Pivot of the Sky

He actually called the name he hadn't mentioned for a long time, and Maria's long eyelashes trembled slightly, retreating her gaze and looking at the desktop in front of her and whispering, “How do you understand? ”

Ammon replied, "It's just a simple truth. I personally attested that when I lost command of thousands of armies, I didn't feel like I lost anything, I didn't even think about it! But I have missed that lost power for some time, because the path I pursued was so difficult, and it never belonged to me. I am not trying to recover that power, nor am I giving up that power, whether I possess it or not, and that will not change. Sitting in front of you or me, Amon, as if I were the Empire General or not! ”

Maria laughed, "You finally really understand that this is not a test of your power, that you were powerful and magical, and that's exactly what's bothering you today. Like a regular bread cake, it hasn't changed, but when a person has tasted the rarity, can they still enjoy it? And Zhenzheng is still Zhenzheng, does not mean giving up! ”

Amon laughed, too: "I think you've got eight levels of achievement. Congratulations! Can I ask you a few questions? I have not seen the relevant records in the scriptures of Isis Temple. Are there other great samurai or great magicians who have to face this test when they advance to level 7 or 8? ”

Maria thought, "There is no clear record, but this could happen. When a Lv7 warrior reaches the peak of his strength, he sometimes feels as weak as a newborn baby, as if he needs to grow up again to gain strength, some of whom will be promoted to Lv8 warriors. Some Level 7 magicians cultivate at the peak of their realm, and feel that the growth of magic is unbearable, so that they cannot adapt, and that they cannot use magic for some time. It doesn't happen to everyone, it lasts for different times and in different ways, like you, and I've never heard of it. ”

There is a similar situation, no wonder the old lunatic left a message like that in the eyes of the earth. Amon asked curiously: "How did it result, why is it not recorded in the scriptures? ”

Maria frowned slightly, thinking and answering: "The number of great samurai or great magicians is very small, and this does not necessarily happen, and it does not take the same form. Some of them have been mentioned in the scriptures of the Temple of Isis, but they are not very clear, and there are more relevant records in the archives of the Ecumenical Academy. The power of the Great Sorcerer or Great Warrior is troubled and is generally not publicly known, only praying to the Spirit or asking for private help from a trustworthy High Priest.

Some believe that this is a test of the gods, others believe that it is a disdain for the gods after the expansion of power, and that faith shakes so much that they are punished by the gods. But by far the most authoritative view is that there have been errors or deviations in practice. After all, in this situation, there is not much systematic experience that can be fully referenced, many of which are personal explorations. ”

Amon couldn't help leaning forward and asked with interest: "How can we help them in this situation? ”

Maria: “Without certain rules, the situation varies from person to person. If a great samurai feels weak and insists on the most basic exercise, growing up like a new or reborn, according to some people, it is like having a seed sprout in his body and gaining a whole new blood line, at this time he will be promoted to level 8, but more people have only regained strength and not promoted.

As for the great magicians, who often seek help from the gods in prayer, reflecting on whether their beliefs are shaken or not, they usually close their doors to the quiet meditation of their guests, and the result is usually both. The Ecumenical Academy also occasionally holds a private ceremony to help them regain their power.

The main purpose of this ritual is to make them feel the attention of the Spirit, to make faith pure and firm, and not to flout the Spirit because of the expansion of power. It has no fixed form, it varies from person to person, it is neither like the initial awakening of power nor the second awakening of power for the great samurai, and the great magician with such experience can guide it. ”

Amonora nodded thoughtfully and said: "The resurrection of power. ”

Maria nodded, “Did you give this ritual a name? Do you also need me to hold such a ceremony for you?” When she spoke, she looked at Amon with a smile and smiled. In other words, she had had a similar experience, but had succeeded in becoming a Level 8 great magician.

