Aya Manke's face suddenly lost all color. It was the first time Gretel saw that a face so tanned and rosy after living on the plateau for a long time could actually look so pale. The little noble's body trembled slightly.
,hoarse voice:
"Didn't you just choose it a few years ago?"
"The past few years were the past few years." The officials who came to choose the candidate - or perhaps the nobles - were much richer than Aya Manke. The trek on the plateau mountain road obviously did not make him lose anything.
Two pieces of meat.
He slowly cut off the fattest piece of barbecue on the dinner plate and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing until his mouth was full of oil. After eating, he glanced at the host calmly and said slowly:
"I have chosen in the past few years, but it's not like I can't choose again this year. Besides, becoming a Virgin of the Sun is the supreme honor of every woman in the kingdom. Only the most beautiful, intelligent and noble girls can be selected——
"
As he said that, he looked at the little girl at the end of the dining table and smiled. He nodded and raised his chin slightly:
"What do you think?"
The little girl felt her father's nervousness, her face turned slightly pale, she tilted her body and subconsciously held her mother's scarf, as if to hide her body behind her mother.
However, after hearing the words "the most beautiful, the smartest, and the noblest", her petite body relaxed a little and her eyes began to shine:
Can I be selected?
This means that I am the most beautiful, smartest and noblest girl in the kingdom?
Can I learn the legendary weaving skills and weave the best "Kangbai" in the world?
She did not speak, but straightened her spine a little and raised her head. The official who came to select the candidate smiled encouragingly at her and turned to Aya Manke:
"What, you can't bear to part with it?"
A suffocating atmosphere enveloped the dining table. With a pale face, Aya Mank looked at his little daughter, then at his two sons on the other side. Finally, he lowered his head respectfully:
"It is the duty of every nobleman to serve the great Sun God."
"Is that right?" The visitor smiled and drank half a glass of wine calmly. His eyes swept across the long table, pausing for a moment on the two female guests with pointed ears, but finally took it back.
These two are extremely beautiful, but their appearance is unique and they do not look like people of the Sun God. Moreover, both themselves and others around them exude an aura of "not easy to mess with"...
Forget it, forget it, don't look for trouble. This time, just go out and get what you need to get, and don't create extraneous problems. It would be silly to cause trouble where it shouldn't happen.
He ate and drank quietly, no longer looking for trouble. The atmosphere at the long table was particularly depressing. Even the servants who served the dishes were very gentle and did not dare to make any noise. Only various dishes were served as if they were flowing water.
Upper long table:
Without any salt, spices or leavening agents, the tortillas are fluffy and aromatic with only the original flavor of corn;
Fresh pumpkin flowers are fried in the oil pan until they are fragrant;
The mushrooms baked with cheese were picked up with a fork and long sticky strands were pulled out. Grete took a bite and found that the taste of this cheese was unlike anything he had ever tasted...
"What kind of cheese is this?"
He asked Udian quietly. Udian crossed his fork and pointed at the clay pot that had just been served on the table:
"That's cheese made from alpaca milk - what's on the table now is alpaca meat. Well... the meat is quite tender, it looks like a baby alpaca, which is generous. Alpacas are usually raised for shearing.
Milking cows rarely kills food..."
Alpaca…
Alpaca meat…
Gretel thought about the kind of round-faced, honest and cute animals that were kept as pets of Internet celebrities, and there was something wrong with him. Cerira was very interested:
"Alpaca? What is that? I haven't seen it yet! Can you go and see it later?"
"It's already dark and I can't see clearly now. Maybe tomorrow..."
Gretel actually wanted to ask "What is the Virgin of the Sun?" But looking at the atmosphere at the dinner table, he also knew that this was not the right time to ask.
It's not that you can't chat with spells such as communication, but whether it's the owner of the house or the officials who come to select people, they all have power fluctuations. It's okay not to be noticed, but if you are noticed, it will be very embarrassing!
He endured the meal until he was finished, and was led to the guest room by the host, and then he couldn't wait to ask Yudian. Yudian sighed:
"Sun Virgins, as the name suggests, are people who serve the Sun God. In name, they are priestesses of the Sun God and concubines of the Sun God. But in fact..."
"The Sun God can't marry them." Cerela whispered to the side. Idian nodded:
"That's right. Although the sun god of this country can perform miracles, he really cannot walk on the earth to marry them. Therefore, except for a few girls who are particularly qualified or of particularly noble birth, they can become real
Priestess, others..."
"How are the others?"
