Narek picks up a rafter that stands in the way, and it's also a mud-stained white. Luo Jia poked with the tip of the dagger, realizing that it was abnormally hard, but it could not withstand the erosion of wind and rain and the gnawing of insects and ants and collapsed.

Luo Jia looked at the collapsed building on the side of the road, attracted by its strange structure. Compared to the various houses he knew and saw, it was built more like ...... The physiology of some unknown creature. The structure of an unknown material is as vertical and horizontal as a skeleton, with almost no angles, sleek and gentle to support the entire building, covered with a light covering.

As far as the eye can see, many buildings have even been built with only basic skeletons, covered with tattered fabrics. Narek stepped forward and lifted a piece, and the brightly colored curtain was reduced to ashes in his hands.

They chose a path forward. The air smells of dust and dust, but it is not disturbing, and it is much more refreshing than the hot air outside the city. But for no reason, Luo Jia felt a deep uneasiness, as if all cognition had deviated a little in this city.

More embroidered drapery appeared in front of them, fluttering gently in the wind, and the slender words on them resembled the stick figures of children, bearing no resemblance to anything Luo Jia knew.

Language, the earliest weapon of human resistance to time and ignorance. Shelley had told the Primordials that humanity had originated on the same planet and traveled across the galaxy in ships similar to theirs, seeding their civilization on barren planets. In general, the language they originally used inevitably evolves from generation to generation, but it is difficult to be reborn into a completely unfamiliar form.

Some of the images on the embroidered drapery can still be recognized, probably some heroic battles and mythological stories, Luo Jia was fascinated and walked straight forward.

He saw a silent king on a throne, the endless flames burning beside him, and he saw warriors with bloody hands, and weeping girls, and the sorrow almost infected him. Then he realized that these draperies, along with the different architectures and even the angles from which the scenery was viewed, were combined to depict the story in it, to express a certain emotion that could not be conveyed in a single picture.

Luo Jia carefully recalled what he had seen, and found that the placement of the embroidered curtains followed a certain mysterious law, expressing a certain philosophy in the fluctuations of the viewer's emotions. Even viewers who are completely alien to the language and culture can understand some emotions.

The art of turning a city of day and night into a work of art is unheard of and almost worthless, and it would take countless hours to do so. The young primordial was stunned. Where did they suck this inspiration and obsession on the dry Colchice? And what is it that supports their senseless behavior?

"Because the highest perfection is the way of my people." A clear voice sounded suddenly. Narek, who was silently following behind him, jerked up his sword. In the building in front of her, decorated with twig patterns and precious stones, a young girl slowly walked out, as if a bright-eyed girl holding a golden cup on an embroidered curtain at her side stepped down from the scroll.

"Don't be nervous, wanderer." She was calm, "The strength of our clan has long since declined along with its reputation. She held out a hand to Luo Jia: "Young King, I have heard of your reputation, and now I feel your doubts, if you have time, why not come to the temple for a while?" ”

Roga looked the girl up and down twice, pursed her lips and took a step back, returning to Narek two paces away. "You called out our names and heard my thoughts. But we don't know your heart and name, isn't that a bit rude? ”

The girl pursed her lips and smiled. "Don't get me wrong, it's not me who is listening, it's your voice that is loud and loud, as strong as the light you flicker in the other world. Like your companion, his heart is hard to fathom. She gestured to the motionless Narek, unconcerned, towards the tip of her sword.

"Call me Lilith if you want, it's not my real name, but it's the mask I'm wearing today."

Luo Jia imitated the expression of Victor in his memory, and his tone was cold. "Even overt deception is probably not as good as humble honesty."

"I have no intention of annoying you, Young King. But our name and surname were cursed by the enemy at the time of the fall of Bethlehem, and once she spoke, she would know it. If I say it easily, it will only satisfy her eternal hunger and thirst, and feed her body. ”

Lilith smiled calmly. And it's not all deception. Although the old gods of our people have fallen, their bodies still shadow the surviving people. I wore the face of Isha's daughter, the master of wealth and dreams, the maiden goddess Lilith, whose flame of life burned in my body. ”

Her hand, dangling in the air, reached forward. "Now, will you come with me?"

Luo Jia stared at her as harshly as he could for a moment, then nodded.

The interior of the temple is simple and elegant, with little to nothing but a statue of Lilith. The flames in the shrine burned, and Lilith introduced it as a symbol of Asuyan, the father of the gods. There will be one in all temples as a sign of respect for the god-king, and there will be two in the temples where the god-king himself is worshipped. In addition, the shrine in the temple of Kane, the god of war, was to be covered with a blood-soaked cloth.

"I have nothing left after my clan withered, which makes you laugh." Lilith poured water for them, and Roga noticed that the cup was also white and dense, and it was cool and light to touch, even giving him the illusion of resembling a living thing.

Lilith sat across from them, as if she had seen the Original's confusion. "You've seen a lot of this material, we're calling it a wraithbone, and legend has it that it was coagulated from the blood of a giant serpent, and some scholars claim that it's nothing more than a solidified energy. Our craftsmen urge them to grow with an unheard song, to shape them into the shape we need, and that's it. ”

"I've never heard of anything like this, not even my well-informed companion." Roga said, kicking Narek without a trace, and motioning with his eyes for him to agree.

The Grail Knight seemed to understand something, and the hand holding the sword was raised again, and Roga slammed it on his wrist, squeezing out a smile at Lilith.

Lilith smiled back. "Our people have always closed their doors, and many of our compatriots do not think that the outside world is worthy of leaving any traces beyond legends. Neither the worship nor the slander of others has ever touched the truth. ”

She sighed softly, "I deeply regret it, but these are no longer important. Our city within a city will never return, leaving us and the rest of the dead to mourn its remnants. The overly clear eyes lifted up and stared at Luo Jia's.

"Would you like to hear how Bethlehem fell sixty-six years ago?"