Cigarette smoke.

In order to make it look more like a temple than a graveyard adorned with precious stones, the servants had to light stick-shaped incense wrapped in various herbs again and again, but the smell and smell mixed together formed an even more indescribable smell, and it was difficult to be in it without being a native.

In the face of the Emperor of the Golden Throne, Helabegon maintained a faint smile - something that his two sworn enemies could not do, if it was Leodro, he would have been eager to blow the wind and blow away the stench and the aroma together, if it was Osecus...... He simply can't tolerate being looked down upon.

They are clinging to superficial glory and never bow their heads, so they must not be able to do something. Herabergen thought to himself, just as they could only watch as the true Creator came to their senses and abandoned the survivors of the God's forsaken land as a messian, and in the praise of the believers, they gradually overlapped with the figure of the "ancient sun god", and were overshadowed by the fear that they would eventually pay for their betrayal, but they could only stare dryly.

"The dragon of wisdom, the dragon of betrayal." Sallinger said in a haughty and sarcastic tone, "Why have you come to see me?"

"I'm just impressed by the vastness of your territory, Your Majesty." There was no look of exasperation on Herabergen's face, and even the Facelings were amazed when they saw it, "Whether it's the abundant primeval forests, the scenic Star Plateau, or the endless plains of harvest and the Hagati steppe...... The entire Southern Continent is under your feet."

The word "whole" reminded the Emperor of the Immortal of a small area of seaside land shrouded in the shadow of Solomon's order, the displeasure of the gods caused the temperature around him to drop a little, the lights flickered for a moment, and Azk Eggers, who was standing beside him, lowered his eyebrows, and drew a prayer gesture on his chest, twelve points of piety.

"You don't need to repeat to me all the flattery you said to your old master."

The undead behind the throne let out a cold hiss, and Salinger tapped the armrest of the throne with two knuckles, "What do you want and why I give it to you."

"The uniqueness of the Perfectionist is in your hands, isn't it?"

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The marvelous object of large and small gears with a restrained brassy sheen floats above the palm of the Hidden Sage. The gods who protected the Realm of Wind and Snow looked at his people, their expressions of not sorrow or joy as if the ice and snow were melting.

The Angel of Time came up from behind and stole a snowflake that had fallen on the tip of the sage's hair.

Amon said, "No wonder Lilith is so generous to invite you with a copy of the 'Enlightener of Civilization', it turns out that she wants to reclaim the characteristics of the 'God of Beauty' while eliminating the hidden dangers of pollution."

"Sequence 1 for Sequence 1, that's fair."

Thoth retracted this trait in his sleeve, thinking that he would let it go to the Minoan Palace to be with another "Enlightener of Civilization" later.

In the dead Prince Condé, they found a "god of beauty" trait and a few auxiliary materials corresponding to it - for the blood clan, this should have meant an extra opportunity to cultivate a high-ranking person, but due to the involvement with the existence on the moon, this trait has become something like Pandora's box, although tempting, but the danger is hidden, but how to deal with it is not something that Thoth and them can meddle in.

They now stood on the terrace of the "Black Mandal Fort" that Solomon had given as a gift, and the behemoth was circling the North in a leisurely manner - Amun's idea came from the fairy tales that Thoth told him in the glory days, about the maiden who offended the witch, the flames that eat eggshells, the blonde magician, and the castle that flies in the sky—except that Howl's mobile castle needs a lot of thundering contraptions to power it, and the thieves just need to cheat the poor laws of physics, It can make this masonry structure float up like a hydrogen balloon, or land lightly like a feather.

"Did I tell you about that," Thoth's eyebrows narrowed, "Antigonus recently accommodated the Fool's Uniqueness, and almost swallowed Zarathu."

At a summary meeting held at the top of the empire after the war, it was at this meeting that Thoth learned of this important piece of information.

"You said so." Amon added, "And the reason why Antigonus didn't do it was because the night intervened."

There are three ways to accommodate "uniqueness": one is to be born with it, which is the case of Amon and Adam; The second is to activate the "uniqueness" to a certain extent, and then forcibly enter the body, rely on the power of the old days to suppress it, and spend a lot of time to get used to it, which is the case of Medici; The third is to reconcile "uniqueness" into an incomplete potion, and consume it with a simplified version of the godhood ritual - which is also the only possible situation at the moment.

"At the end of the deal, Lilith gave me the news that a simplified version of Antigonus' ritual had been brokered by Herabergen." Thoth sighed, "Compared to the other two guys who were dragging to death, the old dragon was silent—but it wasn't a lot of stuff behind the scenes."

The original witch became a god and Herabergen also contributed in secret, and the weak witch back then was a big problem for Medici for a long time.

The "White Tower" path represents the "omniscience" of "omniscience", and when you reach the stage of "polymath", you can reproduce the extraordinary skills of other ways through analysis and learning, and when you reach the stage of "arcane master", you can use spells creatively - in other words, a person with enough knowledge to do it can perform no less than a "shepherd" who herds many souls.

