After knocking Solomon with some of the results of the research of the relics of the divine war, Thot carried the slip with the royal seal, and returned to his happy hometown with a sense of relief.

The door was hidden, Amon was in the living room, the disguised Southern Continent linen robe was casually draped over the couch, and he himself had changed into a slightly plush black pajamas with two wings sewn on his back—a gift he had given Amon in the twentieth year of "Try It Out."

Thoth walked over lightly, grabbed the two wings and shook them twice, and by the way, he also smelled the fragrant soap fragrance on his body - if I guessed correctly, it should be a new product in collaboration with the Blood Clan this season, with plant essences added, the selling point is "close to nature", and the advertisement is "Let your skin be like a petal, to the realm of blowing and breaking".

By the way, after discovering Lilith's secret, Thoth became interested in getting close to the Bloodline, and the number of Bloods who came to settle in the North in the past decade has increased by 12% compared to the previous decade, and many Bloodline immigrants have achieved success in agriculture, medicine, breeding, cosmetics, luxury goods and other industries.

"Finally willing to come back?"

Amon looked back at Him, a smiling expression on his face, and Thoth caught a glimpse of the wet curls on His forehead.

"If it weren't for the fact that Egret Palace was smashed into that miserable situation, I would have wanted to come back and take a fragrant hot bath." Thoth spread his hands, "But you know it, Solomon's temper ......."

He didn't continue, but with a "you know" expression.

The Egret Palace, also known as the Summer Palace, was the royal family's summer retreat, and Solomon spent about three months of the year there - fortunately, summer had not yet arrived, and the Egret Palace was now deserted, with only a few servants who maintained daily decency, and if the "Ark" fell directly into the banquet hall where the song and dance were leveled, or in the back garden where a tea party was held, or the scene of some red men and green women upside down, that would be the real accident.

Incidentally, while most of the buildings of the nobility and royalty were reinforced with extraordinary strength, the Ark was blessed by the Medici's "steel and iron bones" - that is, it had a wooden shell, but an iron heart, and its excessive speed turned it into an unstoppable nuclear weapon, and when the psychological dynamics of "Maya, this is a big deal" drifted through Thoth's mind, it pierced the dome of a side hall in the Egret Palace, and the sound of bricks and tiles was heard for a while.

Luckily for the misfortune, Ulorius' blessing of good fortune was triggered, and despite the thrilling scene outside, the people inside the cabin twisted their necks at most.

After this little episode, they continued their journey north with the men and the ship, and as soon as they reached their destination, Solomon's urgent message arrived, and Thoth made a trip to the imperial capital.

Saying goodbye to their resentful boss and returning to their happy hometown was certainly reassuring, Ulorius and Arnold automatically took over the resettlement of the remnants of the Eastern Continent, but Thoth felt that he could not really be idle, after all, the original witch appeared a little strangely—not so much that he was just planning to take a stroll at sea on a whim, but that he sensed something.

If we are a little more conspiracy theory, perhaps in the preparation of the Ark Project, there is an eye quietly watching in the shadows—although Thoth is both good at snooping and hiding, and it is difficult for anyone to hide this from him for many years, but there is nothing wrong with being careful.

Amon looked at him as he was lost in thought, and asked, "Are you thinking about the Primordial Witch?"

Tou nodded his head, "It's hard to believe it's a coincidence."

As he spoke, he tugged at his collar, and after receiving Solomon's urgent command, he hurriedly changed out of the southern continent's clothes, and picked out a decent robe to put on. It wasn't until he was on the road that he realized that it was the one he didn't like the most—in order to make the collar stand up, the tailor used a special pulping process, and although it would look tall and upright when put on, Thoth felt that the two pieces of hard cloth were like sandpaper, and the skin around the neck was very uncomfortable.

I really want to change into my pajamas. Thoth thought with some chagrin.

Amon reached out and scooped it up, and the pajamas that Thoth often wore appeared in his hand in the next second, and it was also a little plush, but it was

White.

"Won't you change?"

"Thanks, you're really a roundworm in my stomach."

Thonther happily unbuttoned it.

"Although my body is indeed a worm, can I make a less strange analogy?" Amon gave a look of toothache, "I saw a brown bear by the stream last month, dragging a five-meter-long roundworm behind it, and that scene is truly unforgettable."

