Pivot of the Sky

Nobody knows why the old lunatic has these two words, he is the oldest person here, he lived here before all the people in this town were born, he was said to have traveled all over the continent when he was young, and nobody knows how old he really is, but he should be at least 100 years old. Longevity itself is an admirable miracle in this age when people die easily and is seen as a gift from God.

After becoming a Temple Priest, Xiao Gu had the opportunity to learn another way of writing these two words, called the Book of God, which is usually used only in the occasion of glorification of God, except that nobility and priests in general cannot learn. The Gospel is basically the same as ordinary writing, but it has special and strict written form regulations. It is not easy for people who have not learned to understand it. It is said to have mysterious powers and be able to communicate with the gods.

In the eyes of ordinary civilians as well as slaves, any text is mysterious and represents some awe-inspiring symbolic message. Duke town needs a clerk, the temple needs a clerk, and Xiao Gu is the only one here.

But the situation has changed somewhat in the last two years. The old madman taught Amon to write these two words again, and said to the mayor when he was drunk: “We actually have three clerk positions in town, but unfortunately there are too few people who know how to write. At least it is not appropriate for Temple Murin and Temple Horus to use one person as a priest, and it is even more inappropriate for them to be concurrent clerks. Amon is a child of the Spirit, he has also learned to write, whether it is a knife book or a pen, and I'm sure he will be a great clerk or a great cleric in the future. ”

Most dissatisfied with Xiao Gu, Mayor Dasti did not object at the time and said with a laugh: "Well, then, Amon is a child dear to the gods. When he grows up, he should be an excellent clerk. ”

This made Xiao Gu feel as if he had been bitten by a venomous snake. Whenever he thought of a day in the future, his power and wealth would be taken away by the son of a filthy alcoholic who could barely sleep. And today he's going to dispose of Amon in public, and there's another, more important reason for itching the root of his hatred.

The legend of the tears of the gods is not just unique to the Egyptian Empire. Distant city states have long had noble adults quietly send him letters advising him to pay attention to the magic stones produced in Duke Town. If you can get the tears of the gods, there will be a thank you. All the magic stones produced in Duke Town are registered by Xiao Gu, which is the most convenient condition.

The tears of the gods really appeared, but he was too late to get them, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't compete with Rod Dick. This Lord Dick is amazing. He's in Tucker Town at this hour. Nobody thought of that!

Last night, when the tears of the gods fell temporarily, Xiao Gu also sensed that he had arrived near Ammon's house and saw two heavily armed soldiers guarding the door. Later, he saw Lord Dick's registrar walking out of the house with a gold box and two other soldiers. By the time Xiao Gu entered, Amon had left the backyard, and there was only one drunk drunk in the house. After Xiao Gu had drunk it, it was easy to find out what had just happened.

Xiao Gu naturally couldn't and wouldn't dare question Rod Dick, but how could he let Amon go when he had the chance? So early in the morning, he rang the bells of the people who had gathered at the Temple of Mu Yun. Mayor Dasti refused to let him speak of the tears of the gods, but he mentioned another matter, which was a sudden disaster for Amon.

The residents stood still for a moment and whispered whispers. Amon did violate the ancient Oracle, but this has never happened before in Duke Town. Learning the mining techniques that have been passed down from generation to generation requires a lot of physical strength. It is almost impossible for too young a child to learn, and even if this had happened in history, no one would have said it publicly. The mining of the Divine Stone is so difficult. What's wrong with having one more qualified craftsman? If I don't tell you, who will pursue this issue?

But in front of the Temple of Mu Yun, with the solemn eyes of the Goddess, the Temple Priest publicly declared that the nature of the problem was serious and that no one could justify Amon, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the gods and that the Oracle was the equivalent of an ordinance.

Xiao Gumei saw that no one spoke out loud and cleared his voice and shouted: “Mercy is a virtue, but piety and obedience to the gods is a virtue. Amon, are you ready to accept the punishment of God? … in the name of Goddess Mu Yun, how can we punish this child as mercifully as possible?” His last words were addressed to everyone.

Dusty frowned again and looked very unhappy. And Xiao Gu obviously had plans, and there were voices in the crowd shouting immediately: “According to the provisions of the Oracle, cut off one of his fingers, and the benevolent Priest Lord can decide which finger to cut. ”

Amon's body trembled a little, his face pale and his mouth twitched slightly, biting his teeth shut and not talking. His father knelt down and cried with a trembling voice: "Forgive Amon, he is a child, and he does not know what he is doing. I taught him. I am the one who violates the Prophet, and I should accept this punishment. ”

Many voices whispered in the crowd: "Yes, Lord Xiao Gu, forgive the ignorant child! As atonement, let him mine more Divine Stones and give them to the Goddess. ”

Xiao Gu did not seem to have heard these voices, stretching out his hands down to make people calm again, and looking at Amon in a calm and indifferent tone, he asked: "Amon, do you know the message of the Guardian God when you are studying mining techniques? Though you are a child, as a resident of Duke, you should have known since you were a child. ”

As he spoke, he thought in his heart - which finger of Amon should be cut off?

