There was a bit of silence on the top of the mountain for a while. After a while, Saint Xalia slowly spoke, with a hint of anger suppressed in her voice: "So cruel."
Xino also shook his head: "I originally thought that the Mountain Guards were different from other believers of the Return of Life Sect. The Xia Tuo Tuo people have always been simple and kind. I didn't expect that they would do such a cruel thing and let a dozen people do it."
To sacrifice a year-old child is really..."
It's really hard to evaluate.
Xino couldn't think of how to describe it. She opened her mouth and closed it quickly, but there was a flash of sadness in her eyes, as if she was sad for what happened to the innocent girl. Because of Brandi, she felt sorry for Song.
Taya is very fond of her.
"Maybe it's a little different from what you imagined, Xino."
Linge suddenly said: "In fact, this situation is very common among mountain tribes. In the past, when the Xiatotuo people were still called snow mountain barbarians, they would abandon some weak tribesmen during snowstorms to ensure the survival of more tribesmen.
Although the abandoned tribesmen all voluntarily stayed for the continuation of the tribe, they still got this unpleasant name in the civilized world. Later, Saint Tumi taught the Shatotto people how to hunt.
The skills of gathering, animal husbandry and even farming allowed them to obtain more survival resources, thus abandoning this tradition. However, similar instincts may still flow in their blood and have not disappeared due to the changes of the times.
But there is a new interpretation.”
For them, the union of the cults symbolizes the blizzard that could destroy the tribe in the past. In order to survive this disaster, someone must make sacrifices.
"But I'm afraid Songtaya didn't do it voluntarily, right?" Xino couldn't help but said: "I think she obviously doesn't know anything and is completely kept in the dark by her own tribe. Is this considered traditional?"
If it is a voluntary sacrifice, no one can blame it. Just like the successive heads of the Gustave family, while inheriting this honor, they are ready to sacrifice: whether it is for their hometown, for the people, for the honor of the family, or for
Justice in the heart. That kind of sacrifice is glorious and deserves to be remembered by the people and history. As a knight, Xino yearns for it. However, what is the difference between an involuntary sacrifice and the crazy Eden Plan of the Witch Association?
"I think this is probably a special need based on the core of faith."
Sister Livia explained: "In the Mountain Guard's vision, if we want to achieve the goal of using Songtaya as the core to transfer the believers' beliefs through special channels, it requires that this core must have the ability to serve as a container.
The basic nature of it is emptiness. Just like a piece of white paper is easier to paint on, only an empty container can accommodate the beliefs from others. When this emptiness is reflected on human beings, it is the purity and innocence of their souls."
Hearing this, Saint Charya thought thoughtfully: "Purity refers to character. Songtaya's character is indeed pure and innocent, and is not easily affected by the power of complicated beliefs; and Wushou refers to her cognition, right?
If she knows the truth, she is likely to have doubts about the meaning of her existence, and strong and extreme emotions can easily lead to disorder of the power of faith, and even go berserk..."
It is not impossible for such a huge amount of power of faith to go berserk and devour the believers who provide the power of faith. Of course, this kind of rampage is the same as the ritual of inviting gods. In the end, it will inevitably be accompanied by the arrival of the imaginary god.
What kind of kingdom of God will the Father of the Mountains, who is extremely emotionally manipulative, create? There are too many risks involved. No wonder they dare not disclose this matter to Sontaya.
"Then," Xino frowned, her slender eyelashes were stained with a little gray-white dust, as if snowflakes had frozen on them and turned into frost: "We can only watch and can't do anything?"
"From an outsider's perspective, that seems to be the case."
Lin Ge's words made the other two girls look as ugly as Xino, but he quickly added in a calm tone: "But it's not without a chance - if nothing else, tomorrow, Wilhelm
Chief Mu will come to us with the answer from the Mist Mountain Monastery, and I will mention the matter to him and ask for his opinion."
"Is this useful?" Xino was the first to question, and Sister Saint Xalia and Sister Livia had the same reaction.
