Chapter 108 Past

"Haha, sir, the whispers of the gods are not something that ordinary people can hear or understand." Tarek replied. "I use a common way of divination..."

"What did you say?!" Ashu Rufate suddenly realized something and his eyes lit up suddenly.

"…this…that…I…us a common way of divination, which is bird bone divination…using bird bones…”

"I'm not saying this, I'm saying the previous sentence you said. What are you saying... The whispers of gods cannot be heard by ordinary people? Can't mortals listen to the words of gods?"

"Ah... sir, this... don't you know? How could the gods' words be heard by mortals? Even if it's just a few words of the gods, mortals can't afford it!"

Ashu Rufate was obviously stunned. "What if I can't afford it?" he asked.

"Of course it's mental disorder and going into madness!" Tarek replied. "Or, those who have heard the whispers of the gods are dead."

"This is..." Ashu Rufate found himself inadvertently touching the key to open the secret door. "Rumor? Legend? Or something experienced?"

"Sir, this is just a legend. But I think unless you are too confident or too stupid, you will not be interested in proofreading whether this matter is a rumor."

"Can't the gods communicate directly with mortals?" Ashu Rufat said softly, unable to tell whether he was talking to Tarik or talking to himself.

"Oh, from a logical point of view, if the voices of gods can be heard directly by mortals, then where are there so many ways to accept oracles in this world?"

The voices of the gods cannot be heard directly by mortals... Could it be that what Slaanes said before, "You are special" refers to this? For some reason, I have the opportunity to listen to the words of the gods directly? That's why

Wait, this is ultimately just a saying. In this world, there is no direct connection between legends and reality, even in chaos.

Ash Rufate suddenly regretted killing the Immortal Lord, or it was too early. He should ask. Indeed, the Chaos believers in the lower and middle levels do not have the chance to listen to the divine words, but people like the Immortal Lord Jacks must have the chance... Wait, fortunately, there is more than one Immortal Lord nearby, and there is another one.

"By the way," Ashrufa decided to calm down and turned the topic back. "What was the result of the divination you mentioned?"

"A result that I can't explain," Tarek said. "It can only be understood that for me, the journey is full of dangers and opportunities."

"Oh, why is a 'unexplainable'? The Lord of the Deceit didn't give a clear word."

"Oh, sir, you may not know. Different oracles have to pay different prices. Similar to bird bone divination, there is no price to pay, but accordingly, they get only an ambiguous and symbolic answer. It is a difficult job to interpret it, and I am not sure that I can understand it. The oracle I got is like this: 'The Lost City, the Month of Snake, the Holy Grail of Flame, the Kingdom of Ashes, the Sword and Power, the lament of the gods.'"

"What does it mean?" This oracle is really mysterious. You can understand each word at a time, but you can't understand it when you mix it together.

"Sir, I said that interpreting such oracles is a difficult job, and no one can say that they understand the will of God 100%. This is also the reason why bird bone divination is simple and convenient and does not require additional cost. Speaking of which, many people do indeed adopt the method of bird bone divination, but if the entire tribe requires guidance from the will of God, they will use other methods that can be clearly guided. I can only make such speculation based on the content."

"It's very interesting," said Ashu Rufate. "But I have some small things to ask you to help me with."

This sentence became the end of the conversation. Tarik quickly said goodbye and left, while Ashu Rufate leaned hard on his chair. He would soon know whether what Nurg said was true or not.

Tsengchi once again put hooks in his gifts - and more than one. What Asu Ruffat could do now is to remove these hooks as much as possible. Of course, it may be impossible to remove them all, but one less is better.

He opened his eyes and saw Rafinia walking in. For some reason, he thought of hooks again in his mind. Perhaps it was not only Tsengchi who liked to hide hooks in the gifts. Rafinia had a pair of clear and beautiful light blue pupils that could reflect everything, and her delicate lips. Looking at Rafinia's face would make people think of those stories and legends, those wars caused by love, and those beauty who made millions of people bleed.

In fact, among the believers of Slaanes, there are other similar beauties. For example, the Chaos Lord Sagas, whom Asu Ruffat knew before. But Sagas's beauty is illusory, and it is Slaanes' magic that directly produces the concept of "charm". When your eyes move away from her, you can't even recall where she attracts you. And Rafinia's beauty is real, and can be felt by the eyes and remembered by the mind.

