Chapter 632 "Find" From "Looking for Pythia"

"No need."

The hoarse and ethereal female voice floated to the ears of the two of them across the cliff. This was the first time that Nelson saw traces of magic other than his own in this era. The thin mist floated faintly from the path. The spear soldiers trembled in fear after noticing the mist, and the spears in their hands fell to the ground uncontrollably, but they seemed to be under a petrification spell, and their feet seemed to be glued to the ground, unable to move. Can let the mist brush towards them, passing gently between the mouth and nose.

Immediately, the soldiers fell limply to the ground.

"That's interesting," Nelson drew out his wand and stared at the mist. "Why do these people fear God's messenger so much?"

There was a strong smell of sulfur in the mist, mixed with the scent of burning ancient spices, which made people drowsy. Nelson raised his wand, and just as Tom was chanting a spell to disperse the mist, it stopped in front of Nelson Down, thickened in the agitation, soon, a barefoot woman stepped out of the mist, her skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, blue blood vessels loomed under the skin, high nose bridge and cheekbones, dark wool like The curly hair is no different from that of the ancient Greeks on the peninsula today.

There were no traces of labor on her hands, and her white and slender feet didn't seem to have walked much, so that when she first landed on the ground, the soles of her feet were scratched by the gravel on the road, and the barren blood slowly flowed Seeped out, leaving bright red footprints on the ground as she approached Nelson's steps.

She was naked, with only wisps of mist surrounding her body, making her body undisguised. On the way close to Nelson, the mist blocking her became thicker and deeper, a black mist The woven clothes, which are difficult to distinguish whether they are robes or long skirts, cover the body casually. It is hazy and rhythmic like fog all the time, very much like the unpredictable fate.

What emerges from the mist is a beautiful and delicate face that is incompatible with this barbaric era. She looks like a gentle young mother, and it would be perfect if she held a clay pot of cheese in her hand However, compared with the pallor with blue veins showing all over her body, the flushed cheeks on the sides of her striking face showed an unnatural blush. Nelson had seen such cheeks, In the Highland Hero Village in the Scottish Highlands, such faces can be seen everywhere on the faces of villagers who rely on "medicine" to survive.

What attracts the eyes even more is the pair of blurred and drunken pupils on the cheeks. He can't see even a little bit of his own reflection or reflected brilliance in these eyes, just like an unpolished work. The porcelain, like a broken egg, is cloudy and broken, her eyes seem to be unable to see anything, but Nelson can feel that this woman's eyes have never moved away from her body.

"Because they admire God, long for God's grace, and praise God's achievements without any burden, but if God is really allowed to walk on the earth, no one will be happy to see it," said a smile common to all ages on her face. , her hoarse voice seemed to come from far away through a screen window, passing through Nelson's heart, and then quickly dissipated thinly, "For those who are not favored by magic, angels, demigods, heroes... ...Or your so-called wizards, who are already very close to the authority of the gods. They are willing to hear me convey those ambiguous oracles that can be interpreted at will in the temple, and they are willing to offer treasures and slaughter sacrifices for me, but they are not willing. Seeing me personally throw a golden apple in front of them, you should understand this truth better than me."

Nelson looked at the woman in front of him. She was not as resolute and courageous as those statues two thousand years later, but more like a delicate young girl, a chaotic seductress, with messy hair hanging from her forehead. Dangling like a pendulum across his cheeks, he raised his wand to his chest, saluted her with wizarding courtesy, and held her back.

"Are you Pythia?"

"That's right, as you wished, I walked barefoot from the temple on the top of the mountain to meet you in person. Fate tells me that I can catch up with your journey by setting off when the light of dawn breaks in my eyes," Pi Tia lifted the long hair that fell on her forehead, and stared straight at Nelson's face. There was a mist like waves in her eyes, which were exactly the same as the flowing broken egg yolk. She bent down, knelt on one knee, and said softly Said, "Nelson Wertning Williams... Traveler of destiny, I have been waiting for you here."

