Chapter 101: Surrender

The gate of the temple closed slowly. Before closing, Ren heard someone shouting outside: "Be careful, pull out the sword first, and then heal him."
He looked at Viola beside him and smiled slightly.
Viola was still immersed in the poem, staring at Rennes with blue eyes, and whispered: "I didn't know it before, so you can still write poems."
"Uh..." Renn touched his chin a little unnaturally. "Sudden inspiration came, so I wrote."
"is it?"
Viola was skeptical. Looking back now, Wren insisted on writing poems with Yatesby. He was obviously confident. It didn't look like inspiration.
There is also the song "Viola by the Lake", which was also created by inspiration.
This inspiration is too frequent!
Ren's various magical performances are so different from his three years in the academy, they are like two completely different people.
Did the perfect soul change make Renn's brain awake?
Viola shook his head slightly, not wanting to delve into this matter, and suddenly said: "I like this poem very much, but there is something wrong."
"What's wrong?" Renn asked.
"I am a half-elf, like a pure elves, even in the late stages of life, I will not appear old. I will always remain young. Only before I die, I will suddenly age. For almost a few hours, I can’t sit by the stove and remember Your love." Viola said sadly, but her face was very happy.
Ren was stunned, he really didn't know this.
He just copied poems, how could he think of so much?
Viola smiled, like a hundred flowers blooming, and said: "No matter what, I like your poems. They are very well written. Since you are so talented, you will write poems to me often in the future."
Ren's face turned red, but when he thought of the complete collection of poems on his phone, he felt a little bit confident in his heart. He patted his chest and promised: "No problem, as long as you like it."
He quickly changed the subject and asked, "Which family does Yates come from?"
"It's just the son of the Sondemon family. His father is a viscount, a well-known painter in the empire. He runs a number of galleries in Longshande and several big cities, and he sells art auctions. He has a lot of wealth and connections, but Don't worry, I will teach Viscount Sandymond a lesson to keep Yates from you."
There was a glimmer of cold in Viola's eyes, and she didn't want to let go of what Yates did today.
After the ceremony is over, she will come to the door to settle the accounts in person.
"I'm going to worry about that arrogant?" Renn smiled indifferently. He was anxious that Yates would come to trouble him in the future, take the opportunity to kill him, and harvest his soul.
He suddenly thought of something.
This Yates has obviously been pursuing Viola for many years. Aside from his hostility, Yates is not bad in all aspects. He is handsome, has outstanding strength, is an artist, and is also the priest of the long-haired lady. Very suitable for Viola's ceremonial candidate, why not choose him before?
"I know what you are thinking."
Viola took a picture of Rennes dissatisfied, "Even without you, I would not choose him."
"Why?" Renn asked curiously.
"This person's possessiveness is too strong, and his love for me is too fanatical, and he wants to treat me as a vassal to prove his own charm, rather than a true lover." Viola explained calmly: "If I With him, there will never be good results."
"You see people have a very accurate vision." Renn admired Viola's wisdom.
In fact, he could see it too, but it was only with the help of the eyes of the soul to see through Yates' pathological psychology, but Viola had observed it by himself.
"If I am inaccurate, how can I choose you?"
Viola cleverly smiled, his face turned red, and said softly: "Don't talk about him, let's prepare for the ceremony."
"it is good."
Rehn looked at the scene in the temple. There was an open space in front of him, like a spacious hall, with two rows of round stone pillars on both sides supporting the dome, and dozens of bright crystal lamps were hung from above, emitting soft light. It feels very romantic.
The ground is dotted with flowers, grass and stone paths, like a small garden, with hundreds of flowers in full bloom, emitting a charming fragrance.
At the end of the temple, there is an idol of Lady Long Hair.
His face is extremely beautiful, his posture is dignified, and he is wearing a thin gauze robe, holding his hands in front of his chest, and the most dazzling is the long hair that hangs from the back to the knees, shining with white light.
This idol is obviously from the hands of the sculptor, it is lifelike and has both form and spirit.
At the foot of the idol is an altar.
What surprised Renn was that the altar was built to look like a pool. The area was small. The water in the pool was very clear. You could see the bottom at a glance, only half a person deep.
The edge of the altar pool is covered with runes, magical energy surges in it, water vapor evaporates, and the bottom of the pool also glows, making people feel very comfortable.
A disrespectful thought flashed in Renn's mind. How could this altar resemble a hot spring bath?
Viola took Ren's hand and walked to the altar.
Her face was already full of blush, and she whispered: "The prayer ceremony of a lady with long hair is best to stand in a pool or bath, which means cleanliness."
