"I thought you liked it." Shelley laughed profusely and leaned over to place her chin on the little protologist's shoulder. Her skin was cold and white, with a pale blue-green color that had not been seen for a long time. Even so close, he couldn't feel the rise and fall of the other's chest, or the breath of the tip of his nose. She hugged Luo Jia like this with a smile, as cold and graceful as a porcelain doll.

Luo Jia turned his head away, expressing some resistance with his actions. He was pressed back to the back of his head, forced to stare at those dark brown eyes. Even though Shelley polished the replacement crystal very finely, some differences could be discerned. Pieced together with the details that she never blinked, it was always a reminder that the original body was already a corpse.

Roga didn't know why Shelley did this. Maybe the lens was rotting too quickly, or maybe she liked the inhuman atmosphere in the first place. The Technopriest was perfectly equipped to be completely mechanical, but she still insisted on preserving the fragile epidermis of her hands and face—or, rather, carefully maintaining them, and it took a lot of thought for her to keep the thin layer of skin on the metal alive.

She laughed again, the light casting a warm hue between her brows. "But aren't you the little poison you used for us?" She reached out and straightened the broken hair on Luo Jia's forehead. "How would we have eaten through their armor, their rotten hearts and lungs, without you wicked and beautiful little fellow."

Roga didn't answer, he was used to Shelley's occasional madness. Compared to when he dealt with three, it was very lenient now. He hugged the other man's neck and leaned over and pressed his face against his cold cheek. When he wanted to get up, Shelley hugged the little protoplasma with his backhand.

"What's wrong?" Luo Jia leaned against the other party's neck and asked sullenly.

"Nothing...... Just wanted to ask, would you be willing to make this dose of poison? You know, you don't have to help them. ”

Luo Jia thought for a moment. "There's nothing special about it, it's just ...... Since that Enid told me so much and made me their king, then I will help them. ”

He glanced at the old woman's sword that lay on the table. The embarrassing thing was that he couldn't hold the sword at that time, but everyone present was able to pick it up easily, and they all felt that its weight was mediocre. This even includes Lilith, possessed by Shelley. When her thin arm lightly raised the seemingly ordinary longsword, the original almost wanted to turn around and run into the desert.

In the end, of course, he didn't, because he knew he would be caught.

"And doesn't that Grim Reaper know where I came from? Although he didn't say anything useful. But since my father made me, I must do something to show him. Luo Jia was a little shy this time, and he snorted several times before he spoke.

"Oh......" Shelley stroked his back, "that's good." Reminds me of our king...... He is young and vicissitudes, beautiful and withered, in short, as long as you look at him, you know that he is destined to return. ”

Luo Jia's attention was drawn to her words. "And then?" He asked.

"And then? I met him, and I haven't seen anything bright since. All light dimmed in my eyes. It was a very dark time, Roga. I beseech him to be our king and redeem us all......"

Luo Jia vaguely felt her chest tremble. He chalked it up to delusion. It's long overdue for this body to lose that function.

"Hmm...... Then he asked me what kind of salvation I wanted, and I didn't answer. He shook his head and walked away with the woman. I tried to stop it, but a force froze me. He didn't want to be bothered. ”

Luo Jia opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. Shelley's voice was so soft that it seemed to be cut off by a breeze: "The things in those nightmares came to me later, and I betrayed him and cut him off. Even though my soul was still so empty, I didn't choose to exchange his blood for twenty silver coins. Maybe I should change it, you know? At least I can be the Judas of Nazareth instead of watching the Savior be his carpenter in peace. ”

"Shelley......" he said with difficulty.

"Why do you think so, Roga? What did we do wrong to make him unwilling to save? Do we really deserve this fate? Is it because of the indulging of the breeding of evil, or is it the desire for depravity? ”

The little proto-primordial was silent, searching his brain for comforting words suitable for the moment, and then had to admit that he had failed. He put his arms around Shelley's neck and stammered, "I...... I don't know, but maybe...... He didn't know what to do. ”

He found a little bit of confidence. "Oh you see, when they saw me, what did they say about the young king, the children of the damned, and so on. Some call me the Queen's messenger, others say I am her enemy. But...... I don't know anything, right? I'm just trying to do it. To be honest, they said 10,000 riddles, so they might as well help me sort out how to do it...... Shelley? Shelley? Are you listening? ”

After a long, long silence for so long that the air froze, he heard a soft sigh from above his head: "Ah...... Is that so? ”

Luo Jia became nervous: "I...... I'll just talk about it. ”

"It's okay, you're saying it well." Shelley touched his head and looked up at the clock. "By the standard, it's time for you to rest. Go to sleep. She got up and walked out the door, without looking back, almost in a hurry to escape. She paused as she pressed the doorknob, as if she wanted to say something, but pushed the door open and left.

Luo Jia watched the other party's back disappear behind the door a little melancholy, and pulled his hair for his clumsy tongue. He sat back at his desk in frustration, looking at the paper full of marks, and no longer had the heart to continue analyzing.

"Write and write, or air-to-air." He muttered, simply tossing the pen full of tooth marks. Jumped out of the chair and lay down on the bed, staring at the astrological chart on the ceiling with his arms behind his head.

The Temple of Kane does not have a single window from the main hall to the bedroom, which makes the room inevitably seem a little oppressive. But the elves prefer to use a complex ductwork system to ensure ventilation.

Roga asked about this, and Helriben replied that it was for safety, and that being able to see the stars at night would increase unnecessary danger. She also warned Luo Jia to stay away from or cover everything that could reflect light as much as possible after dark, otherwise it would increase the risk of mental disorientation and even attract the attention of Void Predators.

Luo Jia can say that these are unheard of. Needless to say, he and Narek had never heard of such a taboo when they were sleeping in the desert. But on second thought, Narek probably didn't bother to care if he knew......

Oh, and that doesn't mean that you've never had access to relevant information. He remembered the crazy child who his adoptive mother had mentioned looking at the stars, and even in the remote village where she once lived, the fear of the starry sky still weighed heavily on everyone's back. This kind of thinking goes far deeper than ordinary superstition can do, and has become the norm of life for people on Colchages.

But Roga was not convinced, and many times he lay on the smooth sand, with the massive wreckage of the Twilight Star behind him, cocked like a stranded ship. And he bit a blade of grass and looked intently at the twinkling stars in the sky, thinking about the exciting story that Shelley and the others had told. Sometimes a Victor would sit or lie next to him, pinching a twig and entertaining the scorpions on a daily basis.

Once, half-asleep, Roga saw the rising morning light in the sky as a giant with a burning crown. He came for Him, and He stretched out His hand to take Him. When he woke up, he found himself in tears for no apparent reason.

Now he saw the giant again, with eyes like fire and skin of obsidian. He rode on a horse all golden and descended on the yellow sands of Colchis, wrapped in a dull and barren color, as beautiful as a dream.

The giant lowered his head, his aura burning Roga's eyes, but he fell to his knees and reached out to try to touch the misty corners of his clothes. Tears of ecstasy burned hot from the heat emanating from the giant's body, and he realized that he would never love anyone or anything more than he had ever been. But he was not saddened by it.

He spoke, and his voice sounded like molten crystal.

"Go to Bethlehem and find yourself, and you will find me."