Chapter 101

The gate of the temple was slowly closed. Before closing, Ren heard someone shouting outside: "Be careful, pull out the blade first, and then treat him."

He looked at Viola beside him, and smiled slightly smugly.

Viola was still immersed in that poem, staring at Ren with lake blue eyes, and said softly: "I didn't know before, so you can write poems."

"Uh..." Ren touched his chin unnaturally, "The inspiration suddenly came, so I wrote it."

"Yeah?"

Viola was skeptical. Looking back now, Ryan insisted on writing poems with Yatesby just now, and he was obviously very sure. It didn't look like he was inspired.

There is also the song "Viola by the Lake", which was also created after a sudden inspiration.

This inspiration is too frequent!

Ren's various miraculous performances are very different from his three years in the academy, like two completely different people.

Could it be that the perfect soul transformation opened up Ryan's mind?

Viola shook her head slightly, not wanting to delve into this matter, and suddenly said: "I like this poem very much, but there is something wrong."

"What's wrong?" Ren asked.

"I am a half-elf, and like a true elf, I do not grow old even in the late stages of life, and always retain my youthful appearance, and only when I am dying will I suddenly age, almost a few hours, too late to sit by the fire to remember and Your love." Viola said something sad, but her face was very happy.

Ren was stunned, he really didn't know this.

He just copied poems, how could he think of so much?

Viola smiled sweetly, like a hundred flowers blooming, and said: "No matter what, I like your poems, they are so well written. Since you are so talented, you should often write poems for me in the future."

Ren blushed a little, but when he thought of the complete anthology of poems in his phone, he felt confident again, and patted his chest to assure: "No problem, as long as you like it."

He quickly changed the subject and asked, "Who is Yates from, which family?"

"It's just the son of the Sandymond family. His father is a viscount and a famous painter in the empire. He runs a number of galleries in Longshande and several big cities. He does art auctions. He has a lot of wealth and some contacts, but You don't have to worry, I will teach Viscount Sandymont a lesson and keep Yates away from you."

A cold light flashed in Viola's eyes. She didn't want to let it go so easily for what Yates did today.

After the ceremony is over, she will personally come to the door to settle the accounts.

"I'm worried about that egomaniac?" Ren smiled indifferently. He hoped that Yates would come to trouble him in the future, take the opportunity to kill him, and harvest his soul.

He suddenly thought of one thing.

This Yates has obviously pursued Viola for many years. Leaving aside his hostility towards him, Yates is in good condition in all aspects, handsome in appearance, outstanding in strength, an artist, and also the priest of the long-haired lady. He is very suitable for Viola's ceremony, why not choose him before?

"I know what you're thinking."

Viola patted Ren with some dissatisfaction, "Even without you, I wouldn't choose him."

"Why?" Ren asked curiously.

"This person's possessiveness is too strong, his love for me is too fanatical, and he wants to treat me as a vassal to prove his own charm, rather than a real lover." Viola explained calmly: "If I Being with him will definitely not lead to good results."

"You have a good eye for seeing people." Ren admired Viola's wisdom.

In fact, he also saw it, but it was only with the help of the eyes of the soul that he could see through Yates' morbid psychology, but Viola observed it by himself.

"If I'm not sure about people, how can I choose you?"

Viola smiled sweetly, blushing slightly, and said softly: "Let's not talk about him, let's prepare for the ceremony."

"good."

Ren looked at the scene in the temple. There was an open space in front of him, like a spacious hall. There were two rows of round stone pillars standing on both sides, supporting the dome. Dozens of bright crystal lamps were hung from above, emitting soft light. It feels very romantic.

The ground is dotted with flowers and stone paths, like a small garden, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, exuding a charming fragrance.

At the end of the shrine, there is a tall statue of a lady with long hair.

His face is extremely beautiful, and his posture is dignified. He is wearing a thin gauze robe, holding his hands in front of his chest. The most dazzling thing is his long hair that hangs down to his knees, shining with a whitish brilliance.

This statue is obviously made by a master sculptor, and it is lifelike, with both form and spirit.

At the foot of the statue is an altar.

What surprised Ren was that the altar was built in the shape of a pool. The area was not large, and the water in the pool was very clear. You could see the bottom at a glance, and it was only half a person deep.

The edge of the altar pool is covered with runes, magical energy surges in it, the water vapor transpires, and the bottom of the pool emits a shimmer, which makes people feel very comfortable.

A disrespectful thought flashed through Ren's mind, why does this altar look like a hot spring bath?

Viola took Ren's hand and walked up to the altar.

