Chapter 854 Rainy Season Clothes

Weather forecast port.

There is also a temple in the port, and naturally there is a prayer machine. There are weather fortune tellers, rainy season prayer masters, shepherds and ordinary people in the port coming and going. They all believe in gods.

He came to the temple wearing a raincoat and stood outside the temple for a long time before entering.

Passing by the people coming out, he carefully took out a prayer from the clothes inside the raincoat and stuffed it into the prayer machine after praying.

"I want to go to Helfas City to make it rain."

The prayer machine kept spinning, and his voice was mixed with countless voices.

He was listening carefully while kneeling and praying. He wanted to hear his own voice in the prayer machine, but that voice was completely drowned out by other prayers, and he heard nothing.

The face like a badge on the chest: "You can't hear it."

Then the messenger added: "But God will hear it."

Finally, the messenger said: "But God probably won't agree to your unnecessary request."

No matter what the messenger said, he knelt on the ground and completed the entire prayer process, meticulously and standardly, just like the rain process he had calculated and arranged.

Of course he understood this truth, just like every rainy season prayer master will carefully guide the rain to the destination, but sometimes the rain still won't fall at the destination as you expected.

But even so, all the preparatory work still needs to be done meticulously.

He just walked into the hall of the weather forecast port, and suddenly the whole hall became noisy, the crowd gathered together, and the middle-aged birdman also appeared in the hall.

"What happened?"

"The oracle of rain has come, and the black pen messenger has received it."

"What's strange about this."

"This time the oracle seems to ask people to go to the city of Helfas to make it rain."

The rainy season prayer masters talked a lot, and finally their eyes focused on the old man, their eyes were filled with surprise, or respect.

The middle-aged birdman looked at the group of rainy season prayer masters and spoke slowly.

"The oracle has come, and Helfas City needs rain."

He also saw the old rainy season prayer master, feeling a little embarrassed and a little incredible, and it was difficult to understand how the other party did it.

He raised his head.

Perhaps, in the dark, the gods have really been watching their every move. He doesn't say it, but he knows everything.

The old rainy season prayer master stood there quietly, and didn't seem surprised.

But the hand under the raincoat always wanted to raise and move slightly, which seemed to reflect his inner joy.

The middle-aged birdman walked in front of the old rainy season prayer master, and this time his attitude was much more respectful.

"God's call, you should set off."

"Helfas City, light rain, unlimited rain period, unlimited rainfall."

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He was still wearing a raincoat, standing in the iron compartment inside the ladder iron tower.

The one who saw him off outside was the priest he had met before. After hearing that he was coming, the other party came to see him off in person.

The other party waved at him, and he bowed in return.

The iron box rose.

"Clang!"

With a loud bang, he immediately held the iron wall beside him, and then maintained this posture and followed the fast-moving iron box to the higher place.

After stabilizing, he withdrew his hand, but still stood upright in the iron box with his feet together, motionless.

He lowered his head and looked at the ground, and suddenly spoke to his companion messenger.

"Make a plan and arrangement for the rainfall in Helfas City."

"Record it from now on."

"Rainfall location, Helfas City, after arriving near the target location, detect the surrounding climate and humidity, and find a suitable..."

He discussed the details of the next rainfall with the messenger one by one. Although the oracle did not limit his rain period and rainfall, it did not mean that he could rain recklessly.

He did not have the power to maintain long-term rainfall, and he was never used to doing so. He felt that rainfall was a very cautious matter, and he had his own arrangements for every rainfall.

He spoke little by little, and although he was very formal, his words still showed his excitement. Perhaps at the beginning he had never thought that he could really go to Helfas City to rain and become the first person in his family to climb the city in the sky.

The iron ladder rose higher and higher, and it was getting closer and closer to the city.

No matter how many things and storms he had experienced, or whether he no longer cared about many things, his heart, as calm as water, was still looking forward to it.

The messenger yawned lazily, as if he was a little tired, and said.

"It has been recorded."

First, it passed through the clouds and passed through the fog.

Later, the light outside was blocked. The iron box went through several turns and a long journey, and it seemed to pass through the bottom of the city.

The sun reappeared, and he finally came out at the dock of the city.

There were tracks, goods, and boxes moving everywhere around. He and the messenger showed their certificates and looked into the distance.

In the distance, you can see rows of square high-rise buildings, various slightly rigid but tall and magnificent buildings, and shops with various and even strange signs.

He saw the extremely wide streets and the surging crowds of heavenly people. Those heavenly people who were extremely envied on earth did not seem so strange here.

He saw the surging river, low clouds, and tall fire trees.

In addition, there were black steel furnace life workshops or other life workshops with smoke from chimneys. The people in this city mainly relied on these life workshops to make various goods needed by themselves and the earth. Most of the people here worked as craftsmen and workers. This was a strange industrial city driven by dragons, black steel, and seals.

For the bird-man world, which was still mostly in the era of nomadic peoples and feudal kingdoms, and for the people on the ground who still relied on collecting wild fruits, hand-spinning woolen cloth, and hunting with bows and arrows in many places, such a city was too incredible.

Rising from the ground to the sky, it was like crossing at least a thousand years, perhaps this was also a kind of time travel.

He stood there for a long time.

He seemed to feel like he was in a dream.

Until the people next to him asked him to leave quickly, he bowed his head and apologized and hurriedly set off.

Then he came to the Weather Court in Helfas City to report. He could have rested for a while, but he couldn't wait to come outside.

He came to the main road and finally walked into the "fantasy world" he had been looking at before. He stepped on the ground and found that the road surface had a metallic texture.