Although Wilhelm Dart is Sontaya's father, he is also the leader of the Wusu tribe and one of the twelve leaders of the Mountain Guard. It is impossible for him to know nothing about this matter. Since Sonta
Ya has been chosen as the core of the ceremony, which means that between his daughter and the entire mountain tribe, he finally chose the latter. Can Linge persuade him as an outsider to change his mind?
I'm afraid it's not that easy.
"No, it's actually possible."
The young man never did anything he was unsure about. He reminded the girls: "Don't forget, we visited the Wusu tribe a week ago, and Chief Wilhelm mentioned to us the relationship between the Wushan Monastery and the ritual of inviting gods.
At that time, he did not avoid Sontaya. Although there was a reason why the information was not critical, but to be on the safe side, wouldn’t it be better to let her avoid it? It can be seen that in his heart, he may also hope that Sontaya can understand his situation and do something about it.
There has been a change, but I have never had the chance before..."
Xino understood immediately, and followed his words and added: "And our appearance, for him, is this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"
The young man nodded slightly and agreed with this statement.
"It seems that it is not easy for Miss Sontaya's father." Sister Livia was a little relieved. At least, she did not want Leader Wilhelm to have a character like Mufasa the Convict. In order to achieve the goal
If you think you have a lofty purpose, you can abandon everything you care about, whether it is faith or emotion.
She looked at Ringer: "I leave this matter to you, Mr. Ringer. If anyone among us can help Sontaya, it must be you."
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Lin Ge was a little helpless, but looking at the expressions of Saint Xia Liya and Xino, it seemed that they thought so too, which made him unable to say anything modest about himself. He always felt that it would turn into a show off like Alice.
"Then, I'll take my leave first."
Sister Livia put away the tableware and put it back into the bamboo basket. Then she stood up, holding the basket with both hands, bending slightly and saying goodbye to the three of them: "Medien and the others are still waiting for me to go back to correct their homework. Although there are
Miss Neville helps take care of it, but will Semi and Leticia really pay attention to class? It makes people a little worried. As for Sontaya, I will wait for good news from you on Cloud Whale Sky Island.
"
She turned around, and the figure holding the basket gradually walked away, disappearing at the end of the snow-covered moonlight. Xino originally wanted to give her a ride, after all, the mountain road at night was not safe, but Saint Xia Liya told her that Li
Sister Via is not an ordinary nun. Although she has now lost the protection of the soul of Saint Gabriel, she still has some fighting ability, which makes the young knight feel relieved.
After knowing the heavy truth about Songtaya, the three of them lost the mood to continue chatting for a while, so they returned to their respective rooms and continued to survey and map the star map in front of the data and astronomical telescope. But nothing happened.
There is no progress at all. Sure enough, we still need to get the manuscripts of the saints in the hands of the Wushan Hermitage in order to see any results?
There are no problems with the coordinates of the equinox stars and the calculation of the data. What went wrong? What St. Tumi did ten thousand years ago, there is no reason why modern people with more advanced technology cannot do it ten thousand years later.
Or has something changed? For example, the orientation of constellations, the movement of stars, or the expansion of the observable star field. However, all data became clear and detailed after Galileo formulated the celestial calendar and astronomy developed into a professional discipline.
Paper records. Except for the period when changes occurred, it was the period between St. Thumi's creation of the Spiritual Prayer Meeting and Galileo's formulation of the celestial calendar.
Curling up in the small hammock, the young man turned over with difficulty and sighed softly: Sure enough, he still had no clue, there were too many clues missing. Moreover, there were other problems, such as the matter of Sontaya.
.
Sister Livia, Saint Charlia and Xino all felt that only Ringer could convince Sontaya's father, but to be honest, what the young people were most worried about about this matter was never the attitude of Chief Wilhelm.
ah.
But Sontaya.
Some people may look innocent and innocent on the surface, but in fact they may have figured everything out a long time ago. Maybe they are strong and willful people?
The young man was lying on the bed, looking at the mottled blue-gray ceiling that had been eroded by years of wind and snow, and seemed very worried.
It had been a long time before a rhythmic breathing sound gradually sounded in the house, echoing in the long and quiet night with the biting cold wind in the middle of the night.
