"Great Hidden Sage, I beg you to bring back the news of my husband, who has been at sea for more than a month......"

"O Lord of Mysteries, the embodiment of spiritual numbers and knowledge, the Great Hidden Sage, grant this spell power, and I will please you with herbs and incense......"

"Sage, please allow me to submit a dossier on the use of forbidden drugs for profit......"

"Sage, please bless me for passing this exam! You're going to pass, right?! You know, I've been reviewing for three all-nighters! ”

Countless points of light representing prayers flickered in front of Thoth, and it was dizzying to look at it for a long time, but as the saying goes, "If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight", and after receiving the reverence and sacrifice of believers, it is necessary to endure the torture of busyness - not to mention that after being flashed for so many years, his eyes have already developed resistance.

"It's a fisherman...... Let Bluebird bring her husband's stuff with her. ”

"School children...... Well, this ceremony is okay, accurate. ”

"Hmph, you poison my followers in my noses? See how I clean you up. ”

"What's the use of asking me for exams?! And get out to bed! ”

After dealing with this wave of affairs, Thoth finally had the leisure to pour himself a cup of tea, he had always disliked tasteless water, smelled the sweet fragrance of roses under the washing of hot water, and felt that humanity had risen a little.

But for some reason, today's tea seemed to be less refreshing, and Thoth stared at the white mist of water for a long time, and finally stood up with a mirror buckled on the table.

"The great god of war, the symbol of iron and blood, the lord of turmoil and strife...... I am the Hidden Sage, and I request your response. ”

As the words fell, the water rippled and hummed like a bell, and Medici's face appeared in the mirror, presumably in his mansion, and Thoth saw a wolf's head on the wall behind him, and his fur was a rare reddish-brown color—the spoils of one of his descendants' spring hunts.

"Big Eyes, what's the matter?"

"How is He now?"

"Tsk, how long has it been since the little crow flew away from you before you started to worry?"

Medici smiled and said meaningfully, "None of the scripts that Zarathu arranged for the puppets dared to write like this." ”

"Less nonsense." Thoth's face darkened, "Connect to his side of vision to see what the hell is going on, now, now, now." ”

Medici's willingness to establish an overall relationship with Amon is partly to assist and share the mental damage caused by Amon's extreme emotions, and partly to monitor and ensure that Amon is not doing small things like stealing authority.

"You look like an old hen that lays eggs and has been taken away."

Medici muttered, and then pulled out a forehead ornament with an eye that Thoth had plucked out of his mythical creature, which he wore on his head so that Thoth could share his vision.

The red angel's vision stretched all the way to the dream of the hanged man, and a sea of blood came into view.

Suddenly, a beastly roar resounded through the sky, and a blood-colored storm was set off, and several crows rushed into the sky, they were so light and light that they didn't even get a single feather wet, and on closer inspection, they had some glittering particles in their beaks—old memories of the Creator that were too old to be traced.

It's so dangerous. Thoth breathed a sigh of relief.

"See, the little crows are very clever and immortal." Medici said coolly.

"What's the hurry, I haven't seen Him yet."

After changing angles, Thoth finally found the figure of a white crow, which landed as lightly as a feather on the crest of the waves, and became an angel of time dressed as a wizard, holding a fragment of memory in his hand.

"Let me see...... What is this memory about? ”

"Well, I definitely don't mean to disrespect my father's privacy, absolutely not, I'm just checking to see if there's a problem."

What would a world look like without the extraordinary?

This is an unimaginable problem for the Angel of Time, who was born as a mythical creature, and the process of helping the true Creator recover his old memories is also a process of searching for answers—time-consuming and laborious, but the result is fascinating.

In those days, night was not a den of fear for wild beasts and evil spirits, but another brilliant day, with colorful lights gradually turning on, some changing into various characters, some twinkling like stars, others blooming like flowers, and even Solomon's palace was ashamed of itself.

In that era, from city to city, country to country never needed to trek through mountains and rivers, the steel insects on the ground and the steel giant birds in the sky could accommodate hundreds of people at a time, and the speed of the long insects crawling was so fast that the houses on both sides were pasted into faint color blocks, and the iron birds flew so high that even ordinary people who could not ride the wind could enjoy the feeling of standing high in the clouds.

In those days, a man without a title could eat fine food, receive a good and well-rounded education, wear colorful clothes, and wear jewels and pearls, as long as his income did not come from theft and robbery - yes, even if there were hierarchies in that era, it was by no means as strict as the Solomonic Empire, which Amon found most incredible.

