"The feasting beast was directly activated?"

"It's that simple?"

The clergy stroked the golden red base of the giant instrument, with an incredible look on his face.

There were even a few people who waved their hands in the air as they learned Fanning's movements in a daze.

Only Miss Nightingale's expression was used to it.

Of course my teacher is amazing. If you "flower touching people" cannot do it, it does not mean that my teacher cannot do it.

"Mr. Scheller, you... have achieved the 'no way of entering and leaving', right?" Archbishop Fields' tone was filled with an inexplicable sense of relief. He took a deep breath and exhaled a long time, muttering to himself, "No wonder '其彩' would hope to talk to him. In recent years, various revelations in the South have become increasingly unknown. Perhaps he can really prevent us from completely losing hope..."

"There is no restriction on entering and leaving?" Fanning turned his head.

He was indeed feeling something just now, and he developed the strange confidence of "being able to play the beast of a banquet", so he waved his hand to mobilize his spirit, but he did not understand the meaning of the phrase in the Archbishop's mouth.

"Midsummer is a time when illusions are everywhere." Fields was still looking up at his mind. "In the south, there are some such places, corners, and even objects. Their external details are real, but they will be inexplicably troubled if they enter and exit or pick them up..."

“Such places are called ‘confused places’. Some of them can open the road with tedious rituals, while others still have little effect…”

"Well, it is not limited to midsummer, but after midsummer has arrived, the 'land of confusion' will become more in the Tia city-state area. The common doctrine believes that only philosophers who have reached a very high level of understanding of 'love is a question' can achieve the state of 'no entry and exit'..."

"Including the 'lost' on the journey, as well as the 'feasting beast'?" Fanning asked.

"Yes, the latter is not typical enough, but we think the essence is the same."

"Is the 'Feasting Beast' any origin?"

"It is said that it is the last work left by an ancient piano making family before the disappearance of the zither family." Fields' smile was helpless, "My cognition is limited to this level. After Mr. Scheller finished watching the venue, he would definitely know more from the Saint."

So Fanning withdrew his gaze from the "feasting beast" above and turned around to look at the huge circular space.

The farthest boundary of the field of view is a hand-made plastered wall intertwined with white and pink. The beach and flower paintings are interspersed in the vaults and columns of the main building. The interaction with mirrors, chandeliers and golden light-floating visual form forms a pleasant, soft, and fantasy visual form.

Fields introduced:

"The entire Red Church floor can accommodate more than 6,000 people for worship activities without being crowded. At that time, the three-layer circular 'flower platform' on the outside will also be fully loaded, with a total capacity of more than 10,000 people..."

"Part of this is the royal family members from various city-states and archipelagos and important guests invited to attend. More opportunities for the audience and banquets are left to the people of the southern country..."

"How to leave it to the law?" Fanning asked, "The opportunity for thousands of people to watch the ceremony is limited."

"Church branches in various places will send out a large number of gift invitations and enter the venue with their own names, but the premise is that by the day of 'good luck', the invitations in their hands have not yet withered."

Fan Ning nodded slightly, stepped down from the ceremony, and everyone followed immediately.

From the center to the surroundings, the terrain is slowly lowering, and walkways and steps cleverly divide the space into pieces. The candles on the corridor are in shape of flowers, the benches and tables have light curves, and the translucent interior seems to be filled with colorful marbles.

Under this heterogeneous decoration, Fanning also saw the ground covered with black wire harnesses, connecting the sound pickup structures at various locations, and finally gathering a group of huge mechanical devices under the ceremonial table.

Seeing Fanning looking at them, Fields smiled: "In order to prevent the preparation process from being in a hurry, the recording equipment of Dianyi Music has been installed and debugged in advance. They are all high-end goods imported from the Tiolaien Empire, cross-ocean dedicated lines, complete sets of installations, and even the equipment maintenance and debugging teams are hired at a high cost..."

It was a familiar model... Fanning sighed in his heart at first, but after scanning something characteristic, his childhood hole shrank slightly.

More than one place, he found traces similar to a knife on several gray-black bodies of the pickup iron boxes and the main console.

It's exactly the same as what I saw on the wooden table in the tavern in Saint-Achanni.

