There was only one semi-arched door under the city tower open, and sparse pedestrians came in and out. In the golden mist of dusk, the scene was quite desolate. When Lu Zhengkang walked over, he was stopped by the guard. He whispered: "Boy, first
Is this your first time coming to Rift Valley?”
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"If you don't understand the rules, you have to pay a city tax of ten silver coins to enter."
Lu Zhengkang smiled and looked at the six guards at the door, five men and one woman, so he took out ten gold coins and said, "Sir, the weather is getting cold. With this little money, I will treat you all to a cup of hot honey wine."
The female officer bought some trinkets."
There was a greedy exhalation sound from under the guard's helmet, which was reminiscent of a poisonous snake spitting messages in a snake cage. He hurriedly tried to grab the gold coins, but Lu Zhengkang suddenly withdrew his hand.
The guard said "Oh" and said, "Don't worry, young man, I remember your appearance. I will say hello when you enter the city, and my colleagues will take care of you." Such ugly people are so rare that it is hard not to impress people.
"No, actually, I just want to get some information."
"Ask, feel free to ask, but let's agree first, don't talk casually about the Blackthorn family."
"There is a temple of Mara in Rift Valley City. Are the priests there reliable?"
"Of course! It's well-known by everyone."
"I mean, can they really talk to Marla?"
"It can, it can, it definitely can. My mother-in-law picked it up for me because of Mara's blessing." The other guards also gathered around and praised the effectiveness of Mara's temple.
The troll man murmured in his heart, "Really or not, this is a marriage agency. So what are the clues to restore the mother's memory?"
Lu Zhengkang also knew from the previous conversation that Jia Erna's memory was only up to the age of twenty-one, her best and healthiest years, with superb skills and full of fantasies about the future and the distance. Countless young people have hopes.
and confused embarked on a journey, but she did not
The difference is that she is a lone wolf abandoned by her hometown. She wanders around, works, thieves, robs, and occasionally reads some books. Her grandmother taught her writing and language, and as a weakling, she still knows how to read.
How to draw the courage to move forward from books.
It was around this age that my mother met my father, and the occasional snippets in her diary would mention the scene of their falling in love.
Mara is the Holy Spirit in charge of love and marriage. In the Nordic pantheon, she is the maid of Genet. In the Imperial pantheon, she is the mother goddess and the maternal incarnation of the universe.
In this way, it is very clear that the disappearance of the mother's memory of love is related to Mara, but it is only an unconscious higher soul and will not have any spontaneous behavior. Therefore, someone should use Mara's divine power to erase it.
Mother's memory.
Lu Zhengkang asked the guards, "What are the characters of these priests?"
"We don't have frequent contact with them. We occasionally see a few of them in the pub. They all seem to be very nice people. Brother, you will know if you go and see for yourself, but I warn you not to do anything illegal."
things."
Waving goodbye to the greedy guards, Lu Zhengkang strolled around the city. The streets were relatively tidy, and the houses were closely arranged on both sides. These tall buildings were very grand, some were made of wood, some were made of stone, and they were tall triangles.
The roof is paved with dense square tiles. This is where the rich live. Only high-end gadgets can be found on the ground. As for the poor, they live in the dark underground of the city and in simple shacks beside the river.
After walking a short distance, you can see the river. It cuts across the city like a deep valley. The smell of rotting fish and shrimp keeps rolling up, making it wet and greasy, just like those seafood markets with substandard hygiene.
The air is filled with a disgusting smell that makes people want to dig their noses out.
The Mara Temple is next to the lord's mansion, across from the Blackthorn family's villa. A red linen flag is hung at the door, decorated with light yellow Mara patterns. A guard lazily leans on the wall, looking at
The visiting Lu Zhengkang nodded, and then turned to look at the street again. No one knew what he was looking at.
Lu Zhengkang walked through the courtyard covered with fallen leaves and dead grass, walked up the steps, and gently tapped the copper door knocker on the temple door.
A dark elf female priest with obvious wrinkles opened the door. The bright candlelight in the room reflected her, and she was plated with gold. There were light spots on the old orange robe on her body. The first thing she said was "Mara"
Madam bless you, my child."
The female pastor made way and invited Lu Zhengkang in.
"Any doubts?"
Lu Zhengkang saw the brass statue of Mara at first sight. It glowed gently in the candlelight and had some patina on the surface. It was a well-dressed woman with the posture of a martyr, her head tilted sideways.
Her hands were naturally open on both sides of her body, and there were two tears on her face, like a loving mother in a painful situation.
Lu Zhengkang walked through the rows of benches and came to the altar table. There was a wooden carved offering box on the ground, and he stood here to admire Mara's face.
This is a mortal's imagination, not the real appearance, but that doesn't matter.
"Excuse me, how can I get inspiration from Ms. Mara?"
"Ah, it turns out it's you."
Lu Zhengkang was stunned, "So it's me?"
"Yes, Ms. Mara told me a long time ago that a man with doubts will come to seek love."
"No, I'm not here to seek love."
"I didn't say I came here to pursue my love." Although the dark elf priests are old, they still have a kind of innocence and liveliness that is incompatible with the declining city of Rift Valley, just like the sunshine at night. Their devout beliefs make these priests
They have gained great spiritual satisfaction and extremely high moral standards. They are almost the last hope of this rotten city.
Lu Zhengkang showed respect and bowed his head slightly, "I didn't ask for your name."
"I don't have a big name. My name is Dingya Baru. I am just an insignificant seeker of knowledge in front of Ms. Mara."
"Then can you tell me how to solve my problem?"
"In fact, I only have the right to speak about the revelation and read it out. How you understand it is up to you."
"All ears."
"The defiled fool also looks up to the flower of love,
"What I once had, I will never give up until I die.
"In the deep darkness, there is the bloody key to the dead,
"When the people you truly love meet,
"Sorrowful souls will rest in peace.
“Let’s go together to God’s endless garden.”
Lu Zhengkang smacked his lips, not understanding it at all.
"Forgive me for being stupid, but can you give me some further enlightenment?"
Ding Ya shook her head and smiled lovingly, "There is no need to rush, it is better to leave time to those close to you. When the fateful opportunity appears, you will naturally seize it."
Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath, was silent for a while, and bowed deeply to the statue of Mara, "Thank you for the guidance of the Holy Spirit. I am willing to contribute some small efforts so that your pastor can shine even more brilliantly."
Leaving twenty thick gold bricks behind, Lu Zhengkang took advantage of the night before it completely swallowed up the sky, climbed on the motorcycle, and drove towards the peak of Hrothgar.
Many things are not always smooth, and it is normal to have setbacks. What Lu Zhengkang needs to do is to sort out the clues.