"Did you meet my visit?"

"You announced your itinerary in advance." Pythia seemed to repeat Nelson's question in a different way. She looked at the remains of the big silver ball that had been smashed into the ground. The mayflies collecting waste had long been there before her arrival. After completing their work, she hid around Nelson. Her knees and calves were cut by gravel, and she asked piously, "May I be lucky enough to ride in the sun god's chariot?"

This kind of piety does not point to Nelson, on the contrary, it confuses the two of them.

"All right."

Nelson and Tom looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and waved their wands. The mayfly that had just hid flew out of its hiding place in dissatisfaction, and formed a carriage in front of Pythia. Nelson looked at Pythia's bloodied feet. Ya, shook her head helplessly, her attitude was extremely humble, and she was even willing to lock herself in Nelson's transformed carriage to express her sincerity, which made him feel so angry that he had no place to vent his anger, so he could only make a "please" gesture , a hand made of air mass formed in the air, picked up Pythia, and sent it to the carriage.

Nelson looked at Tom, tilted his head in the direction of the carriage, and said, "You—"

But before the words came out, Tom had already shaken his head and rejected him. Neither of them wanted to sit in the carriage with Pythia, so they had to stand beside the carriage on one left and one on the right like two door gods. Nelson thought for a while, since It’s the sun god’s vehicle, and it’s impossible without horses. He waved his magic wand, and four steeds made of flames stood neatly in front of the carriage and neighed. There was a whipping sound, and the four horses kicked vigorously on the ground and stepped into the air.

The flame pattern on the car body lit up, reflecting it like a big fireball, and the more clearly visible Sun God carriage rose in the eyes of the citizens who had just been shocked by the spectacle, and two suns appeared in the sky at the same time!

People rushed to tell each other that there were countless kowtowed and praying citizens in the streets and alleys. They looked at the carriage driving towards the temple with reverent eyes, but there were different expressions in the eyes of others.

"Thank fate, He sent you here, the knot of disaster can finally be opened."

On the way, Pythia sat in the carriage and sighed as if he was alive after a catastrophe.

"I'm curious," Tom asked softly, looking out the window of the carriage, "if Nelson was the one who resolved the disaster, why should you thank fate instead of him?"

Pythia raised the curtain of the car and stared blankly at Tom. It was the first time since she received Nelson until now that she looked directly at this silent young man who was ready to attack her at any time.

Tom's gaze was immediately attracted by Pythia's eyes that were very different from ordinary people. He felt that something deep in his soul seemed to be exposed. He just wanted to stop it, but he saw Pythia's head that seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer. Ya took the lead to avert her eyes, and with a long sigh, the car curtain fell down.

No one saw the turbulent waves in Pythia's eyes, her chest was constantly heaving, and the mysterious aura was swept away in an instant. As a natural prophet, she has absolute confidence in her vision , but at the moment of spying on Tom's fate, looking back from the same starting point, a small side branch deviates from the established road and extends to the distance. The branch-like branches almost blinded her eyes.

They were born on the day when Nelson appeared, and they climbed the thick tree trunks like vines, but they had infinite possibilities. At a point infinitely close to the current Tom, they regained their lives with a girl who should have died unexpectedly. Rebirth is a turning point, but the different futures of these offshoots counterattack the ending of the devil and occupy the path of true destiny.

This is a man whose fate has been changed.

Before Pythia, there was no lack of excellent prophets in the world. Divination was one of the earliest uses of magic, and the history of prophets is as long as that of wizards. Everyone has a unique way of reading fate, but She had never seen a way to challenge or even change him. She tightly gripped the armrest of the carriage, and slowly turned her face to Nelson's direction, but she still didn't dare to open the curtain to look at Nelson like Tom. She didn't until This time-traveling visitor would bring her a huge shock, but she never expected that just the first contact would challenge her perception of fate so strongly, the carriage fell silent, and the two people outside the carriage also fell silent. Without saying a word, he drove a flame that could compete with the sun to cut through the sky, and galloped towards the temple in the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain.

