Pivot of the Sky

“He's a man.” Gabriel looked at Amon and spoke to Aristotle with a slight dissatisfaction.

Aristotle smiled and replied: "He is also a minor child who meets your requirements. As you can see, my lord, it's too hard to find a man in this town with no ash on his hair and no mud in his nails, and I only found him. And one more thing I want to tell you, this child is a miner who produces the tears of the gods. If there is no pure heart and the blessing of Goddess Isis, can it meet the tears of the gods? ”

Gabriel shouted and his tone eased a lot: “I heard the discussion on the other side of town, and I know who you brought. Turns out the stone this boy mined was the tear of the gods, but was almost punished by the priests here. ”

Aristotle nodded: "Yes… so can the child stay? ”

Amon looked up at Gabriel and found the samurai staring at his face, his eyes seemed to have a sharp penetration, his eyes touched, and he couldn't help but bow his head. This adult is beautiful, the most beautiful woman Amon has ever seen, but Amon feels that her body is quite pulled out of a kind of tension, as if there is an invisible illusion that pushes people away, the first impression is not her beauty, but her dignity.

Gabriel: "Amon, you can stay and go with the maid later to change. The simple task you have to do is to organize Lord Maria's dietary stands. … well, you are a child, but also be aware that when delivering things, you must not touch Maria, Maria, and when you are washing and resting, you must avoid and do not make a sound.... and you can't say a word to anyone about anything you hear or see here! Failure to do so will result in punishment. ”

She met Amon for the first time, but called out his name, demanding even more stringent than the Temple regulations. Although Amon was a minor boy, she reminded him not to touch Maria, who would otherwise be punished, but did not say anything about punishment, which Maria heard upstairs.

Gabriel frightened Amon for a few words and asked the maid to lead him to change, as Amon's clothes were clean but worn out. Gabriel was looking for someone from the town to serve Maria's servants, and for another reason, she didn't want anyone to know that Maria was studying magic, and the ignorant Duke people would naturally not be able to convey these things, and Rod Dick's entourage would be hard to tell.

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Before seeing Maria, Gabriel was the most beautiful woman Amon had ever seen, but when she saw Maria, Amon sincerely exclaimed that she should be the most beautiful woman in the world. The moment he saw Maria, he was even a little distracted, and his subconscious courtesy said: "Hello, my lord Maria, I am sent to serve your servant, Amon. ”

Maria is about the same age as Amon, two years older at best, and almost as old as him, while Amon calls her Lord Maria. Her hair is light brown, with a soft amber gloss, a little curly over her shoulders, and her eyes are also light brown with a little blue, like stars in the night sky, like clear ponds.

“Are you the miner who greets the tears of the gods? Thank you Goddess Isis for her blessings, and I thank you too!” When Maria spoke, she looked straight into Amon's eyes, calm and gentle, trying to remain calm and accommodating, but could not hide a hint of curiosity.

This made Amon a little nervous and habitually lowered his head. Her five officers are beautiful, beautiful as if they were vague dreams, especially her eyes. Amon, with his head down, couldn't help but blush and think in his heart: "There's never been such a girl in Tucker town. Why does she always look me in the eye? Actually, she's about my age, and I don't have to look straight at her. ”

Ammon's job is simple: prepare the utensils needed for Maria's daily dietary living, send them to the living room on the second floor, and when Maria runs out, pack them up and hand them over to the other servants. Like Maria's three meals a day, all brought to her attention by Amon. Maria doesn't eat much, less than a third of what Amon eats, but she has a lot to prepare.

A variety of silver dishes are placed on a small table, and Amon needs to wash his hands clean, then cut the food, knives, and spoons in place. Silver jars filled with goat's milk and cups filled with water, salt and spice plates, placed on the left and right sides of the table, facing Maria's dining position, should be placed steadily, without making any noise, let alone spilling goat's milk and soup on the table.

This table, coupled with the heavy weight of things, holds such a table steadily on the second floor, without a sound, is not easy for ordinary 14-year-olds to do. But Amon has been able to control heavy mineral hammers to extract sacred stones, which is easy for him.

When Maria eats, she barely makes a sound, and even the utensils rarely collide, very quiet and very nurturing. And Amon stood beside her, waiting for her to finish her meal before taking the table away, then sending water to wash her face and mouth, going out to dodge, waiting for Maria to wash, then coming in and walking with the dishes filled with water, then standing on the stairs waiting to be summoned.

As a Virgin, if at Isis Temple, you can serve like a cloud if you want, but Maria is in Duke Town, where there is currently only one servant in Amon who is directly responsible for eating and living objects.

Amon spent the longest time with Maria while eating. Amon, who grew up in Duke town as a child, has never seen anyone so clean in body and clothes. It may not be appropriate to describe Maria as clean. She gives a pure feeling. Maria did not ask him that Amon could not speak, but she was also curious about the fact that during the meal, after Maria drank a sip of water or goat's milk, she often asked him questions, such as the situation in Duke town, how the miners had mined the sacred stones, etc.

Amon responded very carefully, and he found that Maria seemed to have a habit of speaking naturally and looking directly into his eyes, her lips seemed slightly picked, floating with a gentle smile. This makes Amon feel a little uncomfortable, and his heart beats a little, and he doesn't even know where to put his hands.

“She's beautiful. I'd love to see her, but why wouldn't I? Her eyes aren't scary at all. Why should I be?” Amon speaks to himself in his heart and even feels a hint of frustration.

Amon does not know that Maria was not used to this habit, but is now doing it according to Gabriel's instructions. Gabriel taught her the magic and told her--

“My Lord Maria, you are pure. That is the charm of the Virgin. But you are too young, too soft, and as a qualified Virgin, you are guarding the dignity of Goddess Isis and cannot give anyone a cowardice. From now on, one thing you need to be aware of is to look them in the eye when talking to anyone.

Your eyes must be peaceful, but there must be no slight retreat and evasion, just as the Goddess looks at her people. Whether you are a royal nobleman or a slave civilian, look them in the eye like this when you ask questions, and this is a holy girl. No one dares to despise you, and in your eyes they will feel the pity of the great Isis Goddess. ”

But there's hardly anyone around Maria who can let her practice like this, and only Amon is the right person. Poor Amon, how could he know that? He was so overwhelmed by Maria's eyes. Amon did not know who Maria was, and even if someone had told him, he did not know what the Custodian of Isis Temple was. He only knew that Maria was a noble nobleman, and he had to call her an adult, without offense.

Is it offensive to look at this beautiful girl and look her in the eye? The old lunatic never told him that, much less the drunk father. I don't think so. She's looking at me! Amon thinks so in his heart, and at the same time finds his heartbeat so embarrassing, how can he not be so angry?

Fortunately there is nothing more disturbing than that, the job of a gold coin a day seems to be easy, but a little unexpected happened on the first night.

Amon was asleep on the plank under the stairs, having a very dull dream. In the dream, Maria looked at him, and he looked at Maria, with the same eyes. It feels strange, like just taking a bath in a cold spring in the Blackfire jungle, sitting by the pool resting.

At this point, Amon suddenly heard a shout, not a loud voice, and deliberately pressed his voice to appear less sharp, but obviously scared. That was Maria's voice, coming from the room on the second floor. Amon jumped right up, he slept a little confused, trance forgot it wasn't at home, his head hit the plank under the stairs.

But Amon couldn't take these either. He jumped out of the stairs, flipped up the wooden railing, took three steps and rushed upstairs in two steps, passing through the living room to Maria's bedroom door.

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