"Spear?"

The Celebrant met the inquiring gaze of the voyeur and nodded, "Yes, some kind of rule-based weapon. The rules are biased towards the passing of death. After I was hit, the connection between the severed limb and the origin began to be gradually erased, but thanks to Fran's blessing, the connection has now been completely solidified, and it has not deteriorated......"

"Death-biased rules, Hannah?"

The Dead Emperor frowned, obviously not having a good impression of the god who didn't end well.

The Crazy Lady lay in the arms of the celebrant and put the wine on the table into her red lips, "It shouldn't be the little mouse who stole food, although that guy's power is disgusting, it shouldn't have such a strong power......"

"Meow~The mundane power that can hurt the gods, it sounds familiar~" The dark cloud licked his paws, meaning something, "The passing of bias towards death means that there is some kind of power that can erase the connection~"

For a while, there was silence during the banquet, and then the celebrants suddenly laughed happily, "Don't say this, today is Fran's banquet, you have to go home happy." ”

Obviously, he didn't want to explain the secrets of Fang Cai's words in detail, but this didn't mean that it wasn't a good thing, at least in Furlong's opinion, the more you knew, the less necessarily a good thing. But these existential conversations did make Fran feel a little creepy, a fear of biological instinct, a fear of the unknown.

Masked servants weave between the guests, and trays of beautifully prepared food are placed on wooden trays in their hands. In the mistly heat, the fragrant food is placed on the short table of the guests, and after the toast, the feast begins.

The banquet, which had been somewhat silent, began to be lively at this time, and all kinds of guests no longer stuck to the restrictions of etiquette, but wandered around with wine glasses, talking to acquaintances, or meeting some people who might be useful in the future. 、

Under the high platform, the cups are staggered, so it is not lively, and above the high platform, it is a ......

Mess......

The reason was that Wuyun saw a plate of beautifully made dried fish jelly that was served to the short table of the celebrants, and then pulled the corner of Fran's clothes and kept complaining about Fran's partiality with tears in his eyes. Then, in the obvious deliberate coquettish laughter of the crazy lady, she had to ask the old butler to go to the back kitchen and order that the voyeur in her arms also have a fish jelly.

The banqueters were as always, happily hugging the crazy lady in their arms, picking up chopsticks, and constantly stuffing all kinds of delicacies into their mouths, occasionally commenting a few words, and the Dan Shi behind him wrote down the names of the dishes quite seriously, and when the banquet was over, he sent the comments of the banqueters to those chefs word for word according to the names of the dishes recorded in the book.

This is the review of the world's best gourmets, and it is also the dream of many chefs.

If the news of the banqueter's arrival at the banquet can be released, countless chefs will be moved by the sound and come from thousands of miles to bring their own ingredients, just to integrate their life's learning into a dish and dedicate it to the banqueter. It is true that the Feaster is one of many evil gods in Orin, but among the countless planes, there are gods who are more polluting than him and have a worse personality than him. On the contrary, it is a lazy revelator, but because of his indisputable nature, he is quite popular with the world. Among them, including the vast majority of chefs, after all, if you can meet a customer who can eat and love food, the chef will also smile, right?

Moreover, the revelator is never stingy with his own comments, and whoever makes a dish, after tasting it, knows who the dish comes from, which is a force of rules that is derived from his power, and if it is the first time he eats the work of the cook, the revelator will generally make a simple and to the point comment.

This is also the only effective and only way for Him to take the initiative to attract believers.

If he could make food in his mortal body that would surprise the feasters, then the generous god would not hesitate to give his strength to lead the lucky man on another higher and wider path to the chef.

All this was explained to Fran by the voyeur in Fran's arms, who was struggling to eat fish jelly.

Hearing a cat and a person talking about themselves beside him, the celebrants laughed happily, and the chopsticks in their hands flew quickly, without stopping at all. Fran, who drank the mantra, was a little dizzy, and motioned to the old butler behind him to change to a cup of strong tea, and looked at the titular father beside him with interest.

The celebrant noticed Fran's gaze, and the chopsticks in his hand did not stop, but changed from feeding to himself to the beauty in his arms. The red lips of the lady of the banquet were slightly open, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of standard sweet friendship, which was true and false, except for himself, I am afraid no one knew.

