Chapter 1191: Chapter 8: Co, Hit !_2
At this mont, after the servant’s cleaning, the courtyard’s filth and stench have been cleared away.
By tomorrow morning, classes can continue.
Luo En ushered the four little ones into their respective bedrooms, urging them to review their lessons and go to bed early. anwhile, he sat in the classroom with textbooks, a few borrowed library books, and a stack of parchnt, engrossed in planning the next day’s course content.
To make the lessons vivid and interesting, it inevitably requires so thought.
To help these little ones grow quickly, as their teacher, he can only work a bit harder.
Moreover, there should be so surprises tomorrow.
A trace of expectant laughter flashed in Luo En’s eyes as he closed the book “Origins of the Seven Roman Clans,” got up, and walked out of the classroom.
By this ti, it was already late at night.
He pushed open the bedroom door and discovered a graceful figure standing at the bedside, bent over to tidy the bed.
anwhile, a pleasant incense had already been lit in the room.
Fortunately, it wasn’t rose-scented.
Luo En breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice:
“Leave such tasks to the servants; there’s no need for you to do it personally.”
“If they can do it, so can I.”
Cassandra turned around, blinking with a smile,
“There aren’t many tasks where I can serve you. If everything is left to those servants, wouldn’t I be too negligent as your serving priestess?”
Hearing this, Luo En understood he couldn’t argue with this subordinate and reluctantly acquiesced to this behavior.
After all, it’s not sothing unseemly. If she wants to do it, let her.
However, after the priestess finished tidying the room, she didn’t leave.
She looked towards her Chief God, biting her cherry lips, and said:
“My lord, I have a request, and I hope you’ll agree.”
“What is it?”
“Please, whip …”
The priestess knelt on the ground, holding up a whip made of twisted parchnt, looking at her Chief God with a face full of desire.
Luo En: “…”
This isn’t right, is it?
It was still a wholeso atmosphere during the day; how co night just turns into such intense gas?
Even if repressed, it’s only been less than half a day; isn’t this growth pace a bit too fast?
Sensing the strange gaze, Cassandra imdiately understood that her Chief God seed to have misunderstood, blushing as she explained:
“My lord, this is for the Lupercalia blessing ceremony.”
As a grand and formal celebration in Ro, Lupercalia isn’t just about providing pairing conveniences for young couples; it also involves cleansing, blessings, prayers, and more.
And using parchnt to whip the body is a process within it, symbolizing self-reflection, obtaining forgiveness from deities, and thereby expelling evil and disease.
To this day, many religious ceremonies and classical festivals also include similar practices.
Realizing he seed to have made a mistake, Luo En awkwardly took the parchnt whip from Cassandra’s hands and symbolically whipped a few tis on the priestess’ chest, shoulders, and back.
Simultaneously, he secretly activated divine authority, infusing a blessing containing the vitality of life into Cassandra, wishing his priestess eternal youth and freedom from illness and disaster.
Although this was just a form of wishing, the Roman Goddess and Roman Love God who were worshiped during Lupercalia may not necessarily respond.
But as Cassandra had just served him as the Chief God, Luo En naturally needed to provide compensation.
Sensing a surge of vitality entering her body, the priestess looked up, her gaze at her Chief God becoming even more coy and charming.
This lord is indeed consistently generous, never stingy with blessings for followers.
But the more so, the more it feels a bit unsettling.
How about…
Cassandra bit her lips and looked at the parchnt whip in her hand again, a faint blush rising on her face.
“And take this.”
The deep reminder interrupted the priestess’s drifting thoughts. When she ca back to her senses, she found a strange creation in her hands.
It was a pair of buds composed of light, with a tallic sheen on the surface, and the fiery white patterns contained countless starlights.
Ethereal holy songs and chants occasionally drifted from the void, seeming to guide the soul into a healthy and safe paradise.
“What is this?”
Cassandra held the buds, puzzled.
“A small segnt of the Kabbalah Tree of Life from the Roman Divine Era, and also part of the secret key to open the [Heavenly Gate] and summon the [chanical God Clan].”