"Oh, it seems a little disgusting."

"It shouldn't be your problem." Amon continued, "You've put a voyeur eye around those who know more, and I've had doppelgangers watch over them—none of them are suspicious. Although the possibility of leaking the news through the dream realm is not ruled out, Ya would wander around the dream from time to time, and by the way, he planted some psychological hints related to keeping secrets for them."

"It's really unrealistic to be able to carry the three of us behind our backs at the same time." Thoth dropped his robe on the couch and put his pajamas on his head.

Amon straightened his monocle and continued, "So I'm more inclined to think that something went wrong on Medici's side, and he rushed back to the family headquarters before you came back, and I'm afraid he had some doubts in his heart."

"He also asked me to bring you a message, saying that if there is really a problem within the family, he will definitely give you an explanation."

While Medici uses thunderous means to purge the family and uncover several rebels instigated by witches, the lives of the forsaken remnants in the Northern Continent are also on the right track.

Decades ago, the esoteric people sent by the True Creator described the outside world to them, telling them about the sun and the moon, the forest and the sea, the dawn and dusk, and teaching them the lingua franca of the northern continent, and the more diligent ones even learned the lingua franca of the southern continent, and the diligent and intelligent people also mastered the elvish, dragon and ancient Hermetic languages.

The Secret Prayer also brought with them a number of current dictionaries and illustrated books to help the survivors understand the outside world in a more concrete way, where the slang and colloquialisms were, what birds and beasts looked like, which parts of which plants were edible and which were not, and what people from the outside could do besides fighting...... Although those things were very distant for a long time, they were a rare soludy for those who did not see the light of day, and the days when they could not see the sun were not so difficult.

After leaving the forsaken land, they cherished this hard-won precious gift, although at first there were a few jokes due to different cultural customs, but it can be seen that they are trying to adapt, after putting down their swords, guns and axes, some of them carry logs, some knead flour, some fiddle with cement and bricks, and some pick up chisels and carving knives...... Because of their hard work and humility, many people have been able to earn food and clothing through a skill after months of training, while those children who are too young enter school, systematically learn knowledge and skills, and seriously think about the future direction under the guidance of teachers.

"Winemaker, milkman, cook, pastry chef......

Thoth looked at the statistical table of employment intentions of 7~15-year-old teenagers from God's forsaken land, compiled by believers, and fell into a long contemplation.

Amon leaned over to take a look at it and asked sharply, "Why is it all related to food?"

Thoth nodded in satisfaction, "The people live on food, and—" At this, he sighed, "They used to eat too badly."

"Well, that's what happened."

Amon leaned over to him, accidentally pressing another paper, which he pulled out and looked at.

"It was a joint application from Silver City and several other city-states," Thoth explained, "and next Wednesday is Requiem, and they want to take the opportunity to hold a grand ceremony to honor their ancestors who have not been able to come out of the darkness, to see the sun, or to feel the many beautiful things of the outside world."

One of the biggest ceremonies in the North, Requiem is not as lively as the Winter Festival, but it is absolutely solemn, with people paying their respects to their departed loved ones and relatives, lighting incense made from moon flowers and deep sleeping flowers, and placing candles and lanterns on windowsills and doorways that are kept out all night – believing that the dead will return to earth on this day of the year

This light will light the way home for them.

This tradition is partly occult, as the goddess of the night would indeed grant them a dream of reunion with their relatives and friends, and the black-robed priests would sing hymns of tranquility extolling the goddess's compassion and kindness.

Thoth smiled, "It's this time of year, when Amani is busy."

More than half a century ago, after proposing the idea of "polytheistic worship", Amanisis tentatively sent a group of night believers to the north, and now, the "goddess of the night" has become a commonplace concept in the hearts of the north, along with the "creator", the "hidden sage", the "red angel", and the "angel of destiny".

In addition to a certain amount of public opinion propaganda, compulsory education has also made great contributions.

The material basis for achieving "self-sufficiency and abundant food and clothing" gave the north the confidence to popularize compulsory education free of tuition and miscellaneous fees, and Thoth's long-term nurturing made the locals understand the importance of education - and when this system became a subconscious habit of people, it became easy for parents to send their children into school and let teachers sketch and paint them, and shape the ideology of the collective.

