Medici's expression was rarely gloomy, and if he had something to look up to, it would have been angry on the spot, unless he kept this annoyance in his heart and hatched a conspiracy to inflict a hard blow on the other side.

Rarely did He have such an empty gaze as he does now.

The "Red Angel", who has always been emotionally distinct, has a calm expression at the moment, as if he has been infected by Ulorius, but judging from his legs on the stone table,

Ulorius sat beside him, his eyes closed, but his brow furrowed slightly, revealing a little melancholy on his otherwise sculpturally perfect face.

"Orochi, what are you thinking?" Medici, whose eyes were empty, couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know ...... either" Ulorius shook his head slowly, his frown gradually dissipating because of Medici's question.

"So you didn't think anything about it?" Medici sighed vigorously, then looked up at the sun high in the sky without saying a word.

"I don't know." The hesitation between Ulorius's words was gone, and he opened his eyes, and under the silver eyelashes were pale and calm eyes, "Fate has no revelation, only chaos. ”

Medici sat up straight and looked at Ulorius with a serious face: "What about fate besides?" It's all this time, do you also want to ask for the guidance of fate? ”

Ulorius's eyes showed a little confusion, but just seeing that look, Medici could understand the rhetorical question of "what else" in it.

As a "hunter", Medici really couldn't figure this out: "You, if one day we have to face a choice between life and death, do you also have to follow the will of fate and let what can be prevented from happening?" ”

Ulorius looked at Medici quietly, and after a moment of thought, he finally just nodded.

Medici held his chin with one hand and muttered, "Sure enough, this will be your answer, I have thought of it a long time ago, and it is really boring......"

After another moment of silence, Medici turned his head: "No matter what fate gives you, do you accept it so calmly?" ”

"Yes."

"I'm bored to death." Medici looked away, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black bird shadow flapping its wings in the sunlight.

The bird's shadow zoomed in, and the pitch-black crow fell from mid-air, but just as it was about to step on top of Medici's head, a fire lit up between Medici's bright red hair. This forces the crow to steal the space and shift the foothold before being burned to ashes, and step on the head of Ulorius on the other side.

The phantom of the silver Mobius aura passed through the body, and the crow with white eyes still looked left and right, but there was no "restart" power to activate, so it retracted its wings and stood firm on its long, silky silver hair.

"Yo, little crow, I haven't seen you in a long time."

Medici lazily withdrew the flames above his head, just looking at the malicious smile on his face, ready to do it again at any moment.

The raven stood above Ulorius's head and glared at Medici condescendingly: "It didn't take long, don't you often see my doppelganger?" It's a shame that your attack is too predictable. ”

Medici snorted heavily from his nostrils and asked bluntly, "Look, you've been sneaking around lately, what are you up to?" ”

"I'm investigating your plot." The black crow replied with a smile.

Medici didn't show any surprise, but smirked: "Very well, if you don't notice anything, then I'm going to laugh at you." ”

"What you say sounds really uncomfortable, why do you seem to be boasting about yourself?"

"Of course, you've stolen so many ideas from me, and if you haven't grown up, I'll suspect you're as brainless as Leodro."

The crow smacked his lips, moved his paws, and shook off a few strands of silver hair wrapped around his toes: "It's not easy, you're actually praising me." ”

"That's right, you have half of your brain, and the other half is parasitic on others." Medici laughed to himself when he said this, ignoring the crow's increasingly unkind gaze.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" The crow's voice was colder and harder than usual, with the hoarse feeling characteristic of the crow's voice.

"It's none of your business, little crow, you just need to know that." Medici replied with a smile.

Without waiting for Medici to say anything more, Ulorius suddenly spoke: "It's a secret." ”

The raven's eyes flickered suddenly, and it spread its wings and flew to the nearby rooftop, looking at Ulorius from afar.

Ulorius's pale eyes followed the crow, and what was reflected in his eyes was a long river of silver and white full of whirlpools and splashes.

"I don't think you can see anything."

"I didn't see it, I just knew." Ulorius said this, and sighed softly.

The crow seemed to be stimulated by Ulorius's unusual attitude, and at some point he quickly flapped his wings and flew into the sky again.

Medici looked in the direction Amon had left and flicked off an ant that was climbing up the edge of the seat, which angrily flicked its whitish right tentacle and tumbled to the ground, out of breath.

The red flame swirled in the air nearby, and Medici looked satisfied, and he turned his head to look at Ulorius, who had closed his eyes again: "What secret, will make the little crow afraid?" Tell me that I might as well threaten Him next time. ”

Ulorius tilted his head: "It's just...... A secret. ”

"But you will also play tricks and deliberately bring up this 'secret', so that he will discourage the intention of continuing to entangle." Medici chuckled, but the smile on his lips faded, "The feeling of having too many secrets is really annoying." ”

He really prefers a conspiracy that is in his own hands.

