"Big Eyes, what's the matter with you looking for me in a hurry?"

Upon entering the hall, Medici pouted in displeasure, and a dark figure sat cross-legged on the couch, wiping the monocle that had changed the color of Jacob and Zoroaster with a soft cloth.

"Why are you too?"

"Long time no see, Medici." Amon clipped his monocle back into his eye socket, "Although I don't want to see you at all, at Thoth's urging, I feel compelled to tell you something interesting. ”

"Huh?"

Medici looked at Thoth, who was sitting beside him, and next to him sat a wandering Ulorius.

"I entered the dream of the hanged man."

As soon as these words were spoken, the temperature in the room instantly rose by a few degrees, Medici's eyes became dangerous, and Urorius's pupils shrank into a thread—"Thou shalt not spy on God" was the creed of every pious person, and this phrase sounded tantamount to provocation to them.

Thoth reminded at the right time: "I hope you will delay this fight for a few minutes for my sake, at least go outside - Medici, don't burn my couch." ”

Medici sneered, "It's so rare that you can sit still after hearing that He is so disrespectful to the Lord, and you really raised Him as a son?" Or is it that His cozy feedback has deceived you? ”

"Listen to what he has to say."

Thoth tipped his teacup and looked at Medici without hesitation, "Or are you afraid that what he says next will shake your piety?" ”

"Okay, you've even learned how to agitate the generals."

There seemed to be sparks flying from the two mythical creatures' gaze, and finally Medici made the first move, resting his foot on the coffee table and saying condescendingly, "Since you are so insistent, then I will reluctantly listen to what the little crow has to say—though I can't promise that he won't be roasted in a few minutes." ”

Thoth turned to Amon: "You can begin." ”

"First of all, there is a sea of blood in the dreams of the Hanged Man, which rises from time to time, trying to envelop all the beings that come near him—it is the embodiment of His extreme emotions, and in the sea of blood there are some luminous fragments, like a jolting boat—that is His memory, and the older it gets, the more broken the memory becomes."

Seeing that Medici and Ulorius were serious, Amon deliberately sold a pass: "What do you think this means?" Ah, I almost forgot that a believer can't talk about the gods. ”

Sensing that the temperature was rising a little again, Thoth quickly diverted the attention of the Red Silver Angel.

If what you say is true, then what He knows about Himself ...... I'm afraid something went wrong. ”

There were two main reasons why he had not dared to tell Medici and Ulorius about this discovery.

The first is that the act of repeatedly going in and out of the dreams of the hanged man is blasphemous to Medici and Ulorius, who, though deceitful, lacks calm and fanaticism in matters involving the true Creator—if there is no sufficient evidence that he has no evil intentions, Medici puts coals on his face lightly.

It is precisely because he never understood religion and belief that Thoth was always cautious in this regard.

The second reason is that he has ideas but no practical solutions, and anyone who knows this kind of thing will feel hopeless—let alone see faith as the red and silver angel of life? Thoth was afraid that they would do something irrational to the extreme, and he couldn't stop it.

But in Amon's opinion, I probably don't have the reason to go anywhere, right? Thoth thought self-deprecatingly.

"I'll do that."

Upon learning of His concerns, Amon lightly offered a solution.

"Alright, wipe away the tears, and let's think about it—how can we make this seem like a prank on my own?"

Click, the memories end.

"According to you, are so many of the Lord's believers dead? Is my whole family dead? Medici's eyes flashed with long-lost anger, "They sang the name of the Lord and the merits of the Lord every day under the urging of me and the Great Serpent—and now you tell me that there is something wrong with the Lord's self-knowledge?" ”

"Can you be a little smarter in your confessions?" Medici scoffed, "I'm ashamed of you, the hidden sage who holds the ancient mysteries. ”

Although he was punctured, Thoth did not panic in the slightest—he wondered how he could be so calm.

"You reminded me."

"Huh?"

"Praise His name, praise His merits,......" Thoth calmly analyzed, "Yes, there is no problem in this regard, but what if the identity of the 'Creator' does not touch His origin?" ”

Ulorius's eyes lit up, as if he had found a lighthouse in the fog of fate, and Medici frowned, "What crazy are you talking about?" If the identity of the Lord is not the Creator, what else can it be? ”

"Before 'he' became 'him.'"

"'He'? You mean......"

Medici's face was blank for a moment, an expression that was not appropriate for a conspirator. But as a believer, he could hardly imagine a time when a god was still a human being—in the believer's subconscious, the god was supposed to be born great, but he never realized that even God had a day when he opened his eyes to the world and a time when he was babbling.

Although the Lord mentioned his hometown in the snowy field, he subconsciously thought that it was a god-state, but he did not expect that the Lord remembered it from a human perspective.