Gretel shuddered subconsciously. Idian shook his head with a pitiful tone:
"Sacrifice."
Gretel was speechless. He paused, looked around, raised his hand and waved. An invisible sound barrier fell down, and he whispered:
"So, this sudden large-scale request for sacrifices is related to..."
Having said this, he remained silent and raised his hand to point to the top of his head. Idian nodded heavily:
"I don't rule out this possibility. But, don't worry about this kind of thing! You can't afford such a big thing, and neither can I!"
Gretel secretly nodded. Asking Idian to say "I can't stand it" or something, I guess this indigenous sun god is not a level 18 or 9 monster. He might be a legend - or higher.
He definitely can't get involved in this kind of thing, unless the teacher comes over. The question is, why should the teacher care about this matter?
Let's be honest, get the borax we need, and go back to the Elf Forest as soon as possible. Even if the sky falls, there are tall people who can't stand it, but he won't be able to withstand it anyway...
It was quiet in the guest room, everyone had their own thoughts.
Idian was planning how to get enough borax, Gretel was thinking about how much borax was needed for the first batch, and how to get these things back. Losia had a straight face, and no one knew what she was thinking.
.
Only Cerila pricked up her ears and looked around. That little girl looked well-behaved and smiled cutely. Was she really going to be a sacrifice?
do not!
Is there any way to save her?
Little did the silver dragon girl know that similar things to today were happening in many places in the kingdom on the plateau. In the temple of the royal capital, the statue of the Sun God lit up and dimmed, dimmed and lit up again, but could not break free.
A layer of misty black air;
And further away, plans against this kingdom, the Sun God and the gods of the kingdom are also being brewed.
"Is the news accurate?"
In the Governor's Palace of the Governor-General of Pellu, Governor Saneco Martinez frowned with a black sword eyebrow and moved his fingers on the map.
On the thick sheepskin map, the lines are zigzag, thick or thin, deep or shallow. Beside the lines, there are large and small circles or triangles, marking the existence of mountain peaks or lakes.
Just looking at the randomness of the lines, you can tell that this map was produced many years ago. Its accuracy can make every military commander cry. The way Martinez looked at the map seemed to be looking at something rare.
treasure:
"After a while, will that indigenous kingdom really undergo great changes? Is it possible that their false gods will fall?"
"That's what the intelligence said." In front of Martinez, stood a young priest in his twenties, with a fair and handsome face and deep and flexible eyes.
He pressed his ink-stained fingers on the map, followed a thick line, and jumped over one by one:
"Here, here, here, here...the nobles in these towns have all had girls aged 10 to 12 years old. We speculate that such large-scale extortion may be used as sacrifices."
"Human sacrifice? It's indeed aboriginal, very barbaric."
Martinez grunted in disgust. He rubbed the map for a while, spread his fingers, and pressed hard on the map:
"Has the location of the new royal capital been determined?"
"Not yet." The young priest replied softly. After a pause, before the governor's brows condensed again, he hurriedly said:
"However, in order to destroy this kingdom, it is not necessary to determine the location of the royal capital first. - According to the church's calculations, in a few months, the light of the false god may be temporarily obscured. During this period, the power of the false god will
It will hit the bottom.”
"The false gods are indeed false gods." Governor Martinez sneered. Is the light blocked? The light of the Lord of Glory will always hang high in the sky and shine on all things. It will never be blocked!
Only false gods can have this kind of light disappear, and at the same time their strength declines and they fall into the valley!
"The church speculates that this is the best time for us to deal with the false gods. Of course, we need the help of the Governor's Palace, otherwise, we may not be able to rely solely on the power of Archbishop Bartolome."
Martinez hummed and tapped the scabbard lightly. Although the false god of that kingdom was only a false god, his power should not be underestimated——
There must be a legend. Moreover, a legend is not guaranteed.
Of course, it is not that the Governor-General of Pelou cannot use this power. With the scale, territory and population of the Governor-General of Pelou, there are enough two legends in this Governor-General.
One is Bartolome, who is in charge of the cathedral. The other is Governor Martinez himself. The two legends, together with their masters, have a chance to win, but this also means that the elite of the governorate will be exhausted.
out.
"Let me think about it...let me think about it again..."
The gold and silver sent back to the country last time disappeared inexplicably, and the Heavenly Knight who rushed over was also killed. For this reason, both the Governor's Palace and the Cathedral were criticized by the country.
Of course, this money can be replenished, but why do the powerful people who sit in the governor's region dig into their own pockets for no reason?
It’s always good to find help from others!
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