A string of short, powerful, exclamatory slang almost blurted out.

When Amon looked up, the true creator knew that he had two choices: first, to remind them of their existence, but this would inevitably cause irreparable embarrassment, Amon was fine, but Thoth might be eager to live on another planet from now on; 2. Sink into the shadows, leave silently, and help them to close the door.

After a brief and unobtrusive struggle, He chose the latter, and before the door was completely shut, He saw Amon speak silently, and the phrase "Thank you for understanding" should be discerned from the shape of his mouth.

The red moon shifted some angles in the dark sky, and when the clouds and rain had cleared and everything was silent, Thoth scooped up a handful of hair stuck to his vest, rolled it over in Amun's slightly cool embrace, looked into his obsidian eyes, and said seriously, "Tell Him about this."

He didn't say what "this" was, or who "He" was, but Amon knew it.

A hint of surprise crossed the angel's eyes, and Thoth sighed, "I know He just came."

"The tentacles of information have captured a few traces of depravity, which I am all too familiar with." Thoth smiled wryly, "But by the time I figured out what to do, he was gone."

In the temple with crosses everywhere, when three cigarettes were lit and three cigarettes were extinguished, and the fourth cigarette was about to be lit, the true Creator waited for the person he wanted to see.

Thoth's clothes and hair were neatly groomed, but overdone looked cramped—"He's worried about my blame," the True Creator quickly came to the conclusion, a look that oscillated between "feigned composure" and "apprehension" reminded him of an intern in the lab who had mistaken parameters.

But why didn't I feel uneasy? The True Creator sighed silently and put away the unlit cigarette.

"I thought you two would come together."

Eventually, the older one opened his mouth first, and when he did, he realized that the conversation was not as difficult as he had imagined.

He even made a joke unconsciously, "After all, what did Medici say? The two of you are like conjoined babies, one must see the other within a radius of fifty meters."

Thoth coughed lightly, "I thought you'd want to talk to me alone."

"Indeed." The True Creator asked in a gentle tone, "I'm not questioning, I'm just curious...... How long have you been in this relationship?"

"A little longer than half a century."

The True Creator frowned, but not out of disgust or anger, but out of chagrin.

"Well, it looks like I still don't care enough about you guys to find out for so long."

"No, actually, I didn't want you to know." Thoth hesitated, but finally decided to tell the truth, "because I didn't have much confidence in this relationship at first, and I always felt that 'if it ends soon, then there is no need to let too many people know, so as not to add to the embarrassment'."

"But as time went by, I found that the progress of this relationship was not as negative as I imagined, and I was even a little ......" Thoth blushed, but still said calmly, "I have a little fun in it, and I want to spend this hundred years with Him, the next hundred years, the next hundred years, and the reason why I haven't told you yet is because I'm not sure I'll get your blessing."

At this, Thoth's face showed a little shame.

"Why do you think I won't bless you?"

"After all, that's not what you entrusted Him to me in the first place."

"This development is a bit more than expected." The True Creator chuckled, "But I know He has always been close to you, and since you have good feelings for Him, then I have every reason to bless you sincerely."

"Of course, if—I mean if, I don't mean to curse you, and if you find out one day in the future that it's not right for each other, I'll wish you all happiness together."

"Thank you, Alex."

In a harmonious atmosphere, the True Creator imprinted a blessed kiss on the forehead of the hidden sage.

Requiem Day is just around the corner.

As early as two or three days ago, all kinds of candles appeared in grocery stores, gift shops and night market stalls, some small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, some the size of a thermos bottle that required two hands to hold steadily, some simple and clean white candles, and some colorful carved candles that resemble castles – they are particularly popular because of their intricate and beautiful styles, bright colors, but also extremely complex and expensive.

Once bought, these candles are lit at dusk on Requiem Day, and the larger ones will be lit overnight, while the smaller ones will need to be replaced constantly – in short, it is important to ensure that the two places in front of the house and the windowsill are illuminated, otherwise the deceased loved ones will not be able to find their home.