Ren tested the temperature of the water and it was just right, thinking this is really a bath...
He looked at Viola, smiled and asked, "What should I do?"
"You enter the pool and watch me pray." Viola instructed Renn to walk into the pool. He removed his shirt and showed a strong muscle. Soaked in the water, he felt refreshed and his mood was unconsciously relaxed. Coming down, I remembered the experience of bathing in hot springs in my previous life.
Viola took out the phonograph, placed it on the stone platform on the side of the altar, and shook the handle to move the stylus.
Suddenly, a melodious music rang in the temple.
Viola turned around and put on a light gauze skirt with his back to Rennes, which was exactly the same as the one on the idol. The design was exquisite, and the clothes fluttered as he walked around, which was looming, with a very seductive and hazy beauty.
Renn's eyes were straight.
Then Viola danced before the altar as part of the prayer ceremony.
The dance is very beautiful, with enchanting magical waves, and it is even more pleasing to the eye with the accompaniment of music, making Rennes a feast for his eyes.
Ren noticed that from the moment Viola began to dance, the fire of her faith grew rapidly, as if adding fuel to the fire, becoming more and more fierce. The illusory thread formed by the fire of faith sank into the void, causing the idol’s Resonance, the idol emits a heart-shaking breath, it seems that a great existence is about to come.
After a dance is over, Viola's fire of faith is still shaking.
She walked into the pool step by step, stood in the water, folded her hands on her chest, gently lowered her head, and muttered the honorable name of the long-haired lady in her lips, and began to pray.
Viola chanted in a low voice, combined with the music of the phonograph, without the slightest confusion.
Rehn heard it very clearly. Not only was she chanting the prayer, she also reported the information about the phonograph and added it to the end of the prayer.
After three consecutive times, the record of the phonograph happened to be finished.
Viola replayed the music, turned around, stood in the water and looked directly into Ren's eyes affectionately. There was only a bit of shyness on the beautiful face, and the pointed ears trembled slightly, without the slightest timidity.
The prayer ceremony has reached the most important step.
Ren's heartbeat speeded up, knowing that his tool man should play.
The surface of the warm pool water was rippling softly, rippling outwards round after round, the blush spreading under the water, and it was washed away in a flash.
At this moment, the two souls are so close, there is no gap.
The record of the phonograph currently only burns one "Viola in the Lake", which takes three minutes to play once, and the record is played three times in a circle, almost ten minutes.
The handle was shaken twice, and the stylus was dialed back twice.
Rehn was getting better. After he shook the handle for the third time, halfway through the process, he suddenly noticed a horrible aura appearing on the idol beside the altar. The idol's eyes shone out and looked down at the two people in the pool.
The gods have come!
Ren was overjoyed. The coming of the gods meant that the ritual was half successful. As long as he continued to please him, Viola would be able to obtain blessings~EbookFREE.me~ However, the terrible pressure made Ren's heart tremble.
He didn't dare to look at the idol with the eyes of the soul.
"Don't stop." Viola reminded with difficulty, her voice trembling, as if she was also shocked by the power of the gods.
Ren can only bite the bullet and continue.
A few seconds later, the gaze that fell on him moved away, as if he was attracted by the phonograph, and a white shadow enveloped the phonograph, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
In the temple, only the music of the phonograph reverberated.
The beautiful melody is replayed over and over again.
After shaking the handle again, Renn had become accustomed to this gaze, and could only pretend that he did not know his existence, and concentrated on contacting Viola at a negative distance.
He is not a believer of Ms. Longhair, so he can't directly communicate with the gods and doesn't know what the situation is.
But looking at Viola's reaction, there should be nothing wrong.
There is nothing wrong with obtaining the magic.
While immersed, Ren suddenly realized that Viola in his arms was a little weird. His hair became longer and longer, falling below the waist, and the hair color gradually changed from golden to fiery red. The beauty remained unchanged, and his eyes were blurred. , Just the lake-blue eyes, in a blink of an eye, they turned into dark gold!
When these dark golden eyes looked at him, Renn felt very strange and familiar.
At the same time, the horror on the idol disappeared.
Wren suddenly realized what had happened, and shouted in his heart: "Fuck! Fuck..."
The body of steel was subconsciously stimulated, and the whole body was as hard as iron, so that he did not make a fool of himself on the spot. Physically there is no problem, but psychologically he can't make it. He paused there, not knowing whether to continue or withdraw.
At this time, Viola made a strange voice: "Don't stop."