After Gao Wen finished speaking, he became quiet again in the courtyard.

Amoen suddenly felt that there were a lot of cold events in his yard today.

But the cold incident did not last long. Amoen quickly realized something deeper from Gao Wen's words. He gradually realized that the holy light that enveloped his whole body flowed like water, and he sighed in his tone: "Ah, yes, she doesn't believe in me, that's right..."

The former God of Nature whispered to himself, and then suddenly asked: "When did the original upper-level druid church reorganize?"

"Almost a thousand years ago - and perhaps earlier," Gao Wen nodded, expressing the history he heard from Belsetia. "This is a gradual process. In the Silver Empire, the upper druid church first removed the privileges of a series of marginal parishes, and then gradually moved closer to the direction of secular imperial power, and found new self-support with the Elf Royal Court and the Elf Council as the core. About a thousand years ago, the symbolic significance of the Elf Royal Family in the role of the "Druid High Priest" had exceeded the actual significance, but before that, the upper druid church had actually died in name only."

Amoen thought in a brief silence. No one knew what the God of Nature thought at this moment. He only sighed at the end: "I was born in the hearts of mortals and should die in the hearts of mortals."

"But not all mortals have chosen the 'Godless Age'," Gowen looked at Amoren's eyes like crystal casting. "You should know that three thousand years... are not enough for the elves to complete a complete life and old age change. There are still a few elves who have believed in you who live in this world, especially those priests who have been blessed by you and have a longer life. They are still alive."

Amoen looked at Gao Wen quietly, and after a moment, he whispered: "That Silver Queen, isn't she here to solve this problem?"

Gao Wen did not answer, but made an affirmation with silence - although he had not mentioned Belsetia's purpose, the former god had already guessed the answer, so he didn't need to say anything more.

"I understand," the light flowing around Amoen gradually calmed down, with a sudden relaxation in his tone, "It's also a good thing. Let the Silver Queen come, I'm ready to see her. By the way, where is she now?"

"She is in Cecil," Gao Wen said with a smile, "waiting for me to arrange her meeting with you with trepidation and tension."

"It seems you have long believed that I will agree," Amoen said with a smile on his tone, and he said half-jokingly, "Why are you so confident? Have you ever thought what if I don't agree to meet?"

"You will definitely agree," Gao Wen was calm, his smile as confident as the other party said. "You went to hit the space station of the Forwarder three thousand years ago, but it was not just to lie here for three thousand years, right?"

Amoen's eyes narrowed and no longer made a sound. Gao Wen looked at the two gods on the scene with a smile, and then took a step back: "Then let me leave first-I have to make arrangements."

After Gao Wen left, Milmina looked at Amoen, a giant deer who was still lying quietly on the ground without saying a word. After a long time, she suddenly broke the silence: "What are you thinking?"

"I just suddenly remembered the Silver Queen three thousand years ago... that should be the grandmother of the 'Belsetia'," Amoen whispered. "She used to talk to me at the altar of the Holy Land - although most of the time I could not respond directly to her voice, she often worshiped the fruits she had picked from the garden on the altar... until the day I suddenly left. Now, I didn't even say apart to her."

Milmina lowered her eyelids: "I feel sorry?"

"Just feel sorry," Amoen closed his eyes, "My unauthorized departure has changed the fate of too many mortals. I just hope that when she leaves this world... there is not much obsession in her heart."

Milmina didn't speak for a moment. She was thinking about her own affairs in silence. It took her unknown time before she suddenly said: "You have many believers who have made you remember deeply, those devout ones who are rumored in your ears all day long... I don't have them."

"Are you envious? But this is not a good thing."

"Of course it's not a good thing, so I'm not envious at all," Milmina said casually, and glanced at the Magic Net terminal not far away, "By the way, do you mind watching me then?"

"You can do whatever you want - I can't drive you away."

...

On the morning of the next day, Belsetia woke up very early. She came to the living room next to the dormitory and saw that the first ray of sunlight today was passing through the crystal glass window not far away, and it was scattered on the opposite wall.

A high-level elf maid stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. She walked from the sun, holding a silver cup in her hand, with a very solemn posture. The high-level maid presented the cup in her hand to the Silver Queen - the exquisite vessel made of sterling silver was filled with thin golden liquid, and the mellow breath slowly drifted in the air. Belsetia took it with a solemn expression and drank it all in one go.

Following the ancient ritual system, the saintly holder should wake up with the sun on the sacred days and drink honey wine symbolizing "natural pure blood" under the sun to cleanse his soul.

The personal maid Elaine walked from the side and served the Silver Queen and put on the classical and exquisite priestess's clothing. The clothing was complex and exquisite, with pure white as the base. This is because the legendary God of Nature was pure white all over, and there were exquisite green patterns on it, symbolizing the lush and green forest and the link of "life" in the natural cycle. There were black patterns on the edge of the skirt and near the collar, which symbolized the link of "death" in the natural cycle.

After changing into the gorgeous clothes, there was a series of rituals of incense, combing and applying holy oil, all of which had ancient symbolic meanings and strict norms. The high-level maids, who also had the identity of a druid as a sacrifice, helped the Silver Queen perform these sacred preparations with extremely skillful techniques. Bellsetia, as the core of the ceremony, stood quietly among these busy maids, waiting for the end of the process.

What kind of mood did the priests carry when they performed these sacred rituals three thousand years ago? The piety from the heart, the real touch? Or both? Belsetia, who lived in the age of godlessness, imagined in her heart, but could not experience the emotions of her ancestors from the bottom of her heart... Because for her, all this was just the duty she had to perform as the Silver Queen, her work, and an indispensable "decoration" for her to maintain the majesty of the royal family. After all, this was how she had been since she was a child.

