You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 70 In the Temple

The rain has stopped.

Yige completed the [Hunting Ritual], and he was in a good mood.

Pick up the sacred wooden staff that was soaked in sewage but showed no signs of damp.

He shook off the blood on his hands.

Go to the other end of the alley.

The way back has been turned into a cliff waterfall by Aldis.

It takes time to get around.

Ige simply canceled the plan to go back to Layton Street to change clothes first.

Go straight to the direction of the Temple of Ritual in Black.

On the streets paved with stone slabs, the accumulated water formed countless huge puddles, like a broken mirror.

Under the gray sky, the walls of the buildings on both sides of the street were stained with rain.

There were no pedestrians on the street, only a few wet and disheveled six-eyed crows circling and flying among the ruined walls.

A shrill and deep sound of wind came from a distance, with the roar of monsters and the wailing of humans.

The voice reminded Igg that nothing was over yet.

The black-scaled monster has ravaged the town.

The reason why it was so peaceful around him was because Aldis summoned all the nearby monsters.

Then he was wiped out together.

The narrow alleys were filled with the smell of dampness and decay.

This passage leading to Ligang Street is now devoid of living creatures.

Whether it's the poisonous insects that twitched on the ground in the past, or the rats that kept company with feces.

Nothing at all.

All that remains is the foul-smelling dirty water that covers the ground.

Yige frowned, and finally took a look at the boots on his feet that had been soaked in blood.

Still determined to wade through the water.

Cross the alley, turn left and continue walking.

At last came his holy place.

The Church of the Black Ritual.

The rectangular crystal on the dome of the temple was still swaying gently in the breeze.

Let Yige recall the sacred cause he had practiced with Aldis' body before.

Suddenly there was a sense of enlightenment in my heart.

Yes, everything was in the expectation of the gods.

And what I can do.

Just more rectangles for the gods!

Having determined his goal, Yige approached the temple resolutely, and pushed open the huge copper door.

The side of the entrance of the black temple is filled with a row of wooden benches.

The benches are arranged in two groups arranged symmetrically, with a straight and neat walkway in the middle.

At this time, the center of the aisle leading to the ceremony area was occupied by Mary and a group of civilians.

The rough linen clothes they were wearing dripped water from time to time, making them more cautious and afraid to sit down.

Probably because they are afraid of dirtying the solid wood benches on both sides and the delicate armrests on them.

They were startled when they heard the door open.

After discovering that it was Yige, he relaxed.

Yige counted, raised his brows, and asked Mary, who was not looking well:
"Why are there two people missing?"

Mary's expression became increasingly gloomy:

"Hardy and Atwood are dead."

"Dead?" Yige frowned, "What's going on?"

"After you signaled to us, we withdrew in the direction of Leiden Street, intending to go around to the temple from there."

"As soon as we reached Platon, a...scary monster stopped us."

"We ran as hard as we could, but Hardy and Atwood, who were the last ones, seemed to be overtaken by monsters."

"As a result, we took advantage of the monsters to kill them, and then ran, and finally ran back to the temple."

"Nobody knows what to do next."

"Fortunately, you are back, priest."

As Mary spoke, her voice became softer, and she became very depressed.

Apparently distressed at having to watch acquaintances die.

Iger knew Hardy and Atwood.

After all, apart from Mary's family, there were only eight people selected by him.

He still has a relatively clear impression of each of them.

Both Hardy and Atwood were members of the original temple renovation team.

I have been busy for a long time after running with Yige.

Words and deeds also show respect for the great god of etiquette and eagerness to believe in him.

Coupled with the fact that they are from leather factories, they may be useful in the future.

Yige made the taller out of the shorter, and selected them as candidates for his disciples.

Unexpectedly, they were finally folded into the hands of the black-scaled monster.

"How tall is the monster you encountered?" Yige asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Mary didn't understand why Priest Yige asked her this question suddenly, and subconsciously answered based on her own impression, "It's about the same height as Hardy, and looks like an ordinary person in terms of build."

"It's just that the monster has claws growing on its hands, and it's covered in black scales, which looks scary."

Iggy nodded.

Hardy's height is about 1 meters.

In this case, what these civilians encountered this time was just an ordinary black-scaled monster.

According to Yige's judgment, ordinary black scale monsters are relatively weak.

With just one monster, it is almost impossible to defeat this small party of his chosen followers.

Then the reason for the team attrition is very simple.

Yige glanced around at the crowd present.

Give them an extra chance.

Asked if they had anything to add.

The whole place was silent.

Yige found that several of them still had an expression of shame and lingering fear on their faces.

Feeling faintly unhappy in my heart.

