crown of stars

Beatrice stared silently at Messiah's hand.

To be precise, it was a sapphire ring on his hand.The ring was designed as a rather delicate ouroboros, set on the opponent's slender and strong finger, but the plain silver ring setting and the gemstones with impurities subtracted three points from this beautiful handicraft, if the most expensive Diamonds and gold must be able to add a lot of color.

Why wear it on your index finger.

The pastor thought with no lack of resentment, and moved his eyes away from Messiah if there was any real resentment, so as not to trigger subconscious attacks from young people with keen senses.As the priest of Eros, presiding over the wedding, dealing with many suitors is naturally a part of daily life. It is also a compulsory course that cannot be left behind to distinguish the marital status through the position of the other party's ring.After the gloomy mage arrived, a ring suddenly appeared on Messiah's hand, and he was still wearing it on his index finger.

The ring finger represents married, while the index finger symbolizes belonging, and it is also a silent rejection for some people who are just about to move.

Beatrice stared at the mage standing beside the silver-haired young man. If she hadn't assured the priest's good eyesight that there would be no bulge in the mage's chest, she would have thought it was the mage who stole the heart of his beloved.

"Poor little girl," Turin the dwarf muttered in a low voice, as if trying to hide from others, but everyone heard.

"what?"

"It's a pity that Cupid's darling can get what he asks for." Turin repeated sarcastically. From the very beginning, he felt that the pastor had malicious intentions.Being able to abandon the completed temple and follow from the north to the south, he had to think about it.Women are unreasonable creatures. Among the dwarves, no one (whether male or female) has ever given up the great mines and furnaces for love, but God knows how human women are tempted by the devil's beautiful appearance, so they do horrible things.Eros priests are the best among them. They long to be loved, and they will give back their fiery love to others (so it seems cheap). They are always full of means in love, and few people can refuse these gods of love lure.It is for this reason that the indifference of the Messiah and the Master appears so rare.

"That's better than you." Beatrice replied sourly to the dwarf. Messiah and the mage sat in the front car, and the wind blowing from behind was just enough to send the conversation between her and the dwarf into him. ear.The priest of Milwyn took a nervous peek at Messiah, and after making sure that he hadn't looked back, he breathed a sigh of relief, flattened the folds of his skirt, and leaned on the cargo box with the most graceful posture.

"Okay, the weather is so good, why are you arguing? Don't you think the weather is very good, it's suitable for going out for an outing." The halfling snuffed out the quarrel between the two in the cradle again, with a baby face helplessly muster.The Messiah wants to accompany the mage on an expedition, and the dwarf Turin wants to go back to his hometown to visit relatives, but the priest knocks on his door in the middle of the night and throws out a large bag of gold coins as a reward. The only request is to let her go with the Messiah.

I originally wanted to hire a few guards, but now I got one for free. The goblins and robbers who blocked the way were mercilessly wiped out, quickly and efficiently.The only thing that gave him a little headache was that priests and dwarves were always normal regardless of the occasion, but there is always nothing perfect in the world, and now it is very good.

Businessman Sam thought optimistically, and continued to persuade the fight with a relaxed mind.

The Messiah sits with Nigel, the latest in robes.Sam didn't buy the kind of airtight four-wheeled carriage that was only suitable for dignitaries and nobles. He only had a cart for pulling goods. The top was thick and soft with straw and cloth, which fully offset the bumps of long-distance travel.

As we head south, the weather gets warmer.Messiah watched his companions take off their heavy wolf fur cloaks and put on relatively light jackets.The duration of sunlight has also been greatly extended, and the time for the sun to shine through the dense night has also become longer.The plants on the ground transition from lichens and mosses under the ice layer to fine grass like a thick blanket. Mushrooms emerge from the rotten wood full of water, and are picked up by teenagers and girls carrying wicker baskets.

Messiah looked at the outside world curiously. Whether it was the demiplane where he was imprisoned or the dark underground world, there was no such bright and vibrant scene.The silver-haired young man stretched out his left hand to catch a falling petal, and the sapphire ring, which was judged by the priest to be of inferior material, shone brightly.

The freshly baked mage was by his side, the spellbook as thick as a brick spread out on his lap, and the half-elf had immobilized a small spell on the quill, giving it an inexhaustible supply of ink, and now it was Held in the palm of the master, in the accompaniment of trembling carriages and quarrels, he never stops drawing various puzzling graphics and formulas.

