The statue of the black crow is vivid, and the two candles in front of it are black, and the body of the candle is carved with spiral patterns one after another, and when making these candles, they are added with corresponding materials that can make the candles more suitable for ritual magic.

Stone couldn't remember what his father had said about the materials, the boy of about ten had just memorized the colors of the different candles—the black candles that glowed in the sunlight and were used to pray to the angel.

Of all the angels, that angel is the most eccentric, but he seems to be more tolerant of younger children, and is particularly fond of answering particularly strange prayers.

It's just that correspondingly, those prayers that are answered are often done in an unreasonable way, which makes people laugh and cry.

At the end, a relatively ordinary white candle is placed in the center, and among the three candles, this is the candle that symbolizes "I", at least that's what Stone remembers.

Stone looked down again, reading the prayer that had been secretly written on the back cover of the storybook, and he had quietly memorized the pronunciation of those words.

"Then it's ...... to light the candles"

The boy froze at the three candles for a moment, trying to rub his fingers on them, as his father had done.

Nothing happened.

The boy turned out the flint, lit three candles in turn, took the jar of olive oil that his mother used for cooking, scooped out a portion of it, and added three drops to each candle.

The light of the candle flame was amplified by the sound of "zizi", Stone pursed his lips excitedly, put down everything in his hand, put a bowl of boiled salted peas in front of him, and then solemnly picked up the book and recited:

"Playing with the hands of time;

Wander the shadow of fate;

The embodiment of fraud and mischief! ”

A violent air flow surged in the room, and the flame at the top of the candle suddenly expanded several times.

The boy paused, subconsciously grasping the book in his hand more tightly, and he continued to imitate his father's ritual, and tried to read with a straight face:

"I pray to you! Please grant me shelter and that my lies about escaping the course will not be exposed......"

However, Stone's words suddenly stopped, and he forgot what the later ritual was, and even why he did it.

The boy stared blankly at the candle in front of him, and sat there for several minutes, then he shook his head vigorously, but could not remember anything.

The saltwater peas on the table, along with the entire bowl, were gone.

The boy lowered his head and looked at himself empty-handed, feeling as if he had lost something.

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A crow swirls in the air, through a gray cloud, and when it rises to the top, the dazzling sunlight falls on its wing feathers, its neat plumage reflecting the light and taking on a colorful black.

Outside the crow's right eye, there is a clearly visible ring of white down feathers.

Enjoying the caress of the warm sun, it continued to glide forward with the air current, until it approached its destination, when the crow suddenly leaned over and plunged into the clouds, like a mass of black stones attracted to the ground, falling straight downward.

When the crow saw a leisurely wandering lark under the clouds, it rushed over without hesitation, and its extremely keen dynamic vision was enough for the crow to clearly see the floating points of light on the lark's feathers.

Aware of a black shadow approaching, the lark let out an exclamation and immediately lowered its flight altitude in an attempt to distance itself from the sudden fall of the attacker.

However, this struggle did not work, and the crow's figure suddenly disappeared from its place, and then appeared directly above the Lark's trajectory, looking like the Lark had sent it to the door.

Like a falcon catching its prey, the crow stooped down and slammed its black claws to the base of the lark's wings, and in the lark's terrified screams, the crow dragged it down with a smile in its dark eyes.

The lark struggled violently, wringing its wings in an attempt to break free from the crow's restraints, and the raven lowered its head and pecked hard at the back of the lark's head, tearing off the light-streaked feathers, allowing the light to dissipate into the air.

The two birds wrestled and fell together.

Below is a majestic mountain, a monastery at the top of a mountain, its existence itself is somewhat abrupt, but it is at one with the lush forests that surround it.

In the end, the lark still lost the strength to fight, and only kept screaming bitterly. The crow, with its white eyes, grabbed the lark in its hand, and flew towards a garden in the corner of the monastery, ignoring its wishes and ignoring the screams of the lark, which were almost cursing him.

The crow also deliberately let go of its throat, letting the hoarse cry of "quack" sound in the air, and proudly announced that it had caught a good prey, and this time it was a victory.

There were many olive trees in the garden, and a small figure sat under the grape trellises, and the white stone-carved bench was obviously uncomfortable, but the young child, like another sculpture, stayed quietly on the bench.

The sunlight and the call of the two birds passed through the trellis, causing the seated Zoya to raise her head and look in the direction where the crow had flown from.

