."

"That's how it grows?"

"It can even grow into a crop like Inariba."

"It's amazing."

Evan looked at the seed carefully, and his brow furrowed, "This shows that it doesn't want sunshine and rain in its heart—but these two things are often the basic needs of plants, and those arrogant existences are not exempt from vulgarity......

The old blood clan's expression suddenly became extremely frightened, and this change could not escape Amon's eyes.

"What do you think?" He asked in a seductive tone.

"You just said ...... It's somewhere, it's growing?" Evan's voice suddenly became harsh. "That's right."

"It means that its thirst has been satisfied, or that some people have paid the price." Evan swallowed, "I'll assume that ...... Could it be that its indifference to the conditions I have given it is because it craves something more extreme, crazier, more tragic?"

As if he was afraid that he would be alarmist, he quickly added: "I'm just guessing, but there is no evidence."

"No, thank you for your efforts." Amon smiled slightly, "Even if it's just a guess, it's quite valuable."

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[Day 32]

Towards the end of the year, the north is becoming more and more lively, and many people come to your "chapel" to offer fresh fruits and vegetables, handicrafts, psalms in praise of you, and bouquets of bright colors. A man who had been instructed to run errands because of his strength complained to me that he would not have time to prepare your sacrifice if he continued like this.

I said it's okay, you won't blame anything for this, but he still looked very depressed, and said that he did a good job of carpentry, and the best thing was Bailu, running and jumping, standing and lying, he would do it.

Speaking of carpentry, I saw a set of matryoshka dolls in the offering—this one I saw in my father's memory, but instead of a girl with big pigtails, long eyelashes, and big eyes, it was a different animal, with a brown bear on the outer, a sea lion on the bottom, seals, foxes, rabbits, and a bird's egg on the bottom.

I think you're going to love this, you always have these gadgets on your desk.

They love you a lot.

I'm thinking about giving you some fancy gifts like they do, but whenever I want to brew some inspiration, I think of the Bloodline's ancestor

What the life said to me.

As the king of angels, my spiritual instinct told me that his guess might have guessed the point, and when he said the word "price", I remembered that my father used to say, "The gift of fate has already been secretly marked with a price."

Why does black-faced grass only grow in the soil of Silver City?

What price did the seemingly lucky Silver City pay for this "survival"?

"I don't know these people, they have nothing to do with me," I tried to tell myself, but I couldn't help but want to get to the bottom of the answer, and it was hard for me to calm down and do anything else until I did.

I'm sorry I can't prepare a gift for you, so I'll make up for this diary.

By the time you see this page, I may still be in Godforsaken Land, or I may have returned.