The sky was gradually turning dark, and before it melted further into darkness, all the people who were going to pray good luck to the "Angel of Destiny" had gathered in the wide square.

The city of Dreams, known as Dream City, did not have much of a permanent population, and it was originally a small village, but it became a transit point for transportation because of its proximity to planned roads, and it has only developed in the last decade or so.

Merchants also had a special preference for good luck and always prayed to the "Angel of Destiny" for a safe journey, which was brought here until it grew from a village to a town and the monastery of the Lord was established.

On the other hand, not everyone comes to pray at the turn of day and night, it is only a daily life for some people, and it is not a mandatory activity.

"However, there is a fixed day here every year when they hold a 'Good Dream Festival' in the square and collectively pray to the 'Angel of Destiny'. I don't know how Ulorius usually handles prayer, but on that day, he seems to be responding uniformly to the inhabitants of the 'Good Dream Rite' prayer habit. ”

Amon explained as he pulled Zoya through the crowd, and no one saw them, or rather, no one noticed the two children's height outsiders.

In a way, this is also Amon after getting along with Adam for a long time, using the ability of "thief" to imitate the psychological stealth of the "audience".

By stealing the existence of the two, stealing the cognition of others in the area of themselves and Zoya, defrauding the physical rules, etc., this is a very simple matter for Amon now.

Even if Amon still retains the appearance of a child, it is only to make his father happy, so that he can ask his father for the privileges he wants.

Although Amon himself never felt it, he did become more and more different from the child who grew up in Eden, and was already a veritable "angel of time".

"Good Dream Rite......" Zoya whispered.

The word touched a memory, and Amon could see it in Zoya's hesitant voice, though subtle, but Zoya's tone was softer than usual, as if she was missing something.

Amon remembered this, but instead of asking Zoya immediately, he continued to introduce:

"The 'Good Dream Ceremony' literally, they will gather here as usual and pray to the 'Angel of Destiny' for a good dream. On that day, people will be able to get the real dreams they desire, and they will remain awake in the dreams, and even if they wake up, they will not forget.

"Anything can come true in dreams, and I stole some of the believer's memories, and the dreams in my memories are still very real. To be honest, I never understood how Ulorius did it. ”

They rounded a couple with their children in their arms and stood at the edge of the square, where the boy was erected by his father and was sitting on top of his father's head, giggling with flaxen hair in his hands.

Amun's gaze stayed on the family for a few seconds before he looked away and turned to Zoya next to him, "What do you think is so special about that 'Good Dream Ceremony'?" ”

"Urorius was able to do this, and it has to do with the rules of 'fate' and the operation of another world, and I can't describe the connection between them in words."

Amon quickly came up with a simple and crude solution: "Then can I steal the corresponding ability from you?" If I can apply that ability directly, I might be able to understand what you can't explain. ”

Zoya was quiet for a while and shook her head: "No, I can't do it." ”

He did not explain the reason further.

The square gradually fell silent, and just as it was getting dark, a middle-aged man in a black priest's robe walked out of the church and came to the front of the square where everyone had gathered, and stood by a round platform with stepping stones.

All the inhabitants who stood there looked up at the familiar face, waiting for it to begin.

As the priest opened his arms to the crowd, he still held the Creator's canon in his hands, and his demeanor was reverent, in line with what a priest should be:

"It is a pleasure to see you here again, my dear brothers and sisters. A new day is about to pass away, and the time of night is coming soon, and may the Creator of all things be glorious in heaven, and God Almighty and the Almighty have mercy on us, so that we may have peace in the world......"

Amon pushed Zoya with his elbow: "This is not the full Mass, they have simplified the process and added extra prayers to the original custom. ”

"Darzyborg doesn't mind such a trifle." Zoya replied gently.

"Of course my father didn't care, it's just that I hated that priest's ambitions,"

Amon looked thoughtfully at the middle-aged man in front of the crowd:

He was not as devout as he appeared, and even gave up the opportunity to become an ascetic. He would come to preside over the church, more to enjoy the life of being respected and praised by the people.

"This ridiculous fellow, he can't afford to go to the bigger cities, so he has to stay in this small town.

"I once stole his dreams, and to be honest, I've stolen a lot of people's dreams, and no matter what they showed, the desires in those dreams seemed more real."

