"Look what we encountered." Roma said to Yasukawa, "The remains of the forerunners?"
"Perhaps it is a necessary element for changing jobs." The instructor taught her to step back honestly. "The temple of the nature elves is more grand, but the tree shepherd is much worse. But we have to make do with it. Here, sit down among them. .”
To be honest, this place can hardly be called a temple. There was a layer of non-slip hay on the ground, and the innermost part was covered with thick yellow rattan. Both gave off a musty smell. The walls have been polished and engraved with tiny ancient magic inscriptions; there is a puddle the size of a fish tank on the left hand side. The water in it is quite clear, but there are no fish or aquatic plants. Even if this place is not very qualified as a temple, these settings are still better than the two weird heads facing each other.
Roma climbed onto the stone platform. The tentacles were still slippery and sticky, but she didn't find anything left in her palms. She felt queasy at this. Even those two heads couldn't make her feel uncomfortable.
At this moment, the two heads are right in front of you, fixed on two stone pillars to prevent them from slipping. The closer head belonged to a woman, but Roma could not tell her ethnicity. Under the long hair that has not completely fallen off, her facial features are still relatively intact. On his cracked face, his two eyes shriveled like dried grapes. There was not a single tooth in her hollow mouth, and her tongue was split in the middle like a slender gift ribbon.
Even though I don't know how many years have passed, she still maintained the frightened look before her death. Roma watched closely until Yasukawa stopped him. "What are you doing?" he yelled. "Don't get so close to them."
"What are these two heads?" she asked.
"Didn't you tell me everything? It's just two heads." The instructor didn't want to explain.
"But they're in Heather's temple!"
"Well, let me explain that your trial by fire has something to do with them. Does that make you feel better?"
Absolutely not. His concerns were indeed correct, and Roma began to regret her search for the root cause. She stared at the dry eyes of the head uneasily, "I don't need to touch them, do I?"
"You have no right to touch it. Okay, don't be nagging. Go sit on the stone platform. Use your best patience, Roma, you have to wait until the sun goes down."
Hearing that there was still half a day before the strange ceremony, Roma was slightly relieved. She carefully walked around the woman's head, and even though every support point was so smooth that it could make people lose their balance, she did not let the corner of her clothes rub a single fragile hair. If you look at the degree of decay of the muscles and bones, the texture of the hair is actually too fresh relatively speaking. But since this is Heather's temple, it is common sense that there are mysteries that defy common sense.
She quickly focused on the second head. This is the head of an old man. The wrinkles on its face are deeper and more numerous than cracks and slits, and there are also large pieces of skin peeling off. A gray linen cloth was wrapped around the head so that Roma could not determine the gender of its owner. Mystery manifests itself in it. However, deep down in his heart, the little lion vaguely felt a strange omen. It pointedly told her that this head was an old woman's life. Where do my feelings come from?
The wind poured into the cave through the cracks, making a miserable sound. She originally made up her mind not to sit down, but just hugged her knees and squatted on the stone platform, but the sore lower limbs soon shook her will. In the process of climbing to the high ground, the instructor still strictly urged Roma to practice bow shooting and string control. Any branch longer than half an arm was ejected down the hillside without exception, and none of the arrows in Roma's backpack moved. She could swear that this was the most intense training she had ever experienced, and it seemed like every oily rubber plant was working against her. When the little lion reached the top of the plateau exhausted, she could barely move her limbs.
Climbing down the mountain gap used up the last of Roma's strength and courage. She felt that there was no need to abuse her body because of the sudden psychological mysophobia. Roma finally sat down, and the relief that followed made her drowsy.
She quickly fell into a dream: the stone walls were twisted, the ground was sunken, and endless honey poured into the narrow temple from the entrance of the cave, as if this was not a temple but a honey pot. The two heads were covered with syrup, and hot chocolate gradually flowed out of the hollow nose and ears, all the way to her feet; the puddles kept spitting out hot steam, as if someone was setting the jars on the fire to bake. Roma jumped up and aimed at a hanging vine. She hoped that she could use her strength to rise higher, but she didn't expect that the branches were too slippery and she fell heavily to the ground.
"Teacher!" Roma woke up with a start, only to find that her head had hit a stone.
She got no response, and Yasukawa seemed to leave the temple. This startled her greatly. The little lion tried to climb down from the stone platform, but Windrunner emerged from the curtain of shadow and stopped her.
"What are you doing?" He then laughed at himself: "Don't you think I've asked this question many times? Oh, I really don't understand what you little brats are thinking in your heads all day long."