In addition, the "precision" brought by the computing power of the "White Tower" should not be underestimated, and Thoth can be said to be deeply touched by this: when Alex was still an omniscient and all-powerful being, he could help him build a body that matched the information state and had complex physiological functions like ordinary people, but as the true creator, even if he could build some animal shapes out of flesh and blood, they would not fail or mutate from time to time - he was like an architect who had lost his plumb and spirit level, even if he could build a tall building with experience and feel, But all kinds of small deviations can accumulate into big fallacies that are difficult to ignore, and finally collapse with a bang.

It's not clear exactly how Herabergen did it, but Thoth wasn't too surprised to know that he did it.

"Although Helabergen tried to delay his father's return to the old throne by provoking a dispute over convergence, if it was a secret three-way approach, it would not be possible to fight for a while." Amon caught the hint of worry in Thoth's eyes and patted the back of his hand gently, "More feared than the top of the adjacent path, the Lord of Mystery who knows no depths—I think Antigonus and Abraham thought the same way."

"That's why Abraham has all the attributes but is not yet a god – he's waiting for a safer time." Amon added, "We're all waiting."

"You...... Can you hear His voice as He dies without stiffening?" Thoth, faintly perceiving another meaning of these words, asked tentatively.

"From an occult point of view, I do have a much deeper connection to 'That' than Antigonus and Abraham, but my father has also influenced me over the years to become an individual – so don't worry."

"I think you're the one who should be more worried." Shi Angel straightened his monocle and said something seemingly unrelated, "Recently, there have been many more large-scale mausoleums in Byron."

"Trying to please the superior with magnificent buildings is what Stiano does best." Thoth didn't look surprised, and smiled lightly, "It's just that it used to be built up, but now it's digging down...... It's like a rat that can't see the light."

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"Do you remember the days when the sun god ruled the world?"

"His radiance is so blazing, so haughty, that it has no room for any other being, and to Him all who are not born from men, and who refuse to swear allegiance to Him, are aliens, and may be exterminated. Your altar is rubbed in ruins, and your followers are left to live without proclaiming your name, much less pleasing you with spices and dependence, and who remembers that you are the destination of death?"

"And the Solomon he has nurtured is as ambitious as he is, and the northern continent has long been unable to satisfy the ambition of the Black Emperor, and his eyes are still looking at the southern continent, eager to bring this land with many precious stones, spices,

The fertile soil for exotic beasts is in your pocket......

"Now that the true Creator has regained his senses, and the remnants of God's forsaken land have been taken under His command, praising His mercy and praising His deeds, the Dusk Hermit will arrange this migration in silence...... Yes, the Fantasy Angel and the Angel of Time, who once hated Him, also sided with Him. His power grows stronger each day than the day before, and this power will undoubtedly fuel Solomon's ambitions to usurp the southern continent......

"If we can't form a joint force, the "glorious age" of Him will come when He will have the anchor and the fertile ground alone! This is indeed "bright" enough for Him, but it also means that we will live like rats without seeing the light......

"We need to dismantle Him and break His supporters one by one......

The god of knowledge and wisdom speaks in the thick sticky incense.

"But even if the future you say will become a reality, the gift I give should be reciprocated with weight." The Immortal Emperor said coldly, "After all, it symbolizes the 'One True God', not a piece of bone that can be picked up everywhere on the roadside."

"So we can negotiate in more detail in the palace in the Amanda Mountains." "The primordial witch who has been stolen from her power is no longer worthy to sit at the same table as us, and we need a stronger ally."

So after a long period of bargaining and bargaining, the Grim Reaper and the Sun, two arrogant gods, finally came to an agreement - Stiano was able to obtain oneness without changing his faith, but in return, he needed to build twelve special tombs for the Emperor of Hades, and during Stiano's stay in the Southern Continent, the son of the Emperor of Hades, the "Archon of Death" Aziq Eggers, had to be taken under the command of the Eternal Sun as a hostage.

The Emperor attached a condition that, upon completion, Stiano would take away all of Stiano's memories of the twelve tombs with an extraordinary object.

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"Honestly, if it weren't for my doppelganger who was in the spice business in the Southern Continent to see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that narcissist would give his dependents to someone else to be a plasterer."

Amon made a strange gesture, "It's more incredible than Urorius would scold people."

"Death and light, cold and heat, they can talk face to face, and there must be a guy with an old face in the middle and the mud - you know who I'm talking about." Thoth paused, then sighed, "Also, don't change the serpent's white paint to ink just because he won't scold you and won't sue your father, people don't have any hobbies other than painting."

"Okay, okay, I won't toss him next time." In that case, it's time to change to an unlucky ghost next time.

"Dear masters." The monocle-clad servant came to the terrace, "Don't forget that tomorrow is the founding day of the nation—the first founding day after the war of the gods is very significant, and even my father, who has been hidden in the shadows for a long time, will walk under the lanterns for a long time, so you better choose a proper dress."

"That's just as well."

While responding to this, Thoth quickly clicked on the products he planned to promote in his heart - during the period when the real creator initially regained consciousness and raised the "Ark Project", he opened up various ideas for making money, one of which was to take the opportunity of contracting large-scale banquet and entertainment projects to sell cultural and creative products related to it, and the vassal and elegant nobles were just like this.

