After the mass, Elder Atal quickly disappeared into the auditorium along the side door.
Xiao Xiao waited patiently for a while, until all the citizens and cats in the auditorium were gone, and then he realized that the old man would not see him again. This made him feel a little confused.
If you really don't want to see yourself, there is no need for you to come to this auditorium to listen to his mass.
If you wanted to see me, why did you disappear quietly after worshiping?
Could it be that Grand Elder Attar thought he lacked respect for His Highness Bastet because he was taking notes in the auditorium? Or maybe the old man received an order from His Highness Bastit during the service, telling him not to help them.
?
The little wizard stood there holding the black notebook, thinking about various possibilities.
Fatty Xin's round face peeked in from behind the curtain, and his blue skin was shrouded in the shadow of the curtain, adding a bit of post-modern mystery.
He looked around.
"Are you alone?" The fat man said in a surprised tone: "I see that everyone else has left, and you haven't come out after waiting for a long time...Where is the Great Elder Atal? Didn't we come to him to ask for directions?"
A skinny crutch passed through the fat man's armpit. Behind the crutch was the hairless old cat with pale skin and wrinkles all over his body. It looked at Xiao Xiao, its pupils dilated in the shadow, like a dark almond.
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"The Great Elder already knows your purpose of coming," a familiar and harsh voice echoed in the auditorium. Old Mao looked at the two guests with a straight face and an expressionless expression: "The Great Elder has already given his answer... You guys
Know where to find me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old cat and the skinny crutch began to collapse together.
Like a ball of long-accumulated carbon dust, it lost its restraint and scattered into the heavy shadow of the curtain. No wind was seen, but black dust danced in the shadow and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Xiao noticed that his companion's size had grown suddenly, and his head was about to break through the roof of the auditorium.
"Calm down," he tugged on the hem of Fatty Xin's robe, indicating that he could retract it: "There is no danger... It's just that the way these aborigines in the Dreamland deal with us may be slightly different."
"The old cat is a nightmare, right?" The fat man's size shrank like a deflated rubber ball, his complaints became smaller and smaller, and the sound line was weirdly distorted like a broken radio: "...No
I have never seen... a nightmare... say goodbye to a guest... like this... and all of them are prettier than this one."
Xiao Xiao shook his head, said nothing, turned around and walked out of the curtain.
The hall of the museum was deserted, surrounded by silence and heavy shadows. Only the bright light from the far exit was particularly dazzling. He nodded thoughtfully. It was the owner showing the way to the guests.
Outside the museum, the sky is dim.
The sun shone from the ridge outside the edge of the enchanted forest, and the orange light covered the entire Burman Street. Whether it was an illusion or not, Banner vaguely smelled the sweet smell of oranges in the sun.
He must be craving for oranges, he said to himself in his heart. At the same time, he stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful of sunshine, stuffed it under his nose and took a deep breath.
Without saying a word, Xiao Xiao walked in front of the fat man and strolled through the small streets of Usa City.
This was not the first time he walked in the city of Uzzah at dusk, but it was the first time he walked in a distracted state - the previous few times, he always held his notebook in his arms and wished he could remember the two ants he encountered on the road saying hello.
record it.
But today, the greetings filled with country slang on the street by the citizens of Ursa did not attract his attention; the pumpkin cart dragged by the ancestors flew past, but it did not attract his attention; even there was an extra pumpkin on the street.
The wandering caravans coming from afar, the merchants exchanging silver for colored glass beads with the vendors in the market, did not attract his attention.
He has been carefully recalling in his mind what he saw and heard during the mass just now, and recalling every word that Grand Elder Attar said.
Fatty Xin, on the other hand, was very interested in that wandering caravan. The merchants wore black robes, had dark hair, and black eyes. Their leader wore a headdress with two horns, with a
A disc; their truck compartments were painted with various mysterious patterns, including cat heads and human bodies, sheep heads and human bodies, eagle heads and human bodies, etc.
The citizens of Ursa seemed to have great respect for the wandering caravan. Many old people rubbed their hands at the decoration on the head of the caravan leader.
"It's like they are welcoming a god..." The fat man bit his brush holder and recorded the scene in front of him - this was the article he had reserved for the "Furious" section of the school newspaper, and he had already prepared nearly ten articles.
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"A god?" Xiao Xiao murmured, seeming to have caught a glimmer of inspiration.
"That's the wandering caravan," the fat man pointed at the black cloak car with his pen: "They are also followers of His Highness Bastet... The transactions here are more like friendly greetings between believers."
"I see."
A hint of realization appeared on the little wizard's face: "I understand... this is a deal, and we need to prepare sacrifices."
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"Sacrifice?" Zheng Qing frowned and repeated the word.
"To be precise, it's a gift offered to the gods." Xiao Xiao nodded and explained: "Elder Atal's words during the mass impressed me deeply, 'I will not be silent for all those listed in front of the altar'...
…If you listened to that mass in full, or knew more about the protector of the city of Uzzah, you should know that His Highness Bastet is not a harsh god.”
"'Those who have never visited me, now ask me, and I will answer them; those who have not sought me, I will meet them.' It is not necessarily a bad thing to be old and helpless, teaching your wife to read the Huang Jing."
"But what kind of sacrifice should we prepare?" Zheng Qing does not mind offering sacrifices to His Highness Bastet, asking for help and reciprocating with courtesy. From this perspective, there is nothing wrong with understanding.
The only problem is that several young hunters present in the Forgiveness Hunting Team all came from Jiuyou Academy. They are not the yellow robes in Atlas who study theology intensively. It is difficult for them to provide the cat god with accuracy and without violating taboos.
Generous tribute.
It is said that a wizard once enshrined a little black goat with shiny fur in the magic circle that summoned Nicholas. This was a very precious and reliable tribute - his only mistake was that he should not have picked off the short black hair on the goat.
Many old seals were produced.
Perhaps this wizard wanted to prevent other outer gods from enjoying the sacrifices he provided to His Highness Nicholas. But his behavior was like someone smearing a layer of shit on the steamed buns you eat.
Later, the magic circle was successful and Nicholas was summoned, but because of those old seals, not only did he not bless the wizard, but he turned him into a lump of flesh that had lost bones and magic power and could only squirm.