Amon rose to salute: “I don't know how to express my gratitude, if there is such a ceremony, you have just held it for me. ”

Maria blinked and looked like a little girl with some playfulness: "Amon, how can you thank me? ”

This sentence asked Amon, as if it were one of the most difficult questions in the world to answer, how can he thank her? Maria has done too much for Amon, not only by saving his life by the Ronnie River and taking him back to the Temple of Isis, but also by guiding him to the people of the town of Turk, to learn the law of the army, to recommend him as the Legion Leader and to seize a seemingly impossible opportunity to fulfil his wishes. Amon had built incredible merits with his own efforts, but it was unimaginable without Maria's help and guidance.

He stood there for half a day and said, “I don't know how to thank you. Without you, I wouldn't have everything today. But what else can I do for you besides sit here staring at you? ”

As the Virgin of the Temple of Isis, Maria has all the riches and power she can possess. In the Ecumenical Empire, all she had to do was offer a salute to the Spirit and the Pharaoh and sit on the same footing as the Imperial Chancellor, the Chief High Priest of the Empire and the Chief Elder of the Imperial Academy of Theology. Amon can give her, Maria has it, Maria doesn't have it, Amon can't give it, she's a benefactor he'll never repay.

Maria rarely joked with Amon, but Amon answered with such seriousness and solemnity that they were silent again, Amon standing, Maria sitting, looking at each other's eyes interwoven. Later, Maria whispered, “I know your strength, your will is almost perfect, but I see your weakness in your eyes. Without this weakness, you may become truly perfect and strong. ”

Amon, there's only Maria's reflection in this moment's eyes! Once again, he drowned his eyes: "Perhaps there are flaws that make it truly perfect to experience the world. ”

Maria looked at him and stopped, finally laughing. She stopped meddling in the subject and raised her mouth slightly: “You haven't answered my question yet, how can you thank me? ”

Amon laughed too: "I really don't know how to thank you, Saintess-saint, if you have anything to say, I will never resign! ”

Maria blinked: "Oh? In that case, I would like to ask the Admiral for something. ”

Amon said, “What do you want? I can give it to you as long as I have it. ”

Maria looked up at the mural on the roof and said, not slowly: "When you first arrived in Eju, it was to return Nero's relics. But Nero's will was not strictly enforced, and he mentioned something in his will that allowed the person who returned the relic to access one of his personal notes.

When you arrived at the Temple of Isis, I looked into it, and you didn't see it. Later, I ordered that note to be sent to Monfist, and Nero designated it as an introduction to a scroll named Destruction Storm. Nero once made a legendary Destruction Storm, Amon, tell me, do you have it? ”

Amon nodded helplessly: "Yes, I have this scroll in my hand, with me through countless perils. ”

Maria reached out one hand across the table: "That's what I want. Give it to me now! ”

Amon wondered, "What do you want it to do? ”

Maria's smile became a bit more playful: "General, why are you so hesitant when I asked for something when you promised me so much? Give it to me first, and I'll tell you why. Take it out. You must have it with you. ”

Amon reached into his arms and pulled a small grey scroll from the clothes under his right rib, with his hands holding the first steps, carefully placed on Maria's desk. And instead of going back, he looked at Maria with his hand resting on the table and said, "Now the Virgin can tell me, why do you want this scroll, and how do you know that I will definitely bring it with me? ”

Maria reached out and picked up the world's most precious and dangerous scroll, scowling softly and answering: "Not that I need it, but that you don't need it anymore! I looked into the details of this scroll, and it was not expanded by force, but by a vow of life. Those who use it just need to possess intermediate theological achievements, which is exactly the only scroll you can use right now, how can you not bring it with you? When you come to me today, I can feel the hidden anxiety in your heart, and only by giving it to me can you truly be free from the troubles. ”

Amon sighed: “Please take this scroll and seal it in Isis Temple. ”

Maria laughed and suddenly waved and took out another identical grey scroll and threw it to Ammon: "Thank you for giving me this precious item and I'll give you a gift. ”

Amon reached out and caught it, shocked: “Destruction Storm! You have one too?... Eh, something's wrong!” In other words, Amon throws a ruin storm in front of Maria, and not only does he hide, but he reaches out and catches it. If it were any different, he would probably have broken the door and left.

