Chapter 305

The half arched gate under the tower was only opened, and there were few pedestrians coming in and out. In the golden mist of dusk, the scene was rather desolate. When Lu Zhengkang came, he was stopped by the guards. He whispered: "boy, is it my first time to come to the Rift Valley?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"I don't know the rules. I have to pay the city entrance tax, ten silver coins."

Lu Zhengkang laughed, looked at the six guards at the door, five men and one woman, and then took out ten gold coins, "Sir, it's cold. This money will invite you to have a cup of hot honey wine, and then buy some trinkets for the woman officer."

There was a greedy exhalation under the guard's helmet, which was reminiscent of the poisonous snake in the snake cage. He was in a hurry to snatch the gold coin, but Lu Zhengkang suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Oh," the guard said, "don't worry, young man, I remember your appearance. I will say hello when you enter the city, and my colleagues will take care of you." It's rare to see such an ugly person. It's hard not to be impressive.

"No, actually, I just want to get some information."

"Ask, just ask, but let's say that we can't just talk about the black thorn family."

"There is a temple of Mara in Rift Valley City. Are the priests there reliable?"

"Of course! It's well known. "

"I mean, can they really talk to Mara?"

"Yes, definitely. My mother-in-law picked it up for me with the blessing of Mara." The rest of the guards gathered around and praised the effectiveness of the temple.

Troll's heart murmured, true or false, this is a marriage agency. So what are the clues to mother's memory?

The previous conversation made Lu Zhengkang also clear that Garna's memory is only 21 years old, the most beautiful and healthy time, exquisite skills, and full of fantasy about the future and the distance. Countless young people embark on the journey with hope and confusion, but what makes her different is that she is a lone wolf abandoned by her hometown. She wandered around, working, stealing, robbing, and occasionally reading books. Her grandmother taught her writing and language. As a weak person, she still knew how to draw courage from books.

It was at this age that mother met her father, and the occasional broken words in her diary would talk about the scene of their love.

Mara, the Holy Spirit of love and marriage. In the Nord system, he is GinaI's maid. In the imperial system, she is the Mother God, the maternal incarnation of the universe.

In this way, it is clear that the disappearance of mother's memory of love has something to do with Mara, but he is only an unconscious higher soul, and there will be no spontaneous behavior. Therefore, who should use Mara's divine power to erase mother's memory.

Lu Zhengkang asked the guards, "how are these priests

"We don't often contact with them. Occasionally we can see some of them in the pub. They all look very nice. You can go and see for yourself, brother. But I warn you not to do anything illegal."

Waving goodbye to the greedy guards, Lu Zhengkang strolled near the city. The streets were relatively clean and tidy, and the houses were closely arranged on both sides. These tall buildings were magnificent, including wooden and stone ones, with high triangular roofs covered with compact square tiles. This is the place where the rich live, and only high-grade things can be found on the ground. As for the poor, they live in the dark underground of the city, in the humble huts beside the river.

Walking a distance, you can see the river. Across the city, it's like a deep valley. The smell of fish and shrimp rotting is constantly rolling up. It's wet and greasy, just like those unqualified seafood markets. The air is full of disgusting smell, which makes people want to dig their nose down.

The temple of Mara is next to the Lord's residence, across from a villa of the black thorn family. There is a red linen flag and a light yellow Mara pattern at the door. A guard lazily leans on the wall, nods to the visiting Lu Zhengkang, and then turns to look at the street again. No one knows what he is looking at.

Lu Zhengkang walked through the courtyard full of fallen leaves and grass, walked up the steps and patted the copper door ring on the temple gate.

A wrinkled Dark Elf priestess opened the door. The bright candlelight in the room gilded her. There was a light spot on her old orange robe. Her first words were "Ms. Mara, bless you, my child."

Priestess, let's get out of the way and invite Lu Zhengkang in.

"Is there any doubt?"

Lu Zhengkang saw the bronze statue of Mara at the first sight, with a soft halo in the candlelight and some rust on the surface. This is a well-dressed woman with the posture of a martyr. Her head is tilted, her hands are naturally open on both sides of her body, and her face has two tears, such as a loving mother in a painful situation.

Lu Zhengkang went through rows of benches and came to the altar table. There was a wooden carved offering box on the ground. He stood here to admire Mara's face.

That's what mortals think of him, not what he really looks like, but that doesn't matter.

"Excuse me, how can I get inspiration from Ms. Mara?"

"Ah, it's you."Lu Zhengkang is stunned, "is it me?"

"Yes, Ms. Mara told me long ago that a man with doubts would come to seek love."

"No, I'm not here for love."

"I didn't say I came to seek my love." Although the Dark Elf Priest is old, he still has a kind of pure liveliness, which is incompatible with the declining city of Rift Valley, just like the sunshine at night. The pious faith made these priests get great spiritual satisfaction and high moral standards. They are almost the last light in this rotten city.

Lu Zhengkang showed respect and slightly bowed his head, "I didn't ask for your name."

"I don't have a big name. My name is Dingya Baru. I'm just an insignificant intellectual in front of Ms. Mara."

"Then can you tell me how to solve my troubles?"

"As a matter of fact, I have only the right to speak about the reading of revelation, how to understand it, and it's up to you."

"All ears."

"The filthy fool also looks up to the flowers of love,

" what he once owned will never give up until he dies,

"in the deep darkness, there is the bloody key to the dead,

" when the truly loved ones meet,

"the sad soul will rest in peace.

"To the endless garden of God."

Lu Zhengkang smacked his lips, but he didn't understand.

"Excuse me for my stupidity, can I have further inspiration?"

Ding Ya shook his head and gave a loving smile. "Don't be in a hurry. It's better to leave time to someone close to you. When that fateful opportunity appears, you will naturally seize it."

Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath. After a moment of silence, he bowed to Mara's statue and said, "thank you for the guidance of the Holy Spirit. I'd like to contribute some small efforts so that your priest can carry forward his glory."

Leaving 20 thick gold bricks, Lu Zhengkang took advantage of the darkness to engulf the sky, stepped on the locomotive, and drove to the direction of the hoska peak.

A lot of things are not always smooth, setbacks are normal, what Lu Zhengkang needs to do is to sort out the clues.