Apparently, the civilians he selected were already timid after seeing the black-scaled monster's appearance which was very different from ordinary people.

Didn't even try to observe and understand the monster's strength.

Naturally, there is no courage to face it.

In this way, when a companion is attacked by a monster, it is logical to immediately think of running away.

In fact, it is not incomprehensible to choose to escape from Yige.

After all, if you really feel that you belong to the weak side, then of course you can obey the laws of nature and find a way to escape faster than your companions to seek a chance.

This is what happens in nature when the prey meets the hunter.

Yige more or less believed in this creed before he failed to receive a response from the gods.

But the problem is that he ran away, but now he still feels sad for not going back to save his companions.

Spend your time in annoyance and fear instead of doing something worthwhile.

Not to mention summarizing the situation of the black-scaled monster and discussing countermeasures.

Even if you wring out your clothes and clean the ground with a broom and mop from the cupboard in the front hall, don’t let the dirty water brought in from outside just stay on the ground of the temple?
The ambivalence of the people in front of him made Yige feel ridiculous.

He strengthened his original judgment even more.

That is, these civilians can only be used as stepping stones to maintain the operation of the church, and they are still an embarrassing task in essence.

It's not that he didn't think that he might be too harsh on these civilians.

After all, there was clearly a commotion in town right now.

The civilians were panicked, and it was reasonable for them to be a little out of proportion.

But they are not ordinary civilians.

They are the first batch of believer candidates chosen by themselves.

In the end, I only handed in such an answer sheet for myself.

What a disappointment.

Fortunately, Iger found that there were still people on the field who could remain relatively calm.

First of all, of course, is Mary.

After all, she was already the pastor of the Church in Black.

Although the final decision was to run away, at least some observations were made about what happened at that time and the general information about the monster.

Another one is the painter Oswald.

He responded to Ige except shaking his head when Ige asked.

For the rest of the time, he looked left and right, admiring the interior design of the temple.

The paintings and patterns in the temple were all drawn by himself or guided by the workers.

But after he completed the task of decorating the temple, he returned to his job as a street painter.

There is not much time to come to the temple to take a closer look.

Therefore, for him, all kinds of exquisitely carved utensils newly arranged in the temple are novelties that are eye-catching.

At the same time, Yige also noticed that Oswald's eyes consciously avoided the direction of the altar where the statue of the god stood, so he only looked around on three sides.

While expressing enough respect for the great god of etiquette, he did not show the slightest annoyance and pain that he lost his two companions forever but failed to save them.

Some people may think this is callous.

But Yige would like to call him a qualified believer in the god of etiquette.

This is also what he felt was lacking in Mary.

From Mary's gloomy and haggard look, he could see the uneasiness and loss in her heart.

Perhaps she was grieving the loss of two kind-hearted neighbors in the neighborhood.

But as a priest of the god of ceremonies, her emotions should not be swayed by the death of an unbeliever other than her closest relatives.

Even if these non-believers have already half-stepped into the glorious gate of the belief in the God of Rituals, the same is true for potential believers in the God of Rituals.

Speaking of it, she should feel guilty for her weakness and failure to kill the black-scaled monster and sacrifice its flesh and blood to the gods.

A cleric who is a god of etiquette didn't think of using the enemy's flesh and blood to please the god the first time he encountered an enemy.

This made Yige feel that there might be something wrong with Mary's thinking.

He made up his mind that he must correct Mary's wrong way of thinking in the future.

But now is not the time to do it.

Yige first took out a rectangular brazier from the cabinet in the corner of the front hall, then added firewood and lit it with flint.

Take Mary to dry the black robe on her body a little bit.

After all, the time is short and the conditions are relatively simple, so the robe is still a little wet and sticky.

But at least it won't leak any more water.

This is enough.

Yige winked at Mary, who followed him knowingly.

Although he was disappointed with the performance of the civilians, he didn't feel the need to deliberately neglect them.

At any rate, he was the candidate chosen by himself, and other civilians were likely to be even more miserable.

After thinking about it, he said to the civilians stranded in the aisle, "Dry your clothes here too", which was regarded as an instruction.

Immediately, he led Mary away from the front hall, which was the reception area, and walked towards the altar step by step.

There is the statue of the great god of ceremonies.

Just like when he baptized Mary, Yige brought Mary to a stop about two meters away from the base of the statue.

"Pray to the gods with me, Mary." Yige said lightly to Mary who was following behind him.

"What are you praying for, Priest Yige?" Mary was a little confused.

"Pray for the gods to be merciful to cast a barrier to guard the temple." Yige said calmly, looking at the pattern of warriors and wild beasts entangled and fighting on the pedestal.

(End of this chapter)