How to wear a goddess statue

The Luna Festival is coming as scheduled.

Different from the great sacrifice ceremonies of other main gods, offering sacrifices to the moon god must be at night.

On a full moon night, crescent-shaped lanterns are hung along the road leading to the temple. The moon in the world and the moon in the mid-heaven complement each other.

The statue of the Moon God was carried out of the sacrificial room by the priests who had bathed in advance, and placed on a float surrounded by light gold bouquets. Four gentle horses walked along the city road at a leisurely pace.

The queue formed by the priests followed closely the floats of the gods, followed by the carriages of the city lord and the nobles. The people stood on both sides of the road, waving their arms, shouting the name of Amira, the goddess of the moon and night, and watching the convoy drive into the front of the temple. large square.

Only on occasions of such large-scale sacrifices will the idols leave the temple, and this is the only chance for ordinary people to witness the idols with their own eyes.

There were no Luna believers in Eleuil's group, so they were arranged to the other side of the square as spectators.

The nobles who believed in other gods in the city of Digbia all sat here, and they didn't show any strange expressions when they saw the princess and her personal guards.Some people just nodded slightly, and some people stepped forward to chat and release friendly signals.

No matter what the visitor's attitude was, the calm smile on the little princess's face remained the same, her words were decent, as if she had never left the royal city.

The city lord's staff watched from the side and nodded secretly.

Sure enough, the city lord will not misjudge people.

He turned his head to look at the center of the square, where the city lord Hefeet was. His eyes met in the air, and they all saw the hidden meaning of approval in the other party's eyes.

The ceremony officially began, and everyone returned to their original positions without talking.

The chief priest of the temple came out more and more, stood still in front of the tall statue of the moon god, and recited praises:

Amira, Amira of the Long Night

The glory of the ancient times has not changed

goddess of the silver moon

Rule the night sky with the moon

Bless your followers in darkness

You are the bone giver of all beings

You are the patron saint of all things

Tonight we praise your name

Above the kingdom of God, you shall be eternal

As one of the eight main gods, the moon god Amira is regarded as the patron saint of the night, driving the moon to patrol the night sky until her brother rises from the other side of the sky.

In mythology, she and the sun god are the sons and daughters of the sky god and the brother and sister of the river goddess Rhodes.

At the scene of the nominal sister's ceremony, the spiritual version of Lotus was very calm. She glanced at the clear night sky and looked away calmly.

When the aged chief priest recited the eulogy, no one made any abnormal noises in the vast venue. Even if they were not believers of the Moon God, they all held their breath and listened quietly in such an awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Except for one person.

A senior priest stood in the queue of priests, with his head bowed deeply, his hands trembling imperceptibly under the cover of long robe sleeves.

Even though he had made enough mental preparations, he still felt uneasy and flustered about making trouble at the ceremony of the gods he believed in. No matter how much he bowed his head, he still felt like a light on his back, as if the indifferent gaze of the moon god was falling from the sky, Pin him in place.

It's all an illusion, the priest consoled himself.He was clearly obeying the will of the Moon God, driving out the unwelcome god castaways for her. If Goddess Amira was really looking at this place, she would definitely appreciate his bravery!

At this moment, panicked noises suddenly came from the edge of the square.

"It's on fire!"

"Come help, the incense wood is burning!"

The sudden shout attracted everyone's attention. They saw fires ignited on the wood piled outside the square. The red flames were particularly conspicuous in the soft light of the moon-shaped lamps. Many people stood up in shock.

Of course, these incense logs were not placed there for no reason. There were fifteen of them in total, and they were dedicated to the moon god Amira in the last part of the ceremony. Surrounded by these logs, the statue will be sent back to the temple.

How could they burn without warning, and so quickly?

Everyone didn't have time to think about this right now, they just focused on putting out the fire first, beating and transporting water, the fire was also strange, it persisted tenaciously for a while before it was finally extinguished.

But by this time, the incense wood had already been burnt to the point of being unusable.

The high priest and his wives and brothers in the crowd met eyes, and the businessman looked at Eleuil who was sitting securely on the other side, and nodded slightly.

