Chapter 131

Paltrow carried clean food and water on a tray, lowered his head, and stepped up the long steps in front of the grand hall with the most pious attitude.

Dozens of marble cast Doric columns constitute this extraordinary, magnificent and splendid temple. Paltrow walked through the light and shadow of the front hall and the long corridor, avoiding the clusters of flowers hanging from the gentle winding vines, and all the way to the main hall with the candle lights.

In the center of the main hall stands a ten meter high statue of a God made of gold and ivory. The golden robes and wings of the gods are gorgeous in color, and the gem inlaid eyes are shining. However, such a delicate work of art did not catch Paltrow's attention. His fanatical eyes fell on the man who was kneeling in front of the statue.

That's their Oracle priest muzzy.

Kneeling on the mat is wearing a white robe, which symbolizes purity. His long black hair falls down and gently swings between his slender waist. His waist was loosely tied with a blue silk belt, protruding from the bottom of his buttocks, and then down, the bare feet of the fruit were revealed by his kneeling posture.

These two feet are beautiful in shape and white in color, which make the white robes above them pale.

Perhaps it was the sound of Paltrow's footsteps that the Oracle priest turned and looked over. His face was delicate and snow-white, his lips were as rosy as roses, and his shining eyes were like the stars in the sky.

Seeing Paltrow coming, the other party stood up from his kneeling mat and met him with a bent brow and a gentle smile on his face: "you are here. Thank you for the food

Mozart was the Oracle priest of the city-state. He was the highest priest in charge of astrology. Like other priests, he stayed in the temple three times a year for a month. During this period, the priest shall not eat unclean food or wear unclean clothing. Therefore, the food and clothing of muzzy are all delivered by special personnel.

With a soft white hand on the edge of the white porcelain tray, the Oracle priest in front of him looked at the food on the plate and said with a smile: "it's Stewed Mutton and fruit that I like to eat. Thank you. You have a heart."

Paltrow, looking at his gentle and beautiful face, lowered his wild emotion, took a deep, dark breath, and respectfully said, "priestess, when are you going to use astrology?"

The new sowing season is coming. The priests in charge of sundials need to arrange the farming time according to the calendar, and the calendar of one year needs to be customized by the Oracle priest who is in charge of astrology. At the same time, he also needs to use astrology to make a rough prediction of various events in the coming year, such as possible coups, floods and so on.

The cold is over, and the spring breeze is blowing across the land. Mozart had already been ready to start astrology, so he did not feel at a loss when he heard the speech. Instead, he said with a smile: "please also ask the priest Paltrow to convey the message to the monarch. Tomorrow night, when the Apocalypse appears, I will do astrology at the observatory on the top of the temple."

Paltrow was also a priest, but he was much lower than the Oracle priest. He was not in charge of sundials and astrology, which had a great impact on the city-state. He served as a clergyman for the Oracle priests and helped them complete their offerings and sacrifices.

Therefore, when he heard the words of the people in front of him, he just lowered his eyes, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "yes."

Muzzy took the white porcelain plate to the small table next to the mat and sat on it to eat. When he had finished eating, he returned the tray to Paltrow, who had been waiting.

As the tray was handed over, Paltrow reached for it, but accidentally touched a cool, soft fingertip. He quickly retracted his hand and lowered his head lower.

Instead of noticing the response, he continued to express his thanks and instructions: "tomorrow night, before I start astrology, I will trouble you."

Paltrow could hardly hold the white porcelain tray with a shake of his hand.

Before performing their duties, the Oracle priests will have a special cleansing bath. Bath is enough. The priests who live in the temple have to bathe three or four times a day to keep their bodies clean. Paltrow has long learned to stand by with a towel in his hand and not squint.

However, "clean body" this matter, is not he deceives oneself, steals the bell to be able to hide past.

As a "purifier" among the priests, he needs to remove part of the body surface hair for the Oracle priest.

Paltrow had removed the hair from the arms and legs of the beautiful priest before he moved into the temple. He still remembers that he was holding up the white and thin leg, and the skin on the palm was very delicate. Obviously, the other party's hair is sparse, almost nothing, but he still deceives himself to take a knife and gently scrape that little bit of fluff.

At that time, the pure and beautiful priest was somewhat shy, with round toes curled up on his knees. The other side's two thin arms supported on the mat, his slender white neck slightly raised, and the golden light of the sun behind dyed his long black hair yellowish.

Like a helpless Lamb on the altar dedicated to the gods.

At the thought of this, Paltrow's fingers clenched, almost crushing the edge of the white porcelain tray, and even his body tended to look up. There was a little scarlet in his dark eyes, but he didn't know it. He could only lower his head deeper and hide the waves in his heart: "the Oracle priest need not be so polite. It's all Paltrow should do."After muntzsche had finished eating, he would continue to pray in front of the statue, and the communication between them would be over.