Ashrufate was not sure if Rafinia had some conspiracy of Slaaneya, but he knew that in the realm of chaos, the most uncontrollable thing was desire. Once desire was conquered, it would be equivalent to completely corroding chaos. In the past, many elite spies selected from churches were sent to the realm of chaos to find out the news, and most of them eventually lost on this land and could never return to their hometown.

Tsengchi uses interests to attract mortals, Slaine uses desire to attract mortals, Nurg uses hope and coercion to attract mortals, and terror uses simplicity and generosity to attract mortals. Chaos uses the temptation of power and authority to eventually attract mortals to his own disciples. After coming to the realm of chaos, a southerner can soon feel the real power of God. A completely different world from the south, simple and opportunity-filled world.

Here, there is no limit to blood, qualifications, or identity. Everything depends only on your own abilities. However, the Chaos Realm is by no means a paradise, or in other words, this is just a paradise for the strong.

"Sir, aren't you drinking?" Rafinia came to Ashrufate's table and picked up the wine pot on the table. The wine pot was still heavy, indicating that the drunken blood inside had not been drunk.

"I don't want to drink for the time being." Ash Rufate replied. Maybe he had been in the Chaos Realm for a long time, and now he found that he was becoming more and more accustomed to lying. He just had too many things and had no time to drink. "Have you ever drunk this wine?"

"Occasionally," Rafinia replied. "However, this drunken blood is not an ordinary honey wine. Legend has it that this wine will make people feel worried and recall the past. So some people call it the wine of the elderly, which means it is suitable for the elderly to drink. However, there are not many people who are still able to drink this wine when they are old - it is very popular because it is full of strength."

"Oh, this thing has always been there?" Asu Ruffat asked. After all, he really didn't understand the origin of this wine. Anyway, Tsengchi had told him the recipe. In addition, the Speechless Panic Tribe also brewed a large amount of drunken blood (even sold as specialties). This time he came to the swamp and brought a small amount of wine as a personal item.

"This kind of wine has been around for several years... It's all brewed here in Xianfeng City." Rafinia said. "Sir, what you drink now is what I bought from Xianfeng City."

"What did I carry? I remember... I took it for several jars."

"You drank all the way," Rafinia replied. "Actually, when I arrived at Xianfeng City, I only had the last little drink left."

Asu Ruffat looked at the wine pot and smiled bitterly. He really didn't expect his alcohol tolerance to be so large. But then again, although he drinks like this, there seems to be no other adverse reactions in his body besides being drunk. In my impression, those who over-alcoholics will experience problems such as decreased balance in their bodies (severely even trembling uncontrollably), weakened thinking ability (severely even completely confused), but he seems to have no problems.

"These wines..." Ashu Rufate said. He knew he could not get drunk now. Suddenly, he realized that Rafinia's face was flushed and she was a little drunk between her words and deeds. "Rafinia, you're drinking."

"I drank a little... I was really awesome in my life. I dreamed of something I thought I had forgotten." Rafinia said. Perhaps because of the wine, she sat opposite Ash Rufate and her upper body was pressed on the table. "It's a bad dream, so I suddenly wanted to talk to you."

"What's the thing I've forgotten?" Ashu Rufat asked.

"What happened when I was a child," replied Rafinia. "I dreamed that when I was a child... I was only seven to eight years old, my hair was still braided, and dust covered my cheeks. I was wearing adult clothes... I cut my adult clothes shorter and became my work clothes... It was very big, and sometimes I tripped me. The clothes were not warm, and I never felt a trace of warmth in winter."

"I am a slave... it's someone else's property... because my parents and relatives have all been killed in tribal wars. I am one of the very few surviving people. All wars and massacres are carried out in the name of Chaos... I hate Chaos!" She smiled drunkenly and spit out these words that were blasphemous to Chaos. "But it was pretty good at that time, because I was too young and rarely got whipped, and no one coveted me with special eyes. My job is to herd sheep, and I don't hate that life, because when it's cold, the flock of sheep is the only way for me to get warmth..."

"I drove the flock of sheep in the tribe... it's like this every day. One day, the people in the tribe must have won battles or hunted a lot, because there were a lot of people around the gate that day, and there were blood and wine everywhere... it was already shoulder to shoulder. I had to open a road for the flock... to avoid those drunks full of blood. A big hand grabbed my braid and almost pulled me to the ground. I tried hard to hide with the cover of the flock... but I didn't cry, because crying could only make the villains laugh and insult me ​​more wantonly."
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