From the kingdom of God to earth, life remained the same for Zoya, except that he was more silent than before, more like a sculpture than Ulorius.

Due to his appearance, Zoya was not suitable for walking around, so he settled in the garden deep in the convent.

Anything else was simpler, and Darzyberg had imagined a few rooms, which grew from the ground next to this garden, and even the exterior of the buildings was quite fairy-tale red tiles and white bricks.

Ulorius would not stay here during the consecration ceremony for the two gods, and all the angels listed in the holy scriptures were to participate.

Sasriel felt that he could not leave Zoya alone in the garden, and it was obvious that Sasriel was not worried about Zoya's situation in recent times, and when discussing with Darzyberg, Sasriel proposed to let Zoya use the carrier of the lark to attend again.

"His current condition is not suitable for transferring containers." Darzyberg declined the request, "Don't worry, He'll be fine, and we'll always know whatever happens." ”

Sasriel didn't have a reason to insist on his decision, and after asking Zoya for his own opinion, he brought out a lark that Zoya had condensed with a point of light.

"Having Him participate may improve Amun's attitude towards Zoya a little."

Darzyberg looked down and nodded at the lark's head: "You also said, 'Maybe'." In fact, it is not so simple, and there are deeper reasons for the rejection between Zoya and Amon. ”

"Because of the 'uniqueness' of Amon's control?"

"Yes, Zoya wasn't happy, but she told me everything...... Ouch. ”

Darzyberg quickly withdrew his fingers that had been gabbled by the lark, the pain was not worth mentioning to him, and he smiled and shook his head at the lark: "I'm sorry for talking too much. ”

Sasriel knew that this was a topic that Zoya had deliberately avoided, and the lark still had part of his consciousness on him, so he didn't continue to ask.

Darzyborg could have used more concise methods, such as telling himself these words on other occasions, and now deliberately speaking in front of the lark, just to test Zoya's reaction and the degree of control he had over this scattered light.

When the sun rises to the highest point in the sky, the magnificent chanting of human voices resounds in the cathedral, and the sons of God spread their black and white wings under the gaze of the Lord, slowly revealing their bodies from the air.

On the top of the head of the "Angel of Time", a ring with an uneven inscription on the inside is lit up, like a clock dial with a shuffled scale, and above the head of the "Angel of Fantasy", the light of the phantom cascading unfolds, which is holy and peaceful, full of soothing tranquility.

The lark, hovering beside the cross, also opened its mouth and sang tactfully and melodiously, imitating the crowd singing in the church.

The sun at twelve o'clock was shining brightly, showing all the witnesses the bright future of the two gods.

Eight angels stood at the front of the church, bowing their heads together and pointing out the cross.

The sunlight passing through the stained windows seems to be even more dazzling, almost igniting the corners of people's eyes, leaving a hot burning sensation.

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Amon stretched his wings and folded them, constantly gesturing with his wings in the air, or raising his hand to grab the aura above his head, so that the imaginary "accessories" alternated between light and dark, looking like incandescent lamps with poor contact.

However, there were no incandescent lamps in this era, and candles and flames were still the biggest sources of light at night.

The black sky was also a novelty for Amun, but the frequent twinkling stars and crimson moon outside the sky made the young Miko feel uncomfortable—it was just an intuition that he couldn't come from.

But when Amon asked, Adam said he felt the same way.

"I still prefer the sun, that's my father's brilliance." Amon muttered quietly, finally no longer flicking the pair of slender black wings behind him.

He looked at Zoya, who was sitting on the other side, and said with great dissatisfaction, "You didn't come to our ceremony today. ”

"I'm here." Zoya tapped the light under her mask, and a soft hum sounded, vibrating the melody of the sacred music.

Although Amon heard it, he still insisted that Zoya didn't go: "But I didn't see you!" So you just didn't participate. ”

"I remember there were larks." Adam said.

He didn't hold any pen and paper tonight, but quietly looked at the direction of the crimson moon in the sky, and compared to Amun, who was still full of energy next to him, Adam looked a little tired.

