Silent Crown Chapter 325: Some friends come from afar
"Almost...all."
The old priest shrugged, "In the past few years, the scope of influenza infection was quite wide. Except for normal human descent, all Romulus people are infected.
The infected person shows signs of high fever, vomiting, and whitening of the skin, but it will be better after a few days. I also discovered by accident that the virus had not been extinguished. "
Ye Qingxuan was horrified: "You didn't report such a big thing?"
"Reported."
The old priest said seriously: "The nations attach great importance to this matter."
"Why didn't you see what they did?"
"Yes, didn't you see it before entering the city."
The old priest pointed to the direction of the gate of the gathering place, and said solemnly: "Many countries have contributed money to build such a high wall here, which is expensive."
"..."
Ye Qingxuan fell into silence. After a long time, he asked bitterly: "It means, let this group of people fend for themselves? Do they know about this?"
"No one else knew." The old priest said, "I only notified their elders, which is..."
Before he finished speaking, a hoarse laughter sounded from outside the door, and a rough voice shouted: "Doctor? Is the doctor here? I'm coming to see you! I heard that the Holy City has sent a new doctor. Come? Come out and show me a look!"
As soon as he heard that voice, the old priest's expression suddenly became very tangled.
"—it's him."
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There are no officials among the refugees of Romulus, and there is no government in this gathering area. It is only restricted by the clan system.
And the most noble among them is undoubtedly the most wise and long-sighted ‘elder’ elected by the masses.
Actually, this elder who is more than fifty years old looks... how to say, he has a special Romulus demeanor. In other words, like a tramp.
This is the first time Ye Qingxuan has seen such a passionate Romulus.
As soon as he left the house, he saw the dark and thin old man rushing up like a monkey. He crouched and his face was still smeared with weird paint. I wore a tattered robe all over, and it looked like I didn’t wear anything in it...
The elder grabbed him, looked up and down, and asked warmly. Ye Qingxuan could barely accept it as if he was as happy and enthusiastic as seeing his own son. After removing the weird smell of spices and charcoal on his body, Ye Qingxuan could barely accept it.
"...So, you are the new doctor?"
The elder grabbed Ye Qingxuan and said with emotion: "We Romulus people like friends the most. Since you are a doctor sent by the sect, then you are also our friend... Well, we want something good. Huh?"
He paused, and mysteriously took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, picked out a pinch of powder, threw it into the tobacco, and then skillfully rolled it into two sticks.
One for you, one for me.
"Please don't refuse! This is the custom of our Romulus!"
Ye Qingxuan grasped the one in his hand, watching the elders swallowing clouds and fog, but the tip of his nose smelled a lot of familiar smells, and he was a little dizzy...
Um. Datura, white tangerine leaves, purple leaf white wormwood... are still familiar ingredients and familiar formulas.
Ye Qingxuan suddenly had an urge to vomit blood.
Where is this good thing? ! This is clearly a psychedelic incense that is greedy and I don't know how many drugs and stimulants are! This friend, what's wrong with dragging me to take drugs when we first met!
Is the custom of your Romulus people gathering people to take drugs!
This is going to be placed in Anglo, and it will be sentenced!
Ye Qingxuan's face was weird. He didn't even point it, and didn't point it. He could only put away the cigarette blankly, planning to throw it away after going out.
Just when he was about to leave, he was cut off again!
"Come, come, I heard that you only came last night." The elder eagerly took his hand: "I will show you around Auschwitz. This is such a good place, you must have not experienced it. ?"
"No, no, no, I have fully understood it."
Ye Qingxuan was about to decline, but was forcibly pulled away. The old priest is also helpless and wishing you good luck beside him, which makes him extremely sad.
In the chaotic streets of the gathering area, Ye Qingxuan staggered behind the elders, speaking openly.
"Elder..."
"Call my name, Caligula."
The elder turned around and glanced at him with a smile: "This is the name of my ancestor, and it is mine."
"Ahem. Mr. Caligula, where are you taking me?"
Ye Qingxuan's heart was up and down, for fear that the elder would take himself into an alley, and then rush out 800 Romulus youths to smash themselves on the spot
"Does this still need to be asked?"
The elder whistled: "Of course it is my house."
"But I still have a stall to confiscate."
"I have asked someone to help you watch it. Anyway, there is no sound, no, early in the morning, an outsider was selling swords here. Do you know how many people have come to me and want to give you this outsider some color? Have you seen it?"
"Uh..."
Ye Qingxuan was speechless. On the contrary, the elder did not care, but praised: "You have a good accent, where did you learn it?"
"I am an ancient scholar, and my teacher is a master of ancient language and history studies."
Ye Qingxuan scratched his head: "I learned a little on the way here, but I didn't learn well. The locals don't seem to like my accent."
"No, they just hate you."
The elder's unobtrusive move made Ye Qingxuan extremely surprised.
"Romulus people have not spoken their own national language for a long time, only the accent is left. If you use this accent to speak lingua franca, it will only make them feel ashamed."
