93: Chapter 6 Magnificent Entrance_1 93: Chapter 6 Magnificent Entrance_1 The corridors and passages of the temple were lit by rows of oil lamps every few dozen steps, illuminating the columned walkways and lintels.
The columns were decorated with golden bronze shields, various ornants, and decorative sculptures of exotic birds and plants.
The friezes, adorned with white marble slabs, featured reliefs depicting Beamon mythology.
On the gable walls of the east and west sides of the temple were reliefs representing a chariot drawn by two gigantic elephants, and Lorraine warriors, reclining on their side, polishing their beloved weapons.
The God of War, Kampas, with Misha and the porcupine Leed, were shown on the last panel of the relief, alongside dusa, who leaned against the god of war, her hair fluttering, her eyes projecting an appealing warmth from beneath the cold armor.
A very human warmth.
Liu Zhenhan stared at this relief for a long ti.
The temple consisted of two main halls, each with an entrance hall supported by six Doric columns.
Large velvet curtains covered both entrance halls completely.
Two Temple Knights led Liu Zhenhan and Helen into the hall on the eastern side.
The eastern hall was empty apart from twelve bronze budded lamps in the corners and a giant throne located on the fourth level of steps directly east.
There were no other decorations or furniture in the large hall.
The do of the hall was designed ingeniously.
A concentrated beam of sunlight poured in from the hollow ceiling, shining directly in the center of the hall.
Liu Zhenhan and Helen were led by the noblen to stand under this beam of light.
Helen’s hair turned fiery red and translucent under the intense light.
Nervously, Helen clutched at Liu Zhenhan’s broad palm, only to find that Liu Zhenhan was just as anxious.
They shared a smile.
“Please wait a mont, revered shamans.” The two Temple Knights, who were also princes, made a knightly salute, sweeping their cloaks behind them as they exited the hall.
Liu Zhenhan examined the granite floor tiles under his feet carefully.
He noticed that they were inscribed with many nas and tales of battles, seemingly records of shaman achievents.
He entertained himself by reading these as if they were stories, engrossed in the tales, unlike the increasingly uneasy Helen.
A thunderous drumroll brought him back to reality.
Four fully-armored Temple Knights surrounded a model-like elderly man, accompanied by more than a dozen Temple Shamans wearing black robes.
They erged confidently and arrogantly, lifting the curtain to stand in front of the pair.
Liu Zhenhan had heard from Helen that the black robes were worn by Staff Shamans in the temple.
The man modeling was wearing a burgundy robe with a cone-shaped hat.
He was clearly the highest Shaman in the Northeast Province, the Great Shaman Wei An.
Both Helen and Liu Zhenhan bowed their heads respectfully.
Even the usually restless Guoguo and the Osprey were subdued by the Great Shaman’s commanding presence, and stayed obediently on Liu Zhenhan’s head.
Dragging a heavy tortoise shell behind him, the Great Shaman Wei An ascended the throne carved with crossed staffs and war knives.
The shamans below the steps gave a bow, hands over their hearts.
“Honorable Great Shaman Wei An, your followers greet you!” The shamans’ voices were as lodic as celestial music.
“Praise to Kampas!
Your loyalty is my honor.” The Great Shaman Wei An opened his wrinkled eyes and waved his hand.
Liu Zhenhan and Helen lifted their heads slightly.
Generous Liu Zhenhan noticed a dusa Shaman on the opposite side give them a slight smile.
A mature and beautiful snake lady; her age was a never-ending riddle.
She was the type that existed as tiless beauty, never aging.
“That’s my ntor, Cui Beixi.
Lady Nico.” Helen pinched Liu Zhenhan and whispered with a smirk.
“Master!”
“Respected shamans, today, we welco the young Fox Tribe soul shaman Helen from Bog Village and her Pigiel race shaman apprentice.
They have undergone strict training and have co to apply for the promotion to War Shaman.” The Great Shaman Wei An spoke calmly and thodically.
The shamans imdiately lost their dignified exteriors, their ceremonious manners thrown to the wind as they pointed and whispered about Liu Zhenhan.
