The Temple of Destiny was located in the east of Silverymoon City.
It wasn't in a remote location, but it was exceptionally quiet. It could even be said to be deserted.
Many evergreen cypress trees with straight trunks had been transplanted around the temple. They were like silent soldiers, surrounding and protecting the Temple of Destiny, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
In fact, when the temple was first built, it hadn't been so quiet. There was an endless stream of half-elves who came to pray, and the bustling scene was even more exaggerated than the most bustling market.
However, as the elves disappeared from the Radiant Moon Forest, the half-elves gradually moved closer to the powerful human empires. Their faith leaned more and more towards the Radiant God, and not the Goddess of Destiny.
Hence, it was understandable that the Temple of Destiny was neglected.
The main building of the temple was made of low-key limestone, occupying an area of eight thousand square metres. The huge prayer hall was forty-five metres wide and one hundred and twenty metres long. The dome in the middle was fifty metres high, and it could accommodate tens of thousands of people praying at the same time.
However, such a grand occasion hadn't occurred in a long time. Now, the prayer hall was empty. Even if there were servants cleaning it every day, it was difficult to completely clean up the dust that had accumulated.
Silverymoon City was shrouded in blood and fire tonight, but the Temple of Destiny was still as quiet as before.
Whether it was the rebels or the rebels, even if they no longer believed in the Goddess of Destiny, they wouldn't blaspheme this place.
On the balcony at the top of the tower, a beautiful half-elf woman was leaning against the railing, looking at the flames in Silverymoon City in a daze.
She wore a green ceremonial robe, quietly hiding her slender figure. Her exposed skin was white and lustrous, as if it was covered in a layer of bright silver moonlight.
However, there was a lingering sadness and pity between her brows. The night breeze blew through her soft hair, creating a sad melody that sounded like she was weeping and complaining.
"High Priestess Trisili, have you thought it through?"
Marquis Vincent walked out from the shadows behind Trisili, his voice carrying some suppressed impatience and annoyance.
Trisili didn't turn her head when she heard this. She was still staring at the flames not far away, as if she hadn't heard the question of the noble marquis from the east.
Marquis Vincent snorted and said angrily, "High Priestess, don't think that this ceremony has to be done by you! You may not know this, but in the past few days, several of your priests have approached me and are willing to help me complete this ritual. "
Hearing this, there was finally some fluctuation in Trisili's eyes.
She slowly turned around and faced Marquis Vincent. She said calmly and confidently, "Lord Marquis, but you also know that the chances of success will be the highest if I personally preside over this ritual."
"But if you're not willing, the probability is always zero to me! If that's the case, why don't I let someone else have a try? "Marquis Vincent took a step forward and said coldly.
"However, Your Excellency High Priestess, you have to think this through. If someone else were to help me complete this ritual, hehe, then I'm afraid that you, the High Priestess of Silvermoon City, will have to abdicate your position!"
Tri Sili's expression was still indifferent, as if she didn't care about Marquis Vincent's threats. She reached out to tuck her messy hair behind her ears, revealing her swan-like slender neck.
Marquis Vincent couldn't help but swallow his saliva, but he didn't act rashly. He remembered that before he left, his father had cautioned him that the only thing he had to be careful of in Silvermoon City was this mysterious High Priestess of the Goddess of Destiny.
"Lord Marquis." Trisili finally spoke, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I find it hard to believe that you have the ability to fulfill the promises you made."
A trace of anger flashed across Marquis Vincent's face. He said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency High Priestess, I represent the will of my father, the Duke of the Eastern Region! I won't go back on the promises I made to you! "
"Is that so?" Trisili was unmoved. She asked back, "Then what about your mother? Will the Archbishop of the Eastern Region of the Radiance Church really agree to let the Temple of Destiny lead the faith of the half-elven kingdom? "
"Of course my mother will agree. I've already asked for her opinion on this matter," Marquis Vincent said with certainty.
Seeing that Trisili was still hesitant, Marquis Vincent spoke again.
"Your Excellency High Priestess, perhaps in your eyes, the faith of more than a million half-elves is very precious, but in the eyes of the Radiance Church, hehe, it isn't that important.
Moreover, this is the promise of the House of Saint Prospero to you. This is also your only chance to save the Temple of Destiny and restore it to its former glory!
If you miss this chance, you can only continue to bitterly wait in this place where no one cares about the hope of salvation!
So, what are you still hesitating for? "
Trisili shook her head and said, "If the House of Saint Prospero is really sincere, then please give me some more specific conditions. It shouldn't be an empty promise like 'let the Temple of Destiny lead the faith of the half-elves' or something similar."
Marquis Vincent took a deep breath and suppressed the impatience in his heart. He asked in a deep voice, "Then, your Excellency High Priestess, what conditions do you want?"
Trisili gave a sweet smile. She raised her finger and said, "First, the number of priests of the Radiance Church in the half-elven kingdom must be less than a hundred.
Second, 10% of the tax revenue of the half-elven kingdom must be handed over to the Temple of Destiny.
Third, the half-elven king or queen must convert to the Goddess of Destiny.
Fourth … "
Hearing Trisili's harsh conditions, Marquis Vincent's expression didn't change. However, he was laughing in his heart. In his opinion, this High Priestess of the Temple of Destiny was so naive that it was cute.
When Trisili finished speaking, Marquis Vincent didn't even try to bargain. He immediately agreed, "Alright, I agree on behalf of the House of Saint Prospero!"
Trisili's amber eyes stared at Marquis Vincent, as if she really believed him. A smile finally appeared on her pretty face.
"Alright then! I'll help you host the bloodline ceremony. However, I hope you understand that even I can't guarantee that the ceremony will succeed. "
"I understand." Marquis Vincent was overjoyed. He nodded and said, "However, I must remind you that the conditions you requested will only take effect if the ceremony succeeds."
"Of course. If the ceremony fails, then the House of Saint Prospero will no longer have the final say in Silverymoon City. "
Marquis Vincent snorted when he heard this. He seemed to be unhappy about this.
Trisili didn't care about Marquis Vincent's feelings at all. She asked in a crisp voice, "Alright, where's the Phoenix Soul Stone fragment?"
Marquis Vincent hurriedly took out an exquisite small box from his bosom and slowly opened it.
A gorgeous multicolored radiance spread out like flowing water, making everything on the balcony seem like a beautiful dream.
Trisili's gaze was fixed on the Phoenix Soul Stone fragment. Her expression instantly became very sincere.
"High Priestess, how about this Phoenix Soul Stone fragment that the House of Saint Prospero collected? It should be able to help you complete the ceremony smoothly, right? "Marquis Vincent proudly boasted.
Trisili ignored Marquis Vincent's question. She walked with profound steps towards the Phoenix Soul Stone fragment. She lowered her head and bowed, respectfully performing an ancient ceremony. Then, she gently held it with both hands.
When she raised her head again, this beautiful High Priestess of the Goddess of Destiny was already in tears.
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