Chapter 1147 The Sun God Wants to Survive? No, We Want to Kill It

"What? Are you going to choose Sun Virgin again?!"

Aya Manke's face lost all color. It was the first time that Grete had seen such a face that had been sunburnt and rosy after living on the plateau for a long time, and it could actually look so pale. The little noble's body trembled slightly and his voice was hoarse:

"Didn't you just choose it a few years ago?"

"The past few years were the past few years." The officials who came to choose the candidate - or perhaps the nobles - were much richer than Aya Manke. The trek on the plateau mountain road obviously did not make him lose anything. Two pieces of meat.

He slowly cut off the fattest piece of barbecue on the dinner plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it until his mouth was full of oil. After finishing eating, he glanced at the host calmly and said slowly:

"I have chosen in the past few years, but it's not like I can't choose again this year. Besides, becoming a Virgin of the Sun is the supreme honor of every woman in the kingdom. Only the most beautiful, intelligent and noble girls can be selected—— "

As he said that, he looked at the little girl at the end of the dining table and smiled. He nodded and raised his chin slightly:

"What do you think?"

The little girl felt her father's nervousness, her face turned slightly pale, she tilted her body and subconsciously held her mother's scarf, as if to hide her body behind her mother.

However, upon hearing the words "the most beautiful, the smartest, and the noblest", her petite body relaxed a little and her eyes began to shine:

Can I be selected?

This means that I am the most beautiful, smartest and noblest girl in the kingdom?

Can I learn the legendary weaving skills and weave the best "Kangbai" in the world?

She didn't speak, but she straightened her spine a little and raised her head. The official who came to select the candidate smiled encouragingly at her, and then turned to Aya Manke:

"Why, you can't bear it?"

A suffocating atmosphere enveloped the table. With a pale face, Aya Manke looked at his little daughter and then at his two sons on the other side. Finally, he bowed his head respectfully:

"It is the duty of every noble to serve the great Sun God."

"Is this right?" The visitor smiled and drank half a glass of wine calmly. His gaze swept across the long table, pausing for a moment on the two female guests with pointed ears, but finally took it back.

These two people are extremely beautiful, but their appearance is unique and they do not look like the people of the Sun God. Moreover, both themselves and others around them exude an aura of "not to be trifled with"...

Forget it, forget it, don't look for trouble. When you come out this time, just get enough of what you need to catch, and don't add unnecessary complications. It would be foolish to have something happen where it shouldn't happen.

He ate and drank quietly, no longer looking for trouble. The atmosphere at the long table was extremely depressing. Even the servants serving the dishes were very gentle and did not dare to make any sound. There are only a variety of dishes served on the long table:

No salt, spices or leavening agents are added, just the original flavor of corn, fluffy and fragrant tortillas;

A bunch of fresh pumpkin flowers, fried fragrantly in the oil pan;

Mushrooms baked with cheese, pick them up with a fork and pull out long sticky strands. Grete took a bite, and the taste of this cheese was unlike anything he had ever tasted...

"What kind of cheese is this?"

he asked Idian quietly. Idian crossed the fork and pointed at the clay pot that had just been served on the table:

"That's cheese made from alpaca milk - what's on the table now is alpaca meat. Hmm... the meat is quite tender and looks like it's a baby alpaca, which is generous. Alpacas are usually raised for shearing. Milking cows, rarely killing food..."

Alpaca…

Alpaca meat…

Grete thought about the kind of round-faced, honest-looking and cute animals that were kept as pets of Internet celebrities, and there was something wrong with him. Serila was very interested:

"Alpaca? What is that? I haven't seen it yet! Can you go and see it later?"

"It's already dark and I can't see clearly now. Maybe tomorrow..."

Gretel actually wanted to ask "What is the Virgin of the Sun?" But looking at the atmosphere at the table, he also knew that this was not the right time to ask.

It's not that you can't chat with spells such as communication, but whether it's the owner of the family or the officials who come to select people, they all have power fluctuations. It's okay if you don't get noticed, but if you do, it will be very embarrassing!

He endured it until the meal was finished, and was led to the guest room by the host, and then he couldn't wait to ask Yudian. Idian sighed:

"Sun Virgins, as the name suggests, are people who serve the Sun God. In name, they are priestesses of the Sun God and concubines of the Sun God. But in fact..."

"The Sun God can't marry them." Cerela muttered to the side. Idian nodded:

"That's right. Although the sun god of this country can perform miracles, he really cannot walk on the earth to marry them. Therefore, except for a few girls who are particularly qualified or of particularly noble birth, can they become real Priestess, others..."