Liu Zhenhan brushed his asymtrical hairstyle and exposed his large deep nostrils to the air, proving his identity.
“Ladies and gentlen!
Please mind your manners!
Although the Pigiel race has a lower probability of producing shamans, the God of War is fair.
I trust there is no need for to explain this further?” The Great Shaman Wei An’s tone was not high, but it was filled with authority.
He turned to look at the snake lady: “Nico, first I want to thank you for training such an outstanding shaman for the temple and the kingdom.
Such a young soul shaman, capable of training an apprentice shaman, is extrely rare, even on a nationwide scale!”
Several fiery glances were thrown at the snake lady, and the eyes of several shamans turned red.
The snake woman, dusa, nodded modestly at the Great Shaman, her voice like a bird chirping in the quiet valley: “Helen is a gifted Fox Tribe individual I ‘awoke to wisdom’ when I was doing travel training two years ago.
I reported this to Master Qi Dan, do you rember?”
“Of course I cannot forget, Helen’s previous disappearance, and the tragedy in Maple Leaf Village, once frightened the king himself.” The Great Shaman Wei An nodded at Helen with a smile: “Praise to the gods, our little fox has finally returned ho.”
Helen was so overco with happiness that she could faint, her face a mixture of enchantnt and satisfaction.
She hadn’t expected the highly esteed Shaman Wei An to regard her so highly, and tears welled up in Helen’s eyes.
What a farce – if he valued her so much, why wouldn’t he rescue her?
Liu Zhenhan thought cynically.
“Today is a special mont.
If ti did not constrain us, I would truly love to call back all the War Shamans serving in the army to celebrate this mont.
Because we have welcod a naturally born Soul Singer.
If I’m not mistaken, it’s been decades since a Shaman born a Soul Singer has appeared in the temple of Witherspoon in the Northeast Province,” the Great Shaman said, his eyes fondly illuminating Liu Zhenhan.
“A natural Soul Singer?” The shamans were shocked, each one of them stared fixedly at dusa, their faces a mix of envy and jealousy.
dusa’s eyebrows knotted in a confused frown as she considered this, looking at the Great Shaman in bewildernt.
“Everyone, calm down!
I have even more shocking news to share.
This naturally born Soul Singer has also managed to ta a dragon pet.
As of now, how many dragon pets are there in our Kingdom, my dear Prince Richard?” asked the Great Shaman, turning to look at his own squire.
“Aside from one Fire Phoenix Shaman, our Kingdom does not currently have any dragon shamans, my respected Master Qi Dan!” This prince, who shared the sa na with Liu Zhenhan, answered loudly in an excited, suppressed tone.
At first, complete silence fell upon the shamans below the steps.
Then suddenly, whispers replaced the silence, and then the whispers turned into clamorous discussion, and finally, this group robbed the solemn hall of its quiet and turned it into a noisy marketplace.
The Great Shaman didn’t reprimand the shamans for their loss of composure this ti, instead looking at them with a beaming smile.
“A dragon shaman?” A group of shamans from the Fox Tribe surrounded Helen, appraising her from head to toe.
“Which family do you serve?” A distinguished shaman approached kindly, looking at Helen with a kind smile.
“Join the Ledgerley Gold Family.
We’re the closest to Bok Village,” another shaman from the Fox Tribe suggested.
“Tsk, tsk…
Is it possible?
Girl, you’re not ‘bullshitting’ us, are you?” yet another one remarked.
“Silence!” The face of the Great Shaman was clouded with cold fury.
“How dare you bring the interests of your families to this sacred temple?”
The Foxes suddenly realized how inappropriate their actions had been, their faces turning red before they retreated to their original positions with their tails between their legs.
“Gentlen, I must say, your perception is quite limited!
This dragon shaman who only appears once in a millennium…”Shaman Wei An swept his gaze across all his subordinates, speaking with his unique cadence, “…is not Helen of the Fox Tribe, but rather her shaman apprentice, Richard of the Pigiel race.”
As if a human mage had just unleashed a forbidden curse here, over a dozen Staff Shamans all froze, then jumped up, shouting incredulously: “How is that possible!
How is it possible…”
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