The Black Mantra Castle fell back into the red pine forest, and the owner of the castle moved from the terrace to the cloakroom, where several men and maids with monocles on their faces brought out a hat, a shirt, a scarf, and a trinket. Although it is not as good as the cloakroom, which has to be ranked one, two, three, four, or five, and all the costumes can be stacked up to three people tall, but it is enough to be called dazzling.

"Anyway, aren't you worried?"

Amon raised his chin slightly, and asked a maid clone to take care of the scarf for himself, "If only the uniqueness of the 'perfect' is really in the Grim Reaper......

"When I can't find it, I'm ready for it to fall into the hands of those in high positions, including those three traitors." Thoth said lightly, "And it's one thing to be unique, it's another thing to be able to accommodate it, and whether you can become a god...... Huh."

This "huh" is somehow worth ten of Medici's taunts.

"If only you really thought so."

"What do you mean?" "Has anyone ever said that you often give people the impression of being overly worried?"

"You say I look like a worried old woman......

Changing and taking off clothes in casual conversations - this is mainly for Thoth, Amon has already changed into a blue and purple dress, and the doppelgangers decide to "practice the truth" because of their disagreement over which dress is best for Thoth - Thoth feels like he has become the protagonist of a dress-up game, with all kinds of robes, capes, shirts, and headbands taking turns, and every time he looks helpless and wants to say, "I think this is good", the main body will fan the flames"I think this is a good fit for you", and the clones took the trouble to study the other parts that went along with it...... And another quarter of an hour passed.

During this time, the true Creator came to visit the door, and he ignored Thoth's look of light and the hint of "help me", and then he picked up another garment, and said in a kind and kind tone, "Meng, this dress is a perfect match for you, put it on and let me see it—you can always trust the aesthetics of the Eastern Slavs."

Thoth was speechless, he doubted...... No, he was sure that the father and son had colluded in advance.

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"What you're doing today."

This is what many people said to Thoth tonight - closer to a sincere emotion than a compliment in the social arena, after all, he had no pursuit of fashion before, and almost wore several sets of robes in turns, barely enough to reach the threshold of "decency" by reaching "neatness".

After a long time, people can almost remember which colors and patterns there are, so much so that when a new style appears, they can't help but marvel a little.

He wore a black velvet robe for a few days, which smelled of water in the shimmering candlelight, with dark lines in the shape of feathers looming on it, and silver threads embroidered on the neckline, chest, and cuffs of strings of honeysuckle, and a silver crown of birds and thorns on his head—the whole look gorgeous but not extravagant, mysterious but not treacherous.

Bethel Abraham was the thirteenth man to say so. After saying "Thank you, you're still looking good" twelve times, Thoth got tired of it and decided to change to a new line.

"Really? It's not in vain that I've been tossed for more than two hours today."

The culprit who tossed him was exchanging taunts with Medici not far away, and Ulorius, who had restarted and had grown into a teenager, stood to the side in a daze, drinking slowly with a glass of fruit wine in his hand, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes—perhaps he had not yet recovered from the bad experience of white paint being replaced with ink.

"The person who chooses your clothes knows how to discover your beauty." Bethel responded to the passive tone of the sentence with a subtle smile, "And you are willing to be tossed for a long time, thinking that it is either because of tolerance or anticipation."

Thoth blinked his eyes a little embarrassedly, he was right--the feeling of being dressed up is very fresh, listening to Amun's arguments about how to match better, he can't help but wonder what he will be tossed into, but fortunately the result is not bad - just like the sentence said, "You can always believe in Maozi's aesthetics", Maozi's son should also be Maozi, probably.

When the full moon hung high tonight, and a jewel gleamed on the asymmetrical collar of Duke Abraham, Thoth was briefly drawn to his gaze, and when he looked away, the conversation naturally began: "I have made an ornament out of the stone you have given you."

It was a small piece of black stone - it looked black at first glance, but glowed with a colorful glow in the moonlight.

"It's just what you like."

"It's better that you're being too polite. Closing a door is a gesture for me, and I don't have to send someone to give me a thank-you gift—and you and Amon can handle it without me."

Thoth smiled faintly, "That being said, you've ended this matter more neatly."

Abraham

The Duke did not buy his account, but said in a somewhat disappointing tone, "How long have we known each other? Two hundred years, right? Why bother with these teeth-inducing rituals?"

Before Thoth could say anything, Bethel added, "You may not realize it yourself, and when you deliberately keep your distance from someone, you use honorifics, 'you,' 'Your Highness,' 'Your Excellency,' or something—oh, and I am afraid I have to thank you for not putting behind that long list of dizzying names, respectful, knowledgeable, and powerful hidden sages."

The mockery in His tone was overflowing, more provocateur than a provocateur.

"Bethel," Thoth finally disarmed and surrendered in a stagnant atmosphere, "speak well, don't be yin and yang."

When He called him by name, a smile finally appeared on Duke Abraham's old face.