Today was still an uneventful day.

Outside the temple, the Yale River seemed to be clearer and more cheerful than ever.

The sky in Casa is also as blue as a wash, and there is not a trace of clouds in sight.

"What are you looking at, Holy Son?"

The gray-haired old priest sat by the window of the temple and looked at the man in front of him with some confusion.

After he entered the temple and finished the daily prayer ceremony with the Son, the Son looked out the window.

The eyebrows and eyes were as cold as snow, with a trance, and a trace of dazedness.

A rare moment.

"But what's bothering you?"

After the old priest asked, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

From an innocent child, to now, like a silent adult in the deep sea.....

He has always done a good job of the duties of the Holy Son, but he has also lost too much.

This temple, which everyone envies and wants to enter, is not a prison cage for the children in front of them.

He is old, and the young Son has too much suffering to face.

In the future, who else will be able to solve the problems of the Holy Son?

The eyes of the high priest changed a little more, and he thought that the stars of the Earl's Court would be magnificently shining in the future, and their holy son would leave the scene in disgrace.....

I only hope that he is old, his divine power has decreased, and his prediction has deviated.

"Budo, have you ever heard of the priesthood of 'Patron Saint'?"

The Holy Son spoke slowly, interrupting his concerns.

The handsome and flawless face, because of this question, was dyed with a bit of earthly atmosphere.

Those gray-blue eyes looked straight over.

Budo was stunned for a moment, he actually ...... In this child's eyes, there was a glimmer of anticipation.

Just, ...... this eccentric priesthood?

He was well-read, but he never knew it.

Probably because his strange and dazed expression was too obvious, the Holy Son paused, and then looked out the window.

Silver hair, in the sunlight, ripples of light.

The man's expression seemed to be a little lonely.

It's like getting an expected answer that 'it should have been'.

"You, where did you find the records of the new gods?"

Budo touched his beard and couldn't help but ask more.

The Son shook his head, reluctant to say more.

"Perhaps, you can go to the library of the Holy College and look for those old books......

Budo's eyes were a little kind, and he added:

"The magical element of the temple seems to be extraordinarily strong today, although I am not sure, but I vaguely perceive it, maybe you can find the answer there." E-book bar

The Holy Son turned around and wanted to say something, but looking at Budo's gray-haired appearance, he finally fell silent again.

In the past, Budo was the strongest priest in Casa and the most important divination among all the priests.

Because it is accurate and infinitely close to reality.

The advice given to the Son is always positive and confident.

However, the god of time never stops for anyone, nor does he easily favor the powerful in this world.

No one can escape old age.

Even if he is as powerful as Budo, now that he is dying, even his predictions have become vague.

It wasn't until Budo was helped away by the gods that the Holy Son let out a long sigh and slowly walked in front of the Bright Divine Stone.

Raised his hand and put it on.

No...... Still nothing happens.

"What the hell am I ...... What to expect? ”

Maybe it's just a dream.

He smiled, withdrew his hand, and sat down in his seat to begin to approve various important tasks and organize the list of people's prayers.

In my mind, those eyes come to mind from time to time.

Smile and shine.

The Holy Son stopped the quill pen in his hand, a little depressed.

He hadn't been in such a state of calm for a long time.

Simply, he drew a portrait with a pen.

In the past, he was admired by the world, but he couldn't draw the person in his mind......

More depressed.

"Pour me a cup of tea."

He gave an order to the temple attendants guarding the door, and refocused on his work.

The attendant walked in softly and quietly withdrew.

On the table, a cup of tea has little aroma.

“.......”

Gradually, with time, the warmth dissipated.

When the sun sank into the sea and the night lights of the temple came on, the man closed the work he had approved, reached out, and took a sip of his teacup.

Somewhat cool.

He came back to his senses and looked out the window.

In the distance, a round of moon, lying on the edge of the sea, like a smudged oil painting.

"Alas......"

He heard a sigh.

The tone is familiar, with a bit of teasing.

The man looked stunned and slowly lowered his head.