"Look at what we encountered." Roma said to Yasukawa, "the remains of the pioneer?"

"Or it is necessary for transferring jobs." The instructor taught her to retreat honestly, "The temple of nature elves is more grand, and the tree shepherds are much worse. But we had to come and sit in the middle of them."

To be honest, it is hard to be called a temple. The ground is covered with anti-slip hay, and the innermost part is covered with thick yellow vines. Both emit a musty smell. The walls have been polished and carved with tiny ancient magical scripts; there is also a puddle the size of a fish tank on the left, and the water inside is quite clear, but there are no fish and water plants. Even if it is not very qualified here, these sets are better than those two strange heads facing each other.

Roma climbed onto the stone platform, and the tentacles were still slippery and sticky, but she didn't find anything left in her palm. She felt nauseous about this. Even those two heads could not make her feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, the two heads were close to each other, fixed on two stone pillars, and did not slide down. The head that was closer belonged to a woman, but Roma could not tell her race. Under her long hair that had not yet fallen off, her facial features were preserved intact. On her cracked skin, the two eyeballs were wrinkled like dried grapes. There was no tooth in her empty mouth, and the middle of her tongue was slit like a slender gift ribbon.

Even though she didn't know what long years had passed, she still maintained a terrified expression before her death. Roma approached and observed until Yaskawa made a sound to stop her. "What are you doing?" he scolded, "Don't get so close to them."

"What are these two heads?" she asked.

"Didn't you say it all? It's just two heads." The instructor didn't want to explain.

"But they are in Heather's temple!"

"Well, I have to tell you that your Tinder Trial has something to do with them. Will this make you feel better?"

There was no such thing. His concerns were indeed correct. Roma began to regret her searching for the roots. She stared at the shriveled eyes of her head, "I don't need to touch them, right?"

"You are not qualified to touch it. Okay, don't talk too much. Go to the stone platform and take out your greatest patience. Roma, you must wait on it until the sun sets."

Hearing that there was still half a day before the strange ceremony, Roma felt a little relieved. She carefully bypassed the female head. Even though each support point was so smooth that it could cause people to lose balance, she did not let the corners of her clothes rub a fragile hair. If we look at the degree of decay of muscles and bones, the texture of the hair was relatively fresh. But since this is Heather's temple, the mystery that violated common sense is common sense.

She quickly focused on the second head. This was the old man's head. The wrinkles on its face were deeper than cracks and fine slits, and the skin also had large pieces of peeling off. A gray linen wrapped around the top of the head, so that Roma could not tell the gender of its owner. The mystery appeared on it. However, in the heart, the little lion felt a strange sign, and it told her that the head was an old woman during his lifetime. Where did my feeling come from?

The wind poured into the cave through the gap and made a whimpering sound. She originally decided not to sit, but just hugged her knees and squatted on the stone platform, but her sore lower limbs soon shook her will. While climbing to the high ground, the instructor still strictly urged Roma to practice bowing and string control. Any branch that was more than half an arm was ejected to the hillside without exception, and the arrow in Roma's back bag fell. She dared to swear that this was the most intense training she had ever experienced, and it seemed that every oily rubber plant was against her. When the little lion arrived at the top of the high ground exhausted, her limbs were almost unmoved.

Climbing down the mountain exhausted Roma's last strength and courage. She felt that she didn't need to abuse her body because of her sudden psychological cleanliness. Roma finally sat down, and the subsequent sense of relaxation made her drowsy.

She quickly sank into her dream: the stone walls twisted, the ground was sunken, and endless honey poured from the hole into the narrow temple, as if it was not a temple but a honeypot. The two heads were covered with syrup, and hot chocolate gradually flowed out of the empty nose and ears, flowing all the way to her feet; the puddle kept spewing hot steam outwards, as if someone was baking the jar on the fire. Roma jumped up and aimed at a falling vine. She hoped that she could use the power to rise, but she didn't expect the branches to be too slippery and she fell heavily to the ground.

"Teacher!" Roma woke up and found that his head was knocking against the stone.

She received no response, and Yaskawa seemed to have left the temple. This scared her. The little lion wanted to climb down from the stone platform, but the Wind Walker came out of the curtain of the shadow and taught her to stop.

"What are you doing?" He then laughed at himself: "Don't you think I've asked this question many times? Alas, I really don't understand what you guys are thinking in your mind all day long."

