"This is Kane's temple." Helliben said. The head of the banshee seems to genuinely agree with Luo Jia. Even though the suppressed annoyance between his eyebrows still lingered, his tone and posture became respectful.

"Eldest sister." The banshees guarding the temple gates raised their blades in salute. The steps beneath their feet were detached in dry tan marks. Luo Jia sniffled and smelled blood. There are people, and there are unrecognizable ones.

They followed Helriben into the room, and the first thing that caught their eye was an empty altar. The unknown stone has a reddish-brown color that can only be found after repeated soaking in a large amount of blood, and exudes a fresh smell of rust. Someone had just held a blood sacrifice here. The shrine is covered with a blood-soaked tarpaulin that paints the entire temple with a dull colour.

"What a great place." Shelley looked around. Helribburn let out a low chuckle. "Your rituals are so detailed, like art."

Roga followed Shelley's eyes and noticed the difference in the marks on the altar and the details of some of the rituals it presented. The difference in the thickness and color of the blood stains is not simply random, but shows the delicate operation of the prisoner in time, type and technique. These female butchers are surgically meticulous.

In a normal day, he might appreciate this focusedness. But the material for this artwork is still ...... It's a little ahead of its time.

Unlike Roja, who had a complicated heart, Shelley had already begun to point to a dark blue piece of fresh turbidity and praise. "Let the demons and ...... It's funny that believers are bled out together. This reminds me of the traditional practice of the Silver Key School. They will kill the traitor's Patron Elves first. After baking the remaining bone fragments with an Easter candle, he slashed his neck and pulled his tongue out of the wound in his throat so that his voice would be choked out after death. This ritual has a beautiful name called the 'Chastity Seal'. ”

"Actually, it's a Fearing and his wizard master." Hurley didn't look back. "We have similar rituals, such as shoving demonic tongues into the throats of their followers so that they can no longer speak with skill."

"It's funny." Luo Jia said dryly. Shelley glanced at him, then on the decoration of the aisle, and her questions came one after another, which made Hurley a little uncomfortable.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The Techno-Priest smiled and pointed to his temple, "Lilith, she doesn't quite understand some of the deeper details of your sect, she's just a priest of a maiden god after all. ”

Luo Jia coughed violently and tugged Shelley's sleeve. He knew what the priest meant. When you eat active flesh and blood, you can also read some fragments of these animals before they were alive. Apparently, while Shelley was controlling the priestess's body in some unknown way, he also ingested Lilith's memories during her lifetime.

But is this something that can be spoken? He tugged at the other man's cuff hatefully. Desecrating the dead is taboo in so many civilizations, let alone the head of the banshees who regard death so important. He had tensed up, deciding to deal with the other man's irritation

"Ah, that's it." Helriben said lightly. The primordial's eyes widened.

Shelley smiled and touched Roga's head.

Fortunately for Luo Jia, until the three of them were led to the bedroom, Shelley did not say anything worthy of warning. The moment she opened the door, Luo Jia was glad to see the soft bed. Although the bunkers on the leeward side of the boulder do not interfere with rest, the feeling of returning to civilization is still comfortable.

The bed is exquisite, with a repeating pattern engraved on the arched frame, which is incompatible with the simple and solemn décor of the banshees. Luo Jia guessed that this was their makeshift bedroom, and that all the furniture came from a nearby mansion. After all, as far as he knew along the way, the banshee had long abandoned sleep as a form of rest. They are usually found in arenas to vent their bloodthirsty desires for refreshment, or to balance their anger in dark meditation rooms underground.

He looked left and right, resisting his desire to go to the bathroom to see if there was any hot water—at least until Hurriben was gone—and sat down at his desk. He was glad that his feet could be stepped on to the end. Until now, his height had reached the priestess's chest, which had to give the original body a subtle sense of frustration.

Shelley smiled and glanced at the table and chair that was just the right size, and his eyes swept over the corner of the table to pray for the child's health and wisdom, but did not speak.

"Two days later, at dusk, at the turn of day and night, we will set out for the city." Helriben closed the door, checked the chokehold, and went straight to the subject. "It's going well. If something happens, we'll have to wait another seven days until the next twilight. ”

"What accident?" Luo Jia frowned slightly, was it the resistance of the people in the city or the raid of the demons? His mind quickly sketched a fierce picture of a bloody battle at the city gates. "Is it dangerous?"

Helliben's expression became solemn, and after hesitating for a few moments, he still said: "It's more troublesome than that......"

The little proto's eyebrows tightened.

“…… It's permission to enter the city, and the efficiency of the bastard bureaucrats at the city hall is too ****. Helriben's face sank, and a few broken Elven words erupted.

Luo Jia opened his mouth, his expression fixed in a state of half-seriousness and half-surprise, looking at the head of the banshee with a sad face. After a while, he found his voice: "...... Why is there a town hall? ”

"Of course?" Helliben looked at him puzzled, "Bethlehem is a big trading port, and no one is handling government affairs, isn't that a mess?" Recently, the city hall has been busy with the restructuring of the household registration system after the population has increased, and it is much more difficult to get permission to enter the city, and I heard that some of them have been backlogged for several months......

"Population growth?" Luo Jia repeated, feeling like he had become a sluggish machine.

"Ah, that's right, there are so many people who have moved, and now seven out of ten seats in the council are Meng Kai - I mean human, and more than half of the remaining three seats are in the upper house-"

The original had to interrupt the banshee again: "But isn't Bethlehem destroyed?" Even the walls of the city have crumbled. That's what Narek heard. ”

Helriben nodded, and said as a matter of course, "Yes, for the Promoted. ”

"So this is fake news? Is the real reality that Bethlehem is still thriving? Luo Jia furrowed her eyebrows, recalling the desolate sight she had seen outside the city.

"Not real." Helliben corrected, "It's a reality that mortals know." ”

"No...... I don't understand what you're saying. Luo Jia looked the head of the banshee up and down, did the people of Bethlehem have Lilith's talent for metaphor and riddles? Thinking about Enid, he suddenly stopped wondering. "What is that reality?"

"Both." Helliben finally wondered, "Reality has always been twofold, mortals live in one, and those who rise to the top in another. Otherwise, how can overlapping histories move forward? ”