This set of recording devices actually contains the residual mark of Pogleridge's divine nature?

The Special Inspection Office also noticed this year's "Flower Festival", which was expected by Fanning, but he still took more attention when he found traces of such unknown things.

The site visit also ended soon.

The clergy guided Fan Ning and his party out from the side spiral ladder, continued to walk along the uphill of this sea of ​​flowers, and came to the "garden" behind the Fanghui Temple General Building Complex.

This building close to the top of the uphill is very eye-catching.

Its area is not as high as that of the Red Church, but it is extremely high in its construction. Its appearance is a strange multi-layer hollow structure. It is not simply superimposed from the "thousand-layer cake" style of the upper and lower levels, but presents a complex spatial inclusion relationship. Each space is lined with a large number of strange flowers and flowing water rockery. Under the scorching sun, the rainbows intertwined and flowers and butterflies flew.

"Mr. Scheller, the entrance is over there." Seeing Fanning seemingly dazzled, a clergyman quickly took a few steps to guide the way forward.

"I know, I want to go around the back first." Fanning's footsteps did not stop. "To be honest, I've been a little curious. The main hall of the church is already deeper in the field of the Fox Lily. So what is going on when I keep walking in?"

"There are many Gentiles who hold this question." Fields smiled understandingly and made a "please" gesture, "but the range of the Fox Lily Field may be much larger than you think."

Ten minutes later, Fanning bypassed the "garden" and stood at the end of the complex, which was the top of the hillside.

"The strange terrain is nothing unreasonable, but I have never seen it before." He looked at the scene in front of him and fell into thought.

There is no longer a conventional way ahead, but calling it a "cliff" may be a bit exaggerated.

To be precise, this is just a "grass wall" with endless boundless ends.

The height difference of seven or eight meters is not high or low. It may be a bit unrealistic for ordinary people to jump down, but with the help of some simple tools, you can easily put yourself down.

And below... is still the sea of ​​flowers in the fox lily wilderness.

The terrain is flat and symmetrical, without people, no more hills or rivers, and there are a little slope undulating in the distance, but it has no barrier to the field of view, so it continues until the end of the disappearance of the horizon.

The burning sea of ​​flowers sways in the breeze, and the blazing wind brings a rich fragrance.

"The only thing that is thankful is that they have not disappeared." Fields looked into the distance and spoke, "Fox lilies and the nectar of the non-withered flowers are relatively ordinary, and the other is more mysterious, but they are both representative symbols of the divine power of the 'Fragrance Poet'. In addition to turning back towards the city-state of Tiya, this side will never be able to find their end, which may be considered a 'confused place'."

...What if it is a person who has "no restrictions on entry and exit"?

Fanning did not stay in front of the cliff for a long time. He turned thoughtfully and circled back to the entrance of the strange garden.

"The Archbishop mentioned in the opera hall yesterday morning that the unwithered nectar in the garden has been ‘stopped’, so it refers to the garden in front of him?" he asked.

"It's a general term. In fact, there are nine gardens." Fields nodded, "They are all located in this building, but they occupy different relatively independent spaces, and each has a different 'nose production channel'. In the past, our 'Flower Touch' took the existing non-withering nectar as a primer and entered the channel to complete a specific tribute link, so that their hyperplasia and picking can be achieved..."

"The 'neast production channel' of nine gardens has different responses to growth. Among them, the garden in the core area accounts for 70% of the production. However, more than 30 years ago, it was first stopped for unknown reasons. Two more than 20 years ago, and three more than 10 years ago..."

"So in this century, there are only the last three gardens left on the outer edge. Since the yield of non-withered nectar is related to the abundant product in the south, this directly leads to the prosperity of gifts in nature and the deterioration of the prosperity of gifts. The church has issued a 'Fishing ban' order' under no circumstances.'

Fields said this and his face became solemn:

"The next thing you know. On the eve of the last three gardens also lost their response to honey production... Our Lord Saint, "Caiqie" was waiting in the garden. Not far from here, you should be able to meet him."

Fan Ning pondered for a moment and asked, "As the core and extraordinary resource of your church, the nine gardens should be prohibited from entering and leaving outsiders, right?"

