"No, Chegalle really loved his son, and I can even say that he used to love Mayare like that."

"What is it that makes such an emotion reverse in the opposite direction?" My dear Son, it is human nature...... The child is a paradoxical little gift, he or she is both a continuation of his or her life's bloodline and a competitive enemy – as is the case with almost every parent, who is filled with joy and comfort when they see their bloodline alive, but inevitably jealousy and hatred as they grow up – a young and energetic daughter often makes the mother taste the pain of neglect and coldness, while a strong and shrewd son directly threatens the father's position...... The hatred of the latter is perfectly normal and justified—but they must and must reproduce, for there is another impulse that is deeply rooted in the human body, and they also need to prove that their children and their descendants will be the best example of his existence for decades or even centuries after death.

This is one of the reasons why human beings are tirelessly seeking immortality. But that's another topic, and we're not going to talk about it today.

The father in ancient Rome was the happiest, and under the Twelve Tables, the father's rights were recognized to the greatest extent and most explicitly, and the Latin word familia originally meant a gang of slaves - as a patriarch, the father had the right to dispose of any member of the family, just as he could dispose of any piece of the family property at will, and there was no doubt that a son or daughter had a higher status and treatment than a slave, but in essence, there was not much difference between the two, A father can kill a son (daughter) with impunity, just as a slave (though not every father does), and their power and majesty are so great that every member of the family is terrified and resigned.

Such authority can indeed be refreshing, but unfortunately, it also brews indifference and hatred between relatives, especially father and son.

The god of the sky, Ouranos, had forbade his wife Gaia to give birth to children, Kronos castrated his father with a scythe and killed him, and Ouranos cursed his son before he died that his son would repeat his mistakes - Kronus was so frightened that he swallowed every child his wife gave birth to, until he was deposed by Zeus, the youngest son who was hidden, and his brother deposed, and captured him in the ensuing war and imprisoned him in the hell of Tartarus, but again, Zeus was also prophesied to be robbed of his life and crown by another, more powerful son—like a projection of the gods on earth, with more than one Roman emperor killed by his sons...... From Tiberius, who usurped the throne, to Caesar, who was meritorious, and of course, more often than not, it was the emperor who exiled and killed his own son, but this is obviously not worth documenting, because in the Roman mind it was according to the law, norms, and morals, just as no one cares about the poisoned wine that Tiberius gave to Caligula, even if the latter was not only his adopted son, but also his grandson - the situation did not improve until 52 BC, and the Pompey Law stipulated that anyone who hastened the death of both parents or sons, or hastening the death of other relatives, a special punishment shall be imposed; By 212 AD, Emperor Caracalla had declared that civic law applied only to Roman citizens, and that citizenship was granted to all freemen within the empire, meaning that status, connections, and ethnic groups no longer had a strong bargaining chip. The increasing geographical expansion of the Romans, their contacts with the outside world and their economic activities, as well as the rise of Christianity, all dismantled the foundations of the original family system, and the status of blood relatives gradually replaced the status of kinship, and in the later part of the imperial era, the inheritance system became more and more based on blood, and various related laws also had a clear bias, and sons and daughters were further valued and cherished, and although the father still had the authority to speak, they were fortunate enough to at least not have to worry about their lives all the time.

Unfortunately, this does not mean that the brutality and ruthlessness peculiar to patriarchy have been completely curbed, and they have appeared in a different way, or rather, they have been clothed in a sacred cloak or an emotional fog - King Aoun of Sweden sacrificed nine sons in succession to occupy the throne for a long time. The Semites also had a tradition of sacrificing their sons, and in the Old Testament book of Genesis, Abraham intended to sacrifice his son Isaac to God. Their successor, Ivan IV, crushed his son to death with his wat staff in a violent dispute – an example that was later interpreted as a tragedy caused by mental illness.

Fathers who did not have such noble status and noble reasons beat their offspring in the name of God, with firewood, or whips, or other things at hand. And the more brutal the father, the easier it is to arouse the rebellion of the children, especially the son, who is afraid of the violence of the elders, but also envies and longs for this power, and he always hopes that his father will grow old and even die as soon as possible, so as to seize his power and wealth as soon as possible.

Even in modern times, most fathers are reluctant to let go of this age-old patriarchal authority, and fathers who try to reverse, interfere with, or simply oppose it are still hated by their sons...... More than once when I worked at the Mayo Clinical & Medical Center, I saw more than once that the joy of regaining one's freedom from the death of one's father had outweighed the grief of blood and affection—conversely, when a son died, the mother's pain was necessarily greater than that of the father, and it could even be said that many fathers, when they were sure that their son's condition was irretrievable, thought about other children, even if they did not exist.