"What about the others?"

Grete shuddered subconsciously. Idian shook his head, his tone pitiful:

"Sacrifice."

Gretel was speechless. He paused, looked around, then raised his hand and waved. An invisible sound barrier fell, and he whispered:

"So, this sudden large-scale request for sacrifices is related to..."

Having said this, he remained silent and raised his hand to point at the top of his head. Idian nodded heavily:

"I don't rule out this possibility. But, don't worry about this kind of thing! You can't afford such a big thing, and neither can I!"

Gretel nodded sadly. If you ask Idian to say "I can't stand it", I guess this indigenous sun god will not be a level 18 or 9 monster. He might be a legend - or higher.

He definitely couldn't get involved in this kind of thing unless Teacher Yao came over. The question is, why does the teacher care about things here?

Just be honest, get the borax you need, and go back to the Elf Forest as soon as possible. Even if the sky falls, there will be tall people who can hold it up. He can't hold it up anyway...

The guest room was quiet, everyone was thinking about their own thoughts.

Idian was planning how to get enough borax. Grete was thinking about how much borax was needed for the first batch and how to get these things back. Losia had a straight face, and no one knew what she was thinking. .

Only Serila pricked up her ears and looked around. That little girl looks well-behaved and has a cute smile. Is she really going to be a sacrifice?

do not!

Is there any way to save her?

Little did the silver dragon girl know that similar things to today were happening in many places in the kingdom on the plateau. In the temple of the royal capital, the statue of the sun god lit up and dimmed, dimmed and lit up again, but could not break away from a layer of misty black air;

And further afield, plans against this kingdom, against the Sun God and the gods of the kingdom are also being brewed.

"Is the news accurate?"

In the Governor's Palace of the Governor-General of Pellu, Governor Saneco Martinez frowned with a black sword eyebrow and moved his fingers on the map.

On the thick sheepskin map, the lines are zigzag, thick or thin, deep or shallow. Beside the lines, there are large and small circles or triangles, marking the existence of mountain peaks or lakes.

Just by looking at the randomness of the lines, you can tell that this map was produced many years ago, and its accuracy can make every military commander cry. Martinez looked at the map like he was looking at a rare treasure:

"After some time, there will really be great changes in that indigenous kingdom? Is it possible that their false gods will fall?"

"That's what the intelligence said." In front of Martinez, stood a young priest in his twenties with a fair and handsome face and deep and flexible eyes.

He pressed his ink-stained fingers on the map, followed a thick line, and jumped over one by one:

"Here, here, here, here... all the nobles in these towns were asked for girls aged 10 to 12 years old. We speculate that such large-scale requests may be used as sacrifices."

"Human sacrifice? Sure enough, they are indigenous people, very barbaric."

Martinez grunted in disgust. He stroked the map for a while, spread his fingers, and pressed heavily on the map:

"Has the location of the new royal capital been confirmed?"

"Not yet," the young priest replied softly. After a pause, before the governor's brows condensed again, he hurriedly said:

"However, in order to destroy this kingdom, it is not necessary to determine the location of the royal capital first. - According to the church's calculations, in a few months, the light of the false god may be temporarily obscured. During this period, the power of the false god will It will hit rock bottom.”

"The false gods are indeed false gods." Governor Martinez sneered. The light is blocked? The light of the Lord of Glory will always hang high in the sky, shining on all things, and it will never be obscured!

Only false gods would have this kind of light disappear, and at the same time their strength would decline and they would fall into the valley!

"The church speculates that this is the best time for us to deal with the false gods. Of course, we need the help of the Governor's Palace, otherwise, we may not be able to do it just by relying on the power of Archbishop Bartolome."

Martinez hummed and tapped the scabbard lightly. Although the false god of that kingdom is only a false god, his power cannot be underestimated——

There must be a legend. Moreover, a legend is not safe.

Of course, the Governor-General of Pellu is not unable to use this power. Based on the size, territory, and population of the Governor-General of Pellu, there are enough two legends in charge of this Governor-General.

One is Bartolome, who sits in the cathedral. The other one is Governor Martinez himself. The two legends, together with their masters, have a chance of winning, but this also means that all the elites in the Governor's Region will be available.

"Let me think about it...let me think about it again..."

The gold and silver sent back home last time disappeared inexplicably, and the Heavenly Knight who rushed over was also killed. For this reason, both the Governor's Palace and the Cathedral have been criticized at home.

This money can certainly be replenished, but why do the powerful men in the governor's district dig into their own pockets for no reason?

It’s always good to find help from others!

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