Ademisor sighed lightly, his face naturally showed a trace of confusion, and he secretly gritted his teeth and lied: "What are you talking about? Who are you? I don't know. ”

"I'm the 'winner,' you should know about it, I was instructed by inspiration to write that line at the bottom of the letter."

After a pause, he continued: "Even the fact that I want you to write a letter seeking cooperation is guided by inspiration. ”

Huang Beibei was silent when she heard this answer...

After about a few dozen seconds, the other party's soft but emotionless voice sounded again: "You are very special, you can indeed be guided so precisely. She gave a degree of confidence to Ademisor's answer.

Ademisore saw an eye open behind her, looking up and down at her with an inky black glow.

Huang Beibei walked all the way to Ademisor and looked him in the eyes: "Why don't you use your original face?" ”

Ademisor frowned and replied in a calm tone, "This is my private matter. ”

Huang Beibei nodded and raised her hand.

A bright starlight condensed in mid-air, forming two Chinese characters: hometown.

"I want to know what these two symbols mean?"

Really... Ademisor, who had the memory of the original book, knew that the Emperor had taught Bernadette these two Chinese characters as special symbols, telling her that they were a talisman spell given to her by her father to remember forever.

He sighed silently, "Together, they mean home, the home of the heart and spirit." ”

Hometown... Bernadette was slightly stunned, and the memories in her mind flooded back.

As a child, Bernadette always felt that she had a childish father, young as a big brother, who walked briskly, like a gust of wind.

"Dad, I can't keep up with you." She would whisper after her every time in embarrassment, and her father would not slow down.

He would turn around and pick Bernadette up, in an unfamiliar and weird position, always hitting her bones.

Whenever this happens, she always gently hammers her father's shoulder to make him change his movements.

Bernadette would always tell her father that I wanted you to go slowly, and her father would pinch the two delicate whiskers on the side of his mouth, and replied in a nonsensical manner: "Then it is better for me to pick up my little princess, doesn't Bernadette like me to hug you?" Think it's not good to be carried around? I'm so sad..."

"I'm a big kid." Bernadette always responds with a puff, but eventually quiets down in her father's arms.

My father was a busy man, he always had endless things to do, endless books to read, and social balls where music never stopped, from early morning to midnight.

But the exhaustion caused by these things, my father never showed it in front of her, he always smiled.

"I brought you a gift." From the time Bernadette was very young, her father often said this to her.

Father's gifts are always ingenious, varied, and unique.

Bernadette has the world's most exotic toys, storybooks that can't be found outside, and rare treasures collected from all over the world, and Russell has gone out of her way to surprise her. Whenever she whispered cheers, he laughed from the sidelines.

Even now, after all that she has experienced, Bernadette can no longer look at her father with the same pure emotions as when she was a child, but she can still remember his father's expression at that time.

He was like a magician in the clouds, using his hands to fulfill all the wishes of the young hers.

Memories of childhood rush by.

When Bernadette grew up, she forced herself to turn a blind eye to her father's absurdity.

She recognized what a merry man her father was, too busy to rest and eat, but had time to have trysts with the ladies.

He was not a good husband, and his mistress was able to fill the land and water routes from Intis to Rune.

Although he comforted his mother when he cried, he always humbly admitted his mistakes and died without repentance.

He sleeps with women like a collection game, you love me, after lingering, one shot and two scattered.

Fathers are not benevolent in the general sense. He has little interest in philanthropy and is sometimes praised for his contributions to the common people, but only by hand.

But he still corrects some harsh policies, as if his common sense and the average nobleman are not shared, and that set of rules he has learned since childhood has been fully integrated into the lowest level of cognition.

The father always hides something, and the intelligent and sensitive Bernadette will feel this way from time to time when she grows up, and Russell carefully protects her daughter, separating her from many things in the outside world.

At first she thought it was her father's love for her, but as time went on, she noticed something more obscure, the father's bones floating, and he tried to hide it in front of his daughter, but it was in vain.

Finally, her father's hidden secrets are revealed on the day she becomes a demigod.

When she could no longer talk to him amicably, she knew the greatest secret in the world.

The secrets of the gods could not be more important to her. The increasingly frenzied father, who had forgotten why he had given his daughter a drop of blood, devoted himself to researching, issuing tyrannical laws, and secretly establishing a mausoleum.

Even so, he fulfilled his responsibilities as a father.

A drop of her father's blood was the material that Bernadette parrose to demigod when she was promoted.

When she parsed the drop of blood, the infinite mystery stretched out its tentacles, stirring her brain like churning the sea, what was that? That's a metaphor from other myths, and it doesn't exist in the good gods or the evil gods. It's a pure story without gods...... In vain, Bernadette tried to grasp herself in the infinite amount of information, but it was all unknown and unheard. Huge iron birds roar in the sky, their immobile wings faster than sound; Metal skeleton cities and roads, miraculous communication magic can be freely used by every civilian.

This is where my father's dreams come about...

"His heart is always somewhere else."

Bernadette remembered one of her mother's most common words.

In the process of analyzing her father's blood, although she only saw some broken fragments, completely unrelated and unconnected, it was enough for her to understand.

Russell, her father is not "the man here".

The father never lies to his daughter, but he hides it. That's his principle of honesty: he doesn't want to make up lies, so he simply doesn't tell them. And in what he said, the biggest lie was nothing more than a few fairy tales.

Now Bernadette knows the original version that was not handled by her father. The fairy tale that circulated in my father's hometown goes like this:

The Little Mermaid turned into foam, and the girl in her dancing shoes had her feet cut off.