The red-haired young man in pitch-black armor walked from the other side, and the blood-red mark on his eyebrows made him even more like a burning flame.

The silver-haired youth walked beside him, and had to quicken his pace to catch up with the red-haired youth's decisive footsteps, and a lark with clear eyes and shimmering feathers was squatting on the shoulders of the silver-haired youth.

When Medici saw the black-haired boy, he looked a little surprised: "Huh, little crow? Why are you here. ”

Amon grimaced at Medici, "Phew, why can't I be here?" ”

Before he could finish his sentence, he had already disappeared into his original position, standing on the top of the trellis. He was completely unaffected by gravity, as if it were not a child's body standing on top, but a fluttering black crow.

In the position where Amon had just dodged, a reddish-purple flame erupted, and seeing that the "little crow" had completely dodged such a sneak attack, Medici smacked his lips in a slightly lost way:

"Tsk, I can't burn it at all now, it's still fun when I was young."

Amon grabbed it with his backhand, but he couldn't succeed, he glanced at Ulorius next to Medici, the ability to "decipher" was enough for Amon to quickly analyze the situation in front of him, he was also the king of angels, if Medici was too lucky, then it would be difficult for Amon to steal anything from him.

Even if it is stolen, the Mercury Serpent can use its ability to "reset" to briefly rewind the time here to the previous moment, so that Amon will lose what he stole from.

Medici proudly grabbed Ulorius's shoulders and raised his chin at the boy: "How's it going, unlucky, right?" You think I'm not going to be prepared for this little trick? ”

The lark, frightened by this action, spread its wings and quickly left Ulorius, landing on Zoya's raised palm.

"You can come to Zoya, and of course I can come to Zoya." Amon tiptoed and walked around the trellis, "It's not a very secret place. ”

Medici snorted and watched as Ulorius walked up to Zoya's side, "Lord Sasriel asked me to come and see how you're doing. ”

The lark shattered between Zoya's palms, and the tiny points of light instantly poured into the inside of the mask, and the sound that came out became very erratic in the alternation of light and dark, echoing with an ethereal hum: "You can tell him that there is no change." ”

Ulorius pondered for more than ten seconds, his silver eyes staring briefly at the endless river, and then asked, "Do you have anything you want me to bring?" ”

Zoya didn't expect any additional questions, and Ulorius rarely had a whim, but he calmly replied:

"No...... The all-knowing and all-powerful God watches everything. ”

The boy who was pacing on the grape trellis steals the distance, and suddenly sat down next to Zoya again, and smiled into the conversation between the two: "Of course, nothing can be hidden from my father." ”

Medici also walked over and raised an eyebrow at the boy:

"We've got to go, there's still a mission! When the boy of Abraham was roaming the spirit world, he came across a very strange area, and the serpent and I were going to investigate the situation. ”

"Can I go?"

Medici punched Amon in the back of the head with a backhand as a warning given in advance: "Don't run around, wait for us to come back!" Did you hear the little crow? ”

This bit of attack strength did not cause any harm to the mythical creatures at all, and Amon didn't even bother to dodge, but after being beaten, he rubbed the back of his head with anger on his face, and complained loudly to Medici:

"It's still going to hurt!"

This is also a strange tacit understanding between the two, if Medici is using the fire ability, Amun, who has been burned with hair and feathers, will definitely dodge.

But if Medici had simply lectured Miko with his fists, Amon would have been deliberately hit on purpose - and then used the matter to complain to his father.

Medici didn't believe a word that popped out of Amon's mouth, he grabbed a handful of peas and threw them into his mouth, then shook his fist again: "Don't think about bullying the little sparrow, the big snake will tell Sasriel!" ”

"Ulorius won't, he's not you......" Amon muttered, realizing that the sacrifice offered to himself had been eaten by the Medici in an instant.

Medici shook off the red hair that had fallen behind him, and turned to the other side, several flames escaping from his hair.

Ulorius glanced at Zoya again, which was already a sign of concern for him: "We're leaving." ”

"Well, I'm fine." Zoya gave a very cold reply.

Ulorius followed Medici in the direction of the outside of the monastery.

The huge olive tree stretched out its arms to the sky, its shade obscuring the end of the road, and Zoya, who sat under the trellises, remained silent.

It wasn't until he couldn't see the backs of the two angels that Amon withdrew his gaze and ate the remaining peas in the bowl bit by bit.

After a few minutes in the sun, a butterfly with whitish tentacles on one side and pure black wings flew in from outside and landed on Amun's lap, almost merging with his black robes.

