You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 85 Red Banquet Hall

Martha was a little afraid to recognize the girl in front of her.

Her delicate white skin is as smooth as round pearls.

Wearing a black silk robe, the exquisiteness of the fabric makes Martha, who often deals with cloth, envious.

It's embroidered with white rectangles at the collar and falls gently to the ankles.

Although part of it is covered by the child in her arms, her graceful body curve can still be seen.

The smooth long hair is tied into a simple but delicate bun by ribbons, which is natural and beautiful.

A few strands fell down and hung lightly beside her ears, embellishing her slender and slender neck.

The girl's lips parted slightly, showing a kind and charming smile, as soft as petals:
"Welcome back to Talek, sister. "

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Martha's eyes widened, she couldn't believe that the graceful woman in front of her was her sister.

How come after not seeing her for a few years, she has become so mature from a yellow-haired girl.

And
She couldn't help but glance at the man next to Mary.

The man has a well-proportioned figure and gives people a sense of calm.

The face is well-defined, with a broad forehead and a straight nose.

She has short hair, slightly mixed with gray and white, showing the vicissitudes of time.

His black robe was also made of precious silk and satin, which looked very elegant.

The golden rectangular pattern is painted on the collar, which adds a sense of solemnity and sacredness.

Seeing her sister's eyes turned to her husband beside her, Mary smiled softly:
"Sister, I haven't introduced you yet."

"This is my husband, Igor Nacio."

When Martha heard this, she didn't know what to say for a while.

She had no idea that her sister was already married.

Jorvik didn't react as much as Martha, because he had little contact with Drake's family in the process of interacting with Martha.

I can't even remember what Ma Li looks like, so I don't feel much about her changes.

On the contrary, he was a little bit emotional. After all, Mary and Martha were sisters. Not only were they similar in appearance, but even their demeanor in formal occasions was almost exactly the same.

When Jorvik took Martha to the banquet in "Belstad", she looked similar to Marie now.

However, what surprised Jovik was that when his wife met her sister whom she hadn't contacted for so many years, she seemed very hesitant, as if she was dealing with a stranger.

There is no way, out of etiquette, he can only take the initiative to speak first to resolve the embarrassment:

"Good evening, Mr. Eagle, Ms. Mary, I'm Jorvik Longfellow, Martha's husband."

"Thank you for the invitation."

After listening to Jorvik's self-introduction, Yige met his eyes in mid-air.

Both sides immediately understood each other's clergy status.

As the host, Yige didn't intend to be rude, and stretched out his right hand:
"Welcome, Mr. Jovik and Ms. Martha, just call me and Mary by our first names."

Mary standing beside him also nodded.

"Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient, Yige and Mary, you can just call me and Martha by their first names."

Jorvik was also a respectable person, and he extended his right hand to shake Yig's hand as he spoke.

It seems that my wife and sister also look like well-bred gentlemen and ladies.

The Drakes must have thrived.

I just don't know what role this clergyman named Yige played in it.

Of course, he didn't directly ask about Ige's identity, but changed the subject, looked at the child in Mary's arms, and continued to exchange greetings:
"Is this your child?"

"It's really cute."

The baby in Marie's arms has a round face with fair and delicate skin, like a freshly peeled egg.

The ruddy mouth was slightly opened, revealing small white teeth, and the corners of the mouth were slightly upturned, revealing an innocent smile.

His big eyes shone bright and clear, like two clusters of clear springs reflecting the sky.

Curiosity and joy to the world are hidden in innocent and innocent eyes.

The baby's hair was soft and delicate, covering his little head like wisps.

In Mary's arms, the baby quietly watched everything in front of him, including the uncle and aunt who came to visit unexpectedly tonight.

Hearing Jorvik's question, Yige's expression that didn't change much became more vivid, but Jorvik could still see a trace of stiffness in it:
"Yes, Jorvik, this is my child and Mary's."

"So did you name him?"

"We don't need to name him."

When he said this, Yige's face was finally completely relaxed and soft:

"Because he already has the name given to him by the gods."

