Silent Crown Chapter 353: Goodbye
If it wasn't for late night, Ye Qingxuan would definitely rush to Elder Caligula's house to ask Elsa to ask clearly how to get in.
can Elsa’s five-minute memory, I’m afraid she can’t explain it clearly, right?
is just the emblem of the double snake, why is it here?
There is even one on her wrist...
Ye Qingxuan was holding the pocket watch for a long time, but still couldn't understand, and suddenly became frustrated: The most cruel thing in the world is that the door is right in front, but you can't find the door and you can't get in.
sighed in sorrow, he looked back at the shattered idol, and slowly shook his head.
"For so many years, it is estimated that the Romulus people have forgotten everything, otherwise it will not be broken like this, even the holy flame will be extinguished."
He shook his head and turned around, and was about to leave, but his body froze in place.
Holy Fire...
Holy Fire!
Romulus originated from the Thebes Oasis, established the City of Seven Wolves, and opened up their own empire.
At the time, I didn’t know how many ethnic groups from all directions came here, integrated into Romulus, and brought their gods into the empire. Therefore, the temple of Romulus is called the Pantheon.
is just the folk beliefs of the Romulus people, and they have always maintained a relatively primitive ancestor worship-they believe that the spirits of ancestors live in the flames of the family, so the family fire must always burn. The people of a family must sacrifice the same family fire, and this connection is closer than blood.
The patriarch of a family is also a sacrifice to the family fire, and each family even has different prayers and rituals.
When the bride of the family gets married, then there must be a musician to replace the spirit of the ancestors before the fire at home to testify that this girl has been separated from the fire of the family and joined the fire of another family.
Therefore, in the temple, the sacred flame that represents the presence of the gods cannot be extinguished.
Even in this temple, the original saint's remains played. It is the role of the ‘fire watcher’. When he recovers, he absorbs the holy fire and turns it into his own power, so the flame is no longer.
"Then... I will give you one more!"
Ye Qingxuan turned around and returned. Standing in front of the altar of fire, cleaned up the ashes in it, and directly tossed the rotten chair into pieces, rubbed out the flame, and threw it in.
then was in the darkness. The flames lit up.
Ye Qingxuan took off his silent eyes and stared at the temple in front of him.
In the faint flames of fire, there seemed to be a certain solemn atmosphere on the broken statues of the gods. Hundreds of years ago, the Romulus people came here and opened it as a burial ground for heroes. They also built dwellings for the gods and burned and sacrificed them as slaves and sacrifices.
When the flame burned again, the gods seemed to have returned from the darkness, staring at Ye Qingxuan with their broken bodies, and staring at this foreign worshiper.
before the faint flame. Ye Qingxuan only felt a tremor in his pocket watch. After taking it out of his arms, he saw that the pair of snake emblems slowly lit up and then quickly went out, even the dark emblems disappeared.
The mirror-like case of the pocket watch was shining with the light of the sacred flame, and there seemed to be some small depressions on it, so a rectangular outline was cast on the wall.
The traces of light drifted on the wall with Ye Qingxuan's wrist fine-tuning, and finally moved between the two statues, like a door.
a door...
Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the pocket watch in his hand, and then at the door of light and shadow on the wall. Put away the pocket watch, but the outline of the door still stays there.
"This is also OK?"
He walked over suspiciously, pushed a bit, and drove away.
really works!
He stared blankly at the opening door. There is also the brightly lit space behind the door. After a long time, I stepped into it.
Behind the door, in a secret room, a statue holding a flame in his hand stands on his platform. It is also engraved with a line of dark golden handwriting, which is poured from a mixture of green gold and brass, and is immortal for thousands of years.
In the light of the fire, the instruction from the ancient priests shines brightly.
‘Disteminoremquodgeris, imperas’
——Because you fear the gods, you rule the world.
Right in front of the instruction, someone abandoned an old teaching gown. The teaching gown was covered with dust, but Ye Qingxuan could tell at a glance that it was the clothes that the King of Yellow once wore.
He abandoned this thing here, as if he had abandoned the glory and throne that countless people dream of.
But Ye Qingxuan didn't have time to take a closer look. He was already attracted by the things next to the teaching robe.
Suddenly, he would rather have never been here.
He would rather not discover the secret behind this door than he had never been to this place.
I regretted it from the bottom of my heart, and almost wanted to run away!
He stared at the thing blankly, like falling into an ice cave, shaking all over, and almost fell to the ground.
Facing so many powerful enemies and terrifying monsters head-on, even when fighting natural disasters, he never hesitated. Ye Qingxuan once thought that nothing in this world would make him so gloomy.
can look at it, but Ye Qingxuan felt a wave of fear from the bottom of his heart.
"What the **** is this...?!"
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late at night, on the top of the holy city.
The heavy and sad bell rang, spreading in all directions.
Outside the hall of the Holy Spirit, several archbishops dressed in red were solemn and solemn. From a long distance, they stared at the flames in the temple like a candle in the wind.
In the sad bells, they sighed softly and lowered their eyes.