"Don't be restrained, if you have anything you want to ask, feel free to ask." The revelator's voice was gentle, and he seemed to be extremely patient, "I will answer everything I can tell you." ”

Fran was ingested too much mantra, causing his face to be quite ruddy at this time, "Are you really my father?" ”

Dan Yan, who was standing behind the celebrants, rolled his eyes when he heard this, and then wondered in his heart, did he prepare too many mantras for this guy, how could he feel that Furlong was not quite right.

"Not in the biological sense of your human being. But in terms of the origin of the soul, part of you comes from me. So, whether I'm your father or not depends on whether you recognize me as an unobtrusive guy and whether you can be your father. The revelator smiled and said, "Of course, child, don't worry, I have a lot of time." I can wait slowly. One day, you will willingly call me a father......"

"And a mother!" The crazy lady who was chewing something in her mouth muttered inarticulate as a little woman.

The feaster laughed and stuffed the dish with enough to plug the red lips into the tempting red lips without hesitation.

Fran let out a long breath, apparently trying his best to understand the words from the mouth of the revelator, and after a while, he was like a confused child standing at a fork in the road of life, not knowing where to go, and wanted to ask his elders, hoping for some guidance.

"What do you think I should do?"

He didn't say what to do, but Fran was very sure that the happy-looking revelator would know what he was thinking. Where is there a father who does not understand his son?

Sure enough, the celebrant did not disappoint Fran, he put the chopsticks in his hand on the table, patted the crazy lady in his arms, signaled him to do it, and then said quite seriously in a gesture that he had never done before.

"I'm not a good father, and I was absent from your whole upbringing, and it wasn't until you started touching that little toy called the Feast that I realized that you weren't the Extraordinary One I had polluted, but a close relative to me.

But I know you, little one, and after I realized your existence, I used as much as I could to use the power of the church and some old friends to try to understand what kind of person you really are in every way. But in the end, I came to the headache conclusion that you are not a good child, you are a stubborn, stubborn, bigoted, hypocritical, selfish, insecure, and extremely unwilling to owe anything to others. But the more I get to know you, the more interested I am in you. In the same way, the more I feel that I am a failed father.

Because of the nearly ten years of not leaving the house, I have missed many opportunities to help live a less tiring life, although I know that you will not be angry with me because of this, but when you think about it, there is still something indebted. Even this mad woman in my arms knew about your existence before I did.

This is what I owe to you.

But now, Fran, you ask me, what are you going to do? As a failed unqualified father, would I still have any hard demands on you? Go play, go make trouble, just have fun, whether it's a feast, or the divinity and humanity in your body, or other things, follow your heart, follow your nature. As the son of a god, you have the power to be willful, leave all those troubles to your brother, and you can live happily by your own nature, by your friend's side. But will you really be what I say? ”

Dan Yan rolled his eyes behind the celebrator, and finally couldn't suppress the resentment in his heart, and punched the celebrator's arm, but the celebrant was not annoyed, and patted his eldest son casually as a comforter, and continued to look at the younger son who was a headache.

"I've been wandering around you since I discovered you, and I think you've felt it too. In the battle against Hannah, as long as you touch the connection that has always been in the depths of your soul, I will fight to get rid of another piece of flesh, and directly come down to the body to help you crush that stinky rat to ashes.

But......

You'd rather expose the secret of your power than call out to me. This is your way of doing it as always, and I would love to tell you why you should bear such a heavy burden on your own. I want to tell you, just let it go, if one day something big happens, don't panic, just shout at me, and I'll happily run out and wipe your ass. If one god can't erase it, pull a few more gods. ”

His purple eyes were beautiful and evil, but the concern was not false at all, "But...... Fran, my dear son, tell me in all seriousness that before you die, will you call me like that? ”

Fran was silent, this answer is not difficult to come by, the difficult thing is how to say it.

But the celebrants did not panic at all, just quietly waiting for Fran's answer. The Dead Emperor and the Pawn also looked at the conflicting father and son with interest.

Even the most noisy ladies and voyeurs of the past waited quietly for Fran's answer.