Heroes of Silver Moon Chapter 169

"Holy Son", "Old Hound" Cirillo held up a wooden tray with both hands. On the wooden tray was the full suit sent by Clifford before, and came to Simon's side.

"Well, this is my exclusive holy dress." Looking at this brand new heavy dress, Simon stood up and picked up the fox mask on the top of the dress with his hands.

"Fox mask, which **** thought of it, isn't it still feminine?" Simon said speechlessly, looking at the "cute" fox mask in his hand.

"Ahem, this dress was rushed out by Master Clifford." Seeing Simon's complaints about this dress, Cirillo kindly reminded him.

"Uh~ So it was made by the instructor, why do I feel so kind?" Simon's eyelids twitched, and he changed his statement without hindrance.

Fox mask, hehe, after only half a year of contact, his foundation has been touched so cleanly, he deserves to be his mentor, Simon thought secretly in his heart.

"Holy Son, are you still unable to use a bow and arrow to shoot the blessing torch from fifty meters away?", putting the wooden plate on the table beside him, Cirillo said while looking at the longbow that Simon threw to the ground just now.

"Hehe, I have never touched a bow and arrow before. In just half a month, I have been training etiquette, swordsmanship, and frankly dancing. How could my archery improve?"

Sitting on a chair, drinking bay tea with fructose, Simon sighed and said, "If you don't have time, find a substitute and let him shoot this arrow for me."

"No, if you cheat when offering sacrifices to the gods, you will be punished by the gods." Feeling that the son of Simon, Simon, had the idea of cheating at the ceremony, Cirillo hurriedly said.

There are really gods in this world. During the annual Luna Festival celebration, maybe the gods have a sudden whim and turn their attention to the celebration.

If they were discovered by the gods to be deceitful, then their souls would be thrown directly by the goddess into the kingdom of the **** of life and death, to be tortured in endless purgatory.

"Hey, why don't I release a few melee spells during the sacrifice, such as strong arms, sharp eyes and so on?"

Hearing that the previous bad idea was not working, Simon rolled his eyes and immediately proposed a solution.

"Uh, every mage has his own unique spell brilliance. So many people at the celebration tomorrow, the mages accompanying the royal family, mages from the mage union, and free mages will all participate in the Luna Festival celebration. If you release the spell, your identity It will be exposed immediately"

Cirillo looked at Simon suspiciously. The Son is a middle-level mage, and he doesn't even know this bit of mage common sense.

"Oh, is it?" Simon was surprised when he heard the knowledge popularized by Cirillo, he didn't know about it.

If the identity of his Son was revealed, he would no longer be able to fish in troubled waters. Millions of eyes in the entire kingdom would be watching Simon's every move.

"Then what should I do?" Simon wailed in a very salty way after drinking the rest of the laurel tea in one go.

"Holy Son, if it doesn't work, let God doom it tomorrow!", looking at the Holy Son sitting in a pile on the chair, Cirillo said helplessly.

This holy son is really useless, he really can't figure out why the goddess canonized this kid as a holy son.

The Holy Son is not something that can be canonized casually by the church. Only the oracle of the Moonlight Goddess is required for the church to be able to canonize the Holy Son.

Because of this, most of the congregation and believers feel that the Holy Son is closer to the goddess than the Pope.

"Oh, what you mean is that next year in the Silvermoon Kingdom, the decision of whether it is good luck or bad luck will be entirely up to luck." Simon said angrily, glancing at Cirillo next to him. .

"Holy Son, this is just a mortal celebration in itself. No matter whether it is a hit or miss, it is impossible to determine the luck of the kingdom for the next year."

Although he felt that the Holy Son was a little unhappy, Cirillo continued to persuade him.

"Hey, Cirillo, I know what you mean, but the people of the Silvermoon Kingdom, believe in this arrow." Looking at Cirillo, who is a high-ranking apologist knight of the church, but not superstitious at all, Simon asked again. said with a sigh.

Although this Cirillo is loyal enough to the church, he has always been stubborn in thinking about issues. No wonder he has made so many contributions to the church over the years, but he is still only a high-level apologist knight.

The annual Luna Festival, the people have worked hard for a year, just want to get a good fortune next year, in order to seek psychological comfort.

If they fail to get a good fortune at the Luna Festival, it is estimated that many people will not be able to raise their spirits for the whole year next year.

"Well, Holy Son, what you said seems to be the same." Cirillo was not stupid, and after Simon's reminder, he immediately realized the problem.

This Luna Festival celebration~www.mtlnovel.com~ is actually specially organized for the people of the kingdom. No matter whether these rituals are effective or not, they must satisfy the people.

"The Holy Son, what should we do for tomorrow's celebration?" Seeing Simon who was thinking hard, Cirillo also frowned.

"Go ahead, I'll think of a way," picked up the longbow thrown on the ground, stared at the bowl-sized torch fifty meters away, and said to Cirillo without looking back.

"Yes, Your Highness," Cirillo nodded tactfully, and then retreated.

He is a rough person himself, and he can't play any role here, so why not go outside now and arrange the security matters for tomorrow.

"Hey, does tomorrow really depend on luck?" Simon murmured as he ignited a rocket and pinched the feather on the tail of the arrow.

"Still." Simon put the rocket on the longbow, closed his eyes, and shot the arrow out of instinct.

"Whoosh", the rocket hit the torch, the flame stretched, and the entire torch was ignited.

"This is not scientific at all!" Simon shouted in his heart speechlessly when he opened his eyes and saw the torch being lit.

Ma De, no matter how you aim with your eyes open, the rocket will not be able to shoot accurately, but on the contrary, if you close your eyes and rely solely on self-consciousness, the rocket hits the torch again and again.

"Could it be possible to rely on intuition tomorrow to shoot this arrow that is full of people's expectations!", Simon, who is the Son of God, suddenly felt a long-lost feeling at this moment.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, as if a heavy boulder was pressing on his heart, and what Simon hated most in his life was this feeling.

For a salted fish that likes to lie flat, this feeling called pressure is really not suitable for Simon.

Chapter end

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