crown of stars

"In view of the current tense situation in the country, we will temporarily conduct strict censorship on the people who come and go." Sam parked the car next to the notice board and read out the above text word by word.

"Is this inaccessible?" Beatrice asked.

"No, you should still be able to get in." The halfling replied briskly. He has always followed the proper path, paid taxes on time, and his resume is clean and flawless. There is nothing to blame.Most of the reviewers are greedy for money, as long as there are enough shiny gold coins, there is no big problem.

Those who really make big deals in the dark have their own channels, and even have connections with the upper echelons, so they cannot be restrained by a small ban.Those who really suffer are those little people who walk around the streets and do some odd businesses.

After the halfling paid four small bags of gold coins, the inspector smiled knowingly at him.

"Dear friends, welcome to Brett, ten miles to the southeast is the capital. What a coincidence that you have come, today is Brett's Cupid's Day, a sumptuous meal, mellow wine, oh... maybe there is something better than honey Sweet girls. I hope you have a good time here." The inspector squeezed the money bag hidden in his sleeve, and thought contentedly of his often tryst lover.The woman had long brown hair held in a shell barrette and a pearl net, pulled into an elegant chignon.Her limbs are soft, her voice is pleasant, and her words are always pleasant. It can be said that ten wives in the family are not worth as much as her, but it is a bit expensive.

Sam stepped lightly out of the review office, which was temporarily built with wooden planks, next to the sentry tower.Mages, warriors, and priests leaned against the shadows in the corner, waiting idly for him to complete this unnecessary procedure.

The sweetness of flower petals and the aroma of roasted food wafted in the wind. Messiah took a few steps forward, and the overly loud voices immediately filled his entire ears.

People from the whole town, men, women, young and old, all flocked to the streets.These people gathered together spontaneously, holding the flowers collected from the wild with their hands, skirts and baskets, and the rich and fragrant breath could be smelled even from far away.They followed the parade of priests of God of Love on both sides, and from time to time they threw handfuls of flower petals onto the priest's shiny hair bun.Those faces that were covered with dust all year round and full of fatigue suddenly glowed, as if all the suffering in life disappeared at this moment.

The most conspicuous thing in the parade is a statue, carved with wood exuding a warm aroma, decorated with skillful hands by the priests, painted with oil paint, and covered with the iconic long red wavy hair, passionate and beautiful Milwin descended from the throne again.The beautiful priests hold balm, candles and roses in their hands, and balm their bodies and hair.They put on the most popular makeup and put on the best clothes. They are solemn and enthusiastic, and they are not inferior to the goddesses carved in clay and wood.The crowd frantically followed the priests who served the god, Mirwin, who ruled over love and beauty, as well as marriage, family, and childbirth, and women and children under her protection.Offering sacrifices to Milwin is not only about praying for love and beauty, but also about the offspring of every family.

The crowd surrounded the priest and walked on the long street covered with flowers until they saw the final destination - an altar set up in the middle of the road.

The well-dressed and well-washed young man led a cow and waited on the altar.Cows had garlands of garlands around their necks, and chunks of cloth dangling from their backs covered their bulging bellies.The priests worked together to lift the sculpture of the goddess to the altar and place it in front of the cow.The cow began to stir uneasily, apparently sensing the imminence of death.

The priest of Cupid stepped onto the altar under the eyes of everyone's anticipation, and the boy handed over the reins of the cow to her.The priest took the reins and stroked the cow, and the cow immediately calmed down.After a long and rhythmic prayer, the priest cut the cow's blood vessel with a short dagger amidst roaring cheers.

The spouting ox blood stained the statue of the goddess, and a nightingale flew from the sky, circling the statue several times.

The goddess' festival was a success.The crowd of onlookers stared brightly at the cow being carried down from the altar.According to the practice of previous years, the animals slaughtered on the altar will be roasted on the bonfire, sprinkled with cloves, cardamom and cinnamon, and distributed to believers in small pieces.Even the poorest of the poor can get a piece of the festival, enjoying expensive spices that were once only available to the nobles.

No matter how strong the beef cattle are, after dividing them into hundreds or thousands of parts, each person will get no more than a palm, which is still far from being full.At this time, the hawkers selling bread and steak came in handy.There are also merchants who sell all kinds of rare things showing their goods at this most lively time. These wandering merchants pick something that suits their wishes.

"I think now is a good time to sell something."