…
The next day, Ringer got up early. When he opened his eyes, the sky outside was still bright, and the night that had not completely faded filled the space between the sky and the earth, as if covered with a gray mist.
If you go there, you can barely see things within a radius of four or five meters. As for places farther away, everything is a blur.
The young man did not disturb the two girls who were still sleeping. He walked to the edge of the top of the mountain alone, raised his head slightly, and quietly looked at the dawn scenery of the Eastern Alps. The gray mist adorned his pale golden eyes.
In the middle, as misty and uncertain as floating water, this color of fog sometimes reminded young people of the sky in Linwell City, which always seemed to be shrouded in such a gloomy and bleak atmosphere. But he soon felt
This idea is a bit ridiculous. How can we connect the magnificent natural scenery with the industrial waste gas produced by human civilization? It is somewhat unreasonable.
He couldn't tell whether he missed his hometown or simply had a rich imagination that made him connect these two unrelated things. The young man suddenly came back to his senses and found that the mist that filled the mountains began to slow down.
As he moved, he seemed to see the shape of the wind and the beautiful changes of light in the distance from the moving trajectories of the mist.
The clouds on the horizon are rolling, filled with mysterious colors. At first it is cold blue-black, like the hard and stubborn rock wall seen after sweeping away the snow; then it is mysterious dark purple, exuding an intoxicating atmosphere; gradually
The ground turned into a warm, soft pale pink, like the young and shy face of a girl. But the young people were not allowed to admire it for too long. A ray of golden morning light soon tore through the surging clouds, bringing a brilliant and dazzling light.
As if it was a signal, and also like a horn urging the start of war, thousands of bright rays of light were like millions of huge palms, tearing apart the clouds and mist blocking the front, and arriving in a majestic manner in this land that had been covered by the night.
The land that has been kissed affectionately. They are like invincible holy knights, galloping in the sky and mountains of the Eastern Alps, sweeping through mightily, expelling every inch of silence and darkness that is like night, and bringing
Boundless dazzling light.
The whole world becomes brighter. This seems to happen in an instant, so that it is difficult for people to react. They often feel that the last moment was still in the deep and invisible night. Counting the passage of time, the next second will be...
It has jumped to the bright dawn, watching the morning light shining on the snow, refracting the colorful light. There is no transition in the middle, but it does not make people feel abrupt, but feels like it should be like this.
Dawn in the Eastern Alps is how it should be.
"No matter how many times I see it, I still feel that this is the most spectacular spectacle in the world." A voice came from behind. When Linge turned around, he saw Chief Wilhelm walking towards him with a steady pace.
Stepping on the snow is like stepping on a soft carpet, the sound of your footsteps is so absorbed that no sound is made.
"I wonder if you feel the same way, Mr. Linge?"
He folded his arms and stood beside the young man, staring at the distant dawn with him. His towering figure made him look taller than the big cedar tree standing on the top of the mountain. To the people around him, he was
Such an extremely oppressive existence, perhaps only someone like Ringer can stand side by side with him without changing his expression.
"I deeply feel the same." Looking at the valleys in front of him covered with snow-white, emerald green, gray and brilliant golden light, which are more beautiful than colored oil paintings, the young man said softly: "I once imagined all the beauty.
And magical things have stopped at the ancient palace in the Sosen Mountain, and also caught a glimpse of the shadow of primroses blooming at the bottom of the windy cliff valley... But it was not until this moment that I discovered that human imagination can never match theirs.
One in ten thousand.”
"The first light in this ancient mountain range——"
He seemed to be talking to Chief Wilhelm, but he also gave people the feeling of talking to himself: "It is the sword that ends darkness, the flame that burns decay, and the messenger that brings light; it is also the audience that witnesses the chaos.
, the undead who ignores death, the writer who composes tragedy... Without it, no one would feel that the long night is a torture; but similarly, without it, we would not know that we are in darkness and ignorant. It
It makes us awaken, and it also makes us fall.”
Wilhelm Dart took a deep look at the young man and commented: "You sound like a poet."