"But there's one more problem. What are you going to do with those two 'young children', the gracious Father, the children of the Great Creator? Amanisis asked.

He knew how Darriberg had given birth to the two "sons of God," but he didn't know much more about it, especially if Darriberg and Sasriel had deliberately concealed it.

Sasriel didn't expect Amanisis to bring up Amon and Adam's situation, but he and Darriberg had already planned: "They won't be involved." ”

"Why? I thought they would be more than willing to help with that. ”

Sasriel pointed to himself: "Just like me, they were born for a special reason, and I don't want them to be involved in this, because I am afraid that something might go wrong with them." ”

The corners of Amanis's mouth curled slightly: "I see, I thought that you were a father who had too deep feelings for them, and didn't want your children to have accidents in the process." ”

Saslier said calmly: "What you said is also one of the reasons I have considered. ”

"You're serious...... Amanisis sighed silently, "Hidden authority can resist most probes, but it can't confront your essentia head-on, you should know it." ”

"It's something we've discussed, and I remember of course," Sasriel said, raising his right hand and showing Amanisis the ring of thorns he was wearing, "and I've used some less formal means as well." ”

"Not quite formal?" Amanisis glanced at the ring of thorns, "I see, I'm still wondering if you have a new symbol, it turns out that you used that fairy tale ......"

"After all, the two protagonists of the story have no opinion, so our initial plan is quite smooth." Sasriel turned the ring of thorns on his wrist with a very calm expression.

When the raised spikes scraped against the skin, there was not much stinging, and the material used to make it was relatively soft, not an ordinary thorn vine, and it had been specially concocted by Dariberg and soaked in a certain ocean for a while.

On the other hand, another bracelet has also had the same process.

Amanisis nodded: "And then Zoya will give it to you?" ”

"It's Zoya's craft."

"Then I can tell that He's not good at that."

Sasriel cleared his throat: "Well, that's true, Zoya used the 'restart' ...... quite a few times when weaving the ring."

Amanisis withdrew his gaze from the thorns: "What about the other olive branch rings and garlands?" ”

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"Adam, Adam, Adam......"

A branch happened to fall from the olive tree, but it failed to hit the crow's head, and the black crow was already standing in another treetop in an instant.

But it kept its mouth shut, and the crow stared at the tree with obvious annoyance in its eyes. Suddenly, there was another figure, which seemed to be standing there all along, never moving, just unnoticed by the crow. The man held a quill in his hand that kept moving on the paper, and he was concentrating on what he was writing.

The crow didn't say a word, and held it like this for a few minutes, and then the blonde-haired young man Miko raised his head: "You don't have to shout so many times." ”

"I've found the source of that story."

Adam's right hand wearing the olive branch bracelet paused, the quill hanging on the paper for a long time, and he sighed softly: "You have made a new discovery?" ”

"All I can think of is coming to you for advice, Zoya...... He certainly wouldn't discuss it with me. ”

The black crow fell from the branch and flew to Adam and crouched on his shoulder, but when the doppelganger looked up at the parchment, he couldn't read a word, and couldn't understand what was written on it.

It is clear that this is Adam who interfered with it with his power.

"He's in a terrible state, you shouldn't bother Him anymore." Adam whispered, "You're still trying to crack the effect of that ritual circle?" ”

"I have a clue, but I'm not looking for you for this." The black bird jumped onto his brother's arm, and as the disgruntled crow lowered its head to peck at the olive branch bracelet, Adam shook his wrist, forcing the crow to spread its wings again and fly upward.

The black shadow circled twice above Adam's head, then fell to Adam's shoulder, and regained his footing: "The source of the lark legend is a group of cultists. They don't believe in the Father, but they believe in the 'night'. ”

Adam's eyes widened slightly, and he thoughtfully dotted the paper with a quill pen:

I see, it makes sense.

"The story of the lark and his father is a 'bedtime fairy tale' in most people's minds, but in fact, they don't hear it, they dream about it, and think they have heard it somewhere.

"I've seen it many times when I've been in the subconscious ocean or in my dreams. The larks in the dream have a very distinct direction, and their appearance is not ordinary birds, but the color of their feathers and light-colored eyes that have been changed when Zoya is attached to her body. ”

The raven jumped several times on Adam's shoulder, and as if he didn't feel relieved, he jumped on Adam's head twice more.

