Chapter 62

The crowd entered through a hidden entrance in the ground, the entrance is not very large, can walk side by side three people like, three guards took the initiative to walk in the forefront.
Karida who followed behind was responsible for pointing the way, occasionally reminding them of the location of the guards they knew.
They were ambushed in several waves on the dark and winding road, and took the ambushers out without much difficulty.
At the end of the road were huge caves that one could not imagine, and as soon as they looked up they could see a familiar totem.
That is the totem of the moon goddess, but now this totem on a gray, not a bit of shine.
The totem is surrounded by a fresco, the fresco looks a bit old, can not see clearly, can only simply see some werewolves and witches.
The floor of the cave is painted with complex lines, making the entire cave looks like a buried altar, in the polishing of the years, has not been able to smell the remnants of the breath.
A black-robed old man knelt right in front of the totem, and the remaining guards were all in the cave, facing them with an attacking stance.
The old man paid no attention to all this, he looked reverently at the totem in front of him, performing the most complex ritual of worship, mouth chanting benedictions and wishes.
He was filled with a strong expectation, as if a miracle would come to him in the next second, but he waited and waited, maybe just for this moment, or maybe he had been waiting here for decades, waiting until he was almost disappointed, but did not get a response from the goddess.
The old man's expression became very agitated, his face was covered with gray, raised his hands and shouted: "Why, Goddess! I believe in You with my life, why won't You give me a response!"
Soldiers poured in through the entrance and confronted the man opposite.
The old man acted as if he didn't see it, his gaze shooting straight at Sophia with a touch of fervor.
"You're the queen who brought in the miracle aren't you?"
Sophia frowned, the old man's gaze made her very uncomfortable.
Aaron also sensed it and side-stepped, blocking Sophia behind him.
The old man could not see her and was very anxious, even wanted to pounce on her, but retreated after seeing the cold Aaron, and could only kneel in place and continue to shout.
"You tell me, you tell me how you got the goddess to respond to you, OK? I'll take anything for you!" The old man's emotions were intense, and he even looked at Sophia with some greed.
He muttered alone.
"As long as I can get a response from the goddess, I can get all the things I want." He shouted excitedly, "Power, strength, even to be young again!"
Sophia frowned and leaned close to Aaron to whisper, "Is he having some mental problems?"
"Probably." Aaron nodded approvingly.
Sophia had seen people of fanatical faith, but not one this crazy.
No, he probably didn't deserve to be called a believer, because he only had selfish desires in his eyes, he was believing because of his own greed, and he wanted too much.
Sophia even wondered if he had been tricked.
The werewolf's faith in the moon goddess comes from instinct, from the desire to be guarded, and from the desire to be the guardian.
The sincere faith of werewolves and what they get are never mutual, they are not greedy and selfish, they do not crave for things they do not deserve.
So for people like this old man, even if the goddess could hear the call of the believer, she would not descend on him for a miracle, much less fulfill any of his wishes.
Sophia looked up at the totem and vaguely felt that this should be a very important place, as if, she would find any answers here.
Aaron did not continue to tangle with the old man's intention, directly sent people to fight with each other, both sides mixed together, the rebels had wanted to take the old man to escape, but the old man did not want to leave the place, so finally the old man was captured by Aaron and others.
Karida crouched down among the complex shapes made of lines, palms gently touching the ground, and after a moment looked up in concentration.
"This is a huge spell left behind, I once heard the elders of the witch tribe say that such a spell disappeared a hundred years ago, a spell that cost lives."
"What kind of person would sacrifice themselves to complete a spell like this in a place like this? And what kind of a spell is it and what does it do?"
No one could answer that question for her.
Sophia stood in front of the totem and likewise reached out to touch it, unexpectedly feeling the intense life and power in it, as if they were blocked and locked in it.
Her expression became grave and she looked back at Aaron.
"I don't know if you can experience it by leaving someone here to watch over it, but I have a vague feeling that this place has a deep connection to the wolves, and maybe that person is right and we can find a way to reconnect with the Moon Goddess in this place."
Aaron always had unconditional trust in Sophia's words, and immediately ordered it down, leaving a team of people to guard the cave.
Sophia slightly reassured, looking to Karida who had been bowing her head.
"Karida?" Sophia called out softly.
"I want to stay here." Karida responded and simply sat cross-legged on the ground, "I have learned all about my father's death, and now that the rebels have been purged, my revenge has been avenged."
She reached out and patted the ground.