She didn't see a crow, but a silhouette as black as a deep valley, but if you looked closely, it was formed by a group of worms in the twelve-link, and only the right eye had the uniqueness of destroying the integrity of fate.

"Amon." A soft humming sound came from Zoya's head.

The raven threw the lark from its claws, causing the devastated bird with its protruding head to curl up in fear in the crook of Zoya's arm.

The "winner" landed on the vacant seat next to the bench, and in a blink of an eye, the crow with its smooth feathers became a child of twelve or thirteen years old.

The uninvited visitor was dressed in a black linen robe and had a pair of hard-to-snap monocles attached to his right eye, so every now and then the boy would reach out and lift his lens.

Zoya gently grabbed the frightened lark with her hand, held its heart-pounding chest, closed her hands, and covered the bullied bird in the shadow of her palm, so that it gradually quieted down.

Amon sat down on the bench and turned his head to look at Zoya, decades had passed, but his body had not changed, even after the age of ten, Amon had suppressed the speed of change in his appearance, but time still persistently lengthened his size.

If the two of them stood up, Amon would be able to look down on his "friend".

Friend, a strange word, but judging from the dictionaries in the Helabergen collection, there was indeed such a relationship between the two, just as Ulorius was a friend of Medici.

Oh, and Adam has to be added.

Amon looked around, but saw no sign of his brother.

Adam is often in a state of "psychological invisibility" now, and no one knows where Adam is except his father unless he comes out and speaks.

As soon as Amon turned his wrist, there was an extra bowl of peas boiled in salted water in his hand, he put the peas in his hand, threw them into his mouth one after another, biting the soft beans, and following the posture of Zoya, he looked up slightly at the gap between the vines in a daze.

It was a warm summer afternoon, reminiscent of those days of the Sun Tribe in Eden.

So Amun spoke: "Today I answer the prayer of a believer, and this is what he sacrificed, and you can taste it." ”

"You fulfilled his wish?" Of course, Zoya couldn't taste it, he didn't even have a mouth, so Zoya just twisted a pea grain and handed it to the lark's mouth.

"yes, he wanted his lies not to be exposed, so I stole his memory of that so he would never remember that he lied."

"He's your believer?"

"Surely not, the boy had set up a rudimentary ritual, and I should have been angry with him. But his father was, and I had answered his father's plea to find his lost property. Amon seemed a little proud when he said this.

But Zoya didn't react, just picked up another bean and fed it to the lark nestled in the palm of her hand.

Amon glanced at the lark who was protected by Zoya in his arms and whispered and complained from time to time, and said thoughtfully: "So it's not your doppelganger, it's just what you used to investigate?" ”

"Yes."

Amon rolled his eyes: "Oh, I don't seem to have done something very good. ”

However, judging from his expression and tone, he did not feel any real guilt at all, but in order to cope with this situation, he developed his usual phrase, "Keep the dignity of the Son of God" - the last sentence was said by Helabergen during his lecture, and Amon felt that it made sense, so he remembered it.

Zoya didn't react, the conversation had been repeated many times between them, but the next time, Amon would do something similar and say something similar.

Sure enough, Amon jumped to the next topic without any connection: "Have you heard of Bradel, the 'God of Honor'?" ”

"You know, he is the son of the King of Giants." The light under Zoya's mask gradually flowed, and then she regained her composure, "What did he do?" ”

Amun's face was a little surprised, but his expression was never countable: "You can know things so far away just by staying here?" ”

"Because fate is ......," Zoya's words paused for two seconds, "special circumstances." ”

Judging from Amun's thoughtful expression, he was pondering some way to tempt, so Zoya took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"I don't know what he thinks, when my father established the control of the 'Giant Court' a few days ago, he suddenly appeared and dared to insult my father in public!" When he said this, there was a hint of anger in Amon's eyes.

Zoya tapped the lark's head slightly, quieting the bird completely.

Amon was silent for a while, then sneered: "Ha, so he deserved it." He will always protect His Father's coming to the Holy Land of the world, and He will never stop wandering, and even death will not allow Him to escape from punishment! ”

Zoya's head turned, and the lark in his hand suddenly spread its wings and leaped towards the blue sky.

"yes, that's what He deserves." The buzz replied, indifferent and calm. (End of chapter)