Chapter 325 Memories
"Desert Eagle." Harold read out the new name that Kavi had given his gun, then turned the grip, held the barrel, and pointed the grip towards the lady in a blue gauze robe in front of him.
I was going to call it "a million" or "milion," Harold thought.
The woman in the blue gauze robe is a priest invited by Candice. It is said that she is good at exorcising evil spirits and praying for blessings, and sometimes she can even hear the whispers of gods.
But hadn't the Red King already fallen, and his body been swallowed by the grass dragon, and now it has been completely digested? Could he really hear it? Harold couldn't help but wonder.
The lady stretched out her hands, palms facing up, and made a lifting gesture, with a kind and pious expression.
Harold saw several eyes painted with white paint on her bare arms, which was full of mysterious meaning.
Are you going to light that pile of grass on fire? Are you going to dance? And then sprinkle some water on me?
Harold's eyes swept over the items brought by the priestess, and the scene of shaman dance he saw in his previous life flashed through his mind, but he quickly drove away all disrespectful thoughts. After all, there are real gods in this world.
The most famous priest of Aru Village held the creation left by the gods in his hands and muttered something.
Candice stood aside holding a shield with a stern look on her face, ready to deal with any possible emergency at any time. Kavi stared at the characters on the gun nervously. He still remembered that when Harold lost consciousness, those characters changed, as if they came alive.
Harold looked at the priestess's lips in a daze, trying to translate the sentences.
In the morning, Candice introduced him to the priestess, who had mastered the rituals passed down from generation to generation in their family, and the words she recited had the power to purify evil spirits.
It is indeed very ancient, similar to a now almost extinct desert language, but with significant grammatical differences.
Harold barely read out a few words, "moonlit night", "fantasy", "promise"... His eyelids twitched, and he suddenly noticed a hint of subtlety. Then, before he had time to think about where this disharmony came from, he heard the familiar shouts again and saw a few shadows.
But this time, the shouting that was simply to express emotions quickly became unreal, as if it was placed in a vast space, and then went farther and farther away, gradually disappearing.
The images in front of Haroldt gradually became clear. Flowers, green land and dew seemed to be within reach. Three young men and women were sitting on the ground. All three of them had exquisite looks that did not look like ordinary people. They were surrounded by bees and butterflies, music and fine wine, as if all the happiness and beauty were integrated into this picture.
After a brief moment of shock, Harold immediately raised his hands and found that he had not lost control of his body, so he quickly calmed down.
As a qualified original batch, he quickly realized that he had triggered the key props and was now lost in a memory.
The sacrificial speech just now... should be history recorded by a clerk. No, in the desert, the priests of the gods also take on the work of secretaries. That priestess may be the descendant of the ancient priests.
And what is sealed in my "Desert Eagle" may be the soul of some unlucky person who witnessed this history in that era, or it may be a town spirit.
As Harold was thinking this, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. He saw the flower goddess fall. Her death stopped the disaster from spreading, and her followers all pledged allegiance to the Red King and became his helpers.
Afterwards, the Red King left and came back. The outline in the yellow sand became clearer, and the handsome features of the man were about to be fully revealed.
At this moment, Harold could feel that the world was shaking violently, as if it was about to break apart. Harold also felt dizzy and had to hold his forehead to relieve the pain in his mind.
But the effect was minimal. A crack appeared in the desert sky, and then another one. The scene in front of Haroldt fell down like broken glass.
Harold's eyes went dark, and when he opened them again he found himself lying on the sand, with Kavi, Candice, and the priest still sleeping beside him.
It seems that I am not the only one who has seen that memory. The soul sealed in the "Desert Eagle" is very powerful. No, for those who know about that history, it should be a town spirit.
Therefore, his most precious memory over the past few hundred years was not himself and his companions, but the happiness of the Trinity of the Three Gods, and the fact that the Flower God used his own death to contribute to the Red King's rebellion.
So when he saw the Red King return, he experienced such a huge emotional fluctuation that he was unable to maintain that illusion.
Haroldt thought so as he walked to Kavi, leaned down and shook his shoulder: "Senior Kavi? Senior Kavi?"
Kavi slowly opened his eyes, still a little confused. The moment he saw Harold's face clearly, his pupils suddenly dilated, and then he excitedly grabbed Harold's collar tightly:
"Harold, I just saw——!"
"I saw it, too." Haroldt held Kavi's wrist and pretended to be surprised. "It seems that there is really an extraordinary being in my gun."
Kavi was still a little overwhelmed. Hearing what Harold said, he just nodded unconsciously. Then he seemed to suddenly remember something and looked around anxiously.
He saw Candice and the priest in a coma. Just as he was about to wake them up, he heard them groan and then slowly wake up.