"This place makes me care a little, so I want to stay for now."
Karida saw their faces hesitant, thought they were afraid that they sneak away, a low laugh, explained: "You do not worry, I will not run away, I should take on I will also take on, just give me a little more time, and I stay here, if a rebel hit the door, I can also help a lot."
"That's not what we're worried about." Sophia knew she had misunderstood and hurriedly waved her hand.
"Don't you want to go back and check it out?"
Karida was stunned for a moment.
Go back?
Go back where, back to the home where there is no longer a father?
"Your two brothers miss you very much and have been looking forward to reuniting with you." Sophia said.
That's right.
Even if her father is gone, it is still her home, and her family, her father was always talking about, hoping that one day she could go home to her family?
Karida smiled.
The smile has sadness, nostalgia, but also want to go home longing.
"I will go back, but not now, I still have a lot of time to reunite with them."
Sophia saw that she had already decided, so she didn't persuade her anymore, leaving her alone and heading out with Aaron.
They still had a lot of things to take care of.
The Wiccan side also sent a letter two days ago, saying that they wanted to renegotiate the peace agreement, hoping that there would be no more war between the two clans in the future.
After three months, the great witch of the witch tribe would come to the wolf tribe to agree in person, and Aaron and Sophia, as the king and queen, had to hurry back to prepare.
Thinking of all the good things to come, Sophia couldn't help but smile and bend her eyebrows.
Aaron walked beside her, took her soft little hand, turned slightly sideways, and hooked his fingers off the ash that had stuck to her face some time ago.
"Are you homesick?" Aaron's voice was low, his breath gently hitting the side of her face, a burning hot temperature.
Sophia didn't answer, looking down to reveal the red back of her neck.
Aaron wanted to laugh a little.
It's been so long; Sophia is still so easily shy.
"Last time was my problem, I had agreed to take you home for a visit, but I didn't expect to run into such a big trouble, and let you get hurt with me."
Aaron tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her out of the cave.
"When the matter of the two tribes is over, I will definitely accompany you back to see your parents, and I will not miss the appointment this time."
Sophia glanced back as she stepped out of the cave and thought silently in her mind.
Maybe this time, more than just the peace between the two tribes will be solved.
Three months is not a long time, not a short time, probably because there are too many things to deal with, always makes Sophia have the illusion of being too busy to stop, even the intimacy with Aaron has also decreased.
Every day when she returned to the bedchamber, Sophia was too tired to move.
Aaron took pity on her, so he never tormented her at such times, but only tenderly kneaded and massaged her to help her relieve the fatigue of the day, and then held her in his arms and coaxed her to sleep.
Wrapped by Aaron's warm body heat, Sophia always falls asleep quickly.
In fact, Aaron was also tired, but the closing of the rebel purge was a huge workload, not to mention the peace agreement that had to be drawn up in advance.
Sophia likes to walk everywhere when she's tired of dealing with business, and doesn't want anyone to follow her, so she walks alone without a purpose.
This day, she was walking, and somehow, she came to the original penal colony.
The land has been transplanted over a large red roses, in the sunlight blooming more delicate, I do not know whether it is because the soil underfoot once nourished by blood, these roses than ordinary roses bloom more brilliant red, so that people can not help but want to lower their heads to kiss its soft petals.
Sophia was unable to do so because a man held her from behind, just as he had been held from behind by her that day as he stood in front of the gallows.
"Is it beautiful?" Aaron asked softly.
"Very beautiful." Sophia replied sincerely.
Aaron laughed lowly and his chest shook with it, all the way to Sophia.
"There were originally all kinds of roses growing in the flower fields of the palace, and my mother loved red roses the most, so she would wake up every morning to a fresh red rose in a vase above her bed."
"My father would personally trim a rose for my mother every day, from the time they met, but unfortunately that flower field later burned down and I didn't want to plant roses anymore when it was rebuilt."
"It's a good thing your favorite isn't a rose," Aaron said with a soft laugh.
He bent down and plucked a petal and placed it on Sophia's lips, who subconsciously pursed the petal.
Aaron rubbed his lips against hers, feeling that her lips were more delicate than the petals.
"But I think that you fit perfectly with the red rose." He rubbed her lips, his voice was ambiguously husky, "Because your heart is as passionate as the red rose's flamboyant exterior."
Saying that, he lowered his head to take the petal between her lips, pulled it out and dropped it, and then kissed the tempting red lips fiercely.
Softness like water.
Passion like fire.