"I fell asleep," she said truthfully.

"Didn't you dream of becoming a Wind Walker?"

"I dreamed that I was soaked in honey and felt extraordinary disgusting."

"Well, some dreams are uncomfortable for you. I brought lunch to try it?"

"You went hunting?" Roma honestly waited on the stone platform for the mentor to approach, but watched the other party grab a handful of blueberries out of his pocket. "What?" She didn't reach out to pick it up in confusion.

"There is no fire in the temple, and it is even more blasphemy to eat cooked meat. These fruits are delicious enough." Yasukawa took out the apples and chestnuts, and even a few olives. "Do you want hot sauce? I still have some here."

Without meat, she was disgusted with the taste of any seasoning sauce. "I am a lion." Roma protested, "How can I not eat meat? There is a fire trial next, and I have to eat enough to pass. Why don't you let me finish lunch and come on?"

The instructor was unmoved. "First, fruits can be full." He put down his food and turned back to the temple's gate. "Secondly, keeping the fire and the cleansing of the soul is good for the ritual. If your lunch contains meat, we have to come again tomorrow."

"It is natural for the lion to eat meat." She disagreed with this statement, "The goddess will not say anything."

"Yes, the law of the jungle is Heather's law, and predation is also a way to respect life... but the herders do not. In the temple where you lions worship the goddess of the forest, He will be happy to accept the sacrifice of meat."

And this is the temple of the tree-pastor. Roma had to chew an apple. She didn't know if the Lion Man had Heather's church on the grassland. Larsen once told her in class that most of the Lion Man believed in Sirte, the god of wisdom and flame, and there were few Heather's believers. Roma's faith originated from her mother, and in the eyes of most Lion Man, this was not orthodox. "I hope the ceremony will begin now."

Yaskawa ate a blueberry. He understood that the little lion did not want to get a response, but needed someone to listen to her complaints.

"Things are always not going as they wish." Roma said in a slump, "Why do I have to stay behind these two heads for a day? Time is obviously very tight."

"I didn't see any urgency in you."

"I want to find Aiken and then go to the bloodborne trouble. Finally get rid of Ronide and go to the grassland. Isn't these things enough?"

"When it comes to the next plan, I have different opinions," said Yasukawa.

And Roma knew what he was going to say. "I have to do this." She told him, "My friend is waiting for me to get her son back." At this moment she really hoped that this was not a lie.

"If she was really your friend, she would never ask for help from a little devil like you. The involvement in this is not something that a tower apprentice has the ability to bear. Well, I think the lady who commissioned you may not understand the difference. To be honest, she might not have thought about asking for help from you. You volunteered, right? I can see that. But no matter what, she should reject you."

There are many people who reject her these days, from Larsen to Manet, and even mystery and order have been waiting and watching. If we count further, most of the fateful gatherings will refuse to let her be an apprentice. "Luckily she doesn't." Roma answered provocatively. Lies came out of her throat without thinking.

"Children." He sighed.

"My claws are sharper than your daggers, and they can quickly control the magic of arrows." Roma reminded, "Maybe children can deal with a whole team of cross knights, no worse than you." Besides, I also have magic in my rings.

Larson is an astrologer in the astronomical room, and his magic is hard to say how much lethal his magic is. However, after all, the Awakening Realm is the Awakening Realm. Just in terms of mysticality, even if it is a defensive or immobilizing mystery, it can easily resist even the arrows shot by the wind walker Yasukawa. This is her reliance on her arrival at Eastman alone.

"Yes, when it comes to fighting, few children can compete with you. However, pursuing the bad deeds of the church is not as simple as fighting. I say you are a little devil because you think too little. If adults think too little, they will die very quickly. Now you are about to participate in adult affairs and take your children's minds."

She didn't understand. "What's wrong? I just want to find Aiken. This is right. I did not violate the Goddess' rules nor did I hinder Eastman's public order."

"That's the problem. Because once you live in the world, you need to consider more than faith and law. Every move we do is bound, and Roma. The older you are, the more you will be aware of their existence." He peeled off the apple with a dagger. "And you can only think of two."

"You said I'm stupid, are you?"

"I say you are childish. Mature people can find more constraints. Of course, this does not mean they are smart people."

"It doesn't need to think so much about this! Because I'm sure I'm on the right path," said Roma. "And you know that my choice is right."

Her words taught Yasukawa's movements were stopped.
Chapter completed!