In the imperial capital, if a person spoke in public about the miracles of the goddess of the night, he was most likely accused of being a heretic and burned at the stake; But in the North, if a teacher says to a student, "Students, the focus of our study today is on the miracles performed by the Goddess of the Night," they will just take out a pen and paper and be ready to copy the board book at any time—after all, they have also learned about the Red Angel, the Angel of Destiny, the True Creator, and the Hidden Sage.

At most, learning about the Goddess of the Night means that they have to do one more fill-in-the-blank question about honorific names, a wiring question about authority, and a silent writing question about the main deeds, and that's it.

At least for people who don't plan to enter a certain faction, take a certain potion, and just want to live in peace.

The lessons, books, and quizzes they have taken will help them understand which god to pray to on what occasion, on what holiday, and when they need it – although the concept of "polytheism" is never directly mentioned in the textbook, many people have subconsciously accepted it.

Amon wondered why Medici was illustrated in the book "Introduction to Religion" at first, and it was only later that he slowly figured out what Thoth was doing.

"You brought the she-wolf into this ...... because you trusted her," Amon chose the wording, "is it in this system?"

Thoth rolled up the "Employment Intent Chart" and tapped it lightly on Amun's forehead, "If you call Amani that, he will be very unhappy."

Amon remembered that the worm of time had been kept secret when he was a child, and he couldn't help but pout, "He was originally a wolf."

Thoth insisted, "But He is human at heart."

"Ah, well, I see—" Amon let out his nose, "I don't know if the trust between you old remnants is natural or inexplicable."

"It's not all about trust." Thoth heard what he meant and smiled, "The system of 'polytheistic worship' does bring benefits, but it is also a constraint."

He came to Amun's ear and said in a seductive tone—

"Guess what happens if a participant wants to forcibly break the system and do something that is self-serving?"

"Oh......"

Amon smiled knowingly, and Thoth stepped back slightly, putting a finger to his lips, revealing a deep expression of "can only be understood but not spoken"—he only wanted to show off the mystery in a superficial way, but Amon's overly focused gaze made him a little embarrassed.

"Is there anything on my face?"

He tried to put the hand down that was silencing, but Amun caught him.

"I was just wondering, did anyone say you have beautiful eyes?"

The thief's tone was tingeful, his bony hands slid to his wrists, his thumbs rubbing a small patch of skin suggestively, and they were unconsciously closer.

Night rises, lights

When the candle was lit, Thoth could almost make out the tiny fuzz of the candlelight on Amun's face, and in his dark eyes, two miniatures of himself.

"Yes." He deliberately said, "At those banquets, which were as smelly and long as footwraps, occasionally Madame and Mademoiselle would come and talk to me, saying that my eyes were more beautiful than amethysts without impurities."

"Really?" Amon smiled, "And how did you respond?"

In the warm orange light, their slender fingers danced like a tango dance, and slowly turned into a state of interlocking fingers, and finally one hand pressed the other hand against the carpeted couch, Thoth's long black hair fell down to the floor, and he was dressed in his pajamas like his happy nest, the hem lifted back to reveal his tight lower abdomen - thanks to the hellish workout he received under Medici when he was a "master of prophecy", Thoth's figure was not burly, But it's not skinny, it's kind of bamboo-like symmetry and toughness.

"I said, 'You're the third person to say this tonight.'"

The Hidden Sage rolled his eyes indecently, "God, how did they say such a sensual thing? And can't we find a metaphor other than ore?"

"It's you who are too reserved."

Amon laughed out loud, for buried in Thoth's neck, his voice sounded muffled, and his slightly curly black hair tickled Thoth.

Thoth touched the troublemaker's head with his free hand, and it felt as good as ever, and he felt like he was touching a little lamb.

No, I'm pretty reserved. Thoth thought a little helplessly, after all the years of "giving it a try", it felt like he had done almost everything that should have been done and what he shouldn't have done.

A slight creaking sound came from not far away, perhaps the wind blew the door open, and Amon glanced up as if he felt something, and then stopped.

A tall, shadowy, scarlet-eyed man stood outside the door.

To use exaggerated rhetoric, the expression of the real Creator at this moment is "jaw is about to drop to the ground".

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