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"The wisdom of a wise man finds him the way in which he should go; The clumsiness of the stupid man deceives himself.

"A fool sins and refuses to repent; Righteous people seek forgiveness from one another.

"The anguish of the heart cannot be shared by others; The joy of the heart cannot be shared by others.

"The house of the wicked will fall; The house of the upright will stand.

"There are paths that seem to be righteous, but they lead to death......"*

The quill hangs at the end of the sentence, and I don't know if I forgot the next sentence or simply didn't want to continue writing.

The soft breeze overhead, making the branches and leaves of the olive trees sway slightly, and the junction of shadow and light falls on the paper, distorting the writer's gaze, giving the quiet words their own vitality, as if they are about to stand out at any moment, crawling out of the planned rows and columns.

The story is out of control, but where does it go?

Adam's eyes were as clear as a child's, and he gently swept the sentences he had written, the tip of his pen trembling slightly, but he never continued to write, and he felt a little uneasy.

From the subconscious sea? Spiritual intuition? Or is it some kind of negative premonition that comes from watching events go on and speculating about the direction of the story?

Adam put down the quill and rolled up the parchment in his hand, and the imaginary scroll gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared into the palm of his hand.

As if stepping on the right moment, a black figure suddenly appeared beside Adam and slapped him on the shoulder.

Amun, who was wearing a peaked soft hat and a black linen robe, pinched the monocle at his right eye: "It's a little strange, you are actually empty-handed, because you know that I will come to you?" ”

"No, it's just a little bit of a doubt about what I wrote before." Adam smiled kindly, "Are you visiting Zoya again?" ”

Amon looked into the depths of the intricate patterns, a lone figure on a bench, like a dead tree growing in the black desert.

The black-haired Miko smiled casually: "There is no point in visiting Him. ”

"What did you find again?" Adam asked.

"My father called me over and told me not to disturb them."

After a pause of two seconds, Amon couldn't help but laugh, just listening to his cheerful tone, which was the opposite of the dissatisfaction in what he said:

"I was only halfway through my investigation, so I was persuaded by my father to abandon it. Until now, there have been priests and pastors who have begun to confess to their fathers, because they have doubts in their hearts, and there are rumors of uneasiness among the believers, and even they have smelled disturbing differences.

"I listened and watched the changes under the covert shelter, and even after losing a few clones to it, I couldn't do anything. My brother, who has had his wings cut off and his tongue cut off, what else do you think I can find? What else should be discovered? ”

As Amon spoke, his gaze did not fall on Adam, but in Zoya's direction, as if the complaint in his words was not directed at Adam, but at the silver-haired body sitting in the middle of the strange circle.

"You think it has something to do with Him." Adam didn't even need much analysis, he knew his brother very well.

"It's about you, isn't it?" Amon turned his head, and when the smile on his face completely disappeared, his thin cheeks became a little mean, and his cold eyes were very detached, "Only I am blinded." ”

It's not like that. Adam wanted to say this, but when Amon's gaze swept over Adam's wrist, the bracelet made of olive branches stinged like a thorn, making it impossible to say it anymore.

"Is it because I'm not good enough? Am I too far from my father's expectations? Amon muttered to himself.

It was only because he was standing beside Him that Adam heard these two words very clearly.

Quiet, fortunately there is the slight sound of the wind passing through the leaves, so that this quiet time is not too lonely.

Adam touched the olive branch on his right wrist and said softly, "If you want, I can help you write a little beginning of the story." ”

Amon looked at Adam for a moment, then smiled brightly, "Really? First of all, I don't have anything to say thank you. But if there's anything you want to steal, you can tell me. ”

"No, you don't." Adam's hand unfolded again, and the imaginary parchment scroll, gradually extending and rolling down on his left hand, was blank, "What do you want to write?" ”

"You're better at this than I am, so it's up to you." Amon said as if he didn't care, but his eyes stayed on the bottom of the quill.

Adam looked at Zoya in the distance, and the quill swiped slightly, leaving black handwriting:

"Laughter can cover sorrow, but it does not last long, and once the joy is over, the sorrow remains.

"There is an end to the lost road, and how will those who wake up from their sleep see their dreams?

"The Day Has Come,......"

The quill suddenly stopped at the end, and a black mark was made on the parchment, as if it had blackened a name that should have fallen there.

The wind died down.

* Proverbs 14:8-12, 14:13