"Adam."

"Hmm."

"I always feel like I haven't seen Zoya in a while."

"Huh?"

"He didn't die somewhere, did he? Ever since His father took Him away, He never returned. ”

The charcoal pen in Adam's hand stopped, and he sighed imperceptibly and looked at his brother, who was always full of questions and energy, "No. ”

Amon was sitting on an apple tree, the slender branches seemed to carry no weight at all, even as a child, he was not much lighter than a bird at the moment, which was already a very easy "fraud rule" for Amun, who was becoming more and more familiar with his abilities.

Without the answer he wanted to hear, or more detailed information, Amon stopped speculating about Zoya's whereabouts. He reached out and pinched a powdered outer bud, allowing the pale white petals to bloom in his palm over time, then withering and rotting rapidly, and finally closing his fingers, the shriveled petals shattered into powder.

Amon let go of his hand and patted the dust between his fingers: "Na Zoya must have been driven out of the kingdom of God because she didn't want to believe in her father. ”

"No, my father always knew that." Adam noticed Amun's jumping motion and pointed to the apple blossom on the other side of the branch, "Can you do me a favor?" Pluck that flower. ”

Amon grabbed it in that direction, then threw it down, and smashed a whole apple branch on Adam's head, but Adam seemed to know that this was going to happen, and he raised his hands directly and caught the branch steadily.

Amon looked at Adam curiously, only to see that his brother had not paid attention to the apple blossom, but had broken off a small branch, slowly scraped it with his deformed nails, and then made a better stick.

Adam dipped some of Ulorius' paint, and under the black scratches of the charcoal pen, he continued to write in a finer handwriting.

Amon pouted: "Didn't you want that flower?" ”

"I'd like to change something more to handy, writing isn't as easy to get dirty as charcoal, but after analyzing your behavior and predicting your behavior patterns, if I asked for a branch, you would definitely give me that flower."

Adam said this, with a gentle smile.

He was no longer as indifferent as he had been a few days ago, and now the expression of the eldest son of the god was much richer than that of Ulorius, and it could be said that he had made a clear improvement.

"I'm kind of thinking about the stories Zoya told."

Adam looked in the direction of the gazebo, Medici was not there today, only Ulorius. When the Mercury Serpent looked sideways at the two children, he happened to meet Adam's gaze.

Adam nodded in the direction of Ulorius, then looked at Amun and said to him, "You don't hate Zoya as much as you seem. ”

The conversation was quiet for a few seconds, and Amun's body fell backwards suddenly, but before it actually fell, he hooked the branch with his foot, hanging on it and swaying back and forth.

Adam added, "He is not telling a story, but telling what happened." ”

"Isn't it different?" Amon let go of the branch, but He became as light as a fallen leaf, fluttering back and forth, slowly falling to the ground.

"Stories, more or less have fictional parts, and 'statements' are told based on the original appearance."

"Stories are your forte, and I can take care of the fictional part, if 'lies' count." Amon sat down next to Adam and looked at the words on the parchment.

Sure enough, the fact that he would choose to throw a branch was also written down by Adam......

Amon stretched and continued to look at the apple blossoms on the tree in a daze.

Adam's writing hand gradually paused: "What are you thinking?" ”

"Why are the plants in the garden blooming and in the most 'beautiful' blooming state, but not bearing fruit?"

A hint of confusion appeared on Adam's face: "Do you want to eat apples?" I think we can make this request to Ulorius. ”

"No, I want to go outside the kingdom of God."

Amun's gaze looked beyond the cracks in the apple trees to the sunny sky beyond, his curiosity and strange ideas seemingly endless.

They were urging Amon to get out of here, calling him to go to the world outside of God in search of something more interesting.

Adam looked at Amon, his eyes were too clear, and there was no desire to be used by the "swindler": "Do you want to ask?" ”

Amon frowned: "Actually, it's okay not to ask...... No need to ask. Otherwise, Medici and Ulorius would have to follow, so what was the difference between staying in the courtyard and staying in the courtyard? ”

"You're trying to sneak out and stay undetected so no one knows what you're doing out there." Adam punctured Amon's careful thinking very directly.

"I promise I won't leave any clues!" Amon swore and looked at Adam expectantly, "Can you help me cover it up?" ”

Adam shook his head: "Father will always know, He is all-knowing and all-powerful. ”

"Father wouldn't blame me for such a trifle, would he? He was always busy. Amon muttered quietly, "It would be nice to see Him for this kind of thing, Zoya is gone, and Father hasn't come to see us......"