Amon also raised his hand and poked Zoya's mask: "The lark doesn't count. ”

However, before Zoya could respond, Amon looked at the monastery with a black base not far away: "But I used to listen to lectures or stories, but now that I see them for the first time, I always feel that they are different from what I imagined." ”

Adam would always gently follow Amun's words, guiding Amun to go on with a simple reciprocal response: "You mean the believers of the Father? ”

"Yes," Amon said with some displeasure on his face, "when my father talked to me, he strictly restricted me from using extraordinary abilities on ordinary people, especially 'parasitism'. ”

He looked at his brother, "Didn't Father talk to you too?" This is the first time He has spoken to us alone. ”

A gentle smile hung on Adam's face again: "Father didn't limit my ability. ”

"Why? It's not fair......" Amon muttered, the unhappiness on his face turned to sincerity.

Adam just smiled and looked at his brother: "Maybe it's because my ability is not so obvious." ”

"I can also return the stolen stuff so no one will find out."

"If you find out?"

Amon didn't even need to think, and gave a direct answer: "Then steal the other party's memory, then others won't remember it." ”

"So my father doesn't let you use your abilities frequently, and he also has this in mind."

Amon didn't like this, so he moved back to the side, away from Adam, and came to Zoya's side: "I didn't know you could sing." ”

"It's just a simple imitation, in sync with the frequency of the sound."

"Do you have any other songs?" Amon asked, looking at Zoya expectantly.

After a moment of silence, a soft, delicate voice came from Zoya's mask, a song unlike any of Amun's ever heard, and the ability of the "decryptor scholar" helped him to analyze it with ease.

Even Adam withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked at Zoya on the other side, staying focused on the song.

It was a song from another place, and Amon was quick to make that judgment, but he didn't interrupt Zoya, but patiently heard the moment when the singing stopped.

Amon casually clapped his hands twice, showing polite but perfunctory praise: "It's good, but is this a piece you composed?" I didn't know you had that kind of talent. ”

"Of course not," Zoya's tone was flat, he could hear the little malice, but he didn't react to Amon's implied sarcasm, "I haven't created anything. ”

"The previous story doesn't count?"

When Zoya shook her head, the light also swirled back and forth: "That's all in the past." ”

Amon continued to ask, "Including this song?" ”

"Includes ......"

Zoya's voice stopped abruptly.

He turned his head to look at Adam on the other side, and Adam's eyes were recovering from the upright golden eyes, and despite the influence that Adam had quietly exerted, his clear gaze was still free of impurities and with a gentle smile.

Zoya felt a vague warning, no, maybe it was just a gentle reminder that Darriberg had told Zoya not to let the two gods come into contact with too many "secrets belonging to a bygone era".

Darzyberg didn't want this to get the word out, and of course Zoya agreed to it, and even Amanisis talked to "Esther" about the same thing - the two of them told Zoya that they hoped he wouldn't tell him about it and try to hide his biggest secret.

However, it is difficult for Darzyborg to hide himself, and there are always traces of the old world in his knowledge, especially in the potion recipes he has put together.

Because the cumbersome and traditional methods of measurement were too vague, Dariberg had to make Saslier devote his energy to promoting a unified course of weights and measures across the continent.

And now, Adam behaved as if he knew the secret, which is why he deliberately cut off Zoya's continued thoughts.

Amon also followed Zoya's gaze: "What did you just do?" ”

"Nothing." Adam whispered, his tone different from his usual tone, which made Amon keenly aware of the difference.

"You're both weird today." Amon looked at Adam and then at Zoya.

Zoya's points of light gradually converged: "It's nothing, just a song I heard somewhere else." ”

Not credible, He's avoiding it.

Amon laughed: "I don't know what the name of this song is?" It's really nice. ”

"Edelweiss." Zoya said the name, but it didn't sound like any word that existed.

Amon analyzes the composition of the name: "Feathery snow? Blossoms? It's not like ......"

Unlike any other language he had already come into contact with, the knowledge that had been parsed in his mind was stored in his memory in different ways, but there was no language that contained the word, and Amon was sure of that.

"It's not like any language is known," Adam whispered, drawing Amun's attention, "but I've heard my father's words, and He used some equally peculiar words. ”

Amon was a little surprised, and he pushed Zoya's arm: "This song was taught to you by your father?" ”

Zoya was silent for two seconds and shook her head: "No. ”

However, Amon's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had suddenly picked up a beautiful gem: "I knew that my father had a very special secret!" ”

"So we have to keep it a secret for our father." Adam added.

Amun's eyes narrowed, which made the smile on his face look very sly: "You seem to know a lot more than I do, is this the advantage of being a brother......

Adam replied, in the same tone as Zoya, "No. ”