"Sir, I have collected a lot of ancient gold coins. I mean, if so, how should I deliver them? Should I use an address or..."
At this time, Lilith half-turned her body, turned her gaze to Weinerson who was sitting upright, and asked.
Regarding ancient gold coins, it can be said that she has collected nearly a thousand coins since she was a child. These gold coins come from different eras and different countries. They all have the same characteristics, that is, the gold coins contain the extraordinary legend that even the gods are greedy.
"This young lady's suggestion is correct. If we want to deliver, we must not have just one gathering. Your Excellency, do you have any other plans?"
"When there are crimson tides in the Baltic Sea, the Sea of Chaos, and the Caribbean Sea, and when the silvery waves crash on the rocks, I will call you. As for delivery, I will tell you at the next gathering."
As he spoke, Weinerson kept muttering in his mind, "Grot, is it okay for me to say this?"
"Great answer, my supreme master, you are the master of this world. Whatever you say will come true."
Gorod's voice echoed faintly in his heart, as if a stone was thrown into the middle of a lake, causing ripples.
tidal? seawater?
I have heard a legend about an ancient god sleeping in the ocean before. The content sounds very absurd. One of his characteristics seems to be related to the tides, and I think it is caused by his power.
But in fact, the occurrence of ocean tides has been confirmed to be caused by the moon in the sky, not the power of gods.
The reason why there are rumors about this kind of absurd story is that when the tide rises and falls, fish will swim into the stone lake to feed. When the tide recedes, the fish will be trapped inside. Fishermen living in the port can take the opportunity to catch the fish. They Attributing science to gods and beliefs is, in the final analysis, nothing more than human nature.
As his thoughts turned, Jack's expression changed. He straightened his back unconsciously, sat up straight, and the tightness he felt just now relaxed.
He looked at the hooded Weinersen sitting at the top of the long table. Under the red bonfire, what was revealed in the gray hood was endless twisted darkness...
"I'm sorry, sir, I just thought of a question that was a bit rude. How should we address you?"
Lilith asked in confusion. He felt that it was impossible for such a powerful priest to have no name, and it was really rude to keep calling him.
Jack's eyes wandered, and then he suddenly woke up. His whole body seemed to be swept into the boundless black ocean, and an extremely terrifying vague guess suddenly appeared in his heart.
"call?"
Weinerson was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this question, but since people asked, he couldn't tell others that his name was Weinerson van der Rohe, right?
With the bonfire reflecting and the seawater squirming, Wernerson looked up at the boundless starry sky dome. The contents of Jason's diary he had read before suddenly flashed through his mind, as well as the old royal court that Grot had said.
He smiled and said in a calm and gentle tone:
"Old days!"
The old days, the old royal court?
Sure enough, the previous prefix of the royal court was the name of this high-sequence priest. If you think about it carefully, at this level, even the title is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Lilith thought, of course, the name "Old Day" is just like this majestic palace covered with gray-white sea water, perfectly reflecting the image of mystery, unknown, and power!
After a few seconds of silence, Lilith stood up, lifted up the hem of her gray robe, bent her left knee forward, lightly pulled her right leg back and buckled it, and performed the etiquette unique to the nobles of the Kingdom of Ghent:
"Mr. Old Days, I have a proposal."
"Tell me."
Weinerson's thoughts changed quickly, he looked at the girl in gray robe and hood in front of him, and answered in an image that suited his own powerful secret.
"Since we have plans for a long-term gathering, why not name this gathering? Just like...just like the Four Gods Church. If you mind, we can also be less formal. This is just a A small proposal, a small proposal.”
"A very good proposal."
Weinerson crossed his hands and placed them on his chin. He turned to look at Jack D. Sparrow beside him and said:
"What do you think? Let's hear everyone's opinions."
"That's a great offer, Mr. Old Time."
Seeing the twisted darkness like a black whirlpool under the hood, Jack was shocked. He immediately stood up in fear, put the palm of his right hand on his chest, and bent down to salute.
"No need to be too formal."
Weinerson pressed his right hand weakly, and a friendly force sank slightly. He said with a little thought:
"Let's call it... Yantu Club!"
"Yantu Club?"
Lilith and Jack chewed on these three words at the same time. After about three seconds, their eyes suddenly opened wide and their faces were shocked.
If we follow the usage of Ghent, the roots of these three words can be read as research, approach, society...or community.
A society for studying the path to the priesthood?
Mr. Old Days, is your title too exaggerated? After all, there are too many unknowns and fates involved in this world, even if it is not the use of Gruen, ancient Hermes, and dragons that can leverage the power of nature. It can be read in English, Giant language, and Elvish language, but just specific words are enough to cause disaster.
The tyrant of Zombatium, the god-killer of Cybertron, once said that you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything. This is not a world of free speech. There are gods above the priesthood. Who knows there are gods above the gods? what?
Hey, looking at your expressions, I know that my association is going in an outrageous direction again.
In fact, you are really overthinking it. I named it Yantushe because when I was taking the postgraduate entrance examination in my previous life, the name of the training class reported was Yantushe. The purpose was just to commemorate my previous study journey.
Weinerson mentally criticized the people on both sides of him. At the beginning, except for playing a big shot, everything else could be said to be the result of the other person's association.
Weighing the pros and cons, collecting ancient gold coins can revive great power. Although he doesn't know what this great power refers to, he should be able to have more control over this old royal court.
In the silent silence, "Old Day" Weinerson looked through the bonfire towards the end of the royal court, looking at the strange fragmented stone sculptures and the huge upside-down bronze doors in the darkness, and couldn't help but sigh:
"They weren't meant to be broken in the dark."
What is Mr. Old Time looking at that could cause such emotion?
Lilith and Jack were touched. They looked in the direction Mr. Old was looking, and saw boundless gray sea water rippling in their eyes.
"Nothing at all?"
Lilith thought about it and murmured softly.
No, it’s not that there is nothing, but that our personal level is too low to see it, or in other words, we are not worthy of seeing it.
Jack took a deep breath. Although he really wanted to find out what Mr. Old Times had seen, his rich experience at sea and his reckless experience told him not to look at things he shouldn't. Some things just need to be looked at. Just one glance is enough to drive people crazy and fall...
At this moment, Weinerson's spiritual intuition was suddenly touched, and two familiar figures vaguely appeared in his heart.
"Okay, let's get here today."
As his figure became clearer and clearer, Weinerson made an immediate decision and spoke in a low voice.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Old Day, um, we, we have officially joined the society you created. As a member of the secret society, do we also need to take a title?"
"Can."
"Thank you Mr. Old, then my title is... Princess, well, that's it."
Lilith's tone immediately became lighter. The reason why she didn't name her Princess was essentially because she looked down on the coquettish and domineering princesses in the current royal family. In her heart, they were worse than a short-haired marmot.
Weinerson nodded slightly, then turned to look at Jack D. Sparrow.
"Deep sea!" Jack replied solemnly and respectfully.
"Very good, Miss Princess, Mr. Shenhai, let's look forward to Hou Meng next time."
"I obey your will!"
While the princess and Shenhai stood up and saluted at the same time, Weinerson closed the Gate of Ye. It was like a dream shattered. The figures of the two people went from blurry to illusory and then disappeared, almost in an instant...
Your dream is over!