The senior priest hesitated for a while before making up his mind. He walked out of the queue of priests like sleepwalking and stood in front of the statue of the moon god.

"I heard it, I heard the oracle of the goddess Amira!"

City Lord Hefeet paused slightly and looked at the chief priest, who also frowned and shook his head.

"Priest of Amira, what did you hear?" Hefet asked.

The senior priest closed his eyes and said in a daze: "The goddess is angry. In her sacred ceremony, there will be filthy people with sins. This is a great disrespect to the goddess... She does not recognize such a ceremony, so... ..."

That's why God's punishment was sent down to destroy the incense wood, making it impossible for the ceremony to proceed smoothly.

As soon as these words came out, someone unconsciously looked in the direction where the princess was.

Isn't there a person who bears evil here?Or the daughter of a sinner who was identified by the king in Acht and exiled for this crime.

Aleuil met the different gazes, neither dodging nor avoiding them, calm and composed.

She asked, "Is this the oracle of the Moon God?"

High Priest: "Of course, the ritual of Goddess Amira should be as pure as moonlight, how can sinful people be allowed to defile it!"

Eleuil smiled meaningfully and clapped his hands lightly: "Motis."

The captain of the personal guards had been missing since the ceremony, but now he turned out from behind the cart that caught fire just now, and a short junior priest was escorted by him, trembling towards the center of the square.

"He set the fire." Mortis said simply and powerfully, showing everyone the flint seized from the hands of the lower priests, "The fire is hard to extinguish, and he should have poured oil on the wood."

The high priest immediately turned pale.

Ailuil calmed down: "Your Excellency, does this arsonist look familiar?"

"me……"

Didn't you tell this idiot to be careful not to be found when he strikes?Damn it, damn it!

The priest took a step back and subconsciously cast a look for help to the accomplice.

The businessman saw that the situation was not good, and wanted to leave as soon as possible under the cover of the crowd, but Eleuil's eyes had accurately searched for his figure, and he smiled and said loudly: "Master of the Kara caravan, don't come to help this priest." Your Excellency?"

—she already knew.

In an instant, the businessman realized that the target of their plan had known their plan at some point, but had remained on the sidelines until the end of the day.

Being disrespectful to God is a felony, and sabotage of rituals can even be beheaded directly.

The businessman was still in a daze until he was restrained by Hefeet's guards. They were so cautious and didn't show their hands or feet before they did it. How did the newly arrived princess find out!

Wait, if she really had noticed...

The businessman suddenly raised his head and asked in a panting voice, "You already knew about it, didn't you? Ha, you clearly knew about it, and letting the lower-level priests do it is also deliberately sabotaging the ceremony. What's the difference between you and them!"

The little princess said innocently, "How did I ruin the ceremony?"

"You let him light the incense wood—"

On the other side of the square, two cavalrymen from the pro-guard came striding forward pushing a cart full of timber, with uncontrollable smiles on their faces.

"The fragrant wood is here." Eleuil raised his eyes, with a smile that was not a smile, "I am a believer of the goddess Rhodes, but I will not stand by and watch people destroy the ceremony of the moon god, so I have to change the fragrant wood. I think ...Your Excellency the Lord Hefeet and the High Priest will not mind."

Hefeet's face was so calm that no one could see the clues. After a while, he smiled approvingly: "Of course I don't mind. I also want to thank you for your efforts to maintain the ceremony, Your Highness."

A hammer is fixed.

This was just a farce, but it aroused more people's memories of the crime of exiling the princess. The nobles exchanged glances tacitly, and the people whispered in the periphery.

Wait and see, speculate, gossip.

All of the above, Eleuil has long been used to it in the past few years.

The princess stood there, her eyes seemed to glance across the audience inadvertently, waiting for something, and suddenly fixed in a certain direction without moving.

A blue heron with snow-white feathers flew gracefully and calmly across the night, past the soft moonlights, the crowd staring up at it blankly, and finally landed beside the princess.

The blue heron held a snow tea flower in its long and narrow beak, and gently placed it in Eleuil's hand.

It whistled softly, raised its head, and revealed eyes as clear as blue chalcedony.

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