Vol 5 Chapter 281: worship

() After the mass, Elder Attar quickly disappeared into the auditorium following the side door.
Xiao Xiao waited patiently for a long time, until the citizens and cats in the auditorium were all gone before realizing that the old man would never see him again. This made him feel a little confused.
If you really don't want to see yourself, you don't have to let yourself come to this auditorium to listen to his Mass.
If you are willing to see yourself, why do you disappear silently after the service?
Was it because he was taking notes in the auditorium, and the elder Atar believed that he lacked respect for His Royal Highness Bastit? Or did the old man receive an order from His Royal Highness Bastit not to help them?
The little wizard was holding the black note, standing still, thinking about various possibilities.
Fatty Xin's round face peeked in from behind the curtain, and Lan Yingying's skin was enveloped by the shadow of the curtain, adding a bit of postmodern mystery.
He looked around.
"Just you?" The fat man's tone was surprised: "I see everyone else is gone, and you haven't come out after waiting for a long time... Where's Elder Attar? Didn't we ask him for directions?"
A thin crutches passed under the fat man's armpit. Behind the crutches was the hairless old cat with pale skin and wrinkles all over. It looked at Xiao Xiao, its pupils dilated in the shadow, like a pitch-black almond.
"The elder already knows where you came," a familiar and harsh voice echoed in the auditorium, and the old cat stared at the two guests blankly, "The elder has already given his answer...you Know where to find me."
As soon as the words fell, the old cat and the thin crutches began to collapse together.
Like a cloud of carbon dust that had accumulated for a long time, it lost its restraints and fell into the heavy shadow of the curtain. There was no wind, but black dust danced in the shadow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Xiao Xiao noticed that his companion had suddenly swelled, and his head was about to pierce the roof of the auditorium.
"Calm down," he tugged at the hem of Fatty Xin's robe, indicating that he could retract it: "There is no danger... It's just that the aborigines of the dreamland may have a slightly different way of dealing with us."
"That old cat is a nightmare, right." The fat man's head shrank and shrank like a leaky ball, and his complaints became smaller and smaller, and the sound line was twisted strangely like a broken radio: "...no I've seen...so...to say goodbye to guests...nightmare...all look more beautiful than it."
Xiao Xiao shook his head, said nothing, turned and walked out of the curtain.
The hall of the museum is empty and there is silence around it, with heavy shadows. Only the light from the distant exit is particularly dazzling and eye-catching. He nodded thoughtfully, it was the host showing the way to the guests.
Outside the museum, the sky was dim.
Sunlight spilled from the ridge outside the edge of the enchanted forest, and orange light covered the entire Berman Street. I don't know if it was an illusion, Banner vaguely smelled the sweet orange smell in the sun.
He must have wanted to eat oranges, he said to himself from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful of sunlight, 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 along the small streets of Usa City.
This is not the first time he has walked in the city of Uzza at dusk, but it is the first time he has walked with his mind. In the past few times, he always held his notebook and wished to greet the two ants on the road. write it down.
But today, the townspeople of Uzzah on the streets greeted him with slang words, which did not attract his attention; the pumpkin cart dragged by the ancestors passed by without his attention; even there was an extra one on the street. The wandering caravans from afar, the merchants used silver to exchange 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 recalled every word that Elder Attar had said.
Fatty Xin was very interested in that caravan. Those merchants wore black robes, their hair was swarthy, and their eyes were black. Their leader wore a double-horned headgear with a disc between the corners; their trucks were painted with mysterious patterns in various colors. , Cat head human body, sheep head human body, eagle head human body, etc.
The citizens of Uzza seemed to respect the wandering caravan, and many old people rubbed their hands at the decoration on the head of the caravan leader.
"They are like welcoming a god..." The fat man bit his brush holder, recording the scene in front of him-this is the manuscript he reserved for the school newspaper's "Qiqi" page. Almost ten articles have been prepared. .
"God?" Xiao Xiao murmured, as if grabbing a trace of inspiration.
"It's the wandering caravan," the fat man pointed at the black cloak with his pen: "They are also followers of His Royal Highness Bastit...The transaction here is more like a friendly greeting between believers."
"That's it."
There was a faint look on the little wizard's face: "I see... this is a deal, and we need to prepare sacrifices."
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"Sacrifice?" Zheng Qing frowned, repeating the word.
"To be precise, it is a gift to the gods." Xiao Xiao nodded and explained: "Elder Attar had a sentence in the Mass that impressed me,'All those listed in front of the altar, I will not be silent'... …If you have heard the mass completely, or know more about the protector of Uzza, you should know that His Highness Bastite is not a harsh god."
"'Have never visited me~EbookFREE.me~ now ask me, I give them an answer; if they didn't look for me, I told them to meet', clinging to the Buddha's feet, teaching his wife to read the Yellow Scripture...not necessarily a bad thing ."
"But what sacrifices should we prepare?" Zheng Qing didn't mind offering to His Royal Highness Bastit, asking people to do things, and courtesy. From this perspective, it is not wrong to understand.
The only problem is that the several young hunters present on the scene are all from nine universities. They are not the yellow robes of Atlas who have studied theology. It is difficult to provide the cat accurately and without taboo. A generous tribute.
It is said that a wizard once enshrined a small black goat with shiny fur in the magic circle that summoned Nicholas. This is a very precious and reliable tribute-his only mistake is that he should not pick the black short hair from the sheep. Many old prints are published.
Perhaps the wizard wanted to prevent other outside gods from enjoying the sacrifices he provided for His Royal Highness Nicholas. It's just that his behavior is like someone smearing a layer of dung on the buns you eat.
Later, the magic circle succeeded and Nicholas was summoned, but because of those old seals, not only did he not give the wizard a blessing, but instead turned him into a lump of flesh that lost his bones and magic power and could only wriggle.