The priest of Shamash, the priest of the sun, is just and impartial.
The requirements for priests of Shamash have always been very strict. First of all, it must be of superior noble blood, and secondly, it must have rich knowledge and the right judgment on a matter.
These are just the basics.
To become a priest of Shamash, there is another hard requirement, and that is - in addition to being able to go to the palace, you must also be able to go to the battlefield.
Before the people, they had to hold scepters as instructors to teach the people earnestly, as judges to decide various cases, and as priests to hold sacrificial rituals. into patties…
Let's put it this way, the minimum requirement for a qualified Shamash priest is to be able to play at least five of them.
Shemuer is such a most orthodox and best Shamash priest.
In Gallan's memory, Xie Mu'er always had an expressionless face, was stern in dealing with things, kept a straight face, and rarely revealed his emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
even if...
Even when he said those words to him, the Shamash priest's expression was like a stone sculpture, motionless, and then abandoned him without looking back.
That sentence…
[You can't win Heimos.]
At that time, when he was being pressed by Heimos step by step, when he was in danger, the mentor he trusted and depended on the most told him, and then left him.
It was like the last straw, giving him the final fatal blow.
After the power of the Shamash Temple led by Xie Muer turned to Heimos, his power declined rapidly, and more and more people followed Xie Muer's footsteps, abandoned him, and turned to Heimos. s.
He was defeated like a mountain and was eventually forcibly poisoned by Heimos.
When the whole body was burned by the poison and the pain was so painful that he could not speak, in the last glance, he seemed to see that person. His mentor stood behind Heimos, condescendingly, looking down at him coldly, his emotionless eyes as if mocking his childishness and stupidity.
He closed his eyes weakly, fell into darkness in unwillingness and regret, and died again at the hands of Heimos.
When he was reborn for the fourth time, he actually wanted to ask Xie Muer.
Why
I regard you as a teacher and a father. You brought me up with one hand. For eight years, I always thought that even if everyone in this world would betray me, you would still be by my side.
But why...
After thinking about it, he didn't really need to ask.
The words Xie Muer said before leaving him had already answered everything.
The man said, you can't beat Heimos.
You can't win.
This sentence is like a prophecy, or perhaps a curse.
…
The fourth rebirth, at the beginning, he once thought of revenge.
It's just that he didn't do that in the end, and he couldn't do that, because if he really did something to Xie Muer, it would be his fault in the eyes of others who didn't know anything, and it would make other people who follow him feel bad. shake. So in the end, he just gradually distanced himself from Xie Mu'er, and then made an excuse to transfer Xie Mu'er away from his side.
At first, he still felt aggrieved, but as time passed, the anger and dissatisfaction gradually dissipated, and he also wanted to understand when he calmed down.
In his opinion, Xi Muer betrayed him.
But in Xie Muer's view, he just made a choice that he thought was the most appropriate.
Shemuel was his mentor, yes, but, at the same time, this man was also the priest of Shamash, the priest of the country.
He just chose the latter between protecting a person and protecting a country.
The priest of Shamash is fair, calm, and rational. He will not be influenced by personal feelings, so he chooses the king he thinks is more suitable.
The so-called eight years... Perhaps, for this person, there is no so-called personal relationship at all.
Thinking like this, Garlan slowly loosened his clenched hands, and the breath that was blocked in his chest when he saw this person slowly dissipated.
he thought calmly.
Since this person has no feelings, why should he block his heart because of this person.
Anyway, in this life, there is only one side between them today, and they are just passersby.
Thinking of this, Garlan felt a lot more comfortable. He let out a long breath, jumped, jumped off the stone bench, and then quickly ran towards the middle of the hall.
Before he jumped down, the dozen or so teenagers or children who had been waiting in the main hall had already lined up on both sides in order, stepped forward one by one, respectfully took them from the Shamash priest and sent them to them. pen and paper, then go back and sit down.
Everyone knows that the priests of Shamash are the most serious and strict, and they never speak humanely.
Therefore, when the priest did not speak, everyone was silent, and the entire hall was silent.