Paltrow walked out with the white porcelain tray, through the light and shadow of the front hall and the corridor, and his ears seemed to grow sharp and long as he passed the gentle winding vines.

A bunch of flowers were dangled by the sharp devil's ears, but in a flash, the sharp ears disappeared. Paltrow, the priest of the purifier, turned from the back of the corridor with a solemn look and handed the white porcelain tray into the hand of the God servant who had been waiting outside for a long time and did not dare to lift his head.

Only a bunch of flowers gently shaking on the corridor.

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In the evening of the next day, many people of the city-state rushed to the temple, prostrate themselves on the ground, and looked up to see their most beloved God

instruct the priests to perform astrology.

The Oracle priest was pure and beautiful, noble and kind. After he predicted the plague the year before last, he asked the emperor to clean the edges and corners of the city, control the city's access, and let the priests in charge of healing prepare for the battle. In his white robe, he went down to the slums in person to distribute food and medicine to the poor people. He took the wreath from a small child and put it on his head.

Later, the plague broke out as expected. The origin of the plague was another city-state, and almost all the surrounding cities were attacked. However, as the Oracle priests predicted and urged to take measures in place

, this should have spread in their city-state, and the number of casualties was very small.

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therefore, all the people in the city loved the Oracle priest very much. Even though they knew that they were not short of food and clothing, they often sent fresh bread, meat and fruit to muzzy's door. Yesterday, when they heard the oracle that the priestess was about to make astrology at the time of the rising of the Oriental Apocalypse this evening, they all spontaneously came to watch and wanted to see the people who had been in the temple for many days.

He was wearing a white robe, holding a scepter symbolizing the power of the Oracle priest, wearing a wreath of flowers, and his long black hair fluttered in the evening wind. He stood in the setting sun, his white face reflected warm yellow, and nodded slightly to greet the monarch of the city-state in front of him: "Your Highness, I'm on the star watching platform."

The young monarch was tall, with his back to the setting sun, casting a silent and reliable silhouette. There was a look of obsession in his eyes. Before he could hold the priest's hand and encourage him, he saw that the other party had turned and walked towards the observatory.

The star of the East was about to rise. It was a good time for divination. Mu Tze did not care about the monarch's reaction, so he went to the observatory. The top of the temple was covered with flowers, and he walked barefoot along the silk paved road to the observatory.

By the time the Apocalypse was fully up, it was already dark, and muzzy was lined up on the observation platform, waiting for the guidance of the moon and stars.

The practice of astrology has to keep an eye on the astrolabe and the sky. It may not end until midnight. After looking at the astrolabe for a while, he saw that the night was getting dark and the people crawling below still did not walk, so he stepped down the steps from the observation platform.

Waiting for one side, Paltrow, who was guarding the Oracle priest, turned his head and saw Mu Tze walking under the moonlight, stepping on a starlight. Flowers were on his head, and half of his body was illuminated by the full moon, reflecting his beautiful facial features and thin figure.

The scene is like a hazy dream.

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Paltrow saw the Oracle priest give himself a gentle smile: "Paltrow, it's late. Let the people go back first. If they are crawling on the ground for a long time, they are easy to get cold

The other side said, pausing for a moment, the attractive eyes looked over, showing a little worry: "Paltrow, do you feel OK? If you feel sleepy or cold, go to the back hall and sleep for a while. There's not much to do here. I'll just look at the astrolabe

When he finished, he did not know if it was his illusion. He saw a red flash in the dark eyes of the loyal purifier standing under the steps. But before he could look at it, Paltrow lowered his head, and his deep voice came with the evening wind: "Oracle priest, I will convey your will to the people."

"As for me, I will guard you forever."

The voice was deep and magnetic, as if from the chest, full of strong feelings.

Muzzy was stunned for a moment. Before he could speak, he saw the purifier turn around and pass through the top of the temple and convey his will.

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Paltrow didn't want to go, and muzzy couldn't force him. He had to go back to the observatory to observe the astrolabe.

Through the communication of many priests and God's attendants, the people below heard that this was the wish of the Lord priest, and they prayed devoutly before retreating. Paltrow stood at the turn of the stairs and looked through the open window of the temple wall until he saw that the people were gradually dispersed, and then he went back up the steps to the top of the temple.

At this time, with the change of the stars, Mu Tsai observed the changes of the astrolabe, and his face gradually turned white.

According to the astrological signs, there will be three years of drought in the area where their city-state is located.During 20-03-1222:03:15, the little angel who cast the overlord vote or irrigated nutrient solution for me