The mayor of Dusty on one side coughed softly and thought he should say something, but at this point there was a voice outside the crowd shouting: "Whose ignorance is this? Priest, you forgot the message, this lucky child, did not violate it! ”

Everyone was surprised and Xiao Gu looked up and a young man had walked in through the crowd. Around his early twenties, he was dressed in a clean white cloth robe with a ring crown with fresh branches on his head. This man, Xiao Gu, who is not a resident of Duke Town, followed Rod Dick here a few days ago and is a respected employee of Lord Dick, said to be a traveler from a distant part of the mainland, named Aristotle.

Mayor Dasti asked, “Mr. Aristotle, what brings you here and what does Lord Dick say? ”

Aristotle nodded with a smile: "I've come to do something for Lord Dick, and I happen to see what happened to this child, mayor, may I ask the priest a few questions? ”

Dusty nodded politely: "Ask Mr. Aristotle. ”

Xiao Gu was wondering, not knowing what the young man who suddenly appeared wanted to ask himself, not to mention why and how he could defend Amon? Aristotle smiled and nodded at the mayor, then looked at Xiao Gu Xin and asked peacefully: "Lord Priest, in the name of the goddess in the temple behind you, answer me seriously. According to the messages passed down from generation to generation here, only with the grace and blessing of the guardian goddess can you learn the unique mineral craftsmanship here, right? ”

Xiao Gu nodded solemnly: "Yes, sir, I am answering you in the name of the goddess. It is true. ”

Aristotle nodded again and asked, “Is this the kind of skill the kid learned? ”

Xiao Gu nodded consciously: "Yes, it is. ”

Aristotle didn't wait for him to say more, and then he shouted, “So this child has been granted the grace and blessings of the Guardian God, hasn't he? ”

Xiao Gu was a little confused and shouted back: “No, he violated the Oracle, which is why he should be punished! ”

Aristotle snorted coldly and still cried out: "No, it is you, Lord Priest, who have forgotten the true spirit of the Oracle! This skill can only be learned with the grace and blessings of the Guardian God, which is a divine message. It cannot be learned without the grace and blessings of the Guardian God, and this child has learned, which is sufficient proof that he has the grace and blessings of the Guardian God. … If you want to deny this, Lord Priest, you are denying the Oracle! ”

Now not only is Xiao Gu mumbling, everyone around him is mumbling. Where have miners in Duke Town who have dealt with hammers and furnace fires in previous generations seen the arguments of the sages of the distant continent?

Xiao Gu concluded in a moment and did not know how to answer. Some say that in the temple, reason is the least necessary, because the ordinance is irrefutable, but at the same time, in the eyes of the Spirit, this is the place where reason is most needed, be respectful and careful, and express faith and respect for the Spirit in every word.

Aristotle smiled and lifted his finger to Xiao Gu and said: “The world has life and death, which is the will of God and a great premise. Obviously, he's human, that's a small premise. So he'll die, that's the conclusion. Don't you understand? ”

Then he pointed to Amon and said, "Only with the grace and blessings of the Guardian God can we learn what you call skill, which is an oracle and a great premise. Obviously, this kid learned how to do it, which is a small premise. So he has the grace and blessings of the Guardian God, which is the conclusion. Is there something wrong with that?... Do you understand? ”

This kind of interpretation is easy to understand, many people show sudden enlightenment and nod their heads. There are also people who are more confused, always feel that there is something wrong with Aristotle, but they cannot say what is wrong. Xiao Gu's face gradually rose to pig liver color, while Mayor Dusty's expression was a bit funny and seemed to want to laugh but he couldn't help but smile.

“But he did not go through the ceremony of the divine grace and blessing, which is against the rules!” Xiao Gu finally shouted out loud, but there was a slight feeling of weakness in his voice.

“No, Amon accepted the grace and blessings of the Goddess of Mu Yun, and the one whom the Goddess disliked and warned was the priest of this town, Lord Xiao Gu! … I can attest to that.” As he spoke, the old madman Nietzsche waved in front of him with a cane and separated the crowd to the front.

The old madman is old, his hair is gray and white, his beard is messy, his walking is shaky, but he doesn't look weak, but he is learning like a child. His cane was black and brown with a golden clutter stripe, not supporting his body on the ground, but waving it around in his hand.

Nietzsche and Aristotle rubbed their shoulders, and looked back at the young wise man, who seemed to have a complex deity of admiration, scrutiny and torture, and then he turned to stand in front of Xiao Gu, standing side by side with Amon, and said with a cane: “Three years ago, I received a message from Goddess Mu Yun in my dreams, blessing Amon, and allowing him to learn the mining techniques passed down from generation to generation in Duke town. The child's skills were not taught by his father, but by me. ”

Xiao Gu took a step back and asked back: “How can you prove it? ”

The old madman laughed and pointed his cane at Xiao Gu's nose. “Lord Priest, what has clouded your soul? Pray for repentance before the goddess, for God has proved it! Didn't you hear the gentleman? ”

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