The sound of crackling suddenly broke the silence.
It was the sound of running footsteps. Although it was not big, it was extremely harsh in the silent hall at the moment.
The one who made the sound of running was Garlan who came running.
Because he started to sit far away on the edge of the hall, when he saw Xie Mu'er, he was in a daze again, and when he came back to his senses, almost all the exam papers in Xie Mu'er's hand had been handed out, leaving only the rest. One, apparently for him. So Garlan hurriedly ran over to collect the exam papers, after all, even if he didn't plan to be the king's younger brother, he didn't want to do something as conspicuous as refusing to take the exam.
His biggest goal now is to be low-key and low-key.
Xie Mu'er stood there and waited quietly. He watched the little boy who had left the group unruly and ran over with his short legs. He frowned slightly, but he still waited calmly. .
After the child ran up to him, he bent down slightly and handed the last piece of paper and pen to the child.
"You should be waiting here, not there," he said.
Shemuel patiently taught the child to obey the rules.
The boy listened to him and looked up at him. The small face was the size of a palm, and the big almond-like eyes were round, and the pupils were like golden amber stained with the clear water droplets of the Enkiea River. It seems to penetrate into the heart.
The boy's eyes were as bright as the sun in the sky.
As the priest of the Sun God, Xie Mu'er thought so in his heart. He was a little less unhappy about this child's unruly behavior, and a little bit more affectionate.
However, just when his mental state had just changed a little bit, the child glanced at him, snorted suddenly, then turned his head and turned his face away, ignoring him, grabbing the paper The pen turned and ran away.
Xie Muer: "..."
For the first time in all these years as a priest of Shamash, he met a child who slapped him.
Especially in the current situation, everyone knows that he has a lot of influence on Wang Di's choice, and other teenagers are well behaved in front of him. I didn't expect this child who he has a little bit of affection to actually...
…
For some reason, he seems to be a little subtle... upset
Of course, the ten thousand-year-old paralyzed face of our priest Shamash can't tell his mood at the moment.
Forget it, what do you care about with a child who doesn't know the rules.
Thinking so, he withdrew his gaze from the child who ran away.
Xie Muer's eyes slowly swept over the dozen or so children who were sitting and reading the exam papers carefully. These were all collateral bloodlines of the royal family from different regions.
The previous king was poisoned a year ago, and as the only heir of the previous king, the current king, King Camos, took the throne urgently. However, the young king who first ascended the throne was not yet an adult, not even married, let alone having children.
Now the situation is very tense, foreign enemies are eyeing tigers, domestic turmoil is unrest, and only King Camos is left in the direct blood of the royal family.
Every time King Camos goes to the battlefield, the ministers are frightened and sleepless.
Everyone knows that once King Camos has an accident, the throne will be vacant immediately, and the kingdom that has already stepped on the cliff is likely to collapse as a result.
Therefore, in order to avoid accidents, the ministers decided after deliberation that each minister would recommend a descendant of the collateral bloodline of the royal family, within the range of eight years old and less than fourteen years old.
Then bring these young children to the capital, and let King Kamos choose one of these children, consider him the king's younger brother, and teach him carefully. Before the birth of the descendants of King Camos, once King Camos has any accident, the younger brother will take the throne, so that the throne can continue to be passed down in the blood of the royal family.
Of course, if King Camos has an heir, he can also make the well-instructed king's younger brother the little prince's co-minister.
Thinking of this, Xie Muer clenched his fingers slightly.
His eyes swept over these young children carefully and carefully.
he thinks.
The best successor must be chosen.
for the future of this kingdom.
…
Finding a place to sit down at random, Garlan spread out the paper he had just received on the long bluestone table.
It was pale yellow parchment paper, and it felt a little hard to the touch, because it had been rolled into a tube shape, so even if it was spread out, the edges were still rolled up. Dozens of questions were written in small print on the parchment, apparently for them to answer.
Is this a knowledge point test
Garlan thought silently, picked up the snow-white quill, and looked at the row of questions above, very worried.