But today she still felt a different feeling in her heart. This feeling originated from what she was going to do today - in the past three thousand years, she will become the first silver elf to re-conversate with the gods. These sacred things seemed to have suddenly had some meaning, but before experiencing these meanings, the greatest feeling in her heart...is still uneasy and uneasy.

When all the preparations were over, Belsetia breathed a sigh of relief, and she reached out to rub her tight cheeks. This insane action broke the heavy feeling of depression brought to her by the priestly uniform. Then the door not far away opened and an elf maid appeared in front of her: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Gowen Cecil is already waiting outside."

"I get it," Belsetia nodded, then looked at Elaine who was next to her who almost never left her, "Elaine, I have to go alone-you're here to wait for me to come back."

"Yes, your Majesty."

In the corridor, the Silver Queen in gorgeous clothes came to Gao Wen. This gorgeous outfit with elf style made Gao Wen blink unexpectedly: "This is the first time I have seen the most orthodox religious clothing of the classical Druid sect--it looks better than I thought."

"The highest priest robe is only allowed to be worn in the grandest and most special 'sacraments', and similar things are hardly open to foreigners. It is normal that you have never seen them before," Belsetia smiled a little. After seeing Gaowen, the tension she accumulated seemed to be relieved, but at the same time she showed a little worried. "Shouldn't I be doing these ritual preparations? According to your words, we should avoid establishing a connection with the gods, especially today..."

"Don't worry, since I agree to do this, I'm prepared - the anti-divine barrier has begun to operate, and everything you do today is part of the experimental project," Gao Wen said, his expression becoming a little solemn, "And on the other hand, the role of these rituals is not as great as you imagined. If there is no 'pointing' in mind, even the solemn rituals are just rituals. It is said that the smartest monkeys in the ancestor forest know how to imitate the movements of the priests on the sacrificial grounds, and even baptize themselves with holy water like humans - but have you heard of which monkey has received the grace of the gods and mastered the divine power?"

Belsetia thought for a while and suddenly laughed: "...this is true. But the example you gave is really not very good."

...

In the deepest part of the fortress, footsteps sounded in the corridor leading to the inner courtyard gate. A quiet stream of light flowed in the magic net runes and prefabricated rune substrates. The modern magic crystal stone lamps were embedded in the walls built by ancient Gondor technology. The radiance emitted dispels the darkness that should have been shrouded here for a long time, and allows visitors who have penetrated it to calm down in the light.

Belsetia was nervous and curious in her heart. While following Gao Wen, she looked at the rooms passing by from time to time. This ancient facility had been transformed and renovated to a certain extent by modern means, but most of its areas still remained in ancient form. The words of the Gondor era and the remaining magical devices seemed to her to feel a sense of time and space dislocation.

Others that attracted her interest were the "staff" she occasionally saw on the road.

In the fortress of disobedience in the material world, she had seen many humans coming and going in those corridors and rooms, busy. The fortress in the mountains was a busy large base, and the frequent personnel were no less frequent than factories and research institutes in the city. But she did not expect that in this fortress of disobedience in the shadow world, she could see the staff stationed in the fortress of disobedience in the shadow world. Although the number was much smaller, she still saw brightly lit in some rooms, researchers in white uniforms were busy inside, and some people were walking by in the external corridor, holding folders or crystal panels storing video materials.

The Silver Queen's face was filled with surprise.

This change of expression did not hide from Gao Wen's eyes. He turned his head and looked around at the blonde woman who was looking around, and was a little less solemn, and a smile appeared on his face: "It seems that you are a little surprised by the 'popularity' here?"

"I thought this place should be a more...lifeless place," Belsetia thought for a while and said her thoughts frankly. "After all, I heard that this place was still a 'bank area' not long ago, and even most areas of the disobedient fortress outside were blocked... But now it seems that this place has been developed into a formal research facility by you?"

"In fact, it was not long ago," Gao Wen nodded, "We have restarted many research projects in the Gondor era. The fortress and the fortress are the most suitable research facilities. It has its unique 'geographic advantages' and some protective devices that are still operating until now, so we moved our personnel and equipment in."

"Is this the so-called 'analytical god'?" Belsetia couldn't help but whisper, "Such a large-scale participation, such a natural action... is not the same as my previous guess."

Gao Wen couldn't help but ask curiously: "What was your original guess?"

"... Just like my father once did, in an extremely secret place, a very small number of people were conducting extremely secret research. All the results were not disclosed, and all the processes would eventually be destroyed. All the instructions were unexplained and ambiguous answers were reported."

"What's the point of doing that?" Gao Wen stopped and looked at Belsetia with a smile. "This is not even comparable to the disobedient plan of the Gondor era."

He shook his head, withdrew his gaze, looked to the end of the corridor, and continued to say as if he was talking to himself: "It doesn't make sense...but many people are doing things like you, like those dark sects, like the Tifeng royal family... The cautious attitude is indeed correct, but this is far from enough.

“You should not be able to maintain awe of God while analyzing God. On this bold and reckless path, we can only get closer to the truth of God when we do not act as God.

"Belsetia, we arrived - this is the last door, and behind it is the 'little courtyard' of the former god."

Belsetia was only now surprised that the corridor had reached its end. An alloy gate engraved with many ancient runes was blocking her. There were no moving technicians around her. The walls on both sides could see eye-catching warning signs illuminated by lights. Those signs reminded visitors in large fonts:

There is a god in front of you, please do not approach it.

As Gao Wen finished speaking, the alloy gate squeaked open under the push of a series of mechanical structures, but the corridor was not directly exposed to the external space: a translucent energy barrier appeared there, as the last safe barrier between the "mortal world" and the "god", Belsetia's vision passed through this barrier, and she saw that in the darkness in the distance, the light of a mountain rose up.
Chapter completed!