"I fell asleep." She said matter-of-factly.
"Have you ever dreamed of becoming a Windrunner?"
"I dreamed that I was soaked in honey and felt incredibly sick."
"Well, some sweet dreams are uncomfortable for you. I brought lunch, do you want to try it?"
"You went hunting?" Roma waited honestly on the stone platform for her mentor to approach, but she watched helplessly as the mentor grabbed a handful of blueberries from his pocket. "What?" She was confused and didn't reach out to pick it up.
"Fire is not allowed in the temple, and cooked meat is even more sacrilegious. These fruits are delicious enough." Anchuan took out apples, chestnuts, and even a few olives. "Want some hot sauce? I still have some here."
There was no meat and no sauce was off-putting to her. "I am a lion." Roma protested, "How can I not eat meat? There is a fire trial next, and I must eat enough to pass. Why don't you let me finish my lunch before coming up?"
The instructor was unmoved. "First of all, the fruit can fill you up." He put down the food, turned around and walked back to the temple gate. "Secondly, it's good for the ritual to keep the fire and mind clean. If your lunch contains meat, we'll have to come back tomorrow."
"It's natural for lions to eat meat." She didn't agree with this statement, "The goddess won't say anything."
"Yes, the law of the jungle is Heather's law, and hunting is also a way to respect life...but the tree herders don't do that. In the temple where you lions worship the forest goddess, she will be happy to accept meat sacrifices."
And this is the temple of the tree shepherd. Roma had to take a bite of the apple. She wondered if the Lionmen had Heather's church in the grasslands. Larson once told her in class that most lions believe in Surt, the god of wisdom and fire, and there are few followers of Heather. Roma's beliefs stem from her mother's beliefs, which are not orthodox in the eyes of most lions. "I want the ceremony to begin now."
Yasukawa eats a blueberry. He understood that the little lion didn't want a response, but needed someone to listen to her complaints.
"Things always don't go as planned." Roma said gloomily. "Why do I have to stay behind these two heads for a whole day? Time is obviously very tight."
"I don't see any urgency in you."
"I want to find Aiken, and then cause trouble for the blood descendants. Finally, I want to get rid of Ronald and go to the grassland. Aren't these things enough?"
"When it comes to the next plan, I have different opinions." Yaskawa said.
And Roma knew what he was going to say. "I have to do this," she told him. "My friend is waiting for me to get her son back." Now she really hoped it wasn't a lie.
"If she was really your friend, she would never ask for help from a brat like you. The involvement here is beyond what a tower apprentice can bear. Well, I guess neither can the lady who entrusted you with this task. Understand the difference. Honestly, she probably didn't even think about asking you for help. You asked for it, right? I can see that. But either way, she should say no to you."
There are many people rejecting her these days, from Larson to Manet, even Mystery and Order are waiting to see her. Going even further, most of the Destiny Assembly refused to let her become an apprentice. "Luckily she didn't," Roma replied defiantly. Lies come out of your throat without thinking.
"Kid," he sighed.
"My claws are sharper than your dagger, and I will soon be able to control the magic of arrows." Roma reminded, "Maybe a child can deal with a whole team of cross knights, no worse than you." Besides, I still have The magic in the ring.
Larson is an astrologer in the astronomy room, and it's hard to say how lethal his magic is. But the Sky Realm is the Sky Realm after all. In terms of mystery, even if it is a defense or immobilization type of mystery, it can easily resist even the arrows shot by Windrunner Anchuan. This is what brought her to Eastman alone.
"Yes, when it comes to fighting, few children can compete with you. However, pursuing the evil deeds of the church is not as simple as fighting. I say you are a brat because you think too little. If adults also think too little, they will die very badly. Come on. Now you're getting involved in adult things, with your kid mind."
She doesn't understand. "What's wrong? I just want to find Aiken. This is right. I neither violated the rules of the goddess nor interfered with Eastman's security."
"That's the problem. Because once you live in the world, you have to think about more than just faith and law. Everything we do is regulated, Roma. The older you get, the more aware you are of their existence." He peeled the apple off with his dagger. "And you can only think of two things."
"You say I'm stupid, don't you?"
"I said you were naive. Mature people can find more constraints. Of course, that doesn't mean they are smart people."
"You don't need to think so much about this matter! Because I am sure that I am on the right path." Roma said, "And you also know that my choice is right."
Her words caused Anchuan to pause.
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