"It's a very interesting phenomenon, Priestess," said Tom softly, as he reached the top of the hill. "In our time and country, every family prays devoutly before meals, and sings to their gods that He has bestowed The grace of food, but no one will be grateful for the farmers who grow the crops, the father who earns living expenses, the wife who is busy in front of the stove, and no one is grateful for the pots and pans, plates, knives and forks, dining tables and chairs that actually exist. Invariably, we are grateful for a non-existent statue, and grateful for the legend passed down by word of mouth.”

"you……"

The carriage came to a stop, and Pythia lifted the curtain again, staring at Tom, but in the end, before she finished speaking, Tom no longer cared about her. He was staring at the magnificent temple in front of him. After supplementing the knowledge in this area, although I have forgotten a lot, I still remember that this temple seems to be built by a tyrant, but I don’t know whether it was because of insufficient financial budget or because his enthusiasm was too late to be fulfilled. In short, it stopped working halfway through the repair.

But now it seems that this temple has not been built successfully? It is more magnificent than many modern buildings that Tom has seen. The columns covered with paintings describe in detail the ancient and magical stories, praising the god of the sun who was shaped by people to bring light to people and invent music. , predicting fate, developing herbal medicine, protecting migration and sailing, Tom realized that the pure white color of the ancient Greek ruins he had visited was not their architectural style, but the appearance of the painted paintings after weathering and peeling off.

The beauty brought by the completely symmetrical structure of the temple is enough to make anyone feel enjoyable and satisfied. On the top of the gentle but still sharp angle stands a golden sculpture of the sun. The sun shines on the sun and is reflected by it. Only then did the light dye the dome of the temple golden.

Tom glanced at the story on the front pillar, glanced at Nelson who was tilting the carriage to let Pythia down with a strange look, and shook his head violently.

"Choices for some may be destiny for others."

Pythia's voice was so low that Tom, who was obsessed with these murals, couldn't even hear him. He kept looking at Nelson, adding to his doubts.

He couldn't help but suspect that the paintings on these pillars really matched Nelson's. Fortunately, Nelson was a talent who had a hundred ways to blow up the crucible when he was making medicine, otherwise he would break into the temple right away to see What kind of face does the god inside have? Maybe Nelson has come to the farther past and left his own legend here.

"Come with me, both of you."

The hem of the skirt fluttered into the gate of the temple that was large enough for giants to pass through. Nelson noticed that no matter which direction he looked at from a high place, the thick and seemingly indispellable clouds were always covering the sky. The city-state looked up and could see the sun.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the empty temple. Compared with the appearance, the interior of the temple was very simple. Except for the pillars that had not had time to paint murals, there was only a reclining chair blocked by a linen curtain. There was a gap in the floor, and the dense mist was escaping from the gap, and the smell of sulfur was stronger. Besides, there were not even statues in the temple.

"Isn't the Temple of Apollo dedicated to Apollo?"

"No, in fact, the belief in the sun god here has only been born in the past few years." Pythia shook his head and walked towards the reclining chair behind the curtain. "I believe you have also seen it. On the peninsula, this is the only place where you can see the sun." The place."

"Haier——" Nelson suddenly realized that maybe Haierpo also has the magic of responding when someone calls his name, so he stopped, "Can he hear me calling his name here?"

"It doesn't matter, he should already know." Pythia lay down on the chair and let out a weary groan, "He thinks that people who are not pityed by magic are worthless, so he promised me that if there is no A wizard, he will not conquer here, you have also seen that this city-state has no magic, and the refugees who know magic try their best to hide themselves, so as not to be discovered by Hai Erbo."

"So we've been exposed."

Tom looked at Nelson.

Nelson nodded, and followed his lead by saying, "From when we fell from the sky in a burnt ball."