If you knock it with a hammer, it will definitely make a clanging sound.

He saw many people wearing gorgeous silk clothes, men and women, they were well-dressed, their clothes were layered, they wore shoes and socks, their clothes had various decorations, and their hats had ribbons or iron buckles. They belonged to another civilization.

They had never seen rain.

He also stood outside the glazed windows of the store, looking at the unfamiliar goods, and seeing this unknown world for him.

He was getting to know the city in the sky, and the people in the sky were also looking at him, so the sky and the ground seemed to have some kind of intersection.

Finally, he carefully entered an open staircase and building, and then climbed to the top of the building.

Standing on a high place, he began to detect the climate and humidity here. Only in this way can he prepare for the next rain. In fact, other places do not need to be so troublesome. Before going to the next place, the surrounding climate and humidity have basically been detected, and the weather forecast port will also inform them.

However, Helfas City is different. It has never rained here, and it is relatively independent.

"Start now, detect the surrounding climate and humidity."

After he finished the detection on the high building here, he went to the next high building, repeating the same work every time.

"Start now, detect..."

But unknowingly, the messenger's response began to slow down. He yawned and spoke lazily.

"Record..."

"Record... um... record..."

After one time, when he completed the detection and asked the other party to record, there was no response.

It is also a civilized machine. It has been running for too long and finally broke down.

The messenger died.

Its death had no precursor, no last words, and no waves. It ended its life accompanied by rain in silence, the long eight hundred years.

Many people walked with it during those long years, and there were romance, thrills, and heartbreaks.

But when it ended, it was like a sudden night wind blowing over a candle, a sudden rainstorm.

It was sudden but not unexpected, and the silence was surprisingly plain.

The old rainy season prayer master stood on the high building. He didn't speak, and couldn't find anyone to speak to. He just blinked his eyes occasionally.

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Photographed at the steps of the temple.

He watched the monks holding the seal in both hands and walked up the steps step by step, and solemnly entered the hall, which was the birthplace and heaven of the messenger.

He watched the monks standing in front of the temple door bow and salute, respectfully sending a messenger into the kingdom of rest. He heard the sound of music, which seemed to be praising the messenger's life dedicated to civilization.

He watched the door gradually close and slam shut.

He turned and left.

His steps were slow, but still meticulous and steady, but he no longer had the raincoat on him.

He finally reached the end of the road, and at the intersection he looked back at the temple that was getting farther and farther away. He would never see it again if he turned around.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

"Whoosh!"

He raised his hand to block the wind and sand.

But he vaguely saw something rising from the temple.

That thing seemed to be transparent, running towards the sky in a mighty manner, and he even felt that the other party was making a cheerful sound. He didn't hear it, but he felt it.

As the thing rose to the sky, a group of rain clouds gathered, and the originally clear sky gradually dimmed.

He understood something, trotted forward a few steps, and stared at the rain cloud.

That was his raincoat.

Their family had inherited the seal for nearly 800 years.

It broke free from the form of the seal and was about to turn into a rain again.

The old rainy season prayer master watched the existence break free from the shackles and go to the sky, summoning a rain cloud. Not long after, small raindrops fell from the sky.

It fell on the iron tower, on the cold and magnificent building, and on the shop sign.

He suddenly remembered what his ancestor said a long time ago.

"I want to catch the rain from the sky."

Then, the ancestor and the messenger found it together, and the story about rain began.

He raised his head and let the falling rain fall on him.

"You can't catch the rain, it will fall eventually."

However, he did not feel lost, but felt relieved and relaxed, because the only thing that fell was rain, and what could not fall was just a ball of water vapor in the sky.

There were passers-by around, and they finally noticed the rain. The crowd was very surprised and shocked, and some even acted like they were at a loss and made a joke.

"It's raining."

"It's raining."

"Look, it's raining."

It was a light rain, falling lazily from the sky.

You may not like it, but you are too lazy to avoid it, as if you were infected by the laziness of the drizzle.

More and more people are making their voices heard, and more and more people are appearing on the streets to welcome the first rain in hundreds of years.

gradually.

The rain became slightly heavier, but it was still just a light drizzle.

The world in the sight of the old rainy season prayer master was gradually obscured by the thin rain curtain, and his figure gradually became blurred in the rain.

The rain melted into his eyes, and he melted into the rain.

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[Sealed Artifact·Rainy Season Clothes]

[Ability 1: Able to hydrate part or all of the body of oneself and the controller, and able to sense the surrounding humidity and climate changes. 】

[Ability 2: After being eroded by the Law of Rain, it possesses a drop of rain seed in its body, which can affect the clouds in the sky to change and fall into rain on a small scale, but you must find a way to integrate yourself into the rain clouds in advance. 】

The rain stopped.

A transparent figure appeared in the world along with the rain.

It looked at the world around it, with all kinds of pictures swirling in its mind. It seemed that it had been living for a long time, but it had only just now truly grasped the concept of living.

It developed wisdom, became a sealed object with wisdom, and began to perceive the world from the perspective it once desired.

When a Sealed Artifact user dies.

And if possible, his sealed objects will be given wisdom, including his past memories.

At this moment, the Sealed Artifact of the Rainy Season Clothes has inherited the memory of the messenger, and it is not just the memory. During those years, he perceived the world from the perspective of the messenger, and followed him to experience the world.

It can no longer tell whether it is the messenger or it who follows the divine pastors throughout the world and follows the old rainy season prayer man to make rain again and again.

The water rises into the sky and becomes clouds, and then falls in the form of rain.

After the messenger died, a sealed object and strangeness that inherited his past appeared in the world.