After receiving the news from the clone, Amon turned his head to look at Zoya again: "They're gone, they're really gone." ”

"Medici just said they have a mission."

Amon looked sideways at the shell, which had not changed in the slightest for years, and suddenly wondered what Zoya was thinking, and because he couldn't steal Zoya's thoughts, this curiosity never diminished.

He reached out and tapped Zoya on the head with his knuckles: "Adam once told me that you are becoming weak. ”

Zoya didn't react, so the black butterfly flew up from Amon's leg and landed on Zoya's fingers, its wings opening and closing.

Amon felt that Medici's words were quite reasonable, and he also preferred to be younger.

At that time, Zoya would not directly "reboot", would not directly reject Amun's pranks, and would even be willing to share with him and Adam many stories that were not in the Helabergan collection.

"Will you disappear?" Amon asked.

After gradually becoming believers and hearing too many prayers, Amun also continued to learn the part of knowledge that belongs to human society, such as life and death, but knowing does not mean understanding, and he has never experienced this touch.

Amon would only think of it when he saw the light under Zoya's mask.

Zoya lowered her head, letting the silver strands of hair stand in front of her face: "I don't know. ”

"My father had defeated many of the old gods. People don't talk about the old gods anymore, but they did die, did they? ”

"Where there is life, it is possible to die." Zoya replied softly.

Amon had a hunch that even if he continued to ask questions on the subject, Zoya would not give a more detailed answer.

He looked around again, not noticing Adam's presence, and his brother really didn't seem to be here: "Good! Let's go out and have a look! ”

After hesitating for two seconds, Zoya still shook her head, and the light spots under the mask slowly gathered: "Medici also said, 'Don't run around'." ”

Amon straightened his monocle and said righteously: "It's not a run, we have a clear destination, then it's not a run, it's just leaving this monastery." ”

Zoya hesitated even more: "This is not ......"

Amon directly interrupted Zoya's words: "If you want to say that there is a problem, it is also Medici that he did not make it clear, he can say clearly, let's not leave here, not 'don't run around'." ”

Zoya hesitated for two seconds, but Amon opened his hand and knocked a crudely covered book on Zoya's head.

"What is this?" Zoya asked subconsciously, not quite understanding the meaning of Amon's action.

Amon withdrew his hand and shook the storybook he had stolen: "It's a book for children to tell stories, with some illustrations drawn in it, you can guess what story it tells." ”

When Zoya heard this, she really thought about it: "Is it the past deeds of Dariberg?" Such books should be the most widely circulated in His kingdom. ”

"You're half right," Amon said with a grin, flipping the cover on his hand, and as He flipped it rapidly, the rough paper rattled, "The lark brought olive branches, thorns, and garlands, and was finally moved by the Lord's deeds and decisions, and stayed with the Lord, praising the Lord's past......"

Zoya's head lowered even deeper, as if he didn't really want to hear this fairy tale that had already spread to all corners of the continent.

Amon also noticed his resistance, and instead said with even more joy, "Did you know that in some areas that believe in the 'Angels of Destiny', when they tell this story or worship the gods, they always put you and Ulorius together?" ”

As he spoke, Amon stopped flipping the pages and opened a simple black-and-white illustration.

It is a stick figure that has been preserved by soaking in a special liquid, but due to the erosion of time, the content of the picture is somewhat blurred, and only a twelve-winged angel in a white robe can be seen, and a bird perched on his arm, replacing the light with lines.

The appearance of the angel and the appearance of the bird are blurred, except for the oboros-like halo on the top of the angel's head, which is very easy to recognize as the image in the sacred book of Ulorius.

A moment of silence.

"I can't see," Zoya said, "I know you're holding a book, but I can't read it. ”

Amon was stunned for a moment, then put down the book in disappointment: "I think this is quite interesting, maybe Ulorius wants to help you in this way." ”

His emotions were fully reflected in his words, letting Zoya know that Amon's loss was genuine.

Zoya stretched out her hand and tapped the book in Amon's hand: "Or you can tell me what's on it." ”

"That's what I've been wondering about for a long time, we all have anchors, Father, Sasriel, all the angels, I and Adam also have believers, why don't you?"

Amon tossed it casually, and as a soft light swept over his monocle, the book disappeared into thin air, becoming part of his collection of "sacrifices."

Zoya shook her head slowly for what he said before: "Because I don't need ...... I never wanted to get my own anchor. ”