The Temple of the Holy Spirit is the most important place in the holy city. It can be described as one of the cores, and it is even more important than the Pope’s palace. There is no strong security here, even the guarding knights are gone, only the priests in grey clothes come and go.
What is enshrined in this temple are all the saints who put their consciousness in the ether after death and transform into the Holy Spirit. Those holy spirits are sleeping in this temple, delaying the decay of self, waiting for the moment when they need to step on the battlefield.
Koren’s consciousness is too small and short-lived compared to the world.
When the delayed death finally comes, the bell will ring to announce the passing of the Holy Spirit.
For a hundred years, this is the sixth place.
Outside the hall, several archbishops whispered softly.
"Is it going to go out finally?"
"Although I am a saint, it has been six hundred years after all, and the number is poor. Nothing can escape."
"But he is different."
Someone sighed, so everyone stopped talking.
In the temple, the one who is about to extinguish and fall is the great musician who created the Romulus era six hundred years ago. The eternal emperor of the Romulus.
——Holy Spirit Aeneas.
In the temple, someone opened the door and entered.
The traveler from afar crossed the long sarcophagus on both sides, and finally stood in front of the altar. On the altar, in the weak flames, the blurred face of the Holy Spirit slowly raised his head. Staring at the face that was coming.
The visitors can no longer see the way they used to be, no longer the handsome and feminine touch of the past, only the long hair is still shiny as gold. In just a few months, he was as old as a middle-aged man. He looked vicissitudes of life, but he was still fat.
Only on the stick, the coat of arms of the twin snakes is still shining.
When he saw the Holy Spirit in the fire, he smiled.
"Hermes?"
In the flames, Aeneas looked at him, his eyes suddenly changed: "Long time no see."
"Yes. Long time no see."
Hermes sat beside the altar, leaning on the stone pillar, and whispered: "I'll see you."
"Thank you."
Aeneas nodded, Hermes lowered his head, took out his pipe from his pocket, lit it, but unfortunately the pulley lighter got into the water and couldn't hit it all the time. He fiddled with it for a long time, sighed helplessly, and swearing.
Aeneas stretched out his finger and pressed it on the pipe. The faint embers ignited the tobacco.
"Thank you." Hermes grinned, sucked, and let out a sigh: "I've been in the carriage for several days, I'm really tired."
Aeneas looked at him. Hesitating, asked softly:
"Are they... okay?"
"Of course it's good."
Hermes said faintly: "It's a good thing to be alive these days? Besides, as a group of homeless people, it would be nice to have a piece of land for them to stay.
How about you? Staying here is like going to jail, don't want me to take you out for shopping. "
"Before you came. I had a dream."
Aeneas said: "It’s a coincidence that I saw you here when I woke up."
"It is a good thing to have a dream, what did you dream of? Tell me about it."
"I dreamed of a fire in my house."
He sighed softly, "I dreamed that I had left here, returned to the fire, and reunited with my ancestors. But when I woke up I felt scared again: I did so many things wrong, I don’t know they will What to say to me."
"Don't worry, you do a lot of things right." Hermes said, "If there is a world after death, you can definitely enjoy the blessing."
"Is there really a world after death?"
"No."
Hermes shook his head: "You have lived so old, Aeneas, don't you understand?
Human beings are what you see. Seventy percent is water, calcium is in the bones, blood is flowing in the body, and you breathe while you are alive. died? There is nothing left. "
He pointed to his head, and said softly: "There is no villain called'soul', Aeneas, sorry, there is no world after death."
"That's it."
Aeneas sighed lightly, seeming to settle down: "Thank you."
"No thanks, this is what I should do. You are the first person I know, and I have a responsibility to witness your death. I just didn't expect that this day came so late, it was six hundred years late."
"It's almost, it's almost... It's six hundred years since it's dazzling."
Aeneas smiled and closed his eyes.
In the flames, the Holy Spirit half-knelt on the altar, bowing his head towards the person in front of him:
"I used to be guided by the gods to embark on the path of destiny and achieve great destiny because of fate. Now, six hundred years have passed, and the traces I left on the earth are gone, and I will soon disappear.
——From beginning to end, you witness me. "
Hermes lowered his eyes, "Aeneas, you also witnessed me."
"People like me~IndoMTL.com~ are called heroes and emperors because they have power and do some things when they live. Unfortunately, what I can do is limited. I live for six hundred years. But I always hope to do something for the displaced people, but unfortunately now I can’t do anything.
I hope you can guide them, Hermes, just like you guided me back then. "
"Everything has fate, Aeneas, fate guides you." Hermes smoked a pipe and said softly, "I will take care of them for you. Don't worry, there is an old man with a good mind inside. , I’m afraid they won’t get mixed up badly in the future."
"That would be great."
Aeneas smiled comfortedly, and in the flames, the dim figure swayed for a while, gradually dissipated and turned into ashes. In the ashes, that old face gradually shattered. This is the final farewell:
"Goodbye."
"Well, goodbye." Hermes closed his eyes.
The flame went out, and the embers drifted away like birds, flying into the sky.
Hermes reached out, caught the falling ashes, and held it firmly.
"Goodbye."
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