Was Maria really sick? It looked like it, but only Gabriel knew what was going on. She wasn't really sick. But now, Maria really needed to stay in Duc for a few more days.
On the night she got the Gods' Tear, Maria fainted. The pious prayers of the past few days had consumed a great deal of energy and stamina. The environment in Duc made Lord Drick feel very uncomfortable. Maria was also a little uncomfortable. Apart from eating and sleeping, she had been focusing all her energy on praying to the goddess.
Once she relaxed, she fainted or fell asleep, which was very common for ordinary people.
Maria originally had a maid who did rough work and a personal maid by her side, but both of them had fallen ill in the past two days. Perhaps it was because of the long journey through the desert and then coming to this uncomfortable place. It was indeed uncomfortable, and the climate and environment were not very suitable for them. Lord Drick brought a few maids and slaves for Maria, but Gabriel didn't think they could directly serve the Adoratrice.
Gabriel said to Drick, "You firmly believe that Maria will become the Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis. She has already got the Gods' Tear, so you must treat her like the Adoratrice."
The Temple of Isis had a large area of farmland and countless slaves, but the Adoratrice's position was superior. She could not use anything directly from the slaves, so the slaves could not serve her directly. She was not allowed to have any physical contact with adult men. Her clothes and food could not be served by women who had slept with men. The young and beautiful maids sent by Lord Drick were obviously not suitable.
Rod Drick had considered everything very carefully, but he had neglected these things. It was not that he was not meticulous enough. According to the rules, only after the formal ceremony in the Temple of Isis could the Adoratrice be recognized as the real Adoratrice. Gabriel, on the other hand, was very meticulous in treating the Adoratrice according to the rules. He was afraid that something might go wrong on the way back to the Temple of Isis.
At least it meant that the emissary of the Temple had recognized Maria as the Adoratrice.
Maria was not really sick. Gabriel's duty was to protect her, so her health was also guaranteed. When Maria woke up, Gabriel had treated her with simple prayers. There was nothing wrong with her body. Under Gabriel's protection, she could cross the desert safely.
But Gabriel had other things to do, so he didn't even tell Rod-dick. He was going to teach Maria the most basic magic of the Temple of Isis, the God's Test. The standard of choosing a Adoratrice was not only to get the Gods' Tear, but also to awaken the power bestowed by God. That was what Gabriel wanted to teach Maria.
The process was usually very difficult, but with the Gods' Tear, it could be much easier. This was one of the reason why the God 'Tear was so precious. Only by awakening the power bestowed by God and passing the most basic God's Test could Maria prove that she could use the Gods' Tear to bless the people who were loyal to the Temple.
Maria had already got the Gods' Tear. If she could do this before she reached the Temple of Isis, she would naturally become the real Adoratrice. If she couldn't do it, there might be more twists and turns in the matter. Gabriel escorted Maria all the way to Duc and witnessed the appearance of the Gods' Tear and Maria's piety. He was convinced of her identity as the Adoratrice, so he decided to do this as soon as possible.
This was not against the will of God. When Maria arrived at the Temple of Isis, the priests would teach her magic according to the procedure and test her within the specified time. Gabriel simply brought forward the ceremony and gave her special treatment.
Lord Rod Drick was also worried that the priests of the Shrine would not teach Maria the real magic or deliberately delay the teaching, so that she could not pass the examination, and so the candidates of the Adoratrice from other cities would have the opportunity to steal the position. Lord Rod Drick was thinking about how to carry out public gifts and private bribes. Gabriel did not say anything. He had solved the problem that worried Rod-Dick. The rest was up to Maria.
After all, he had protected Maria all the way here and got the Gods' Tear. Even Gabriel felt lucky. This was the gift of Goddess Isis. She had an indescribable sense of kinship with this pure and pious girl and was willing to help her.
The magic Gabriel taught Maria was still a kind of prayer, but it required sincere faith and a calm heart. A special ceremony was used to awaken the strange power given by the gods and pass the God's Test.
Maria asked her, "How will the gods test me?"
Gabriel, who was always serious, showed a rare smile, "Pray to the Gods' Tear. According to the method I taught you, you will get the strange power given by the gods, but at the same time, you will be awakened the desire hidden in people's souls. You have to learn how to face these desires and not be influenced by them. This is the God's Test, the threshold to enter the temple of magic. Your heart is so sincere and pure, it is not difficult to pass the test. As a Saintess, I don't need to say more about what you should expect of yourself. "
Maria asked hesitantly, "Do I have to get to the Temple of Isis and have the priests preside over the ceremony before I can accept the test? What I am doing now, is it against the will of God? "
Gabriel shook his head. "You didn't go against God's will. I'm doing this so that you can successfully pass God's test. If you can't pass, you won't get God's approval. But I believe you can." Seeing that Maria still had some doubts, Gabriel thought for a moment and said, "Let me tell you something that just happened in this town today."
