Amon hugged Dariberg's arm tightly: "What is the consecration ceremony?" ”

"Yes, it's not a complicated process, I'll do it for you."

Adam and Amon glanced at each other, then nodded together to Dariberg, in understanding. Amon pestered Darriborg again and talked for a while about his progress, while Adam stood quietly by him, answering Darriborg's inquiries from time to time.

But Adam's attentiveness also allowed him to notice Zoya's subtle changes. The dots of light floating inside Zoya's skull were a little dimmer and lighter in color than they had been a few months ago, showing signs of decay.

In other words, Amon might have asked Darriberg bluntly what was going on, but Adam wouldn't have done that.

He tried to appease Zoya, and a few points of light lit up slightly, and then lost their vitality again.

Zoya's head was deflected, but he didn't have any eyes, which made it difficult for Adam to tell whether Zoya was looking at himself or at Ulorius, who was saluting behind him, towards Dariborg.

Abandoning the eyes that can be prying eyes, isolating the sight of hypnosis, including outside thoughts, to cover up the hum of mind reading and stealing, is this the father's protection of Zoya, or Zoya's wariness of us?

Adam couldn't help but think of the word Medici used, "heretical", which made him a little worried, although he never clearly showed "likes and dislikes", and would not express his inner emotions like Amon did, but Adam did not hate Zoya, and even felt a little similar to himself in that gentle and indifferent attitude.

Adam's index finger tapped lightly on the edge of the parchment roll in his hand, retracting his gaze to observe the dots of light.

"If you want to go out and see, you'll have to wait until after the consecration ceremony, and remember to talk to me or Saslier when you go out."

"We won't be in danger! Adam can be 'invisible' and no one will even see us. Amon replied cheerfully.

Dariberg rubbed Amon's head: "If Adam wants, you go together, don't always pull your brother to take responsibility for you." ”

"Oh......"

Seeing his father turn his gaze, Adam nodded quietly.

It doesn't matter, He will watch it all until he observes an answer that is good enough to form the end of the story.

The blonde Miko obediently followed Dariberg, smiling gently as he watched his father pick up his dark-haired brother.

——

Dariberg didn't stay long, and walked out of the courtyard again under Amon's reluctant gaze.

He didn't use any of his abilities, he just walked out of the pavilion like an ordinary person, and before the figure turned into the winding corridors, Dariberg even glanced back. Seeing the two gods looking in his direction, Dariberg waved his hand from afar before leaving their sight completely.

"Father is so busy, He's always so busy, I wish I could see what He's doing. So what are you going to do? Amon walked up to Zoya's side, and he leaned forward with his fingers and struck it on Zoya's mask very rudely, causing the light inside to shake.

Zoya subconsciously stretched out her hand, supported her head on both sides, and took half a step back: "It's nothing." ”

"Lies." Amon smiled kindly, but didn't continue to torment Zoya's head, "You can always tell me something, right?" ”

Adam shows amazing intimacy: "You can tell a few stories like you used to. ”

Amon cleared his throat and said that he was not satisfied with his good brother's proposal.

"Father didn't mention Zoya, and I don't think we should have known what happened." As he spoke, Adam was already the first to walk to the benches in the gazebo.

He sat back in his favorite position, where half the sun was shining and the chair was warm, but it left a shadow on his upper body that allowed Adam to read the words he was writing.

Amon looked at Zoya, "You've gotten a lot weaker. ”

It looked like Zoya was just standing still, not moving, but Adam could see Zoya's slightly stiff body.

Zoya didn't even respond to Amon's words, and walked silently towards the fence, his pace gentle. When Zoya wanted to go around Amon in front of her, the young child's expression became serious and he grabbed Zoya's wrist.

They froze for dozens of seconds, Zoya stopped, but Amon never let go of him.

Until the gentle voice of Ulorius sounded: "Don't quarrel. ”

This is a bit biased, because Zoya has only been silent from beginning to end, and there is no possibility of "quarreling" at all.

"I wish I could have quarreled with Him." Amon didn't hide the disappointment on his face, but he let go of Zoya, and he took a step, instantly stepping several meters away, and sat down on the bench where Adam was.

Ulorius looked in Zoya's direction, but no one spoke, and finally Zoya shook her head and walked to the fence where a shadow fell.

Amon pushed Adam with his elbow, causing the pen in Adam's hand to shake a little, and on the paper, the word "calm" could not be written, and half a sentence was slashed crookedly.

