"Revisit." Shelley said. In the twilight light, Helriben shrugged his shoulders and handed the permission to enter the city to the guards at the inner city gates. "It's not a good place. You know, Bethlehem doesn't like me. ”

She looked a little sad. Luo Jia understands this emotion. It was once where she grew up, but it was a strange and even dangerous place. Her very existence is an intrusion into the city's good dreams.

As far as he knew, Bethlehem had now flattered their enemies by offering the queen and the old gods together to escape the curse of destruction. Helry was furious at this, but repeatedly explained to him that this was just a façade, that no Eldar would be loyal to the Queen, and that if anything, the first five ruins would have happened.

Even now, she was able to set foot in the city because of her status as Luo Jia's attendant, not as a subject. The slender permission explicitly invited the heirs of the damned, the Voice of the Gods, the first rebel and the elect of the god of the dead, titles that were half puzzling to Roga, and half he was only knowing.

Coupled with the fact that this permission was found to be nailed to the head of the bed after he woke up, it made him feel even more unpleasant to be peeped at.

There was only one guard, rubbing his eyes, and he was looking at the light. When they arrived, the guard was asleep on an old wooden table, unceremoniously picked up and shaken awake by Helburn, and could only yawn and whistle. The sound of a winch came from behind the city gate, and after a long time, the two huge doors finally opened a crack.

During these sixty-six years, not only did no other Ascender try to break in, but they all ended up being heads hanging from the inner gates. The white, deformed skulls still hang from the city gates. The wind blew, and a row of skulls gently struck each other like wind chimes.

The head of the banshee beckoned in surprise, motioning for them to follow. She herself was the first to enter the crack in the door. Luo Jia stood there and hesitated for a moment, from his angle, he just couldn't see the scene behind the door. A sense of danger crossed his mind. It was as if there was a trap behind the door that had been laid for a long time.

His hesitation soon stopped. This was not because Xiao Yuan had made up his mind, but because a hand slapped him heavily on the back of the heart, and the force was so great that Luo Jia rushed into the door. His body's instinct caused him to reach out and scratch it, but Narek pounced, perhaps to pull him backfired, and crashed into it.

"Shelley!" He struggled to raise his head from the ground, slightly annoyed at the messenger behind him. The sound came to an abrupt halt as his eyes recovered from the dizziness. The little protozoa stared blankly at the scene in front of him, almost forgetting to close his mouth.

Bethlehem came to the face.

It seems to be a condensation of light, there is no cold angle, everything is bent along the light, soft as a smile on the face of a passerby. There is no argument or indifference as far as the eye can see, and everyone seems to exude a contented temperament. A young girl carrying a fruit basket noticed the two men rolling in a mess, tilted her head in confusion, and held out a hand to him.

Luo Jia looked at the hand hanging in the air, hesitated to shake it, and was dragged up. The girl threw dust off him, took a fruit from the basket and stuffed it into his hand. The fruit is round and plump, so large that it is difficult for a small protophyllum to hold in one hand.

Before he could thank him, the girl was caught off guard and pinched his face, turned around and disappeared into the crowd with a smile. Luo Jia held the fruit in his hand, instinctively took a bite, and the cool juice flowed into his mouth, sweeter than anything he had ever eaten. In the distance, the pearl-white buildings droop from the bright silk curtains. When a gust of wind blows, the drapery flutters with it, as if blowing through a wet oil painting waiting to dry, and the colors are so rich that they blend with each other.

"Welcome to Bethlehem." Helburn said, pulling him to the side of the road. A horse-drawn carriage galloped by, the aroma of sweet wine and flowers, and the sound of laughter along the way. "How's it going here?"

"I haven't seen a better place than this." Luo Jia said dreamily.

"The tavern over there is a good lookout." Narek said.

"Do you feel at home?" Shelley walked over slowly and asked Helribburn. She could have said it more obviously, but now at least she wouldn't attract the city's hostility.

"Nope." The head of the banshee sighed, "I can't say anything different, but it shouldn't be. Over here...... It's too human. At the end of the day, I don't really remember what it was, maybe Lilith did, but she never told me. ”

"At least not ...... Oh, it's so exquisitely done. Shelley's gaze slid over the nearest drapery depicting the serpentine goddess and landed on the elaborate statues of roadside stalls. The front one is about the height of a palm, the scales of the snake's tail are delicately carved, and the upper body shows obvious sexual characteristics. Helliben followed her gaze, and her face changed instantly.

"You wouldn't want to buy this, would you?" She burst out of her teeth with a few breath sounds, and the corners of her eyes twitched.