The elder patted him on the shoulder: "Don't do this in the future. Romulus people don't need this kind of pretentious intimacy, and they don't need pity."
"...Okay."
In the middle of the conversation, they twisted and twisted from the street, walking along the way, only to find that they had unknowingly entered the core of Auschwitz. Several narrow streets lead to a huge market.
Just in the noisy market, there are all kinds of goods.
Vendors are hawking fiercely, crowds are raging, one after another, not as deserted as the periphery.
"This is the real market. Only people from other places will go to the place where you set up a stall." The elder patted Ye Qingxuan's shoulder: "If you really want to set up a stall, come here and tell me my name. Local people won’t care."
"Uh, thank you."
Ye Qingxuan smiled reluctantly, but he couldn't help but look towards the center of the bazaar.
It's in the center of the circular field, but it's empty.
In the clearing. Several long black iron rods stretched straight to the sky, hanging a corpse that had already dried up. With the breeze blowing, the dry corpse swayed like leaves, looking very hideous and gloomy.
Who would erect such a thing in the center of their own gathering area?
Ye Qingxuan couldn't understand.
"What are you looking at?"
The elder followed his gaze and suddenly realized: "Oh. Those are all former elders, my colleagues. It's a pity that I was hanged because of a mistake."
"Make a mistake?"
Ye Qingxuan asked curiously: "What did they do?"
The elder raised his eyes and looked at him with pity, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person: "...If you know what you have done will make a mistake, don't they need to die?"
"..."
Ye Qingxuan was blocked for a while: "Who did this...who did this?"
"Of course it is me. Apart from me, who has the right to judge them here."
Caligula said lightly: "Think about it, it’s all five or six years ago. They have been hanging up for so long, don’t tell me, if they don’t hang up now, I’m not used to it. Up."
"Why? Why hang up? Everyone is dead, right? Why bother?"
When I heard Ye Qingxuan's question, the elder was also stumped.
"This..."
He scratched the messy hair of his chicken coop, and gestured: "I don’t know if such a person is out there. They are young and don’t know anything, but think they know everything and want to change their destiny. Haven't seen what the real world is like... What is the name of such a person? Angry, angry..."
"Angry Youth." Ye Qingxuan added.
"Yes. That's right!"
The elder hammered his palm with satisfaction, and sighed: "Young people's stupidity is inevitable, and there is always something to warn them. At least, this can help them calm down when they try to be stupid."
The elder paused. He said lightly: "After all, Romulus has no chance to be stupid, right?"
"..."
Ye Qingxuan was speechless and didn't know what to say.
No words on the way, when passing by a stall, the elder took a pigeon from others by the way. I don't know what I want to do. Soon, they arrived at the place.
"Come in."
The elder opened the door and invited him to take a seat—but there were no seats here either. There were a few cushions on the shabby carpet, and Ye Qingxuan picked one casually to sit on.
After the elder put down the dove, he walked into the back room alone and grabbed two handfuls of spices and sawdust and sprinkled them on the fire stove in the room. Soon, the flame rose.
Caligula whispered a few prayers to the family fire that lasted from the ancestral era to today. Romulus people value their ancestors, and each Romulus family has its own set of etiquette to worship family fire and ancestors, and strictly observe them. Caligula is no exception.
Soon, he ended his prayers and returned to the hall. The servants brought a few glasses of water and placed the processed pigeons in front of the elders by the way.
Now the poor pigeon is stripped of all hair, **** with his feet, and cooing innocently.
Ye Qingxuan looked down at the pigeon:
"This is..."
The elder smiled mysteriously and drew out the short knife: "If the guest comes from afar, let me fortune telling for you. I turned out to be the best bowel master among the Romulus."
Ye Qingxuan hadn't reacted yet, the short knife in the elder's hand flashed, and the dove burst open with a snap.
In the spice scent mixed with forbidden drugs and psychedelic incense, the elder held a pigeon and a short knife in his hand, dancing with his hands~IndoMTL.com~ After taking a deep breath of white smoke, his eyes turned white, and he got up and danced wildly. Up.
In that hoarse and weird humming, his body twitched, his eyes rolled white, he violently screamed, shivered, and suddenly sat down on the ground.
Squeezed hard with his right hand, and the poor pigeon was squeezed flat with a chirp.
The elder dexterously picked out the dove's intestines with a short knife, a thin section, aside from the middle, and stared attentively, muttering a word, but couldn't understand it, so he could only vaguely guess what the old saying was.
After a long silence, Caligula put down the knife and the **** dove in his hand.
Someone brought a basin of water. After he calmly washed his hands, he sat back opposite Ye Qingxuan again, and stopped talking.
Looking at his serious look, Ye Qingxuan, who was sluggish, finally reacted:
"How was the result of divination?"
To be honest, Ye Qingxuan really had a little expectation in his heart when he watched him get together so pretentiously! (To be continued.)