Luo En paused for a mont and continued in a deep voice,
“From now on, you are the Key Holder of this item and have the authority to enact my divine mandate, making decisions for the future of Ro on my behalf.”
“This is too precious, I am not qualified to accept it. Please, withdraw your command!”
Cassandra was flattered and quickly held the luminous bud in her hands, trying to return it to her Chief God.
However, Luo En shook his head and said in a deep voice:
“This is not a montary whim, but a decision made after serious consideration. The chanical God Clan sees themselves as tools, suitable only for carrying out orders, not skilled at handling the complex emotional relations and political gas of humans. Your elder brother Hector and Divine Ancestor Romulus are busy challenging the stronger, seeking to progress to higher levels of divine paths, leaving no ti to ddle in mortal affairs. Since in the Trojan Clan, only you still care about the fate of this country and its people, I grant you this authority to safeguard Ro’s future.”
Receiving such importance and the divine authority from the hands of her Chief God, Cassandra’s first feeling was not excitent, but fear and anxiety:
“Master, need I overstep? Wouldn’t it be better for you to rule directly? With your wisdom, I believe any difficulty would be easily resolved…”
Luo En raised his hand to interrupt Cassandra’s plea, and said seriously:
“No life can remain forever in childhood; you will eventually step out of the cradle, no longer needing support and embrace.”
“But for thousands of years, we have walked under your protection and that of the gods.”
“Then all the more reason for you to learn to walk on your own! If you rely on ‘parents’ for everything, you will never grow up!”
Luo En looked seriously at the priestess before him, earnestly expressing the deepest thoughts in his heart,
“The gods, or religion, can be an enlightennt for humans, but absolutely should not beco the ultimate endpoint for humanity!”
This voice was thunderous, like a dazzling thunderbolt exploding in Cassandra’s mind, shattering all her fears and confusion.
The priestess seed to sense sothing and lifted her eyes again, gazing at the deity she served.
Through this silhouette, within this light, Cassandra saw blessings, saw expectations…
She also saw the divine love and tolerance for humanity…
He, respects and loves the life on Earth…
That is why this deity has never positioned himself, and his subordinate gods, as all-encompassing caregivers or tyrannical rulers of all beings.
Instead, he is a teacher, a shepherd.
Enlightening, guiding, and hoping for the multitude of lives to step out of the cradle, break through barriers, and walk toward a broader future, forging a better world.
So that’s it.
Is this what you think as a ‘God’?
The priestess was enlightened, holding the luminous bud in both hands, placing it on her chest.
The bud seed to find its soil to take root, turning into a grapevine-like pattern, branding Cassandra’s chest skin.
Once the ceremony was completed, the priestess solemnly made a promise:
“Rest assured, I will not disappoint your trust, and Ro will certainly not disappoint your expectations!”
“Good, I’ll be waiting.”
Luo En nodded with satisfaction, stretching out his hand to pull Cassandra up from the ground,
“Alright, it’s getting late. Go and rest, there is still much to discuss tomorrow.”
“You should also rest early.”
Cassandra gave a reminder before respectfully exiting the room.
As the fluorite lamp inside was extinguished, only then did the priestess turn towards her bedroom.
Yet, along the way, a doubt unconsciously arose in her heart.
All along, this Lord has regarded wealth as muck, power as responsibility, and conflict as trouble.
Why did He suddenly change, proactively initiating this divine war destined for countless sacrifices, pursuing the so-called ‘Divine Business’?
Clearly, He respects and loves life so much…
In her daze, the grapevine pattern on Cassandra’s chest faintly glowed in the darkness.
The light was not dazzling, yet infinitely warm, enough to illuminate her path forward.
In her reverie, Cassandra seed to have an answer, a respectful smile spread across her face, placing her hand over her burning chest as she silently recited:
My teacher, my Lord:
May everyone hallow your na.
May your kingdom co,
May your will be done on Earth,
As it is in Heaven.
May all the darkness in the world,
Not withstand the warmth of this light…
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