"Compared with public areas such as the Red Church, there are naturally restrictions and management regulations." Fields reached out to put the white marble arch out of thin air, causing blood-red cracks to appear in the middle of the invisible barrier. "But there are many VIPs who apply for visits every year, such as the newly-received poets and famous singers over the years, who have expressed more than half of the interest in the wonders inside the garden..."

The Archbishop finally sighed; "The Church always had a kindness to agree to their visit application. I hope that these artists who have received the attention of "Fragrance Poets" can bring some good changes to it, but in fact, the areas they can visit are getting smaller every year. As the mysterious characteristics of the nectar growing gradually subsided, these discontinued gardens have gradually become "confused places", and the ceremony of opening the road has gradually lost their response..."

He led a group of clergy to bow slightly and made a "please" gesture to the arch:

"Mr. Scheller, I wish you a smooth meeting with the Lord Saint, and the two little girls have a pleasant visit."

"Thank you." Miss Nightingale replied happily, while Luna's voice was so small that no one heard it clearly.

Fanning stepped into the garden from the blood-red cracks on that plane.

The skin feels moist to the air, and the pleasant sound of gurgling water sounds in my ears.

In front of me is a hall full of red, green and purple grapes. Through the height of the wooden frame, you can see the flowers of magnolia, bruce, jacaranda and pomegranate trees blooming under the scorching sun. It should be at another height on the upper floor of the garden, and no path to it has been found.

The three of them walked along the small gravel road with a slope in the middle. The aisle was lined with pots of carefully trimmed blueberries, cherries and small mango plants, as well as brighter and more colorful fox lilies, or some strange fruits that were only seen in the south and could not be named.

The fountain or artificial pool showed different heights in the field of view. The paper pendants hanging from wooden poles above, similar to lucky charms swaying in the wind. The brightly fur parrots and wooden pigeons standing beside them were staring at everyone, and the two little girls were teasing and blinking at each other with interest.

Very hallucinating scenery.

"Meet again, Mr. Scheller."

Walking to an open mountainside, Fanning heard a familiar voice.

Behind it is the water vapor and rainbow splashing from the waterfall, and strange flowers and plants bloom everywhere. In front of a rattan chair at the peak of the scorching sun, an elderly man with light golden hair and hard and majestic eyebrows slowly stood up holding a burning cigar.

"Hello, Master." Fanning greeted.

"Master Luket, are you also meeting with Lord Saint today?" Miss Nightingale asked curiously.

The other party smiled when he heard this, and his figure quickly faded under the scorching sun. Instead, what was outlined were heterogeneous lines and light and shadow.

Fanning's expression was slightly moved.

It was a fox lily that was suspended in the sky in the rainbow, one head taller than a normal adult, more than two meters tall. Its rolled petals had golden red patterns, and the outer edge was filled with burning thin flames.

Those flames seem to be a little stronger, and they can burn human spirituality and passion into dried flowers.

“I am 'released'.”

The sound changed, and the buzzing sound echoed in the ear canal, but the original shape could still be distinguished.

"Sir, Lord Saint?"

The two little girls' minds were blank. Facing the most respected semi-mythical figure in Fanghui Temple, they had never seen their name in their doctrines, and forgot that they should pay tribute with the half-kneeling etiquette.

Fanning was a little surprised at this moment.

He always thought that Master Luket was just a Crescent Poet of the Southern Kingdom who had a good relationship with the church, and a Master of Azuki who had risen to the triple door. Unexpectedly, he was one of the leaders behind the three major Orthodox Churches, and he was an existence with a complete orderly person?

"It turns out that Master Luket is the saint 'Cai'. From this point of view, my previous respect is a little bit weak, so please forgive me."

Recalling Luket's deeds and his previous experiences of dealing with each other, Fanning couldn't help but think about the meaning behind this.

"Inaccurate statement." An evaluation of "Canban" came from the petals and flames.

Not very accurate?... Fanning was confused.

Are these two different characters?

However, before showing this divine image, the person who greeted me before was indeed Master Luket?

"Then... what is the relationship between Lord Saint and Master Luket?" Fanning asked after considering it.

The fox lily's flower shadow becomes even more dimmed until it is transparent.

There was only a half-sucked cigar on the edge of the rattan chair seat.

"To be precise, Luket is my apostle."
Chapter completed!