"In addition to tea or coffee, I recently bought some wine, do you want it?" It's not high, after all, we're not in Fursack." Benjamin asked jokingly.

Esther was a little surprised, but she hadn't talked to Benjamin about it before: "Do you still drink? I haven't seen you drink it before."

Benjamin lifted his disc glasses and said vaguely, "I only want to drink a little once in a while...... If you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind, you're the master."

Benjamin chuckled, and then left Esther alone in the living room.

Esther took the opportunity to take a good look at the very different room.

Unlike the house with the "Jacob's coat of arms", the décor here is richer, with dark gray walls and light-toned furniture.

The living room was covered with a lead-gray cashmere carpet, a few striped cushions were scattered on the sofa, a few magazines were neatly arranged on the coffee table, and on top was a copy of "Beckland," and Esther couldn't help but smile when she read the cover—it was a brand new bicycle with a narrow rear seat and bell, exactly like the one someone had ridden before.

There seems to be some kind of incense in the room, which has a soothing effect. Esther walked past the bookshelves and antique shelves in the corner, and found that there were quite a few more things here:

There was a bracelet of jade texture with a very faint fluctuation of extraordinary power; The arrowhead suspected to be made of gold has stains on it, and it is not known whether it is rust or blood; From the outside, the tattered bantam cup presents an asymmetrical shape and pattern with high left and low right, which is very eye-catching.

Esther sat back down on the couch, an unfolded woven blanket resting on the back of the couch, white circles overlapping on a black background.

On the whole, this room has a more life-like atmosphere, not like a newly arranged place to stay.

Benjamin had already prepared different accommodations? It's quite possible, after all, moving is a casual thing for him.

There was also a glass vase on the coffee table, with bright roses in full bloom, and Esther gently pinched the petals of the red roses, only to realize that they were just fake flowers, but they looked the same as the real thing.

"I've cheated on the way it looks, and it looks pretty good, doesn't it?" Benjamin walked into the living room, placed the tray in his hand on the coffee table, and handed the teacup to Esther, followed by the chocolate cake that had been cut.

"Thank you!" Esther smiled and took it, "I don't think I can quit sweets."

Benjamin did not prepare another dessert, he smiled and lowered his gaze, and poured himself half a glass of white wine:

"I don't have any particular interest in sweets, and although I have taste preferences, I rarely try them actively. For mythical creatures, the enjoyment of food is very limited."

Esther had just stuffed a mouthful of chocolate cake into her mouth, and looking at her eyes full of light, Benjamin sighed, "It's actually a bit unexpected that you would enjoy ordinary people's food so much."

Esther swallowed the food in her mouth, the sweet chocolate flavor still lingering in her mouth, "Why?"

"Maybe because I see you, I think of Zoya...... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." Benjamin sighed and shook the glass in his hand slightly, allowing the wine to swirl inside.

Esther ate her piece of cake quietly, and only after eating it did she look at Benjamin: "I don't mind you talking about Him, but you can still take a bite of the cake, otherwise it would be a pity to buy it and leave it for a few months."

"I've tasted it, it's so sweet, I don't like it very much." Benjamin took another sip of white wine, looking slightly distressed.

Esther picked up the teacup, the temperature in her palm slightly hot: "Seriously, I have very limited knowledge of Zoya, do you know Zoya?"

Benjamin did not hide the confusion on his face, his eyes lit up with inquiring, and the alcohol had no effect on him: "You are the closest person to Him, and I am more curious what you think of Him......

"That would disappoint you, and I didn't have direct contact with Him." Esther deliberately changed the subject, half-truthfully saying, "I have only heard His voice unilaterally and received His revelation to me."

"That's right." Benjamin didn't look much lost, but the smiling look in his eyes showed that he didn't believe Esther's words, "Then let's talk about what you know."

After a pause, the smile on his lips deepened: "Since you all recognize me as your 'friend', can't I listen to your troubles?"

He deliberately accentuated the word, trying to shackle Esther's trust and penetrate her defenses.

The warmth of the black tea shifted to the palm of her hand, and Esther's fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the cup: "I don't know, I may be a little confused...... No, I shouldn't have said that to anyone, that would be disrespectful, sorry."

She brought the slightly hot black tea to her lips, only to hear Benjamin's words: "What's so disrespectful? Blasphemy?"

Esther choked, and the tea poured down her throat into her back nasal cavity, causing her to cough violently, "Ahem, no, no! I'm just a little confused!"

She suppressed the discomfort of choking, "It's weird to hear you say that word."

"'The name blasphemer is not the Being's own thing,' Benjamin raised his glass to Esther with a laughing touch, as if to give her a glass, "and we didn't come up with it ourselves, we just firmly deny what they do."

Esther didn't know how to answer, so she focused on drinking tea for a while to relax herself.

Until Benjamin opened his mouth and broke the silence: "I'm curious, where did your doubts come from, and who did you go to meet?"

"yes, I went to see an old friend, and if I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, I wouldn't have thought that something was wrong with me."

Hearing Esther's frank admission, Benjamin's gaze moved slightly:

"You may need more professional advice, and I am limited in what I can help with that. But if you're willing to talk more, I can take you to a friend who listens better than I do."

Esther hesitated again, swaying from thought to side for a moment.

Considering that the pronoun was "he", Esther finally nodded slowly: "If it's just a chat, it shouldn't matter, I can blur my troubles, there are some things that can't be said directly......

Benjamin did not refute her excessive apprehension, but observed Esther with curiosity.

She doesn't seem to have been inspired by "spiritual intuition" or by prying into fate, but simply acting on her own thoughts, allowing illogical emotions to turn into motives that drive her to take action.

