"The Goddess of Night, the Mother Earth, the God of Storms... the holy symbols of the six righteous gods, and..."
Anderson checked the badge patterns on the doors one by one, with surprise in his eyes, "Why is there one more?"
Agnes stared closely at the symbols and patterns she had never seen before, and couldn't help but frown.
It was a pattern like a door and an overturned round cup. Endless waves and flower-like things rushed out of it, flowing to an unexplored place.
Edwina looked at several patterns thoughtfully and said nothing.
For a moment, everyone was silent, and there was no sound in the entire hall except for the breathing of a few people.
"Go in and take a look?" After an unknown amount of time, Anderson finally spoke and broke the silence.
"Which one shall we enter?" Spasnerecki asked aloud.
"The holy symbols of different gods must represent different things behind the door," Anderson chuckled and said aloud, "Everyone must have different judgments in their hearts, hey, they may not necessarily be willing to tell others... ..”
"In some taboo knowledge that I know..." Agnes suddenly spoke up, paused again, and said before Edwina spoke, "Six Gods once had a relationship with Trunsoest The dynasty was closely related, and the attitude of the great nobles of the Fourth Age towards the gods may not be respectful enough in our eyes today.”
"What level of disrespect?" Anderson asked cheerfully.
"Want to know?" Agnes glanced at him, raised her eyebrows, and said softly, "That will cost some extra money."
"Forget it," Anderson said, shrugging, "I may not be able to afford that 'price'."
"So which door should we go through first?" Spasnerecki repeated his voice louder than he could bear.
"Maybe except for the last one, there are no more fundamental differences," Agnes said in a calm voice. She paused for a while and then glanced at Oakfa again. "I want to go with the one with the Holy Emblem of the Mother Earth first." Look inside the door."
Spasnerecki seemed to be subconsciously surprised, and then reacted the next moment.
"To be honest, Ms. Boethia, you are as serious as a Loen most of the time." A smile appeared on his face. "I almost forgot that you are from Fenebor."
"We can't let stereotypes replace our perceptions," Agnes said with a shrug.
"It makes sense." Spasnerecki nodded and said, "I choose the door with the emblem of the God of War."
"I'm with Miss Boethia." Okfa said without hesitation.
"I choose the one with the sacred emblem of knowledge and wisdom." Edwina said.
Anderson's expression suddenly became a little strange, with a hint of depression that was hard to see.
"I feel excluded," he muttered in an almost inaudible voice, "Obviously it's just partiality..."
"So which door do you want to go to?" Agnes couldn't help but curl her lips and looked at him and asked.
"'Storm Lord'," Anderson sighed and said, "I've become more or less convinced since I came to sea."
Agnes smiled and ignored it. She walked to the door with the sacred emblem of the Mother Earth painted on it.
A simple baby symbol surrounded by wheat symbols, flower symbols and spring water symbols has an indescribable sense of solemnity on the tall black stone door with hack-like patterns, and is similar to the flowers that accompany most cities in Feneport. The emblem of Mother Earth engraved on the church wall gives people a completely different feeling.
Agnes stretched out her hand and pressed it on the heavy stone door.
"Shall we go in directly?" Okfa asked behind Agnes.
"Of course," Agnes nodded, "Or maybe pray to the Mother Goddess first?"
Okfa didn't speak anymore, but stretched out his hand in front of his chest and made a prayer gesture.
Agnes couldn't help but laugh, her hands moving without any pause.
She exerted a little force, a harsh and heavy friction sound was heard, and the black stone door slowly opened back.
The scenes inside unfolded bit by bit in Agnes's eyes.
Like the most common prayer room in a church, the first thing that caught Agnes's eyes was an open space several meters long and wide, paved with wheat-colored slates, and then a platform nearly one meter high.
On the platform is a white stone sculpture four to five meters high. It is a plump and soft lady with ears of wheat growing on the soles of her feet, surrounded by spring water. Her clothes are flowing freely, with various herbs and flowers inserted, and the figures of different animals are depicted. image.
The lady's chest is swollen high. She holds a scepter wrapped around two snakes in one hand, and holds a cute baby hidden in swaddling clothes in the other arm. The whole thing is holy and dignified.
"This is blasphemy!" Okefa's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger, "This is blasphemy!"
Agnes said nothing, her eyes rested on the scepter entwined with two snakes held by the statue, and she felt an uncontrollable sense of disobedience in her heart.
Perhaps because this element was not reflected in the holy symbol, Agnes subconsciously found a reason in her heart that she could not agree with.
The two paths of cultivator and pharmacist are undoubtedly biased towards life, but there are definitely obvious differences in concrete terms. Generally speaking, cultivators prefer the fertility of the earth, while pharmacists undoubtedly prefer the vitality and spirituality of living creatures.
In these two sequences, the ability to heal is more like a means derived from a more essential ability, rather than a more essential feature of the path.
Perhaps this is why this element is not represented on the Holy Symbol?
Agnes thought with some uncertainty. She always felt that she should know more, but she still had no clue.
"This is blasphemy!" Okefa's anger still hadn't subsided, and his voice interrupted Agnes's thoughts.
"I thought you were ready after your last exploration." Agnes glanced at him and said in a calm voice.
Okfa fell silent, looked at Agnes, and opened his mouth, but did not say anything.
Agnes's gaze paused on the open space closer to the balcony, and the tiny black spots under one eye were floating and falling.
"The top of the sequence has an almost decisive influence on the lower levels of the sequence," an unknown voice sounded in Agnes's ears. "So are there any special circumstances that can make the lower levels of the sequence have a decisive influence on the top of the sequence?" Have an impact?"
"No possibility," said the other voice, sounding cold and unceremonious, "unless what appears to be at the bottom of the sequence is actually at the higher top."
The two voices disappeared completely, and the white stone sculptures remained holy and dignified.
But in the complete open space on one side of Agnes' field of vision, a pair of eyes that were almost completely hidden in the dim halo flashed across her other side of the field of vision, opening their eyes like a saint towards the lost lamb. The compassion in his arms seemed to be a kind of extreme sorrow that almost hit his face.
"Let's go," Agnes said, "it seems there are only statues here."
