![]() ![]() “It would be better to capture a white horse from a good descent and drain its blood and then boil that clotted blood to consume. I experienced for the first time in my life the devotion towards ancestral rites, which I did not experience before, here in this world. It felt like my internal organs were becoming clear. The soy milk noodle soup was simple and clean. It’s a relief that there were cucumbers.was what the servants said while beaming immaculately. The servants believed the act of obtaining cucumbers and offering them to me contained their sincerity, so they were quite proud of themselves for it. A servant had chopped cucumbers and modestly placed it above the noodles, which made me wonder where they could have possibly acquired the cucumbers during this winter season. After having a taste of the bowl that was presented to me, the taste of the soup was pleasurable. Following us, the peddlers and prostitutes also made noodles of their own. The soldiers ate the bean soup noodles and prayed to the Goddesses. The less salty it tasted, the better it was as food for memorial ceremonies. Demons believed that if they consumed white soy milk noodle soup while performing an ancestral rite, then their insides would become clear and their spirits would be cleansed. They were making chilled soy milk noodle soup. They then pulled out wheat and turned it into noodles. The soldiers steamed white soybeans, ground it, and made it into soup. It seems she had already taken care of the preparations for an ancestral rite before we had embarked on our march. “This one will pass your highness’ command to Miss Farnese and it shall reach the captains from there.” If they depend on the Gods with their minds, then during the times they are unable to see their so-called Gods, their minds will collapse.” ![]() Inform the soldiers that while my intention is to show respect to the Gods, I shall not submit to them. Instead, be considerate and allow the soldiers to offer their prayers whenever they desire. Do not gather the troops into one spot and regulate them inconveniently. Omit the ceremony and only set the food for the ancestral rites. “It’s bothersome since it feels like it may become a needless pretense. Console the bodies and minds of the soldiers, your highness.” “There are many soldiers who entrust their psyche to the Gods. “Would it truly be right to perform a memorial service in the middle of a war?” This location is a renowned shrine and numinous mountain in the demon world, so it would only be appropriate to perform an ancestral rite to the Gods here.” We unpacked our gear near the mountain range. The Gods are not allowing our passage.these words were spoken in whispers. The soldiers were afraid to advance through a place where nothing could be seen. The Black Mountains, Black Fortress vicinityįor several days the fog was severe. ▯The King of Peasants, Rank 71st, DantalianĮmpire Calendar: Year 1506, Month 2, Day 25 Chapter 3 – The Mountain Range is Burning (Part 1)
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