This statement may make many people feel uneasy and suspicious, but in fact, the curse of Oedipus has always been entangled in the human soul, and the first object of boys' sexual impulses is often the mother, and the first object of hatred and violence is likely to be the father - father and son are almost born enemies, although forced by moral and legal threats, or compromised by blood ties and long-term relationships brew emotions - the father will suppress jealousy, and the son will restrain his ambition, and wrap the real poison with hypocritical vein warmth, It takes a long time to slowly and covertly wear away the spikes of sin. ”

"In peace." Sasha added.

"If it's safe and sound," Dr. Hopkins nodded, "if necessary," he said softly, opening his palm, "they'll kill each other, though they may indeed love each other dearly." ”

In this way, many things can be explained—for example: how did Mayare know the true identity of Beelzebub? Given that all the insiders have kept this secret firmly under wrap for more than a decade - Chegalle is not young, but he is still strong and powerful, and as an Alien, he may be able to live for another fifty years, but Meyare is in his thirties, he is young, active, and as a future "Don", he is very qualified in every aspect, and he is always in awe of Chegalle, even if the current "Don" may be the one who murdered his father and mother.

Under the watchful eye of countless pairs of eyes, Chegalle could not depose this outstanding heir for no reason, the strange laws and morals of Poseidon Island did not allow him to do so - the accidents of the previous generation must not be carried over to the next generation, and the order to cut the grass and eradicate the roots cannot be applied to blood relatives.

He released the news, and sure enough, Meyare scurried like a frightened electric eel, and he first betrayed Chegalle to the "Agency", a brilliant side-kick that even Chegalle had to make a gesture of approval - he declared that he would not be held accountable. Yes, Meyare did not deal with any government officials or police. The nominally semi-official "agency" is more akin to a mercenary organization with the tacit approval of the government – and it's not unusual for the people of Poseidon to deal with such characters on a regular basis, sometimes for hire and sometimes for hire.

Chegalle spent half a year in the "Tower" of Babel, the special hospital of the "Agency", and it must be admitted that without the Hopkins father and son, his date of release would have been much delayed, and even more so he would never have been able to come out. So he's not lying, Hopkins is indeed his savior.

He returned to Poseidon Island, so it was naturally Mei Yalei who was not happy, although he did not leave a handle on the surface, but since he had opened his mouth and bared his fangs, if he didn't bite down, then what would be exposed was his most fatal weakness.

Chegall sent Sasha to Beelzebub, which was almost a warning sign.

Mayaret got into action.

This played into Chegalle's hands, and in order to be sure, he threw another big bait in time. He was for Beelzebub far more than he was given for Meyare. But this love is clearly not enough.

Sasha didn't think Beelzebub would be able to find out about it now, but there would come a time when he would understand what had happened that night. At that time, he must have been strong and mature enough, and Chegalle, even as an anomaly, was a little too old.

Oh, it's all so obvious.

"So," Sasha asked, "will Beelzebub live?" ”

"If he's stupid," Hopkins replied, "I think he can, but I can't guarantee it will last long." And in fact he's a smart kid, right? ”

Sasha thought for a moment, "I'll make him stupid." ”

"Besides," he continued, "we're not like that, are we?" ”

…… Dr. Hopkins' eyes sparkled in the darkness: "Of course," he said solemnly, "Sasha, we're not like that." ”

Anthony. Hopkins wasn't just a father, just like Sasha wasn't just a son.

Once again, Hopkins carefully observed Sasha—in Sasha's body he could see many people, his, Catherine's, his father's, his mother's, Catherine's parents, but most of all, Sasha's—his dearest little sister Sasha, with her purple eyes, small white teeth, blonde hair, and rosy lips, although her bulging cheeks and chin gradually disappeared with age, and her facial features became sharper and sharper day by day, and her hands and feet and limbs became slender...... Then, he would also become low-voiced, tall, and grow a beard on his chin - but this did not affect Hopkins' trust and love, and the little sister Sasha was dead before the tooth change, and she was like a seed, she fell into Catherine's child/palace, and she chose the place where she wanted to live and live—a place of safety, happiness, and warmth.

The seed sprouts in the fertile ground, and eventually it becomes a towering tree with dense foliage.

Sasha rose again in his body.

This time, she will live a long time and live well, and she deserves it.

(To be continued)

Some of the psychological arguments and arguments in this chapter refer to Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams.