Marvel's princess becomes king

Chapter 11

Bella pushed the wheelchair of the middle-aged chief and walked deep into the reserve along the dirt road opened up by the Indians.

"Is something wrong with me?"

She guessed that the middle-aged man might have seen something, but she didn't notice it, and she didn't have any premonition.

Bella will save people at the airport, and naturally she is unwilling to bring disasters to innocent Indian tribes. Her idea is very simple, even naive. She wants to use the bridge of Indian tribes to see if she can get along with them Talk to the so-called 'Reaper' who caused the plane crash.

It's definitely useless to let the "death" pay for his life, and the American laws are not so powerful.

She guessed that the god of death might be the god of the ancient Mayans and Aztecs. Most of the Indian tribes now have their own protection gods and protection totems. If they don’t beat their own people, let’s talk about it. , talk about it, how good it is.

"Indeed." The middle-aged chief said concisely, but he didn't discuss this topic in depth, but asked instead: "Bella, do you know the history of our Quilut tribe?"

I know you can turn into wolves!

The werewolves of the Quilut tribe are not the same as the werewolves in the traditional sense. They are humans in normal times. After being stimulated by the breath of external vampires, their blood is awakened and they can transform into giant wolves.

However, the wolf form is a wolf, and the human form is a human being. There is no such thing as a state of being covered in black hair, with a wolf's head, and walking upright.

According to Bella's guess, they are a bit like druids in the game, with transfiguration in their blood.

She pondered for a while: "Well, Jacob said that you have a glorious history and were originally a great tribe."

She just picked the good ones to say, and no one could find fault with those words.

The middle-aged chief couldn't help chuckling a few times, no wonder his son was so fascinated, this girl is indeed too good at talking.

Be polite, speak nicely, and most importantly, be pretty

He secretly sighed, help if you can, after all, she is the daughter of an old friend and the object of his son's admiration.

His tone suddenly became solemn: "Your bad luck has not escaped, some kind of power that cannot be explained by science is still watching you."

Bella's heart sank.

"I'm leaving here tonight, and I'll explain it to Charlie and Jacob." Her words were firm.

Billy Black, who was sitting in a wheelchair, waved lightly: "No, kid, that's not what I meant."

"Quilut is just a small tribe now, and there is not much left of the inheritance of the ancestors. Please keep the following words secret, even if it is Jacob, don't tell him."

"Okay, I won't tell anyone, including Jacob, including Charlie."

Billy Black stretched out his hand to touch a towering tree beside him: "This tree was already very tall when my grandfather was in it. It's a long memory. The knowledge of the Aquilut tribe comes from the Mayan Empire. We believe that everything has animism. , We believe that there is a spirit in the blood of our ancestors, you are a spirit, I am a spirit, and even the guy who caused the air crash is a spirit."

Bella savored the other party's words carefully. The obedient meaning meant that the middle-aged chief had no respect for the god of death.

The middle-aged chief guessed her doubts and specially explained.

"Our beliefs are completely different from yours. In our customs, the functions of gods are also changing frequently. Many tribes still have the ritual of 'killing gods'. They will use some outdated , or the names of the gods of the conquered tribes are marked on the food for everyone to eat, so whether the guy who caused the air crash is dead or alive has nothing to do with the Quirut tribe."

Bella realized a little bit that the Indian god system is really complicated. She had never studied these things in her previous life, and it was completely a blind spot of knowledge.

However, the gods on the Indian side are indeed a bit miserable compared to God, Odin, and Zeus, and they are laid off at every turn. Who can bear it!

Billy Black patted himself on the head: "It's easy to get off topic when you get old. In fact, what I want to say is that the Quileute tribe can't help you. You are not the blood of our tribe, and the ancestral spirit of Quileute can't help you. , but your ancestors can help, and you can pray to them for strength."

Bella's eyes were so dull, she didn't understand what she said.

She hesitated and asked, "Our ancestors were all ordinary people, without any supernatural power."

Billy Black laughed loudly: "There must be, as long as you search patiently, I think your ancestors will protect you."

He took a cloth bag from the back of his wheelchair.

"The ceremony is very simple, but you need to understand your own strengths. Ancestral spirits are not omnipotent. Focus on your eyes and don't make wishes blindly. You are a smart child. I believe you will get rid of this crisis."

The cloth bag was left to Bella, and the middle-aged chief shook the wheelchair, slowly left the path, and returned to the tribe's residence.

Back at her home, Bella hurriedly opened the cloth bag and found that the things inside were very simple.

Some scorched grass seeds, she couldn't tell what kind of grass they were.

A white animal tooth, some colorful paints.

There was also a piece of A4 paper with some torn corners, on which was written the specific process, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to understand it, and it was still in English.

This kind of ceremony is not very demanding, just find a quiet place to perform the psychic ceremony.

Is there any quiet place in Forks?The Quileute tribe gave her a psychic ritual, so she naturally wouldn't go to the tribe to trouble others. Besides, Quileute has her own ancestor spirit, so she ran over there to recruit an ancestor spirit of the Swan family, so what? What's the matter?Kick the pavilion?

The tribes in the north cannot go, and there is a large family of vampires in the south, neither can they.

Bella in the original time and space dreamed of becoming a vampire. Now she is not so crazy. The upper limit of vampires in the Marvel world is too low.

She can only channel at home.

I read the process twice before and after, and it is completely a fool's version of the operation method. I didn't write any principles or specific meanings. There is only a startup process, plus some precautions.

Bella officially started the ceremony while Charlie was going to work.

She first found a small basin, put a small amount of charcoal in it, and lit it.

According to the process, she mixed the grass seeds and paints together. These things are to be painted on the face. No one cares what the painting looks like, but it can be painted anyway.

Bella looked in the mirror, one stroke on this side, one stroke on the other side, seeing that there was still a lot of paint, and then connecting the left and right sides, the final painting was the same as Jiraiya's fairy pattern.

This stuff won't hurt the skin, right?Looking at her appearance in the mirror, she only felt ugly, but in order to save her life, she could only endure it.

He took out the animal tooth, and scratched it hard against the palm of his right hand.

All the blood dripped into the brazier. She closed her eyes and waited quietly for the response from the ancestors of the Swan family.

　Readers who have spare time, please help me to add this chapter to the previous seven chapters. It is really uncomfortable to see the empty space, thank you!

　　

　

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