"Huh?" Now Jovik's face became as disbelieving as his wife's.

Although the descendants of priests will follow the beliefs of their parents, not all descendants of priests have the opportunity to be named by the gods.

It can even be said that most servants of the gods are not qualified to let the gods name their children.

Generally speaking, at least mid-level and high-level clergymen who are priests and above have this opportunity.

And even the apostles who are closest to the gods are not sure that their children can get a name bestowed by the gods.

After all, whether it is the position of apostle, bishop, or priest, it is a manifestation of the gods' recognition of the priest himself.

It has nothing to do with the attitude towards their children and grandchildren.

Especially since Ma Li's child looks so young now, it's hard to say whether he has been weaned or not. How can he show whether he is devout to the gods?
Under such circumstances, there is only one possibility for the children to receive the honor of being named by the gods.

There is at least one high-level clergyman among Yige and Marie, and he is a clergyman who is very favored by the gods.

Thinking of this, Jovik subconsciously looked at Mary on the right.

Only then did I realize that the other party also faintly displayed a unique aura of a priest!

It was because Jorvik didn't think about that aspect at all at first, so he preconceived and rejected her specialness.

However, after a quick comparison in his mind, Jorvik felt that Yige was still the high-level priest.

After Jovik was promoted to a priest, he often communicated with the high-level priests of the "Golden Mother".

He felt that the holy and solemn aura emanating from Yige was by no means possessed by ordinary low-level priests.

Since he was facing a senior member of a certain church, Jovik's tone couldn't help adding a touch of respect:
"So, Ig, if it's convenient, can you tell me the name of the child?"

"Of course." Ige saw Jorvik, who was a few centimeters taller than him, think for a while, and immediately lowered his body slightly, and the tone of the question became a little more cautious, knowing that the other party had figured out his approximate identity , but it doesn't seem to matter what:
"My son's name is Apeles."

"Apelles Nacio."

Passing through the not-so-long corridor, a group of people headed straight to the right under Yige's leadership.

A magnificent, but inexplicably ominous banquet hall suddenly appeared in front of Jovik and Martha.

High vaulted ceilings are beautifully painted with murals, and several framed oil paintings hang on the white walls.

The theme is either the red eagle spreading its wings or the red eagle eating the corpse.

Exquisite standard blood-red rectangles decorate the pillars and the remaining space on the wall, creating a savage and elegant contradictory atmosphere.

Jorvik felt faintly uncomfortable after entering the banquet hall.

He looked at the pure white wall, which is completely opposite to the color of the outer wall, filled with various reds:
Red eagle, red rectangle, red line.

The unmatched red and the repeated corpses in some surrounding scrolls gave him an illusion——

It was as if I had broken into some well-groomed evil sacrifice, rather than the residence of my wife's sister and brother-in-law.

Martha who followed him was even more shocked.

She scanned the layout of the entire banquet hall.

Suddenly, it seemed to be controlled by some unknown existence.

This time, the irresistible invasion of her spirit was stronger than the one she had experienced before the door of this black stone mansion.

all of all—

Paint, carve, decorate.

reflected on her retina.

They all seemed to start to diverge and blur.

It ended up being a sheer color.

Red White.

White Red.

Like muscle, like skin.

Like a blown head.

picture.
Blood!

"Martha, it seems that you have the talent to appreciate the works of our 'Lisavanier' painting company."

A low and slightly joyful voice sounded from beside Martha.

The sound itself was not considered loud, but when it fell on Martha's ears, it was no less than a thunderbolt.

"Ah!" She couldn't help but screamed, and the sweat kept pouring out on her forehead.

His lips were pale, and his petite body looked extremely weak.

Noticing the movement, Jorvik came back and stroked his wife's back with his right hand.

Martha gasped for breath for a while, and then gradually slowed down.

She raised her head and gave her husband a calm expression to reassure him.

"I'm sorry, Yige, maybe I came here from "Belstad", and I was too tired all the way. "

"I'm not feeling well."