Maria laughed, "Do you realize what's wrong? This scroll is indeed a ruin storm, identical in material and production method, but it was not written successfully and unfolded in a blank space. When it erupts, all those within the scope of the attack will feel the traction and fluctuations of the forces of life without any harm. ”

Amon couldn't help but laugh: “Fake! Who would make such a scroll? ”

Maria shook her head: “Processing such a scroll is already quite difficult. A long time ago, the Temple of Isis concentrated a group of great magicians trying to create a destruction storm, but failed many times without success, leaving only such an almost blank scroll behind. This blank scroll, which used to be the foundation of the processing destruction storm, could not be successfully assembled to complete the writing, and was damaged every halfway through, or even caused an energy outbreak leading to heavy casualties, so had to be abandoned.

This last blank reel is still invaluable, and theoretically it can continue to process a true destruction storm, but it seems unnecessary to me. You're the only person in the world with a real destruction storm, so you can sense something's wrong, but can anyone tell? Even if you can tell and doubt it's fake in your heart, who dares to bet on it?

I know you have the real Storm of Destruction, and I'm sure someone else knows it. The power of this scroll is not that you use it, but that people know you own it. If one day you really use it, you just have to choose what kind of way to self-destruct, and I never want to see this day. Now do you understand why I'm doing this? ”

Amon finally fully understood Maria's intentions and couldn't help but hold her hand without really reaching out and staring at her at the table. They are just over three feet apart, breathing each other. Maria looked up at Amon and suddenly lowered her eyelashes and said, "Why do you have to live like this? Maybe it's time to start a family, actually..."

Amon interrupted her words: "I'm young and I don't want to talk about it! ”

Gabriel whispered out the door: "Holy Virgin, Lord of the City of Dreamfield asks to see you and discuss the protection of the Blessing Festival. ”

Maria sighed softly and put away the Destruction Storm, increasing the tone of her voice: “Invite him in, just as General Amonta is here. ”

……

After bidding farewell from Maria, leaving the temple with the Lord of Daya, Amon returned to his temporary residence in the city of Dreamfield and immediately called Medanzo to ask him to return to his territory to do something. Amon finally decided to send Moses and others, nominally Amon's slaves, on the orders of the Grand General, to another territory for reclamation.

Ammon did not send escorts on the way through the Ecu border checkpoint, but gave Moses a warrant to lead his own people home. Amon also ordered Medanzo and Link to follow him in secret, silently addressing any unexpected danger without having to appear publicly. Medanzo and Link can appear in the name of the Arrocchio Messenger in due course to guide confidence and courage when these people are in danger.

The journey, which begins with the crossing of the Egyptian hinterland, as well as the monstrous deserts, jungles, wastelands, marshes, is also a test of will and faith. Normally, the main danger to the trip should be in the desert outside Ecuadorian territory and in the marshes, and in Ecuadorian territory it should be possible to take official routes between urban states. For convenience, Amon gave Medanzo and Link several precious instruments around him, including the Crystal Shuttle, the Lamp of Passover, and the Puppet Glasses.

Metanzo left Memphis that afternoon, Moses and others towed his home, dozens of cars and plenty of supplies, not too fast on the road, and it would take at least a few months to reach the Duke Plains.

Medanzo left, and John was bored, because Ammon only went through the books in his room on weekdays, barely going out, and his SS captain could not go out. Amon noticed, laughing at dinner this day, asked John: "Before you went to Mount Ho, you lived in Dreamfield. Where do you usually go to play at night? There's nothing left or right, why don't you take me to see it. ”

John was overjoyed, haha smiled: “General, I've been waiting for you to say this! Just follow me. I'll treat you tonight! ”

Amon changed his comfortable plainclothes and went out with John, deliberately without personal protection. John drove himself to a bustling neighborhood west of the city, which was far from the temple but close to the shopping center. John parked in front of the door of a glorious courtyard, and Amon looked a little strange, which turned out to be one of the most magnificent brothels in Dreamfield.

Amon knows this place, Iso used to walk around the front door of this brothel with him, and he specifically mentioned that this place only hosts nobles. Master Theo is so rich, he can't go in and play, which is one of the regrets of life. Theo was not a nobleman at the time, nor was Amon, but Amon had never been to any brothel, and there was nothing to be sorry about.

