Only then did Shen Luyu know that his inadvertent actions had actually appeased the weak hearts of these two people, so they hoped that they could live well.

In other families, the safety and death of the servants have nothing to do with the people in the family, or if the servants leave this world one day, they don't know. In fact, Shen Luyu always thought that this world's merciful rescue of the lowest people in this world was to give them love, but he didn't expect that it was just used as the labor force at the bottom of another world, and it turned out that this world was not really so bright, and the dark was not so obvious.

"But why wouldn't those ordinary people in this world be servants?" Shen Luyu asked.

"Because of race." Xia Yu said.

"Is there still racism in this world?" Shen Luyu was a little surprised.

"It's not race, it's blood." Gu Xixi heard their conversation, "In their veins, there is the blood of the ancient Canaanites, they are the oldest believers in existence, and they are also the patrons of the creator God, and everyone who lives in this world is sinners, that is, all people in this world have the blood of sin." ”

"Why?" Shen Luyu is unknown.

"Do you know the original sin?" Gu Xixi said.

"That's just a legend." Shen Luyu said.

"Yes, but the Canaanites here and your soul have proven that original sin exists." Xia Yu said.

Shen Luyu stopped talking, and was silent for a while.

"Our ancestors were tempted by demons to become sinners of the creator God, but we continue the sins of our ancestors, and we can never be 'clean' people unless..." Gu Xixi said halfway, and then muttered quietly, "Write your name in the book of life." ”

"Xixi, don't talk nonsense." Xia Yu said a little scared.

"Whatever he is, you are clean in my eyes. And so industrious. Shen Luyu said indifferently.

"Thank you for saying that." Gu Xixi smiled.

"By the way, what are you cooking, Gu Xixi, is it already paste?" Xia Yu sniffed and asked.

"Ah, my porridge." Gu Xixi screamed and ran to the kitchen.

In the modern French town, it is also night, as if the time in Agret and the time in Europe are in the same time zone. In a hotel in the town, Shen Zhenghua was greeting the guests who came here at this time, and then everyone arranged to sit at the huge long table in front of them, and at this time the last guest had arrived, and Shen Zhenghua was also seated.

The waiter opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into everyone's glasses.

"Taste it, this is my treasured Lafite, 82 years old." Mei said with a grin.

"Hehe, it's a good taste."

"First of all, I should congratulate my son on crawling out of the battlefield alive." The old man on the top seat held his glass and shouted as if celebrating the victory in the war.

"Congratulations!" Everyone sitting here to eat raised their glasses and said.

"Thank you." Shen Zhenghua said in pure English.

"We really admire that the vitality of the Luther family is like a dung beetle." Said a fat old man from the same era as Luther May.

"You pig, can you speak," said another, "and when I was in China, I often heard that the metaphor for a tenacious creature called a cockroach, and that dung beetle is not a thing at all. ”

"Really? That's a pity, and I think the Luthers should use the metaphor of all the things that can't be killed. Luther May was also laughing at herself, saying that these people were almost all fatal friends, and there was nothing to hide.

"Shen, you are really powerful, the news that came back from my ears and eyes in Yagre said that you have to fight with thousands of gods by yourself." A person sitting across from Shen Zhenghua asked.

"No, I mostly forgot about the events of that day." Shen shirked and said that he didn't want to recall the events of that night.

"It's really a war family, a family born for war, I just don't know how little Hill is now, or maybe it's a six-winged one!." The man said.

"Don't you know that little Ciel is just a broken wing, and the soul test is B-level, not even wings," I don't know who is speaking, and the tone seems to be a pity.

"That's a blessing." Someone was talking, "I can save little Hill from the fate of going to the front." ”

"Oh, by the way, have you heard, that god has escaped from Yakret and is already in the present world." Said the man sitting in the far corner.

"I've heard that, a god."

Shen Zhenghua and Mei father and son were eating and listening to their conversation, but they forgot the purpose of inviting them here today.

"Everyone, be quiet, I'm going to talk about two things now." Luther May said, "The purpose of inviting you here today is not to chat. ”

"Haha, the old thing is going to speak again." Someone said with a smile.

"First, or as everyone has heard, the rebel 'Ai' in Yagre has been executed." "That's not the point, it's the point where he ended up saying, 'An era begins, about war.'" ’”

Shen Zhenghua originally thought that those people would sigh at what his father said, but they were silent for a moment, and even the sound of eating reappeared after a long time.

"Ai, not a guy who gives prophecies for no reason, his prophecies have been said several times, but they have all come true, and he can be said to be a genius of prophecy in the past hundred years." It was said.

"So, we don't know yet, Ai, what exactly I mean, it could be a war between people, it could be a war between people and gods, or it could be a war between the rebels and those people." Mei said very calmly.

"The second thing, regarding the matter of the gods, Yagre estimates that he has sent a lot of people to search for clues to the gods in this world, and we can't be so frequent in order to prevent them from discovering them." "Until the gods are not found, and then let them sleep, it is okay to try to reduce contact with Abriel, or cut it off temporarily." ”

"I'll take care of this." The fat man, who initially mocked the Luther's tenacious vitality, said seriously, "I will contact the rebel families scattered all over the world." ”

"Then I'm bothering you." Luther May thanked.

"Hmph, those people may be eager to fight the gods, and their goal is estimated to be achieved." Someone said angrily.

"No, that can't be, King Solomon is an agent of the creator god, and the creator god has given him the wisdom of the wise angel, and I don't think that those people can get anything from him." It was said.

"Peering into the secrets of the gods is not the practice of a wise god." Someone sighed.

"I really hope that at the end of the day, someone will understand."