He was definitely not worried about not being able to answer these questions.
What worries him is how many questions he should get right.
These topics are all about the basic knowledge of the country’s astronomy, geography, etc. There are also some questions about how to deal with trivial matters... These questions are for Gal, who has been the king’s younger brother for several years and has received formal education, although he has failed to compete for the throne again and again. For Lan, it's all very simple.
He could answer everything with his eyes closed.
I don't dare to say the rest, but among these children, he who opened the rebirth plug-in is definitely a well-deserved scholar.
But the point is, he will answer, but not.
Accidentally answered the first one, but what should I do? But he made up his mind not to go to the muddy waters of the throne.
But the blank paper seemed too obvious, so he thought that it would be better to get a lower-middle grade... But the trouble is, he didn't know how well the others were, so he was worried about how many questions he had to answer right now. .
While Garlan was hesitating, several servants stepped forward and placed the stone tray with ink on the table. So everyone who was looking at the parchment carefully started to work, dipped in ink and began to answer the questions.
The empty hall was extremely quiet at the moment, and only a rustling sound of writing could be heard.
While everyone was burying their heads in answering the question, the blond child who was staring at the parchment in front of him with a quill and a wrinkled face was very conspicuous. Some of the people who saw the immobile child exchanged glances, and some turned back and whispered a few words.
Xie Muer, who was looking around at everyone, also saw it and frowned.
He pondered for a while, if he remembered correctly, the one who recommended the child was Ximei, the head of the palace. The minister was very old and used to be indifferent to the world. This time, I just wanted to bring the child to make up the number.
Xie Muer looked at the child staring at the parchment in front of him with a frown, and walked over slowly.
He stared into the boy's eyes.
It was like the sun, with pure golden pupils that seemed to glow when they were wide open.
The golden pupil is the symbol of the royal family and the symbol of the inheritance of the blood of the gods.
However, with the long history, the blood of the royal family is more or less mixed with other blood. In the current royal family, even King Camos, who is a direct bloodline, is only close to golden brown pupils, and other royal bloodlines are only close to gold. Not to mention.
It was the first time that Xie Muer had seen such pure golden pupils without any impurities.
[That is the blood of the gods, the descendant of gold, the supreme king who rules the earth.]
[He has golden pupils, like the sun hanging high in the sky, allowing everyone to bathe in his brilliance.]
He thought that it was really just as recorded in the ancient book in the temple.
There are really golden eyes that are like seeing the sun in the sky.
Just when Xie Muer looked at those pure golden eyes, he probably saw him coming, and the child who was staring at the parchment in a daze moved quickly.
Maybe it was because Xie Mu'er was standing in front of him and felt nervous. The child's shoulders were tense, and his hands and feet were too stiff. Holding the quill in his fingers, he hurriedly poked into the ink cartridge on the table, as if he wanted to quickly dip the ink to write.
But he seemed too panicked. He used too much force with his hand, and the tip of the pen poked down heavily, and the small ink cartridge was smashed away in one fell swoop.
And the ink cartridge that he poked out 'justly' poured it on Xie Muer who was standing in front of the table.
With a bang, dark ink splashed all over Xie Muer.
The air in the entire hall was stagnant.
At this moment, there was no sound.
The child who got into the big accident was immediately frightened, his eyes were dull, and he looked at Xie Muer with a look of fear.
…
In the diagonally opposite direction, a black-haired boy raised his head slightly and looked over.
From his position, with a slightly lower line of sight, he could see that the blond child who looked like he was already scared was hiding under the table with only half of his feet exposed, white and tender, small, with pink toes on the tips.
The little foot swayed, quickly made a circle, paused, and circled again, how to see how its owner was in a happy mood at the moment, like a mischievous person who made a fool of himself An arrogant little pet that even squeaks in front of its owner after a disaster.
The golden-red pupils bent slightly, showing a little smile, Heimos lowered his head and continued to write on the parchment.
The author has something to say: Garland: It's fun to be a child, and it's even more fun to be a bear.
A violent priest: Hehe. (recorded in the notebook)