Zoya didn't speak, and a thin stream of silver emerged from under his mask, and soon dissipated into his gaze: "But he also made a vow, and has always fulfilled that vow, dedicating his life to his 'Lord'." ”

Amon laughed lightly, but did not contain any malicious intent: "If you can directly see the development and future of things, then this world is very boring to you?" ”

The pastor had already begun to read a fragment of the holy scriptures, and today he chose the part of the young man's exhortation:

"Light is adorable, and how pleasant it is to be able to enjoy the sunshine!

"Be thankful for each year of life. No matter how long you live on earth, remember that death lasts longer. Everything that will happen is empty. ”

Zoya retorted in a low voice to Amon's previous words: "There is still a limit to what I can see, and so is Urropes, we are lacking and cannot reach the true end of our destiny. ”

"But you have a closer relationship with fate than with Him," Amon lowered his voice, even though no one could hear them, as if to guard against someone might eavesdrop, "Won't your fates interfere with each other?" ”

"No, I'll coordinate such distractions, which is something I already have."

A faint humming sound sounded, and Amon easily understood what Zoya meant, and it was not because of the influence of the path's ability.

"What is the fate of you?" Amon asked curiously.

Zoya shook her head: "In the eyes of people like us, fate is no different from weights and measures such as time and space. ”

Amon quietly digested these words, and realized that Zoya had avoided the point of the matter and never said anything to herself.

The priest's voice still passed through the crowd, melodious and clear, in the quiet square, like some kind of incense to calm the mixed thoughts:

"Young man, live your youth happily! Rejoice while you're young! Do whatever you want! But remember, Lord will judge you according to your deeds.

"Do not let anything annoy you or make you miserable; Because youth cannot last long, it is empty.

"While you are young, remember your Creator. Before the age of old age has come, you have not yet said that 'life is meaningless',

"Remember the sun, the moon, and the stars before they lose their brilliance, and the clouds after the rain before they pass away."

Amon raised his hand and grabbed a hard-shelled beetle hovering at the edge of the crowd, stealing the little thing's ability to fly, leaving it to crawl around in its hand.

Staring at the insect in his palm struggling to turn over, Amon whispered:

"I'm going to trick them into praying so that the end goal is yours, do you think this plan is feasible?"

Zoya looked quietly at the people in the square, only a few had come alone, most of the residents had leaned against their familiar relatives or friends, gathered in small circles, as if they would be clustered after the rain, mushrooms growing from the base of the trees.

As they listened to the priest's reading, some closed their eyes and lips moved slightly, while others looked serenely at the priest, whose black robe was fading into the darkness of the night.

In such a quieter and quieter environment, his chanting voice became louder and louder:

“……

"At that time, the silver slab was broken, the golden lampstand was broken, the rope in the well was broken, and the jug was smashed by the well.

"Our bodies will return to dust; Our breath will return to the Lord who gave life.

"Emptiness, emptiness, the preacher says, everything is emptiness." *

Amon flicked it, and the beetle flew out like a marble, but at the same time gained the ability to fly that was returned.

The frightened beetle flapped its wings frantically, and without even bothering to correct the direction of flight, it pounced directly on the face of someone nearby - this unlucky bastard, the boy who was carried on the shoulder by his father.

Suddenly, a bug hit his eyes, and the boy subconsciously let out an exclamation, let go of the arm around his father's head, and fell backwards in a hurry.

However, his luck was not so bad, and behind the boy was a thatched pile on which he fell straight on, and then he was surrounded by his nervous parents.

Several nearby residents looked back with grief, displeased that someone had disturbed such a serious moment.

Amon didn't look back, as if he hadn't done it all by himself.

The priest's voice, coming from his figure smeared by the night, at least for the moment, was focused on it, undisturbed by anything outside of it:

"When all the words have been said, conclude with one sentence: fear the Lord and observe his teachings, for it is the duty of all men.

"God will judge everything we do, good or evil, even the most secret things."

Zoya pulled Amon's sleeve: "If you're not afraid, then do it." ”

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Amon straightened the monocle in his right eye, his face full of anticipation, "Then this is the secret between us." Don't tell anyone, including my brother, okay? ”

"Okay."

* Ecclesiastes 11:7–12:2, 12:6–12:8, 12:12–12:14