Shelley deliberately lengthened his voice. "Why not? I think that's perfect as a decoration, right? She walked over and crouched down and began to bargain with the stall owner. The stall owner was carving the new piece in his hand and accepted the bargain with a smile. Luo Jia took a step to the side, a little further away from Helburn, who had already begun to grit his teeth.

The haggling seems to be going well. Shelley picked up the sculpture and turned around, spreading his hand to Helribburn. "Did you bring any money?" She asked rightfully with Lilith's soft face. Luo Jia covered her face, not wanting to see the expression of the head of the banshee again. He was suddenly glad that he had left all the banshees in the temple out of precaution when he came.

Maybe it's out of some kind of self-esteem toward one's fellow citizens, or maybe the control of the war mask is really outstanding. Hurry Ben ended up paying for Shelley. And the latter seems to have no sense of gratitude. Luo Jia tugged at the corners of her clothes, but she still didn't stop her from shouting to the banshee leading the way in front: "I don't think there's any need to be in such a hurry, why don't you take us to see your hometown?" ”

By admiration, she was obviously referring to the drapery, statues and even paintings of the almost ubiquitous theme of the Insatiable Queen on the streets. Hurley didn't look back, and walked faster.

As they progressed deeper into the city, the worship of the queen became more and more exaggerated. Luo Jia saw temples large and small, masked priests sweeping the courtyards, and the strong smell of incense gushing from the doorway. A half-discarded white statue stood in the center of the fountain, her mutilated arms gushing out of clear water and falling into a pool of marble water with floating petals. The sound of laughter and music from nowhere rose into the sky, and it seemed that they were out of place in a group of cold or indifferent people.

"The Sanctuary of the Three Kings has arrived." Helribburn finally stopped. In fact, without her introduction, Luo Jia also saw that the destination of their trip was in front of him. Bright white spirit bones and large flower windows stacked a light structure that defy gravity, and the scorching red and cold white inlaid on the spire almost dripped down the graceful arc. The twilight of the stars falls thinly on the many gemstones, and the refracted light makes the area as bright as noon. This is where the identification of the Eternal King takes place.

Many, many people gathered around this indescribably magnificent church, craning their necks eagerly, like hangers desperate for death. Luo Jia's childlike stature allowed him to see what was ahead of him beyond everyone's heads. He took Lanarik's hand and asked him to pick him up. Just then, a voice interrupted him.

The voice was as thick as a bell, with the usual lowness of a preacher, and it went straight into everyone's heart. "The children of Bethlehem, the children blessed by the stars, the sons of the Queen! Are you not blessed? You have your own parents and bloodlines, but who was not born from the warmth and humidity of the Queen's womb? ”

People were clamoring in agreement. The people in front of the temple seemed to make a gesture, and they quickly fell silent.

"I've heard that some gossip is spreading today. Some people claim to have encountered ghosts, and there are funny and strange plays in the theater during the day, and they are not recorded in any script. Some say they dream of whispering deceased. Probably the most prevalent is the prophecy that claims that the last Eternal King will return. ”

"Yes, I am as familiar with that prophecy as you are. The Three Wise Men, who came from the place where the sun was rising, saw the rising star in Bethlehem and went to present the crown to the Eternal King. And I ask, are you living happily? Are your days sweet? You already have infinite peace, so why do you ask for miracles? ”

Luo Jia turned his head sharply to look at Helriben. He realized that the comer was not good, and that the speaker was afraid that he wanted to make himself a heretic, and that it was all a trap, and even the head of the banshees was one of them. But when he saw the latter, he was also shocked, and dismissed this idea. He could feel the anger and anxiety of the other party, which could not be disguised.

His shoulders slumped. Behind him, Shelley reached out and pressed it firmly on his shoulders and the banshee. There was a vague smile on her lips.

"Be quiet." She squirmed her lips slightly. "The show is about to begin.

"If any of you come to me and ask your Eternal King, behold, there he is!" The speaker suddenly raised his voice. As if pushed by an invisible force, people carved out a path between him and Luo Jia. The little protoplasma also finally saw the spokesperson. The latter was unexpectedly young, his dark hair neatly tied under the pink crown, and a pair of smart eyes on his ruddy face stared at him, as if he could see through the soul beneath the skin.

"Look at the boy, his golden skin and his extraordinary spirit! You look at it carefully, and tell me, what miracle is there in him? Think about your daily life, your daily diet, and tell me! ”

The crowd let out an overwhelming roar, and a pair of shining eyes turned to Luo Jia.