Early morning prayers ring out in the lake capital, praising the light of the Lord God. The curling smoke rises into the sky, changing into mysterious shapes, telling signs of the gods.
After chatting for a while, Shulot exited his grandfather's bedroom. He raised his head, stood in the vast high priest's palace, and looked at the cloudy sky. The fate of mortals is like the drifting smoke, scattered into the sky of the great era, and from now on it cannot be controlled independently...
After a few breaths, the young king smiled calmly. He glanced at Bertard and Naxiu, who were standing on both sides, and ordered in a deep voice.
"Let's go to the prison of the priesthood and judge the fate of the rebels!"
"Do your will!"
Under the protection of dozens of imperial guards, Xiulote walked out of the high priest's mansion in two steps without stopping. The group of people walked in the direction of the great temple and arrived at the prison of the priesthood for a quarter of an hour.
The prison of the priesthood is located in the center of the temple area, in the temple of the sinful god, very close to the large temple where the ceremony is held. The people held in this prison are all divine sacrifices scheduled for the Great Temple Ceremony, and are precious gifts to be presented to the gods. Therefore, the prison was very tightly guarded, with hundreds of temple warriors guarding the inside and outside.
Seeing the approaching flag, a middle-aged priest wearing a feather crown hurriedly walked out of the temple. He had high cheekbones, a gloomy and stern expression, and horrific tattoos on his cheeks, which made people shudder. It wasn't until he saw Shulot that a smile appeared on his cold face and he bowed his head in salute.
"The Lord God bless you! My lord, the sect leader, greets you!"
"God bless you! Chief Priest Yao Ke greets you!"
Shulot returned the favor with a smile, his expression was gentle and his words were quite polite.
Although the middle-aged priest in front of him is only the fourth-level chief priest, he comes from a long-standing priest family. Yao means fighting and hostility, and is an important branch of the Ares priests. They have managed prisons for generations and are responsible for guarding captives for sacrifice. They serve the gods wholeheartedly and have a relatively independent status. With the expansion of the influence of the high priest group, Yao Ke's position as chief priest has become more and more important, which can be compared to the Sikou in ancient China.
The two exchanged a few greetings and then got down to business. Chief Priest Yao Ke looked solemn and spoke in a deep voice.
"Dear Priest of the Shulot Sect, many prisoners of war and rebels who were sentenced to sacrifice have always been imprisoned in the prison of the God of Sin. Recently, the high priests severely punished the rebel nobles of Tlacopan and escorted them one after another. Hundreds of divine sacrifices... I don’t know, which one do you want to visit?”
"Dear Chief Priest Yao Ke, I came here this time to visit Gulamo, the leader of the Zicao Clan, a rebel noble from the Western Kingdom."
Shulot's expression didn't change, and he clenched his hands silently.
"Oh, Gulamo! It's the one who transferred from the Kingdom's Secret Guard not long ago. That guy, that guy..."
Having said this, Chief Priest Yao Ke frowned and hesitated to speak. After a few breaths, he shook his head slightly.
"Master Priest of the Sect, let me take you to see it myself!"
"Um?"
Shulot raised his brows, thoughtfully. He asked the guards to guard outside the temple, and took only Bertard and Naxiu with him, following the chief priest Yao Ke, and walked into the prison.
As soon as he entered the prison, the strong smell of blood and sweat hit his nostrils, making him feel dizzy. There are many small and sturdy stone bars in the prison, and they are all packed at the moment, filled with dusty male nobles. Some of them looked numb, some showed despair, some whispered in fear, some roared in anger, and a few of them remained calm and unruffled.
Seeing Chief Priest Yao Ke come in, the nobles in the stone fence suddenly became excited. Many people gathered in front of the stone fence, begged loudly, and swore in the name of the Lord God, promising various benefits.
"Master Priest, these are the nobles from Tlacopan."
Chief Priest Yao Ke turned his head slightly and explained. Then, with a stern look on his face, he glanced hard at the sacrifice whose fate had already been determined, and then took the lead to go deeper.
Seeing the indifferent chief priest of the prison, the nobles in the stone fence became more desperate and even hysterical. Someone recognized Shulot's identity and shouted loudly. Soon, crazy curses sounded in the stone fence, mixed with vicious curses against the high priest.
Shulot listened for a moment, and murderous intent arose in his heart. His face was ashen, he clenched the obsidian dagger at his waist, glanced at the dying noble sacrifice, and slowly suppressed his murderous intent. The warriors guarding the prison yelled loudly and used blunt wooden sticks to poke hard into the stone fence, and the almost crazy nobles stopped for a moment.
Chief Priest Yao Ke is used to seeing things everywhere and keeps walking. He opened the dungeon further inside the prison, walked down calmly, and finally stopped at a blood-stained stone railing, pointing at the skinny figure huddled in the corner of the stone railing.
"Sir, the leader of the clan, this is Gulamo, the leader of the Zicao clan."
"Thank you, Chief Priest Yao Ke."
Shulot nodded in greeting. Then, with a deep gaze, he looked at the person in the corner through the dim torch in the dungeon. The other person hugged his legs and lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly.
"Please open the stone fence, I want to interrogate you personally."
"I obey you."
Chief Priest Yao Ke waved his hand, and two prison guards stepped forward and unlocked the sisal rope on the outside of the stone fence. Then, the two guards used their strength at the same time to open the heavy prison door. Afterwards, Chief Priest Yao Ke looked solemn, pointed at the sacrifices in the stone fence, and solemnly reminded.
"Master Priest of the Sect, please be careful during the interrogation. When the alliance secret guard sent the person here, he told the prison that the sacrifice was extremely skilled in martial arts, had consumed too much holy water, and was in a state of complete madness... In other words , this is a pure humanoid beast that has not withstood the test and has its soul destroyed by divine power."
"Too much holy water? A humanoid beast..."
Hearing this, Shulot's heart sank. Later, he expressed his gratitude to Chief Priest Yao Ke.
"Dear Chief Priest Yao Ke, Gulamo is the mastermind behind my assassination. I want to interrogate him alone for a while."
"I obey you."
Chief Priest Yao Ke nodded clearly. He took the guard with him and retreated a dozen steps away. Xuelote then led Bertard into the narrow stone fence, while Naxiu was on guard at the door.
Hearing the noise, the huddled figure in the stone fence suddenly raised its head. He looked firmly at the leader, Shulot, with fierce eyes, like a crazy beast.
Shulot held the dagger in his hand tightly, his eyes seemed to be burning. He silently looked at the figure on the ground without saying a word. Although the other party's face was pale, his expression ferocious, and his face was thin and thin, his handsome appearance and eyebrows that resembled those of Medina still proved his identity without a doubt.
"Gu... La... Mo..."
Shulot said one word at a time, and slowly spit out three words from his chest. The flames of anger rose in his chest, making his face boil with murderous intent. He once again thought of the beautiful withered rose, and also of the deep kiss and parting near death...
After a while, he looked into Gulamo's eyes and spoke coldly with the pleasure of revenge.
"Gulamo, do you regret it now?"
"Hehe, hehe, hehehe..."
Hearing the sound, Gulamo stared at it for a moment, then suddenly grinned and laughed. His voice was hoarse and ugly, like that of a dying drake. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, widened his eyes, and screamed wildly at the person in front of him.
"Holy water, holy water, give me holy water! Hehe, hehe, hehehe..."