"You and the Lord should come from the same time." Ulorius finally said the first words, "Fate tells me that your source is just as ancient. ”

"But I was born in a different country from Him, and we didn't know Him before the epoch." Thoth answered the rehearsal question without changing his face, "I only learned about His past in conversation—the life of a human being, though only a few decades, can not be summed up in a few words. ”

Amon interjected leisurely, "Of all the fragments of memory, some are almost as small as gravel, and contain some images that I can't understand—presumably about the civilization where my father was born." ”

Thoth took the opportunity to suggest: "If that part of the memory is repaired, perhaps it will improve his self-knowledge and thus his mental state......

"Wait!" Medici came back to his senses and asked, "Then I can't understand even more, although the Lord was born as a human being, how long is His life as a human being?" How long is life as God? If the human life span of your time was comparable to that of today—" Seeing Thoth nodded, he continued, "I'm afraid the former doesn't even have a tenth of the latter?!" In that case......"

"Why do you think...... The key to the solution lies in the Lord's time as a human being? ”

Perhaps aware of the blasphemy of the words, Medici's face turned pale as he uttered the words in one breath, but his eyes remained fixed on Thoth.

The room suddenly became so quiet that it seemed like even breathing was a disturbance.

Though he had always hated Medici, Amon thanked Him for this moment—for asking the question he didn't dare to ask, for fear of exposing his ignorance.

How Would You Answer? The angel quietly looked at the hidden sage.

"Then Medici, why do you believe in Him?"

Answering questions with questions is often seen as a means of circumventing the edge in debates, but Medici is stunned, as if he has been struck in the depths of his soul.

Is it because He has the supreme power?

But the Creator is less than half as powerful today as it was at its peak.

Is it because He holds the mystery of God's ways?

The potion recipe for the Red Priesthood path has long been in the hands of the Medici family.

In an instant, thousands of memories came flooding back.

He remembered that Jesus walked through the charred ruins and stretched out his hand to his bloodied self, and he remembered that the goose feathers and snow fell and buried His and the Lord's footprints.

He remembered the villages threatened by the fangs and claws of the wolf, the child's young cheeks and numb eyes, and the Lord crouched down and shoved a tiny round of the sun into the little pale hand, and the child's skin turned bloody, and his eyes welled up with warmth.

He remembered that Jesus was looking at the demon who was scorched by the flames of the sun, and the cold in his eyes was like a glacier, and a little black blood splashed on the Lord's jaw, and He tore off a corner of his clothes and asked the Lord to wipe away the dirt.

The red angel remembered the path he had followed the Creator, and remembered that he had proclaimed his ideals in the wasteland where the city-state had not yet been built, when the Creator had not yet gathered all his authority.

"The world should not be so chaotic, and human beings should not live so undignified, I want to force the strong to restrain their minions, I want to let the weak live and work in peace, I want to bring order and freedom, so that light and prosperity will always exist."

"Medici, would you like to help me?"

Dignity, freedom, order, how fresh and absurd words were in that time of blood and chaos, and when they came out of the man's mouth there was an irresistible force, as if they were the decree of the law.

"I do!"

The Red Angel made a vow of life firmly.

Oh, yes! He is not succumbed to authority, which can change hands at any time, but he is attracted by the unique ambition, by the kindness that never sparess, by the courage to dare to be the enemy of the times!

"Looks like you already have the answer."

Thoth held out his finger and tapped his temple.

"It did not bring us strength and authority, but it shaped our minds and visions, taught us good and evil, noble and despicable, self-discipline and depravity, order and chaos, freedom and shackles—and it is this invisible that shapes the Him you see."

"Medici, our time as human beings is short, but its length cannot measure its value."

After a long silence, Medici let out a breath.

"So, what are you going to do?"

When there is only one person doing something, the hope will seem very slim, and if the thing is done by a group of people, the hope will be relatively large.

And "Amun" is such a considerable group.

"So, leave the matter of collecting the memory fragments of the hanged man to 'us'." Amon said in a relaxed tone, "I don't have as many things to deal with as you, so I'm the right person to do this. ”

Thoth sighed tiredly, "Can you stop talking like you're going to the beach to pick up shells?" ”

"It's that you're too nervous. Didn't I just borrow ten years of good fortune from Ulorius? Moreover, Medici has established a whole connection with 'us', and He and His descendants will share the extreme emotions of the True Creator with me, and minimize mental stress as much as possible. ”

"Is there anything else I can do to help? If you need it, you can get a few 'mystical reappearances' from me, but remember to do so when you run out. ”

"There's no need, give me a blessing."

"That's it?" Thoth exclaimed, "You're not going to stab me?" ”

The corners of Amon's mouth twitched slightly: "What kind of image am I in your heart......"

"Joke-loving." Thoth smiled slightly, "Then ...... I wish you and I will see you soon. ”