When he saw Amon's expression, John was happy and grabbed his arm and whispered: "Amon God, you should have experienced so much more than just practice or fight. As an Empire General, you are so young and handsome, you should come to this kind of place to show your face more often! ”

I couldn't help but pull Amon in, and John obviously knows the way around, even the guys here know him. As soon as he entered the door, he instructed the servants of the brothel to take the carriage away, then opened their voices and greeted him, asking someone to arrange the best fragrance hall for him, everything to the highest specifications, it doesn't matter how much it cost.

They entered a separate small fragrance hall, the size of which was definitely not small, with large loungers and wine dishes on the table in front of them. There is a pool at the table with warm water and petals on it. Someone sat down and played the instrument, and the band played behind a screen wall, unable to see the situation in the hall.

As soon as John sat down, he told the man to bring all the best girls here, to sing and dance on the carpet in front of the pool, so the grand general could appreciate it. If Amon sees someone or a few, stay with him.

Time was running out, more than a dozen flower twigs came and danced lightly in the hall across the pool. The clothes they were wearing were very “funny” and were all bare umbilical bundle milk, and the full breasts covered only two points at the highest level, while a series of curtain-shaped metal falls hung on their chests, making a delightful noise during the collision. The hem of the skirt is trimmed to reveal a long, inviting thigh between the waist and limb twists. This semi-covered half-coverage is a more heartbreaking ambiguity.

They don't wear a lot of clothes, but they wear a veil. The veil does not cover the face because it is almost transparent, decorated with a glittering piece of brilliance, and the appearance of the girl is even more subtle. They twisted their bodies to make all sorts of gestures, while singing sophisticated poems in their mouths, making their desires intolerable.

Amon was the first to see such a scene, but he did the same thing on any occasion. The 19-year-old never wasted food. He started eating and drinking very seriously when he saw a delicious wine dish on the table in front of him. He chewed slowly and drank a sip from time to time. Occasionally I hear the girls sing some very good poems, and Amon looks up and goes on to eat and drink.

John looked at Jinjin smelly, holding a glass with his legs curled, and beating with his fingers. Just a song, John turns around and asks, "Grand General, how many did you see? Just let them walk through the pool. ”

The rules are very disciplined, and if the Guest wants which girls to stay, the girls need to come from the pool and get wet when they come to the Guest. This is sort of a deliberately arranged affair or mood, and those impatient guests, when the girl enters the pool, take off their coats and jump into the pool.

Amon was stunned and put the cup down and looked up: "John, do as you see fit, I don't have anyone who wants to stay. ”

John scratched the back of his head and smiled: "Your eyes are so high that I admire you!” Then wave your hands at the girls across the pool: “All of you stay with me! ”

The girls were disappointed and laughed and jumped into the pool and splashed a splash of water.

Amon and John sit on both sides, and the middle of their loungers are also separated by a screen. The long loungers were very spacious, even if they were beds, but a dozen girls ran to John and not all of them sat crowded. Two of them simply sat on John's leg and looked at Amon with curiosity.

The young man was strong and handsome. In fact, the girls were more willing to accompany him, but Amon didn't see any of them, which made him a little angry. Amon's face didn't change color, and he sat there drinking and eating, picking the flesh off his bones with a knife. This makes the girls wonder, if you want to eat, you can go to the tavern, spend so much money here just to eat?

As soon as John saw the scene, he shouted, "Get your boss Dylan! ”

Soon after, the owner of the brothel came in, and when he saw a dozen girls around John drinking, he secretly cried bitterness in his heart. Dyland knew this John a long time ago. A few years ago, John had a lot of fights here, had drunk and wounded several noble children of a large family, and almost dismantled a small hall in a brothel.

Why is this man here again? Holy shit! The boss asked carefully: "It turns out Lord John is here, welcome! Is there anything unsatisfactory? Anything else? ”

John took down the two wet girls on his legs and slapped them at the table and said, "Of course not. See that way? That's my most noble friend and my best eye. Go get all your best girls! ”

* * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)