In a shop that has a history of more than 50 years, famous for its carved candles, a craftsman over half a hundred years old is still hard at work, his wife is in front of the shop, recommending carved candles for all kinds of occasions, through a curtain can faintly hear her whispering conversation with customers, behind the curtain is his workshop, in which ten square pools filled with liquid wax of various colors are placed, under which the fire is constantly heated to prevent it from solidifying, and an apprentice is adding firewood to the stove, An apprentice was dipped a pillar of white, thick wax in various colors of wax, and another was practising carving with great care—and the master was much more skilled than he was.

In just ten seconds, the old craftsman sharpened a circle of petal-like wax petals, and constantly rolled them up to make all kinds of complicated shapes, from the bottom to the top, layer by layer, and for each layer he had to soak that part in cold water, so that it would not be deformed by bumps in the subsequent carving process—but even if the process was so complicated, he still carved a wax pillar into a glittering castle in ten minutes.

On the other hand, the apprentice, because his movements were too slow, the candle under his hand had completely condensed, and the knife could no longer cut it.

It's over, it's over. The junior apprentice wanted to cry without tears, he messed up again, he wasted such a large piece of material, and the master would definitely scold him to death when he saw it!

In the next second, the thought disappeared from his messy mind.

A chuckle caught his attention, and a man he had never seen before, and should never have been, stood in front of him - in order to keep the candle at a point where it could be carved, the stove in the workshop was blazing, and the temperature was rising, and everyone took off their coats and rolled up their sleeves, but this man was dressed in a black robe with a very divine stick flavor and a pointed hat, and the apprentices were so hot for him.

"You seem to be annoyed."

The black-robed man looked thoughtfully at the candle that was about to be completed, but it was completely solidified and could not continue to use the knife.

"That's not nonsense, Master Jade is going to scold me for being slow again." The young apprentice snapped, "But I'm a lot faster than I was a month ago!" Last month I could only carve half of the candle before it set, but this month I can carve two-thirds of it!"

"If I am given another chance, I will definitely do better!"

"Oh, really?"

"Definitely!"

The black-robed man straightened his monocle, "Then let's be true when what you say."

A burst of brilliance faded from the lens, and when the light had dissipated, the apprentice forgot about the adventure, and he went on with his unfinished work, and the rest of the wax column was not as hard as before, and the knife cut through it so smoothly that it seemed as if time had gone back a few minutes—but he was not surprised by the change, for he had forgotten even the previous frustration.

"Amon? Strange, what about people......

After much comparison, Thoth, who had finally picked out the candle, looked left and right, and Amon opened the curtain and came out, stealing the sound of air and footsteps that he had brought with him as he walked, and approached silently like a cat, intending to slap him on the shoulder and startle him—and the moment he stretched out his hand, Thoth turned his head keenly.

"Huh-" Thoth gave a smug look of "I got it", "I knew you wanted to play this game."

"Oops, you found out."

The thief blinked innocently and raised his two hands, which were about to pat the shoulder, in surrender.

Thoth reluctantly said, "Go to the checkout."

A line of squads was filmed at the checkout, and Thoth vaguely felt that one of them was a little familiar.

Amon said in His ear, "That man is from Moon City."

Moon City is one of the most marginal city-states in the Eastern Continent, and Thoth had followed Medici to reward them in the Tertiary Age, and their ancestors had been waiting for a vast gray fog for generations, always keeping an eye out for the anomalies of this gray fog - and from the Creator, Thoth learned that this gray fog should be the seal left by the "Lord of Mysteries", and behind it is the Western Continent, or Asia.

During the preparation of the "Ark Project", several secret prayers crossed most of the Eastern Continent to Moon City and took all the people in the city away, but the gray fog is also noteworthy, so Amun launched a fair and open voting session, and finally twenty lucky Amun settled in Moon City in the friendly farewell of the rest of Amun, and lived a life of pure heart and few desires, or boring to death, and another twenty Amon will take over in a hundred years.

By the way, according to their latest message, there was still no movement in the gray mist.

"They should have a grand memorial service today." Thoth also whispered to Amun, "Let's take a look."

Following the natives of the Moon City, they bypassed three streets, passed two intersections and came to a brand new residential area, and after sending the secret prayers to the forsaken lands to report the population of each city-state, the task of building a residence for them was given by Thoth to obey Solomon's will and move to the northern part of the group, and as a reward, Thoth also gave them several magical items made by his own hands - as the advanced ones of the adjacent route of the "craftsman", Although He can't make magical items too freely, he can use his knowledge to influence some extraordinary properties or spiritual materials.

