After hesitating for a while, the Black Sheep Priest finally stewed the poor little mushroom into a pot of sweet and delicious mushroom soup, which he enjoyed happily.
Aries became interested: "What did you write?"
"I don't know. I don't understand. Sister is very knowledgeable and must know what it means."
Black Sheep took out the letter, and saw a bunch of incomprehensible patterns scribbled on it with ink like a dog crawling. To sum it up in one word: abstract.
Aries took the letter and was silent for a moment: "I'm sorry, I don't understand it either."
"If I'm not mistaken, this letter is most likely from Wancheng."
Aries pointed at the twisted and chaotic lines at the end of the envelope:
"This is a landmark in Wancheng, known as the Red Bond. I don't know what this seal means, but they sent a messenger here specifically to ask what we want for dinner, right? A trip to Wancheng will reveal the reason."
I remember there was a formidable monster called Fungus there, and this letter should have been delivered by his men."
"So are you going?"
"No, why go there? / Go! I want to leave here."
Completely opposite words came out of Aries' mouth. She seemed to be suffering from schizophrenia, and the expression on her face was struggling and distorted.
Black Sheep understood and gently hugged White Aries: "Sister's old illness has come back. Let's not leave yet, and wait until Sister calms down."
She gently nuzzled Aries' cheek. "Speaking of which, our bodies have matured. It's time to practice the reproductive ways of priestesses of the Mother of Fertility."
Aries showed a delighted look: "Okay! / No!"
Under the watchful gaze of the benevolent statue of the goat-headed goddess, the black and white sheep sisters slowly intertwined, blending seamlessly together...
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