Working Prophet.

Chapter 326 The Miraculous Spontaneous Combustion

At dusk the next day, the slender jar that Clara asked for was delivered. The inner wall was polished very smooth, and the outer surface was engraved with the divine pattern of the Silver Moon Church.

After that, the little maid found another iron rod, which was about the same thickness as the inner diameter of the bottle mouth, and wrapped it with sheep's intestines, so that the sheep's intestines just filled the gap between the clay pot and the iron rod.

Clara tried poking the jar a few times with the iron rod to get a feel for it.

Herodotus just stood aside, watching the little maid with cold eyes, making sure she didn't do anything during the process.

Ruby was on the sidelines helping Clara.

When the preparations were almost done, the little maid took out a white mass from her pocket.

He was about to put it in the jar but was stopped by Herodotus.

"what is this?"

"Cotton." Clara said, "I took it out of a cotton coat."

Ruby also confirmed, "She and I took it apart together."

Herodotus brought the white thing in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He opened it to see if there was anything hidden inside, and put it under his nose to smell it.

He didn't smell any strange smell, so he returned the ball of cotton to Clara and asked.

"What signs are you going to show me?"

"I will throw this ball of cotton at the bottom of the jar, and then you can communicate with the goddess and ask your doubts. If the goddess' answer is yes, the ball of cotton under the jar will burn, otherwise the cotton will not burn. will burn."

"combustion?"

"Yes, during this period I will not light a fire, nor will I go near any source of fire."

"Then the cotton in the jar will burn by itself?" Herodotus asked again.

The little maid nodded, "I don't know if such a sign will satisfy you, High Priest Herodotus?"

Herodotus frowned. As the custodian, he kept a large number of ancient books of the Silver Moon Church. He spent most of his free time reading books. He was already a first-class scholar in the world. man of.

However, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out how to ignite the cotton at the bottom of the jar without a fire.

Such a thing is indeed enough to be called an oracle from the gods, so Herodotus nodded slightly.

He threw the ball of cotton into the clay pot with his own hands, "My first question is very simple." Herodotus said afterwards, "I want to ask the goddess if I am destined to lead Silver Moon church."

Ruby's face immediately changed when he heard this question, because although Herodotus used interrogative sentences, he actually already knew the answer, and he firmly believed in this answer.

In other words, Herodotus did not come to seek the answer to this question at all. He just wanted to see whether the cotton in the clay pot would really burn, so as to determine whether Clara was deceiving him.

Ruby didn't know if the little maid was aware of this too, and with Herodotus present, she couldn't give Clara any hints.

Fortunately, the latter seemed quite calm at this time. Apart from the slight trembling of his right hand, he did not lose his composure. He also made a gesture of invitation to Herodotus, asking him to contact the goddess first.

Herodotus did not procrastinate, he had already prepared the materials needed for the ceremony.

When the night came, and as soon as the silver moon appeared, Herodotus lit the pile of spices in the copper bowl, and then crossed his knees on the ground in the curling white smoke, praying quietly.

His pair of rectangular pupils, looming in the smoke, gradually lost focus and seemed to have drifted far away.

Have you reached the Kingdom of God?Ruby didn't know, but it seemed that Herodotus' trip to the Kingdom of God was not smooth, and his face remained expressionless.

But he still finished his prayer earnestly.

And just as he finished speaking the last word, Clara also used all her strength to insert the iron rod in her hand into the clay pot.

All the way to the end, the barrel was quickly drawn out again.

Before the little maid had time to look into the pot, Herodotus on the other side had already stood up and walked over.

He snatched the clay pot from Clara's hand and looked down into it.

Then the pupil shrank sharply!
On the other side, Ruby's heart also reached the throat, waiting for Herodotus to announce the answer, but then she heard Herodotus say, "Search."

Ruby responded, but before she took a step, Herodotus' voice was heard again, "It's not you, Naima, you go."

Hearing this, Sister Naima strode up to Clara, who was also very cooperative and raised her hands.

Sister Naima searched very carefully, from head to toe, not even under the nails, but no matter how many times she searched, she couldn't find anything suspicious.

The scythe, tinder, and gunpowder could not be found, and the little maid's body couldn't be more clean.

In the end, Sister Naima could only shake her head at Herodotus, and Herodotus frowned again.

After a while, he spoke again, "Second question..."

"Sorry, I can only ask one question a day." Clara interrupted him, "Merlin said that gods don't like to be disturbed frequently, and you don't want to be hated by Picia either."

"Then ask again tomorrow." After Herodotus finished speaking, he took another deep look at the little maid.

Turned around and went back to his room.

Ruby couldn't believe her eyes. After Herodotus left, she finally got a chance to get close to the clay pot, and saw that the ball of cotton inside had disappeared.

Instead, there is a piece of ashes left after burning.

Ruby was greatly shocked. She had been standing not far behind Clara just now, and she could see clearly the whole time. The little maid did nothing except poke the clay pot with an iron rod.

I haven't been close to any fire source, how did the ball of cotton in the clay pot burn?
Is it really a sign from the gods?
But Ruby felt that even if this was a response from the gods, it should have come from Saturday, not Picia, because Clara obviously knew that such a thing would happen.

Saturday...is it really so magical?
Ruby thought again of the stories Clara had told her. Before that, she had always doubted the veracity of these stories, but now she was beginning to waver.

Since Saturday can make the cotton in the clay pot burn by itself, then the moving images on the wall may also be real, and the magical one that Clara is thinking about always disappears out of thin air, and when it comes back, it brings Frog with a present...

Ruby suddenly wanted to go to the green field to see for herself, to see that magical land, and the foreigner called the prophet.

(End of this chapter)