For example, the perks of the human skin are transformed into a paste of countless human face masks by the "painted skin", the perks of the "witch" are transformed into a ring that can be invisible when worn by the "Lydia's Gagez", and the traits of the "soothsayer" are transformed into a path-finding ball of yarn by the "Theseus Wisdom Labyrinth" - their advantage is that the side effects are very mild, almost none, and the disadvantage is that they are not as stable as magical items in the real sense, and they are easy to change back to their original shape when they are hit by external forces, which is more "delicate".

The canopy of the sky gradually changed from orange to a bright color, and the candles gradually lit up, illuminating the calm and solemn faces of the forsaken remnants, and Thoth saw some familiar faces in them, such as the chief of Silver City, Hawkes Fry, who had been promoted to the "Silver Knight" and had received a hint of divinity that had slowed his aging, and three of the council elders standing beside him had been replaced by young faces, and the leaders of the other city-states stood with them, and Amon whispered to Thoth where they had been born.

Thoth curled the corners of his lips, "You remember quite clearly."

Amon snorted, "Even if my father intended to use his 'fallen' authority to protect his children, but the Godforsaken Land is rampant with monsters and a demon wolf wandering, it is not for my clone to take care of it more - I will remember the faces of these people as I go back and forth."

The crowd gathered more and more, each holding a candle in his hand, like the stars in the sky falling to the ground, they quieted down, and focused their eyes on the respectable ones, and Hawkes Fry, as a representative, walked to a masonry platform, and solemnly spoke—

"We are fortunate to be a generation favored by God, and hereby praise the Lord for His kindness! Praise the glory of the Lord!"

People reverently draw crosses on their chests and recite the name of the true Creator.

"And the reason why we can see the light is because our ancestors never despaired, never gave up, always struggled, and persisted in exploration......

"Those days of perseverance in the dark are hard and desperate, with monsters wandering in the darkness attacking the surviving city-states, filthy food destroying normal bodies, and the loss of companions and loved ones leaving those who survive to feel lonely and hopeless......

Speaking of "companions and relatives", Thoth noticed that some people were silently weeping, and Hawkes Fry's face was in a trance, and Thoth remembered

I thought of the pair of beast bone necklaces that could be put together to form a circle, I thought of the knight who led the evil spirit to storm the Silver City, and I thought of the gauntlet that the knight turned into after his death—so cold, so hard, that no one would have thought that it was once a warm hand.

"Many of you are like me, and like the inhabitants of the Silver City, our parents, brothers, sisters, and children die with neither peace nor peace, but they die in the wilderness, in sickness, in battle......

"Most of us are used to death," Hawkes sighed to himself, "but after witnessing enough of those close to us die, the rest of our lives have become such a torture that I occasionally think about ......

His lips twitched, and he couldn't get the second half of the sentence out of his mind, for it wasn't what a strong, calm chief should say.

He was clearly out of shape, but no one showed a reproachful look, their eyes glistened with tears, and they all understood what the old man was trying to say.

Why am I the one who survived?

Thoth muttered unconsciously.

He remembered something, something he wasn't allowed to care too much about, something that had been deliberately stuffed into the bottom of his brain, and the sound of the messy picture filled his eyes and ears so much that he didn't hear what Hawkes was saying next.

Amon took His hand with a light force, like a feather.

"There's something." After a long silence, He spoke bitterly, "I don't dare to think about it, but I'm afraid I won't want to ...... Will forget. Would you like to make a note for me?"

Amon couldn't hide the surprise on his face, he knew what a great gift it was, even more precious than the legends of the old days—that such a precious thing should be handed over to a born thief and liar?

Thoth looked at him in silence, waiting for an answer, but Amon was inexplicably dizzy.

"I thought you would go to your father, after all, you are from the same era and understand each other better."

"But if I do go to Him, you'll be complaining in your heart that I don't tell you anything."

"Don't call me like a grumpy child."

"Just say if you want to know or not. Yes or no, just point, three, two—"

"I think."

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