A look of astonishment flashed across Yige's face, he didn't expect Martha to be so weird.

She seemed to feel the beauty of the painting, but she couldn't feel the joy and joy from it.

He and Mary looked at each other, and out of politeness, he asked Martha:
"That's it, Martha, do you want to go back and have a rest first?"

Hearing this, Jovik also looked at his wife in his arms.

To be honest, at this moment, the sense of uneasiness in his heart is also getting stronger.

They haven't gone deep into the banquet hall yet, they just passed the entrance.

Not only did he feel that something was wrong, Martha also had such a violent reaction.

But looking at Yige and Mary, they didn't seem to be affected at all.

Combined with Yige's identity as a high-level priest.

There is probably something wrong here!
Could it be that I and Martha entered the temple of the evil god by mistake? !
However, Martha, who was still a little weak, failed to notice her husband's complicated look and hints in his eyes.

Feeling as if he had recovered a little bit, he responded vigorously:
"It's all right, Ig, I think I'm better."

"I'm also looking forward to using this dinner to learn more about the changes at home and in the town from you and Mary."

Yige nodded, and then greeted the two waiters who were waiting in the corner on the other side of the banquet hall to inform the chef that the banquet was about to start.

In the center of the banquet hall is an incomparably luxurious long table, made of dark solid wood, as smooth as jade.

Various or nested or overlapping rectangular patterns and patterns are carefully carved along the tabletop, showing the unparalleled skills and artistic taste of the craftsmen.

A row of chairs are placed on both sides of the long table, and each chair is wrapped in soft flannelette, which makes people feel warm and comfortable.

There are also cushions on the chairs.

Yige sat in the main seat.

Jorvik and Martha sat down under the guidance of the waiter, facing Mary.

The four were silent for a while.

Jorvik felt the discomfort finally begin to subside.

Seeing the comfortable seats and warm lighting calmed down my wife's emotions.

Decided to take the initiative to open up the chatterbox, and tried to say to the hosts who didn't seem enthusiastic:

"Ig, Martha, how did you meet?"

Martha smiled slightly, and took the initiative to take over the conversation:
"Jorvik, have you forgotten?"

"Egg is my neighbor."

"He also lives in Leighton Street."

"Huh?" At this moment, both Jovik and Martha were a little surprised.

Suddenly, Martha seemed to react.

"Egg Egg"

"Is he that weird.unique man next door?"

Although Martha changed her words quickly, Iggy had no problem with his ears and could understand what the other party meant.

But he didn't care about that.

If the words of others could shake his faith, he would have long ago given up faith in the great god of ceremonies.

Can't wait for that holy night to come.

Also based on this reason, even though no new oracle came after the god sent him the oracle three years ago, he still steadfastly completed all the tasks assigned to him by the gods.

He understood that this must be the test given to him and his gift in black by the gods.

They were like babbling babies before, and the gods had to carefully guide them on every level.

And this time the god's silence is telling them that they must grow further.

You can no longer be a chick waiting to be fed, but a flying eagle that masters the sky!

This is probably why I always dream of that majestic blood eagle after accepting the divine descent!

Yige recalled in his mind the creations of the gods that had appeared in his dreams countless times.

Once again, I was moved by God's foresight and deep fatherly love.

As long as the power of the ritual in black can be strengthened, it will become the sharpest blade under the command of the great god of etiquette.

No matter how much you pay, it is worth it.

Right now, there may be an opportunity:
"Yes, Martha, I was living next door to your Drake house."

"Maybe because I'm a little withdrawn, so you don't have much impression."

Martha was a little embarrassed to face Yige's generous response.

After remembering who Yige is, she has no impression.

Instead, impressions came flooding in.

She was one of the people who reported to the guards that Yige believed in evil gods.

It's just that she didn't expect that the other party has now become her brother-in-law.

And judging by the power on his body, he is definitely the upper class of the town.

Maybe even a clergyman!
and many more!

priest?
Martha remembered that Yige often talked about a god in the past.

What's the name?

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