Gabriel told her about the dispute in the north square of the town, and finally said, "I think what Mr. Aristotle said is not unreasonable. The will of God is the premise. As long as you pass the test, you will be recognized by God, because as a candidate for the Saintess, you have already got the Gods' Tear."
Maria blinked her beautiful big eyes and thought for a long time. Finally, she nodded and said, "Yes, you are right. You know the rules of the Temple of Isis better than I do. I will not let you down."
Gabriel shook his head gently again, "No, not me. You will not let the great Holy Mother of Isis down."
At this time, Maria suddenly thought of something and asked doubtfully, "But you have been here all the time. How can you hear every word of the people on the other side of the town? Every word was so clear, but I did not hear anything. Is this the power of God?"
Gabriel smiled again. "This is the power given by the gods. I can hear each and every one of their voices, as long as I focus my mind and am willing to listen. As the Saintess of the Temple of Isis, you will have divine power far more powerful than me. I am a warrior, and it is impossible for me to learn supreme magic, but you will master the supreme magic of the Temple of Isis. "
As soon as he said this, he heard the voice of the servant downstairs, "Lord Gabriel, Mr. Aristotle has found the servant you need and brought him here."
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Amon knew very well that it was Aristotle and Crazy 'Ole who saved him today. It was not surprising that Crazy' Ole would help him. But this strange young man was obviously a nobleman. Why would he help a miner he did not know? Amon was very grateful and happy to have the opportunity to serve this gentleman. It was just three days of being a servant, not to mention the generous remuneration of one gold coin a day.
On the way, Amon expressed his gratitude and wanted to kneel down and kiss the soil in front of Aristotle's feet according to the most solemn etiquette he knew. But Aristotle stopped him and said with a smile, "Child, you don't have to do this. You are not my slave, and I am not a god or a monarch." Then he looked at Amon and asked, "Do you want to ask me why I am helping you?"
Amon nodded, "Yes, sir, I want to ask."
Aristotle looked into the distance and seemed to be talking to himself, "I come from a place far away from the mainland, a place called Heaton. There are many city-states there. I used to study in Plato's Academy. My teacher once said, 'Why do we need to seek knowledge? Virtue is knowledge, and a wise person should become a kind person.'"
Amon blinked and asked, "Hilton? Have you heard of a Sage called Tay Atad? "
Aristotle was slightly taken aback. "I've seen him in Plato Academy. He's a student of my teacher's friend, Theodorus. Child, how did you hear of his name?"
Amon replied, "An old man in the town told me, the one who spoke to you just now." Amon had heard the name Tay Atad from Crazy 'Ole. It was said that this sage claimed that there were only five regular polyhedrons in the world, and the regular dodecahedron was the most special of them all. It was the outline of the world drawn by God, and it contained the mysterious information of the fifth element. It was the source and symbol of mysterious power.
Amon thought it was just Crazy 'Ole's drunken words. He did not expect that there was such a person. It seemed that what Crazy' Ole said was true.
The two continued to walk to the south of the town. Aristotle seemed to be very interested in the child. As they walked, he asked, "We were discussing the oracle in front of the shrine just now. Do you know the true spirit of divinity? Why is the god who left the oracle called the god of protection?"
Why? The god was the god, and the oracle was the oracle. It seemed that the people in the town had never asked about it. Amon did not answer. He just said respectfully, "Sir, please enlighten me."
Aristotle smiled, "In fact, I'm not sure. I just want to discuss with you. The reason why the oracle is called the god of protection is that it is really protecting the people here. The parangons produced here are so precious, and the mining skills are passed down from generation to generation. How can we stop people from driving underage children to take on such heavy work out of greed? So that the craftsmen here can be better protected generation after generation, so that the young men will not die young. "
Amon's confused mind seemed to be awakened by a ray of light. He suddenly understood something and nodded, "The oracle, that's the oracle! Children who are not adults can't learn the skills of mining, and women can't mine parangons! "
Aristotle also nodded, "Yes, that's why the god in the shrine is called the god of protection. No matter how the oracle was first passed down, it is indeed needed here. Child, if you become a priest in the future, you must also protect the oracle, but you must understand the true spirit of divinity and its source. You can't be like the priest just now. "
After saying this, he thought for a moment and couldn't help but smile again. He turned to Amon and said, "The spirit of the oracle is that men under the age of sixteen are not allowed to learn the skills of mining. But in the local language, 'allowed' and 'may' are the same words. Do you understand what I mean? So today the priest can't argue with me. But you must understand the difference, or you will be confused like the others. "
From the north to the south, Amon had been thinking. While they were talking, they arrived at the small building where Maria lived.
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