Adam used the tip of the pen in his hand to scratch twice on the top of the paper: "Then Sasliel will reprimand you for your father, you won't like to hear it." ”

"Then you can let Him go about something else and forget about it—"

Adam suddenly reached out and poked Amun's forehead, causing Amon to suddenly interrupt the conversation: "No, you can't sneak out, let's go ask Ulorius." ”

"I just don't want to be followed by them...... Amon continued to whisper, but when Adam got up, he decisively followed Adam.

Amon had a happy smile on his face, which was originally His purpose.

Adam's suggestion was more credible than his own suggestion, and Amun had already known that if Amun had asked himself, there was absolutely no possibility of agreeing to it.

Urorius is just more indifferent, not really stupid, Amon has long figured this out, if he really wants to say it, it is Zoya who is easier to deceive.

For Amun, this kind of behavior of finding someone to stand up for him is not even a use of Adam, but just a discussion between brothers, and finally the result of "going to ask Ulorius" is finally reached.

When Sasriel came to visit the Sons of God, he also analyzed the sequences of the two children, including the "playfulness" that is now circulating in many general education classes.

Although Amon and Adam didn't quite understand the meaning at that time, they were born with uniqueness, and the use of extraordinary abilities almost became part of the physiological response. As long as they have enough time to grow, they don't even need to focus on "playing" anymore, and instinctively control what they have.

And "fraud" has long been part of Amon's integration, he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with him, and every time Medici wants to get angry, Amon will even say proudly: "I'm playing." ”

As he walked towards Ulorius, Amun's eyes widened, stealing the distance, squeezing himself in front of the easel, and knocking the brush off Ulorius' hand.

Such an accident almost caused the overfocused painter to leave a destructive oil paint on the canvas.

Ulorius didn't have much expression, he had long been accustomed to the Divine Son who would suddenly appear, and looked at the black-haired child who was looking at the canvas gently: "Son of Amun, is there something wrong?" ”

"Ulorius, is this a picture of my father and us?" Amon tilted his head and thought about it, and then said in the same tone as Helabergen praised Adam, "Very good." ”

There was a hint of surprise on Ulorius's face, and although Amun's tone was a little strange, this sentence was indeed complimenting his painting: "Thank you, yes, for the commemoration of your birth." ”

Adam was also looking at the painting;

At the center of the picture is a majestic cross standing on the top of a mountain. In front of the cross, a figure carrying a light on his back, with his left and right hands propped up, holds two infant babies in his arms, one with black hair and the other with blonde hair, the baby's calm face is vivid, shrouded in the brilliant light.

Below, on the left and right, three angels stood bowed, all with huge wings and halos, and Adam knew that they were the angels who were loyal to his father, and the holy scriptures recorded in great detail the past of his father's salvation, and the angels who held different powers.

Adam also knew that many of these were over-embellished, and that he had an innate sensitivity to stories, just as Amon was comfortable with lies and deception.

Are we also within the father's expectations?

Adam looked at the Lord on the painting and wondered.

Amon pointed to the tawny variegated feathered lark next to the figure, and said very confidently, "Then why do you draw the lark here?" It didn't look at all coordinated, and it didn't fit in with my father at all. ”

Ulorius simply put down the paintbrush in his hand, he knew that if he continued to hold it, Amon was likely to steal the pen directly, for this god son, what he stole from someone else's hand only made sense, if it was placed next to it, Amon would quickly lose interest.

Ulorius answered the question seriously: "Because the lark represents Zoya, and when you were born, the Lord also let Zoya see you. ”

"But he's not here now." Amon muttered.

As his brother seemed to want to reach out and touch the canvas, Adam felt the need to change the subject: "Ulorius, can we leave the kingdom of God?" ”

"Unfortunately, not yet. In three days' time, it will be your consecration, and the world will see the two sons of God for the first time. ”

Another voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard, causing a big smile to rise on Amon's face.

Darhiberg let go of Zoya's hand to catch the black-haired child who flew into his arms, and Amon hugged his father tightly and grimaced at Zoya next to him.

The dots of light wander and blur the arc under the shell, simulating a smile.

Amon did not show his amazement, but instead talked to his father.