Her face was already blushing, and she said in a low voice: "For the prayer ceremony of the long-haired lady, it is best to stand in the pool or bath, which means cleanliness."

Ren tested the temperature of the water, and it was just right, thinking that this is really a bath...

He looked at Viola and asked with a smile, "What should I do?"

"Just go into the pool and watch me pray." Viola instructed Ryan to walk into the pool. He took off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles. He felt refreshed in the water and unconsciously relaxed When I got down, I remembered the experience of soaking in hot springs in my previous life.

Viola took out the phonograph, placed it on the stone platform on one side of the altar, and moved the needle with the crank handle.

Suddenly, a burst of melodious music sounded in the temple.

Viola turned around and put on a thin gauze dress with her back to Rennes, which was exactly the same as the one on the statue. The design was exquisite, and the skirt fluttered as she walked, showing a very seductive hazy beauty.

Ren's eyes widened.

Viola then danced before the altar as part of the prayer ceremony.

The dance is very aesthetic, with captivating magic fluctuations, and it is even more pleasing to the eye under the accompaniment of music, which feasts Rennes' eyes.

Ren noticed that from the moment Viola started dancing, her fire of faith grew rapidly, like adding fuel to the fire, becoming more and more blazing, and the illusory thread formed by the fire of faith sank into the void, causing the gods to move Resonating, the statue emits a trembling breath, as if a great existence is about to come.

After a dance ended, Viola's flame of faith was still shaking.

She walked into the pool step by step, stood in the water, clasped her hands in front of her chest, lowered her head slightly, silently recited the honorable name of the long-haired lady, and began a formal prayer.

Viola chanted in a low voice, which was combined with the music of the gramophone, but there was no confusion at all.

Ren heard it clearly. Not only was she reciting the prayer, but she also reported the information about the gramophone and added it after the prayer.

After three times in a row, it happened that the phonograph record had finished playing once.

Viola played the music again, turned around, stood in the water and looked directly into Ren's eyes affectionately. There was only a bit of shyness on her beautiful face, and her pointed ears trembled slightly, without any timidity.

The prayer ceremony has reached the most important step.

Ren's heart beat faster, knowing that it was time for him, a tool man, to play.

Gentle ripples appeared on the surface of the warm pool water, rippling outwards round after round, a few wisps of bright red scattered under the water, and were diluted in an instant.

At this moment, the hearts of the two are so close, there is no gap.

The gramophone record has only recorded "Viola in the Lake" so far, and it takes about three minutes to play once, and it takes about ten minutes to play three times after the record is turned around.

After shaking the handle twice, the stylus also dialed back twice.

Ren was getting better and better. When he shook the handle for the third time, in the middle of the process, he suddenly noticed a terrifying aura appearing on the statue beside the altar. The eyes of the statue shot out light, looking down at the two people in the pool.

The gods have come!

Ren was overjoyed. The coming of the gods meant that the ceremony was half successful. As long as he continued to please him, Viola would be able to receive the blessing of the divine spell.

However, the terrible coercion made Ren's heart tremble.

He didn't dare to use the eyes of the soul to look at the statue, feeling like a light on his back, a little powerless.

"Don't stop." Viola reminded with difficulty, her voice was trembling, as if she was overwhelmed by the power of the gods.

Ren can only bite the bullet and continue.

A few seconds later, the eyes that fell on him moved away, as if attracted by the phonograph, and a white phantom enveloped the phonograph, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

In the temple, only the music of the phonograph echoed.

The beautiful melody is repeated over and over again.

After shaking the handle again, Ren was used to this kind of gaze, so he could only pretend not to know his existence, and concentrate on contacting Viola at a negative distance.

He is not a believer of the long-haired lady, so he cannot directly communicate with the gods, and he does not know what the situation is.

But judging by Viola's reaction, there should be nothing wrong.

There's nothing wrong with getting divine spells.

During the immersion, Ren suddenly noticed that Viola in his arms was a little weird. His hair became longer and longer, hanging below his waist, and the color of his hair gradually changed from golden to fiery red. His beautiful face remained the same, and his eyes were blurred , just the lake blue eyes, in the blink of an eye, they turned into dark gold!

When these dark golden eyes looked at him, Ren felt very strange and familiar.

At the same time, the terrifying aura on the statue disappeared.

Ren suddenly realized what happened, and shouted in his heart: "Fuck! Fuck..."

The Man of Steel was subconsciously stimulated, and his whole body was as hard as iron, so he was not frightened into making a fool of himself on the spot. There was no problem physically, but he couldn't get over it psychologically. He paused there, not knowing whether to continue or quit.

At this time, Viola made a strange voice: "Don't stop."