Island of Sand, Linyuan City.
Birds are rare in the underground world, and even if they exist, they are often thought of as bats.
After all, the light here is limited.
But Wallon thought what he saw was a bird.
He watched helplessly as the bird landed on the broken square pillar of the Darkin Temple. The black bird trembled for a long time, leaving only one feather.
For some reason, when he ran over, the feather turned into a feather-like stone.
The feathers on that piece of stone are complete with rachis, feather roots, and barbules, and even the fluff at the base of the feathers is extremely delicate.
But it is indeed stone.
When Wolong came to the archbishop's house with this stone feather and told him what he had seen, he was met with sarcastic remarks from the other party.
"Pitch-black bird? Wolong, can you drink less? You are a priest, how can you be drunk all day long?"
Wallon was stunned for a moment, and he took a sip of saliva, trying to keep the smell of alcohol out of his mouth.
"It really does! Look at the feathers that fell off the bird. When they fall off, they turn into stone."
The archbishop glanced at the feathers and threw them on the table. The down parts of the slender stone feathers were broken.
"If this is really a feather, how can it fly if its body is covered with stones?
Warron, as long as you can still remember Boggs's teachings in your heart, you should stop drinking. "
"No, it has nothing to do with alcohol. I just drank a little, and I'm very sober now."
"Are you really awake?"
The archbishop held the stone feather and shook it twice, as if he was laughing at Wolong's self-consciousness.
"Are you so sober? This is just a stone!
Why are you bringing a stone to me? Do you know that my head is about to explode because of the holy objects?
The doctrinal army is disobedient, and you priests are still stupid. I am the one who is supporting the entire church. What are you doing while I am supporting you? Study your stone bird? "
Volon knew that the Archbishop was angry not because of the bird, but because of the teaching army that had recently sidelined him.
But he didn't want to give up his defense.
"Chapter 17, Chapter 31 of the Boggs Codex.
Boggs dug out his own ribs, used the bones as bows and tendons as strings, and made the divine bow Bowen.
Then Boggs said to Asda: 'Go, child, and shoot that disturbing crow. Its strange eyes will bring disaster, and this disaster will spread throughout the world. Go, child, and use this Take the bow. '
Archbishop, a crow is a completely black bird. The one I saw was a completely black crow!
Interpreting scriptures is our lifelong duty as priests. I love drinking, but I don’t think I have violated my duty! "
The archbishop rolled his eyes, grabbed his pen, and was marking something on the pile of documents in front of him, looking absent-minded.
"Okay, Volon, I understand. A crow landed on the broken pillar next to the temple square and left a feather. Continue."
"This is a sign of an imminent disaster! Archbishop! You can't just turn a blind eye to the prophecy of God Boggs, can you?"
The archbishop said "hmm" nonchalantly twice and continued working on his business.
Obviously, his behavior of accompanying a fool to remove dirt angered Wolong, who had already drunk some wine. Wolong slapped his palm on the archbishop's desk. The archbishop stopped his pen and rolled his eyelids to look at Wolong.
"You are blaspheming! Archbishop!"
The archbishop leaned on the backrest, clasped his hands together, and tilted his head to look at Volon.
"Chapter 1, Section 3, of the Boggs Codex.
Boggs said: 'You shall obey your bishop as you honor and obey me, as you honor and obey your father. '
Wolong, I won't punish you because I don't want to be the same as you. It's not that I can't kill you, but if you continue to step on the horse and can't control your tongue, I can only use my method to shut you up. !
Now, get out of my study. "
Humiliation and fear were mixed in Voron's mind, and the contradictory thoughts made him tremble.
The humiliation made him resist, but fear instantly disintegrated the resistance that had just emerged.
In this way, he walked out of the archbishop's study with a resistance that was emerging and collapsing at the same time.
Unwilling to continue working, he left the temple and came to a tavern south of the temple square.
Here, he is a regular, here, he can ignore his always rebellious tongue.
The story of the black crow and the disaster aroused the enthusiasm of the drinkers in the tavern, and Volon lost himself in the waves of compliments.
The tongue began to talk without authorization about the disasters recorded in the scriptures and the stories made up by the tongue itself. More and more drinkers gathered around him, and eventually even the tavern owner stood listening with his arms crossed.
The banquet will eventually end, and so will the story gathering in this tavern.
After spending the last copper, Wallon stood up unsteadily and fell at the door of the tavern.
There was a burst of laughter behind him, but Wolong ignored it completely. He stood up, holding on to the door frame and dusting off the dirt on his body.
"Just watch...disaster will befall each of us...hiccup..."
After he walked out of the door, a parrot-tongued remark was heard in the tavern.
"Just watch...disaster will befall each of us..."
A burst of laughter followed.
Wolong clicked his tongue twice and was about to curse a few words when he suddenly felt that the ground was tilting. He quickly held on to the rock wall on the side and staggered towards home.
Wolong's home is a pretty good cave with doors, windows, and insect meat hanging outside to dry.
He pushed the door open, and the tilt direction of the ground suddenly changed, which caught him off guard and caused him to fall hard.
He got up, his stomach was churning, and he vomited, leaving a big puddle on the ground.
Wolong looked at the pile on the ground and counted the number of fried mushrooms in surprise. The mess in the pile turned into complete ingredients in his eyes.
Mushrooms are mushrooms and bug meat is bugs.
The mushrooms were even swaying in the wind, sending out bursts of spores. Insects even struggled and crawled in the rotten mud, making strange gurgling noises.
"Ah... Haun, the treacherous tavern owner... who eats meat from such small insects, who can be full..."
He muttered, falling into the mess.
After an unknown amount of time, a series of touches woke him up. He looked up and saw a crow wearing a dress and taking off his shoes.
"Ah! You are here!"
Wallon reached out to grab it, but the crow struggled desperately and finally broke free from his hand, ran to the corner cabinet and hid in it.
Just as he was about to chase after him, a bigger crow appeared in front of him.
This crow, which is as tall as a person, is wearing an apron, its wings are pinched around its waist, and it is saying something towards Volon.
Wolong can't understand it, who can understand the bird's cry?
He pounced on it, and the crow began to resist, scratching, scratching, and screaming.
