Chapter 35 Naming Ceremony
“Name!” the crowd shouted, “please tell us your name!”
The shouts were chaotic at first, but gradually unified and gathered into one. The most surging waves. Countless pairs of eyes looked at Perturabo with supreme expectation and reverence.
Morse watched Perturabo accept all this calmly, and put down the fruit in his hand.
Under the ceiling, inside the theater, there were clear collisions between countless utensils and plates, the soles of shoes made repeated contact with the ground, and thunderous roars came from the palms of the hands.
Their cheers shook the theater, and amid the joyful singing and laughter, the goddess statue was transported into the theater through a delicate artistic structure.
The statue has a benevolent face, accompanied by a corolla, elixir, forgetwort, fairy fruit, lotus, hyacinth, and rose. The perfume extracted from various flowers is sprinkled all over the body, symbolizing the beauty and goodness of the upper world. flower garden. Compared with the statue many years ago that was only prepared for more than a month and whose shapes were often based on those of fishermen and peasant women, this statue is now not only more perfect in technique, but the focus of the depiction has also shifted more towards the holy, inhuman divinity. , to fit the solemnity of the entire scene.
Accompanying them were six female ceremonial officials wearing black veils, with graceful figures and gold-leaf masks, appearing in front of everyone with joy. They have been walking among the crowd for a long time, like an untouchable soft veil, passing through thousands of celebratory pores, like the fragrance of flowers, like ointment, like the softest shadow of all things, and the most appropriate pavement under the bright light. lining. When they came under the open sunlight, the crowd also became quiet, and the chaotic sounds were taken away from the venue, leaving only the softness and expectation of shadows and darkness.
The leader held a gold cup in one hand and a silver blade in the other, floating towards Perturabo who was facing the crowd like flowing clouds and black smoke.
"Please choose your name, my lord," the instrument officer bowed and pointed the blade at himself, making it easier for Perturabo to take the exquisite hilt inlaid with sigils. "Let your Your blood falls into the golden cup for the admiration of generations in Olympia.”
Morse turned more of his attention to the officials, looking into their eyes through the black gauze and gold foil. He saw pairs of pure human eyes, six of them, twelve eyes, each as clear and clear as crystal. Although it is strange in numbers, it is not unusual in the senses.
Everything must not be multiplied by entities, and everything must not ignore numerology.
He opened his vision of perception, and in a brief moment, the minds of countless people passed by the edge of his soul. Time seems to be broken into fragments of microseconds. He is immersed in the ocean of joy, joy, jealousy and tiredness, examining thousands of thoughts, causing thousands of colors to fly and slide between his fingers like sand and dust, and from the thousands of sentient beings. The sounds rose up until everything was stripped clear and pure to his senses.
He could find nothing dark and depraved.
In any case, he decided to place part of his power on Perturabo to avoid unexpected surprises. Ordinary distortions are not difficult to deal with.
Morse blinked and reached out to pat Perturabo's shoulder. The black cloth at his fingertips briefly touched the surface of the young man's skin.
"Perturabo," he whispered, "go, child. This is your name."
Perturabo gave Morse a small nod. Stand up from your seat. His shoulder muscles were tense as iron.
The young man took the silver knife from the hands of the instrument officer and made a cross cut on the palm of his right hand. Then he made a fist and squeezed to further tear the wound, letting the blood drip into the golden cup and merge into the water originally contained in the cup. Filled to a complete golden-red reflection.
"My name is Perturabo." Perturabo looked at his reflection, raised his head again, and looked around everyone, "When I was a boy, I asked others to call me this. As a man, I will Let others call me this.”
"You expected me to choose a name that would honor our ancestors, I know. But I will not choose that way. Things have their own essence, and the essence cannot be tampered with, distorted, blasphemed, or shaken. Just like iron after it is reshaped It's still iron, and what rises after sunset is still the sun." He raised his right hand high, and scarlet blood overflowed from the fingers of his clenched fist, splitting and merging, flowing down his wrist to his arm, and finally penetrated into the thin armor.
“If you want to ask the meaning of my name, you are asking what the rain means before it irrigates the fields, what the wind does before it brings grass seeds, what water does before it brings grass seeds. What is the use of a sickle before it is drunk? What is the value of a sickle before it cuts the wheat? The value of a name never appears because of its appearance, but only after the performance of the thing indicated by this symbol. "< br>
“One cannot be honored by one’s name, but one’s name can be great by one’s name.”
“Before I established my career, my name was just a series of unfamiliar syllables that required the combined use of tongue, tongue and air to pronounce. ;After I become famous in Olympia, my name will represent myself. My name is my essence, and my essence is myself.”
Perturabo put down his hand, and someone immediately came forward with gauze. Morse took a look and tapped the armrest of the seat with his fingers, causing the gauze to automatically wrap around Perturabo's hand.
The ceremony officer took the golden cup and passed the ritual vessel with graceful steps and dancing. After the six people passed the ceremony, the golden cup was enshrined between the hands of the statue, which were deliberately left empty.
The crowd burst into cheers until they noticed that Perturabo was not seated. The laughter receded layer by layer, leaving behind a majestic silence.
The young man clenched his hand unconsciously, his voice became heavier, and his glance almost made people lower their heads uncontrollably.
“A month ago, I sent messengers to the neighboring countries of Lokos to discuss political affairs of friendly exchanges. In the past week, my messengers have returned one after another, bringing me different news. Some countries Some countries agreed to achieve good cooperation with Lokos, but some countries foolishly refused, ignoring the power of our powerful army, and wanted to continue the conflicts between people until the last drop of Olympia's blood."
"Undoubtedly, I will occupy their territory. A non-unified planet will surely perish in the future world. This is a warning from the stars and the sea." His blue eyes burned with cold cruelty, and soon this coldness was replaced by More anger ignited, bubbling in his words.
“However!” Perturabo raised his voice and stared at his audience for a long time, “There is a country that not only rejected our diplomatic request, but even killed our heroic envoy in an extremely despicable manner. , and concealed the information, allowing the remains of the Lokos people to sleep in the despised country. It was not until the secret agent sent back the information today that we learned of this shocking and tragic news! Kaldis will pay for all this!"
He threw the silver knife suddenly, and the tip of the knife penetrated deeply into the ground, reaching the handle.
“Remember our fallen soldiers, our brave envoys, the heroes we should praise, Miltiades, Patrocles, Reni, Falcon, Kondoia. Their blood is Lokos and drained away!"
He sat back on the steel seat, straightened his back, and looked at Damex, Callifon, Harkon and Andos in the distance one by one, and then Let your eyes stay at the main entrance of the Grand Theater.
"Command, the commanders of the 1st to 13th companies of Lokos entered the court one after another. I want to review my soldiers."
"And summoned the former 97th company, now the deputy commander of the 84th team of the 6th company. Enter the arena, take over the vacancy left by Miltiades, and be promoted to captain."
An update for the book club boss later orz
(End of this chapter)