Adam brushed away a few strands of shredded hair in front of him: "I didn't tell you because I don't know where it came from, and if you know about it, you will definitely dig deeper." ”

The crow thought for two seconds, and simply squatted on the head of the blonde Miko: "Even if you are lying now, I can't see it." ”

Adam's eyes focused on the air: "Before this, the father had not started searching for the cultists......"

"If I were to track them down, do you think that there would be a conflict between the 'dark night' and my father, and that would threaten my father's followers?"

Adam bowed slightly: "It's just a possibility." ”

"But I could have provoked Medici to do it, with just a little lie, and not myself." The crow said calmly.

After a moment of silence, Adam stretched out his left hand and landed on top of his head. The crow, who was very good at making trouble, jumped on Adam's left arm in tacit understanding, allowing Adam to hold himself.

Adam's smile revealed a little helplessness: "Amon, don't check again." ”

The raven's obsidian eyes rolled, and it was obvious that he was thinking about something: "Then you can lend me that bracelet." ”

"Nope."

"I know Sasliel has a ring of thorns too." The crow suddenly said, "What's so special about it?" ”

Adam didn't speak.

The crow continued to chatter: "So it must have some kind of effect, but just looking at it like this, I can't dissect its specialness." I asked Sasriel about it, but he firmly rejected me, and even spoke in the same tone as you!

"There is also a rejected wreath in the story, is that wreath from my father?"

"If you really want that, why don't you ask Zoya?" When Adam made this proposal, he remembered the day his father gave him the olive ring.

——

This is not only a special blessing, but also an anchor that can better maintain your self-awareness. As long as you don't suffer from too strong pollution, it protects you well. ”

Darzyberg leaned down slightly and spread his palm in front of Adam, revealing the gift in his palm.

Adam respectfully took the bracelet from his father, and as a son who had received a valuable gift from his father, he was also curious about the gift and looked at it carefully.

It was a very rough circle of olive branches, unpolished, with a few green leaves attached to it.

Adam's fingers were carefully rubbed on the outside, and the branches were a little prickly.

It can be seen that the weaver's craftsmanship is very bad, and I don't know if the fingers are not sensitive enough to do this kind of thing, or if the material chosen is not suitable.

Although the bracelet can eventually be wrapped together, it is only a balance that can be maintained at the limit, and if an external force pulls too fiercely, it probably won't last a few times, and there will be a place where it will break.

"Thank you, father, I love it." Adam responded.

But this reply is more like a scene, although this gift is important, but for a "spectator" who is in good condition and is least likely to get out of control, this bracelet does not seem to be so important.

Adam apparently hesitated, and asked his father bluntly, "But Amun is not here, does he not have his share?" ”

Because they are twin brothers, although the two are very different in many ways, they have one thing in common, Adam and Amon both regard each other as the closest person besides their father.

Adam was also accustomed to his father's "fairness", and the two brothers always got the same thing, no matter what it was, it would inevitably be a double share - one for Amon and one for Adam himself.

"No, it's just for you." Darzyberg patted Adam on the shoulder, his gaze gentle, but his hand strong.

"Just for my ......" The peace on Adam's face cracked slightly, and his confused gaze shifted from his father's face to the olive branch braided in his hand.

"Is that good?" Adam asked quietly.

Darriberg nodded vigorously: "I'll leave it to you, remember to keep it." ”

Although Adam did not hear any special emotions in his father's words, he had a faint sense of something strange and said to his father, "Yes, I will." ”

Darzyberg leaned forward, hugged the boy who looked many similars to him when he was younger, and patted the back of the "Fantasy Angel" vigorously. This action lasted for a moment, and then Dargeberg stepped back a little, but his hands were still on Adam's shoulders, as if he was reluctant to let go.

Adam's eyes were as clear as a child's, reflecting his father's compassionate smile.

Dari Bogra took Adam's right hand and put the rough bracelet on it: "You are Adam, my eldest son." In that distant future, you will be the Savior of all living beings. ”

Adam nodded, "I understand, father. (End of chapter)