only god

Chapter 254 Angel's Exorcism

Solamus.

The angel of God is also the saint of the water god in the eyes of priestesses today.

In this temple of the water god, countless people offer sacrifices in various ways, eager to beg for the favor of the saint, and foreigners travel long distances here every day, just to see the face of the saint.

Some people even quarreled with the priests because they could not see the saint, and drew out their bronze swords to make a big disturbance in the temple, and were finally stabbed to death by the guards of the city-state with spears.

Outside of this temple, there were disputes caused by her almost every day, and countless people were eager to hear the voice of the saint, so as to gain the favor of the water god Angel.

In the face of the turmoil of the outside world, Soramus has always been isolated from the world. Except for attending important ceremonies, she has hardly stepped out of the temple.

One day, Soramus was in his study, flipping through the classics in his hand.

This is a coastal city-state, and papyrus is prone to flooding and is not easy to preserve. In addition, the temple has considerable financial resources due to the worship of believers, so the classics in the study are all made of sheepskin.

A ten-year-old girl knocked on the concealed door, and then walked cautiously into the study.

"Saint..."

The girl whispered that her name was Bernice, and she was the youngest priest in this temple.

Solamus turned his head and smiled at her mildly.

"Bernes... what message do you have for me?"

Solamus' words are actually a pun, because the name "Bernese" means the one who brings the news of victory.

Bernice smiled shyly, and she said softly:
"Saint, the old lady asked me to tell you not to go out during these days, absolutely not to go out."

The old woman is the old priest of this temple and the chief priest of this city-state.

Soramus replied:
"What does this mean? Isn't it the Water God Festival recently? Do you want me to not even show up at the festival?"

The Water God Festival is the most solemn festival in the entire city-state. People will worship the Water God, sing and dance, and offer all kinds of precious offerings in this festival. After a few days, it will be the season of the fish tide. I am grateful for the blessing of the water god, so that I can harvest a lot from fishing and hunting.

Bernice looked around, then revealed a nervous look, and whispered:

"The town is haunted... a lot of people died."

"Haunted?"

"Hmm, I heard from other priests that it has been haunted recently."

Bernice hesitated, then added:
"I overheard it from the old lady...that female ghost comes every ten years...to take away a lot of people's lives, and most of them are men. Of course, there are also many women..."

"Well, Bernice, you have bad news for me."

Solamus said with a smile.

Bernice clenched her hands, puffed her cheeks and said:
"Saint, this is not a joke."

Soramus looked indifferent.

Seeing her like this, Bernice added worriedly:
"Be careful, you.
That female ghost killed many people, and I remember the old woman said that she had nothing to do with her. "

Soramus nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing that Soramus became a little more serious, Bernice felt relieved. The child stepped forward and glanced at the book in the saint's hand.

It was a book of fairy tales.

Bernice was very surprised.

Before she could say anything, Soramus asked:
"Why, are you surprised?"

Bernice nodded in surprise,

"What do you think of this?"

"Because I need it."

After finishing speaking, Soramus closed the book, just smiled and did not explain to her in depth.

"Oh, is it a fairy tale?"

Bernice nodded half-understanding, and then asked.

"Yeah, that's pretty much all of it."

Solamus replied.

Fairy tales are derived from mythology, and in many cases, the boundaries between the two are blurred, so in the study room of this temple, there are various fairy tale books, which are often used by priests to educate children who are about the same age as Bernice. little priest.

Bernice stared at the fairy tale book and muttered:

"goddess…"

"Do you want to be a fairy?"

Soramus saw through her mind at a glance and asked softly.

Bernice shook her head in embarrassment, then nodded hesitantly.

"If you want to talk about a fairy, you are a saint, you are a fairy. How can I compare with you?"

After hearing this, Soramus pinched her face and said softly:

"Fairies are to be chaste and noble, and to be wise, they are like witches, but they do not make peace with lust, but with virtue.

Most importantly, they refuse to be lukewarm, and they refuse to turn a blind eye. When the noble is trampled, she will lend a helping hand and give him the sword, but when the noble does mean things, the fairy will part with him , The sword that committed evil together with that person also needs to be cut off by her own hands. "

After hearing this, Bernice's eyes sparkled, and she looked yearning.

"Saint, where did you know this? How do you know everything?"

Solamus lowered his head, leaned close to Bernice's ear and whispered:
"I know it from my father."

"Your father must be very wise!"

Bernice said childishly.

Solamus smiled, and said:
"He has seen far more than me, and no matter how difficult it is, he can't exhaust his wits."

Bernice nodded, and this pure little girl couldn't help but wonder who Soramus' father was.

Every priest in this temple knew that Solamus had appeared suddenly, as if from the sky, and that her past was obscure and unknown.

Not long after, Bernice slowly exited the room.

Soramus looked at the fairy tale book in his hand, and opened it again.

The reason for reading such a book is because of her angelic nature, and secondly... this kind of book is related to an old saying of hers.

"fairy tale".

That was one of her favorite old sayings.

Not long after, Solamus gently put down the fairy tale book.

She pushed open the window and looked at the city-state below from the high temple.

Angels are the extension of God, and also the reflection of God's brilliance...

In the eyes of this archangel who is closest to God, countless illusory golden threads are floating in mid-air.

She carefully looked at the silk thread in front of her eyes, countless mortals are often puppets of fate, but mortals don't know it.

"A female ghost..."

Solamus pondered.

According to the few words that Soramus heard these days,

This time of every decade is always the time when the dead are the most.

Moreover, the death conditions of the deceased were miserable, and their appearance was strange...

A female ghost can do evil all year round in a city-state, and even the chief priests of the water god can't do anything about it, or even avoid it.

There are even rumors that a high priest suddenly hanged himself one day in his later years because he was trying to exorcise the female ghost. When he died, his head was crooked, with a horrible smile on his face.

The origin of that female ghost is not that simple.

Thinking of this, she smiled and said to herself:
"However, maybe the origin is not as old as mine."

　Pushing a friend's book, the big guy of the creation stream, three hundred catties, smiled, his brain was wide open, biological evolution, almost every cell has wisdom, it is very novel and has the atmosphere of creation stream.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)