Sam rubbed his hands together and fixed his eyes brightly on a clearing.The fountain square near the center of the town is wide and clean, and people have come to occupy this treasured place one after another.He sold some goods on the road, but there was a small number of expensive ones left.The dispute between the several lords of the Principality of Delga still affected the people, whether it was commerce or agriculture, they were depressed a lot.Brett Town is close to the royal capital, far away from the civil wars of several border lords, and its residents are always wealthier and more stable than those in other places.

"Go ahead," said Beatrice, who had her eye on a sapphire blue headband embroidered with silver thread, but unfortunately had no money. "By the way, Sam, can I ask you to sell something? I'll give A commission of [-]% of your selling price."

She took out an opal ring from her pocket. There was no aura on the ring, and the reflected colored light was just ordinary.Nobles with elegant taste may not like it, but it is very suitable for small citizens with some spare money.

"Certainly," said the halfling.

By the time the pastor got the headband as he wished, it was nearly dusk.The crowd of spectators gradually dispersed and began to prepare for the carnival in the evening.Beatrice also stayed in Windsor, and as a pastor who was lucky enough to participate in the celebration, she knew that this was just the beginning.Milwin’s celebration lasted for three full days and three nights. During the day, solemn prayers were made to God, and at night, young men and women would wear masks and sneak out of the house to have a faceless carnival.

At this time, the men and women who had a tryst had not gone out yet, and the old elders and the young and weak children were all exhausted, and they slowly fell asleep by the fire.The priests of Milwyn packed up the altar and were now gathered in the only Temple of Love in town.

Beatrice walked through the crowd, stepping on the mud mixed with flower petals.She was wearing a typical priest's costume, and the skirt was painted with continuous roses. The residents who passed by just glanced at her in amazement, and then immersed themselves in the work in hand.

"What can you do?" the priest of the Mirwin Temple asked gently.Contrary to Beatrice's flamboyant beauty, officiant Tiffany's temperament is as clear as spring water, her skin is snow-white, and her playful five-black short hair perfectly modifies her slightly fat cheeks. The most striking thing is that she is clear and clear. eyes, smiling like an angel in a painting.Anyone who sees her will never think that she is already the mother of two children.

"Uh... Officiant Tiffany, I do have something important to do." Beatrice fiddled with her belt nervously, but quickly calmed down in the other party's smile, "I came with a northern caravan, but I accidentally discovered that my companion seems to be favored by a god, but I don't know which god it is."

In order to avoid conflicts, when she was still in the Swan Temple in Windsor, she was specially taught to distinguish the nature of the divine power of various mainstream gods. She recalled carefully that the divine power on the lyre did not match the divine power she could distinguish.The priest attributed it to the fact that the knowledge was not deep enough, but he couldn't use this little matter to call the gods, so he could only ask for help from the more powerful priest.

"Really?" Tiffany's officiant's face became serious. There are only a few gods on the ground. If you are not familiar with divine power, you either come from the ground, or you are a demigod who is actively spreading beliefs and marching towards the gods.

There is another situation...

It is evil god.

Tiffany took the instrument from the pastor.The surface of the lyre seems to be coated with a layer of silver paint, which is dazzling under the light.But since the calamity year passed, all churches have become more vigilant against this kind of thing that is dressed in a beautiful cloak.

Priest Tiffany let go of her perception. Her ability was much higher than that of the priest. She easily penetrated the quiet and beautiful surface of the silver material and reached deeper.Tiffany was surprised to find that the essence of the musical instrument had completely changed. The inside was no longer loose wood that was easy to transmit sound, but the whole became a crystallization full of divine power.Tiffany tried his best to finally capture the chaotic and disorderly fluctuations inside.

"Is this your companion's instrument?" Tiffany asked, her angelic face hardened with a serious expression.

"No, it's not his, it's mine. I just lent him the violin for a while, and it hasn't been a day yet." Beatrice answered truthfully.

What exactly is that?

The priest was deeply suspicious, and asked the pastor for further information.

"How did you meet him? How did he treat other people?"

"I met him in Winterhold in the north. Except for being very close to the red-robed mage who was traveling with him, he was very indifferent to others."

Winterhold...

Tiffany officiant suddenly got up.It was the closest castle to the Battle of the North Wind, and the Mother of Monsters and the Elf King had fallen in a valley not far away. I hope that the strange existence reported by this priest will not be related to him.She needs to consult Goddess Milwin to see if she needs to make some necessary preparations.

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