Jehovah has not fallen into a deep sleep lately, which is a bit of an anomaly.

He sat on the high staircase, his face tilted, and let the clouds carry his white hair to and fro around him in a circle, and one of the clouds stayed under the elbow of the Lord, lest he accidentally fall directly on the staircase.

Jehovah's good temper pleased the clouds that were plastered on the walls as frescoes, and they flew about as if they were partying, occasionally colliding with other bodies and merging with them.

When Michael entered, a soft cloud was right on his face.

The clouds quickly disappeared, and before Michael could do anything, the clouds hid behind the Lord as if he had bullied them.

"They tell me, 'Something happened to the tree of life?" Jehovah opened his eyes, and his white pupils could not tell where he was looking.

They, of course, refer to these clouds. If Jehovah so wills, he will know what is happening wherever the clouds pass. But the law is above, and the more you know, the more you lose. The affairs of the world are in the hands of the angels, and this angelic world, he may not have explored it for a long time.

Not surprised at how Jehovah knew, Michael replied respectfully: "But a dirty worm was accidentally put in it, and it was nothing serious." ”

"That child is also pitiful, he hasn't grown up for so many years, it's all Raphael's connivance. The Lord was speaking, but his voice came from a cloud that floated in front of Michael. He just lazily changed his position, and yawned as if he was very sleepy, "You can just lock her up for a few days, after all, it's not good for the guardian angel to be absent for too long." ”

"What about Raphael?"

Michael said, "In Cain's hands, he hid in the world, and for the time being he could not know his exact location." ”

"Cain, I've heard this name a lot lately, but leave him alone, he's just been provoked by someone else. Jehovah's word reveals a great deal.

Adam and Eve were not the most perfect human beings in Yahweh's Garden of Eden, and Cain, who was born after their exile, was the most perfect human being, but he killed his brother and laid down his sins of homicide and lies.

Michael did not understand why Jehovah would tolerate a filthy man who lived on human blood, but now it seems that there was a reason. Someone was between Cain and Jehovah.

Jehovah stretched out his hand to tease a white cloud, pinching it left and right, "This is a good place and a bad place." Flowers bloom in the mire, just like Alai. Moths can also grow in the fresh garden, just like ······"

The cloud was pinched into a white child, about a year old, sleeping peacefully with his thumb in his mouth.

"Seraphic Michael, that starrail city has been empty for too long, it's time for a wise angel to move in. Raphael is the perfect heir, and it may take eighteen years to grow up on earth, but it's up to you to do it, in a moment. Let him kill that prince, and then come back to succeed him as the wise angel. ”

Nothing can make Yahweh say twice, except this time about the wise angels. Michael agreed, and since it was a foregone conclusion, there was no way to change it. Rather, he wanted to see what Raphael had to make Jehovah speak for him twice.

As Yahweh watched Michael walk out of the temple, he rubbed his index finger and thumb together and out of thin air a plump petal appeared on it, along with a hidden white thread, which slowly disappeared, as if someone had eaten it in one bite.

"Finally eat, Isa, we're going to meet again. ”