Nigel was buried in the construction of the spell model and had no time to look at the scenery outside.Kerwin gave him some things when he left the teacher (mostly spells and practical scrolls that he had not yet learned), these things were all-encompassing and extremely complex, and Nigel had no doubt that these things could be used for his promotion High-ranking mage.He is extracting the spell on a scroll from memory, copying it to the spell book, and trying to analyze its principle.When he was fully focused on the spell, the anger towards Ansair and Edwin in his heart disappeared for a while, leaving only the faint joy of being one step closer to success.

Laughter shrieked from the half-grown vocal cords, clucking like a hen.Nigel put down his pen regretfully, the flash of inspiration he had just had was interrupted, and there was no possibility of it coming back.A resentment rose from the depths of his heart, and the half-elf gloomily stared at a few country kids who were chasing each other and laughing unconsciously as they passed by the convoy.

Then he remembered the past.

There is a wooden sign in front of the village gate, covered with moss, and a few crooked letters can be vaguely seen marking the name of the village.Sam touched his stomach, it was empty, the dry food he ate in the morning had been digested, and he was desperate for some warm, family-style food to fill the space left.

A few naive horses kicked the rolling gravel and walked into the arch in the middle of the wall. Long vines hung down from the decayed iron gate and brushed their cheeks.A few scantily clad children were drooling, staring enviously at the well-dressed figures in the car, dreaming that they could become such decent figures one day.

The village is small and ordinary, and even its name must be forgotten.Just like most villages in the world, no monarchs and heroes were born here, and no major events that caused a sensation in the countries occurred in history.The adults who worked hard day after day but could barely make ends meet drove the lord's cattle and sheep into the pen, and sat on the steps, indifferent to the passing vehicles.

There are no people here, and there are no hotels.Sam walked around the miniature village a few times, and after paying a few jingling silver coins, the group moved into the most luxurious and spacious house in the village.

The leaky roof in disrepair, the creaking bed boards, the straw that was used as a nest by a nest of bugs smelled of damp, and a few pieces of tattered sheepskin were barely covered on it.

Beatrice was picky about every detail of this house. She would rather go out to lay the floor at night than stay here for even one night.She brought dry straw from outside the house, drove away the bugs, took away the sheepskin, and remade the beds one by one until she was satisfied.The halfling declined the village chief's invitation, and did not bring the pot of mush, which could not see the original appearance of the ingredients, into the house. After walking around the woods and the water, he brought a lot of fresh mushrooms and wild vegetables covered with mud, as well as Three rabbits caught from the grass.

The halfling conjured a set of kitchen utensils from his knapsack, with pots, spoons and bowls on the outside, a large bag of mixed spices, and even a miniature stove and candles.The dwarves and the halflings worked together to raise the stove, cut the rabbit meat into small pieces, and put the wild vegetables into the water to boil.

Sam opened the spice packet and threw a pinch into the pot, and the rich aroma immediately rose with the water mist.

After drinking and eating, the group went back to their rooms.

The nights in the countryside are roughly similar to those in the north, the only difference may be that the whistling wind has been replaced by the chirping of insects.The sky is covered with stars, and the moist south wind full of fragrance of flowers and trees blows past the eaves.

Messiah leaned against the wall, and the poor quality chalk covered the stone wall, cloudy gray and green.The mud between the stones has peeled off, leaving holes that serve as passages for insects to come and go.Suddenly a spark burst out from the candle, and the sound was extremely loud.He heard the dwarves talking in their dreams next door, and the halflings' poor sleep.

The half-elf hadn't slept yet, the sound of the quill pen rubbing against the paper was rustling, and Messiah could even imagine the long-lasting fragrance of the ink.

There was a sound in the middle of the night, and someone who plucked the strings brought back the messiah's thoughts of drifting farther and farther away.

The priest of Milwyn, leaning on his lyre, approached the window quietly on the dewy grass.She deliberately put on a silver cloak, and sweet, thornless roses bloomed from her toes, shining in the moonlight, as if covered with a layer of silver tulle.

The sound of the lyre is clear and melodious, but not too disturbing to sleep.

"Does it sound good?" Beatrice asked hopefully to the young man pushing the window.

"It sounds good." The silver-haired young man replied, he seemed not so indifferent in the extra gentle moonlight.

The Priest's eyes lit up as she tried one last time to woo the Messiah, hoping that Milwyn would take care of her.Yet the Messiah then made her heart hit rock bottom.

"I don't know where you learned it from?"

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