This is what my father's homeland looks like, and what should Thoth's kingdom look like?

Will there be such brilliant lights at night? Do people travel on huge objects made of steel? Does it snow a lot? Are there also churches as colorful as candy? What color is the hair of people where? What is the color of the skin?

Speaking of appearances—He also glimpsed in these fragments what his father had looked like, when he, no, he must have been looking in the mirror, for his father had been a little boy with a snotty nose and a red nose, and his mother had been wrapped in a brown bear; He was a quiet and docile young man with thick glasses; He used to be a middle-aged man with greasy hair and black eyes.

Angel watched him play with other children in the snow, rolling the snowball as high as he was; Watching him listen to the teacher preach about those passionate years with fascination, his eyes shone with longing; Watching him put away the same things his father used in the middle of the night, and smoking cigarettes one after another in the second half of the night, his eyes were bloodshot by the dawn.

He was a man.

He knew this more clearly than ever.

One can laugh wantonly, can cry loudly, or scold for a little thing...... Person.

The sound of birds flapping their wings interrupted Amun's thoughts, and the clones handed him the sand of memories they had found, and flew to the scarlet sea again.

Amun's ability to single out a hapless "mad mage" from countless collections appropriately "amplifies" the mutual attraction of these memory gravels - so that "youth" and "youth" come together, "youth" and "juvenile" come together, "childhood" and "childhood" come together, like alien magnets attract each other, similar solvents merge with each other.

The fragmented sounds, images, smells, and touches were recombined, and new fragments of memory were born, and He inquisitively triggered them.

What period of father will you see this time?

A shrill sound sounded the prelude to the memory, and then countless people in white uniforms appeared, they looked at each other, panic spread in the noise, Amon saw through his father's eyes many pipes and instruments, and red flashing lights, like malicious eyes.

Some let out broken sobs, some cursed angrily, some paced anxiously and began to feel for the cigarette cases in their pockets, and my father was the calmest of them all, and then as if he had found something, he walked towards the depths of the building.

The hallway was pale and secluded, like a monster's esophagus, and he called out tentatively, Amon recognizing that it was a man's name.

After receiving no response, his father's steps became rapid and gradually turned into a trot, and Amon could almost hear his beating like a drum, and he sat on the elevator, and after descending an unknown number of meters, the metal door opened in front of him.

He saw the man he was looking for, a man in the same white uniform standing in front of the railing, looking down with a look of obsession.

Below was a deep pit, a pit of black liquid.

The father seemed to have a premonition, and he ran over to drag the man back to safety, but it was too late, and the man tumbled off the railing and threw himself into the black liquid, and the mud cow was silent as if it were in the sea, without the slightest wave.

"That's ...... Sea of Chaos?! ”

Before Amon could think about it, the sea of blood shook, and the tide struck him like the tentacles of the North Sea Monster!

"Little crow, come back to your senses!"

Medici's voice pulled him away from his father's memories, and the butterflies enveloped him and carried him out of his dreams.

"Really...... It's too messy. ”

"Lemon slices, calendula, chamomile, which one do you want?"

"Chamomile."

The small, sun-dried white flowers stretch their limbs under the brewing of boiling water, giving off a light fragrant fragrance that dilutes the smell of blood that surrounds the tip of Amon's nose, and although excitement and adventure are an integral part of life, this feeling of bland tranquility is also good.

With his back to Him, Thoth rummaged through the cupboards, eventually bringing out a plate of almond biscuits and a small jar of candied plums—he had always liked to have something to eat by his side since the last era.

"What are you laughing at?"

"My father has a squirrel in his memory." Amon picked up an almond cookie and "would knock on his father's window with a pine cone, and he would give it a cookie." ”

"It's pretty polite."

Thoth finally smiled, and he poured himself a cup of tea, and the blood returned to his face.

"You and your father are really excessive." Amon deliberately kept a straight face, "Obviously, there are so many interesting things in your time, but you never say it. ”

"That's to leave a little surprise for you today."

"Hmph, actually, you're just annoying."

Thoth sighed and did not deny it, which undoubtedly gave Amon a chance to move forward.

"It's not too late for me to forgive you, tell me what you were like before, and I'll forgive you......"

"Honorable Hidden Sage, your disciple Arnold requests an audience."

A respectful voice unfortunately, interrupted Amun's excuse. After receiving permission, a honey-skinned, reddish-brown-haired angel entered, looked at Amon in amazement, and then buried his head lower.

"What's the matter? My Dependent. ”

"I have important things for you."

Arnold held up a black envelope, the red moon wax seal on it was particularly eye-catching.