Adam sighed softly, "Say whatever you want." ”

Amon glanced in Zoya's direction, "Then do you have a way to make our conversation a little more low-key?" ”

The next moment, Amon felt that there was some kind of estrangement between the two, and he resisted the urge to touch the monocle to decrypt and analyze and find weaknesses, and smiled at Adam:

"Can you let me try stealing this ability? It feels like a lot of fun. ”

"Psychology is invisible, if you touch the other person, you will be discovered." Adam looked at the gray linen robe in the shadows on the other side, "To be honest, I don't know if it's useful for Zoya. ”

"It's better than nothing, and if He hears it again, it's overhearing our conversation."

"Zoya won't mind. You see, He's in a terrible state right now, and he's ......"

Adam paused for two seconds between his words, as a "psychoanalyst", he was still very confident in his analysis, but Adam had an uncomfortable guess in his heart, he always felt that this matter also had something to do with his father.

"And what?" Amon pushed his monocle.

"If we don't do anything, Zoya will most likely continue to weaken."

After Adam said this, he looked at Amon helplessly: "You should know that your 'stealing' also interacts with the outside world, which will destroy the effect of psychological invisibility, right?" ”

"Really? I just knew. Amon smiled and blinked, not seeing the slightest hint of guilt or guilt.

Ulorius withdrew his gaze from the two gods and looked instead at Zoya in the corner.

Zoya didn't react, even though he heard it.

——

"So, Zoya is really part of 'destiny'?"

Sasriel looked around at the parchment hanging from the wall, and gathered his broad wings. Noticing the way Darriberg stared at him, Sasriel had to give up the idea of hiding his wings and aura, and he was almost used to it anyway.

It has become a well-established rule that all angels will display a corresponding image when they leave the kingdom of God in their original form. It is quite possible that the "All-Knowing and Almighty" is looking at Them, not to mention that Osecus firmly believes that this is the glory of being the angel of the Lord.

Sasriel didn't really care so much about the glory of his half, but he did his best to maintain his image.

I just hope that the situation does not deviate too much. Sasriel walked around the room as he read the words on the parchment.

"As you can see, I've pretty much pardoned up to what was on that slate. The content of those messages is not very controllable, and if the spirit is not tenacious enough, it is easy to directly impact the viewer's mental body from the spiritual level, and then the spiritual body is shattered. ”

"So Hermes, they have sacrificed a lot of people, and this knowledge is not something that ordinary humans can bear." Sasriel stopped in front of the parchment scroll with the words "Sequence 1 Dark Angel" and "Sequence 0 Hanged Man" written on them, and pointed to the words on it, "Aren't these names too straightforward?" ”

Dariberg looked up from the parchment in his hand and glanced casually: "What better name do you have?" ”

Sasriel looked at the paper next to him, and after seeing the names of "Pure White Angel" and "Wise Angel", he suddenly felt that this matter was also quite troublesome: "Okay, you have the final say, well, in fact, this name is also quite good...... How many are there? ”

"Twenty-two," Darzyberg took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily again, revealing a relieved smile, "each one leads to the very top sequence zero." ”

"The path to godhood." Sasriel whispered, putting down the scroll of paper with "Sequence 0 Error" written on it, "If you were to make these avenues public, it would be too big a shock for all the people, and it would shake their faith. ”

"I'm not going to reveal the secrets at the top of the sequence, which would ruin a rare period of peace in this world. Hermes and their research for so many years, but only a few recognized friends have become pioneers of this path. “

Darzyberg's hand lightly ran over the surface of the parchment, and his fingertips clicked on the blank space next to "Sequence 0 Visionary": "We all know that no one can afford to make the entire sequence public. ”

Sasriel thought about the next plan: "Then continue to follow the current situation, let each town have its own information in its own hands, and set a level of secrecy ......"

Dariberg didn't plan to turn the meeting into a debriefing, he had something else to talk to about Saslier: "There's one more thing. ”

"What?"

"It is precisely because Zoya did not hide it, combined with my integration and exploration with that ocean, that I discovered the secrets between these pathways."

Instead of reading the recipes and rituals required for promotion, Sasriel looked at the original with a glint in his eyes: "It's hard to imagine what lies on top of this. ”

"You're half right, beyond the sequence, there are life forms that transcend limitations." Darriberg's eyes seemed to have a sea of chaotic colors, constantly making waves, "That's the ultimate meaning of these pathways." ”

"We need to keep it a secret."

"At least for now, only we know."

Saslier's brow gradually furrowed: "What about Zoya?" ”

"I took Him to the ocean, leaving behind a restraining force to make sure He couldn't tell anyone about it."

Darzyberg lowered his head and looked at the parchment with "Wheel of Fortune" written on it in his hand: "In exchange, I cut off a part of his derived humanity and helped him solve this problem. ”

Sasriel's sigh fell.

Darzyberg smiled and hung the parchment scroll on the wall: "It's not that bad, I'll keep it for Zoya, maybe one day he'll want to go back." ”