Fairy’s Box

After the indigenous girl brought them into the city, she knew that her arms could not twist her thighs, and she did not let the guards accompany them, so she was alone, with dozens of top leaders in the Celtic military region, to the place where the indigenous leaders lived.

After a cliché, Yale learned that the girl's name was Ardustogne, the standard name of the nobles of Polis, the seventh daughter of the chief and city lord Smedis, and the whole family believed in the ancient Zoroas. Germanism.

Zoroastrianism, the religion of the whole nation before Polis was fully controlled by Catholicism, worships fire, light, and the sun, and believes that Ahura Mazda is the only, highest, uncreated Lord God of Light. Opposes the main **** of darkness and evil, Angela Manuel, and believes that evil constantly invades the world, corrupts morality, and opposes the good god.

Believers believe in the duality of good and evil, and that all things in the world are connected by cause and effect. The dead will go to heaven or **** after being judged, and the treatment is eternal life in the paradise of the gods and torture of eternal flames.

This sect was tamed by the King of Kings of Polis from the very beginning, attached to the secular regime, and believed that the will of the gods was announced through the emperor. In other words, the King of Kings in Polis at that time was far from the pustule at the mercy of others.

But none of this matters, the most important thing is that in this sect's theory, inbreeding is holy!

The tribal leader Smedis, who believes in this sect, is naturally a practitioner of this theory. Aldustogne is the daughter of him and his biological sister - brother, brother, sister, sister, and thigh series.

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The silver brilliance covered the ground with a veil, and the reflections of everyone were elongated by the moonlight, dragging diagonally across the walls of the houses beside the road. The large and small cisterns in the city reflected the quiet moonlight, and the water surface shimmered with bright white waves, shaking slightly in the direction of the slope. They are connected to each other through stone pipes, and the gurgling water is connected together, and finally flows to the largest water storage well in the city.

In this desert oasis, it is undoubtedly a very magnificent scene, which symbolizes a higher degree of civilization.

At least in the eyes of Yalei and the others, the various facilities in the Tamina tribe are already at the level of city-state civilization, far exceeding their impression of drinking blood before they came.

The houses in the city are distributed inwards along the circular road according to the position of the cistern. superior.

Large and small buildings are of a unified style, with square, upright, and straight shapes, focusing on dignity and coordination. If you magnify them a hundred times on the basis of them, you can almost reproduce the momentum of the Polis Empire. Unfortunately, changing the building materials from stone to wood, coupled with an overly miniature physique, combined with this solemn and grand style, has a nondescript twist.

"Walking here, I feel like I'm in Polis."

"People here worship fire and light, and it feels like us."

"Those stone altars along the road should be where the holy fire is lit."

The crowd followed behind Aldustogne and walked down the slope. After seeing the scenery along the way, they couldn't help but whisper. After learning that the Tamina tribe worships fire and light, they also have a little bit of affection in their hearts. After all, Rosevians also revere the eternal fire that symbolizes fire and light.

Aldustoigne walked in the front, and when he heard their discussion, his eyebrows raised slightly, as if he was very proud of everyone's affirmation.

At the end of the city road, at the bottom of the basin, on the edge of the huge cistern, stands a stone building that looks between the palace and the temple.

Looking down along the **** of the slope, you can see that the plan of the building is roughly square, the roof is round, and the house is surrounded by corridors with vaults. Two stone platforms with a height of nine feet stand in front of the gate, and the "sacred fire" burning in front of the temple can be seen from a distance.

Walking to the square stone door of the vault, a strong scent of oil blows on the face, giving people a feeling of enlightenment. The source of the fragrance is just below the stone altar, and it should be a special oil that releases a lot of refreshing fragrance when burned.

In front of the palace gate, they happened to meet an old man dressed in white with a pattern of wings on his clothes.

"The High Priest."

The indigenous girl hurriedly put her hands together and saluted.

"Princess Aldustoigne, you are so late with these..."

The high priest glanced at the people in "exotic costumes", with a stiff smile on his face, his dissatisfaction immediately overflowed: "What's going on with these outsiders, the sacred altar is not open to them, don't you understand?"

"I know very well... but this group of people is very unreasonable, and their strength is very strong. If they want to see their father, they will use force." The indigenous girl explained with a bitter face.

"How strong?" The priest quickly put away his dissatisfied expression.

Although they live in the desert, they are not isolated from the world, and they even rely on the official breath and support to pass the torch. Otherwise, Catholic believers all over the southern border can burn them alive.

"The weakest one is stronger than me, much stronger."

There was a trace of unwillingness in Aldustogne's eyes, and he said dejectedly.

"The Almighty Ahura is above..."

The high priest counted their number, and the whole person suddenly persuaded her to half, tremblingly told her: "Don't offend them, the etiquette must be complete, I now... go to inform the king now."

After he finished speaking, he ran back to the palace with a gust of wind. People who are over a hundred years old can run no slower than young people at this moment.

Yale and the others couldn't understand the local dialect, and the guide who knew the local dialect didn't think it was necessary, so he didn't speak.

So everyone only saw an old man come out and say a few words to Aldustoigne, and then ran away quickly, lamenting that the people here don't know how to respect the old and love the young, but let an old man do errands.

"Father is inside. If you want to see him, come in."

The aboriginal girl didn't even turn her head to finish speaking, she quickened her pace and walked into the palace on her own.

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The size of the palace is similar to that of the Celtic Governor's Palace. The walls are decorated with stucco or inlays with carved patterns, the corridors are interspersed with conical brick pillars, the ground is the original wooden floor, and the utensils are mostly gold products. .

On the stone throne, the city lord Smedis, who received the message from the high priest, smiled and entertained everyone warmly. Not only did he instruct his servants to bring rattan seats, but also a lot of melons, fruits and drinks.

Everyone was sitting on rattan chairs, holding wooden bowls and melons and fruits in their hands, and they were a little overwhelmed by such a warm welcome.

"Dear guests, you have worked tirelessly to cross the desert and come to Bicheng from afar to buy supplies?" Smedis knew that the visitors were not good, so he asked knowingly.