Contradictory and weak, this is the human side that Zoya stole from somewhere? Or is my guess not quite right?

Benjamin swallowed the last bit of white wine from his glass and got up from the couch: "I remember, I have something to give you, wait a minute."

Esther gave him a strange look, "You're going to put things away instead of just hiding them with 'stealing?'"

"I hope this bad impression is left to you by the ontology, not me." Benjamin hooked the corners of his mouth and walked briskly to the stairs outside the living room.

As his figure left sight, Esther felt a faint uneasiness, a little anxious to get out of here, and curious about what Benjamin was going to take.

Should she leave?

Esther turned her head to look at the living room window, where she was sitting now and couldn't see the view, but the crimson moon should have risen.

As long as she steals the distance, she can go outside the house, but why should she leave?

No, she shouldn't go, there's no need to worry about anything, Benjamin can be trusted...... Is there a problem with my overly affectionate trust in him?

Esther put down her teacup and pressed her palm against her forehead, and she repeatedly asked her heart, but there was no response. A peaceful mood stagnated in her for a long time

The depths of her spirit engulfed her doubts like an abyss.

It wasn't Zoya's mental influence, at least from a certain moment, there had been a metamorphosis.

"Your face is terrible."

Benjamin's voice sent a shudder to Esther, who detached herself from the overly immersed retrospective process, and looked at the familiar face and disc glasses of her youth.

And that familiar smile.

"I might have to go back and rest, it's okay, I'll find my way myself." Esther got up from her chair, a smile barely piled up on her pale face.

Benjamin walked over slowly, and the worry on his face didn't look like a fake: "Don't worry, at least bring this gift."

But common sense speaking, as long as he is a "fraudster", his expression management ability is basically dozens of times better than Esther.

Esther knew this, too, and her eyes fell on the wooden box that Benjamin was holding, and looked at it hesitantly, "Gift?"

"I don't need that necklace with the ability to activate the 'Creator' once." Benjamin smiled wryly and said that his expression was not very natural, but what he said was true, which made Esther relax a little.

Benjamin also had his own troubles, since he had already shown himself to be a doppelganger, and even reminded me that "the doppelganger is also Amun", that is, he didn't plan to use that necklace to prepare himself for the future?

Esther didn't stretch out her hand, looking at the wooden box with silver threads and dials engraved on it: "It's inconvenient for me to take such a precious thing, I don't know how to use enough items on me. Even if you give it to me, I probably won't be able to use it effectively."

Benjamin firmly handed the wooden box to Esther: "You helped me get it out, and since I don't need it now, I want to give it to you."

"But ......"

Benjamin blinked, "Then let's go with me somewhere else." The contents of this box are to be used as a reward for you, and we don't owe each other, can we?"

Esther frowned, weighing the pros and cons, and what really shook her was not the value of the necklace, but Benjamin's gentle pleading tone.

"Why do you want me to take it?"

Benjamin's eyes darkened, and the expression in them became so complicated that Esther couldn't tell the difference: "I usually only steal, and rarely give anything to others."

Esther subconsciously raised her hand and caught the bottom of the box.

Benjamin didn't have any smile on his face: "I hope you'll enjoy this gift."

However, he also changed his face quickly, and after Esther hugged the wooden box the size of two palms, Benjamin laughed happily again:

"Then let's go as we agreed."

"Don't you need to do anything?"

For a moment, Benjamin's smile relaxed again somewhat encouraged Esther and made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Benjamin took her arm: "No, it's not an important occasion, just to meet an acquaintance."

The scene changed rapidly, and in an instant, they crossed a long distance, and when Benjamin's guidance stopped, Esther noticed that the two were standing on the side of a deserted path.

At this point in time, there were no more pedestrians on the path, only a plain-looking chapel standing in front of the two of them.

"Your acquaintance?"

Benjamin smiled, and he spread his palms at the still open church, motioning for Esther to go first.

His green eyes looked darker in the night, as dark as a dense forest.

The church emitted a soft and steady candlelight, and Esther's heart beat slightly faster.

She had no premonition of danger, but as Esther stepped into the hall, an inexplicable anxiety welled up in her heart, urging her to speed up her pace and approach the great cross that had been erected at the front of the church.

Esther saw a pale blonde figure, sitting in the front row of black seats with backrests, slightly hunched over, and looked like it was

Prayer is being studied.

Benjamin had been standing outside the door, not following Esther, he looked at Esther's back and lifted the lens of his right eye.

Without anyone touching it, the open doors of the church slowly closed inward.

Esther subconsciously turned her head and looked outside, and half across the church, she saw Benjamin's smiling expression.

She didn't see the deep green of the lake, and a pair of black crow-like eyes looked back at Esther until he disappeared into the shrinking cracks, and was blocked behind the door with the night.

Esther turned back again, and the man who was sitting on the first bench had already stood up, and he walked directly under the tall cross before turning to face Esther.

The priest, dressed in a simple white robe, had a calm face, his pale golden beard covering half of his face, but still recognising the warm smile below.

The priest is holding a silver cross surrounded by olive branches on his chest:

"Hello, Esther. I wasn't going to see you so early, but a reunion is inevitable, and I'm glad to see you."

Esther was walking towards the man almost unconsciously, and when she realized this, she immediately stopped and froze in place.

"The water returns to its source, and the river flows endlessly."

The priest said this, and there was not a trace of emotional fluctuation in his overly clear eyes:

"Or do you prefer me to call you 'Dawn Star' now?"

(End of Volume II)