Dream

In the next few days, Christine became elusive and seemed very busy.

On the contrary, Nasir began to strictly supervise Mason's study plan, and the latter had to return to his study.

If Christine is a loving father, then Nasir is a strict mother. He only delivers meals to the door every day, and does not care how much you eat or whether it suits your appetite.

As long as it's edible, why do you have such high requirements? Knowledge is the best food!

Inspired by this, Mason rediscovered the mystery of knowledge and began to study spontaneously. Seeing how self-aware he was, Nasir relaxed his management. In order to supervise him, he also delayed a lot of research progress, so he took some time off to make up for it.

The two of them studied together peacefully, and it could be said that they were thriving.

Although Canaan's body was not tired at all, Mason felt very sleepy that day. The sleepiness was like a soft and thick cotton quilt, which made him sink into it unconsciously. The book in the hands of the silver-haired child fell down and was caught by a slender hand.

"Your Majesty, this is the sanctuary of the God of Death. Is it inappropriate for you to do this?"

A cold voice sounded, and Nasir put the book that had nearly fallen to the ground back on the table, where the cub was sleeping soundly. He looked into the void, and after a long while, a voice as cool as the night came out.

"Sorry, this child has a special physique. We need to let him sleep for a while."

"I believe Your Majesty knows what's appropriate."

It was quite rude for a mortal to say this, but the Goddess of Night actually accepted it.

"I will give an explanation to the God of Death, His Spokesman."

This is a very special title. Normally, the gods would only address the popes of various churches in this way. They are the gods' representatives on earth, and normally the gods would not insult them too much.

Nasir stopped talking. He bent down, picked up the cub, carried him to the bed, covered him with a blanket, and left.

Mason was in a trance.

He was just in the study, but now he was in front of an incredibly beautiful garden.

Rose-wrapped railings protected the garden, violets and tulips bloomed in competition, and ivy hung down from the garden gate, weaving a verdant curtain.

There is a faint scent of flowers in the air, and you can see all the flowers in the world. The boundaries between spring, summer, autumn and winter are blurred here, the songs of nightingales and orioles are melodious, and occasionally you can hear the gentle, clear laughter of children like spring water.

But among these beautiful flowers, the most eye-catching is the rose.

Red roses, blue roses, yellow roses, white roses...all kinds of roses are in full bloom, with clear dewdrops condensed on their petals.

There was a man standing in front of the roses, with his back to the door, pruning the branches.

Mason could only see the other person's back. The back was slender and beautiful, reminding him of his mother, a long-lost friend, and some of the most important people in his life.

"The God of the Burning Sun is right. You are a beautiful child. It is rare that He has good taste."

Hearing the sound, He turned around, holding a freshly cut rose between his fingers. Unlike the God of the Sun, His face changes all the time in various ages and genders.

You can find in Him the loving motherhood, the purity of a young girl, the heroic spirit of a young man, the flawlessness of a child...It is not an empty appearance, but a temperament full of charm.

The goddess of beauty took the initiative to walk towards him, smiled with pursed lips, her eyes moved, and her voice was like ten thousand flowers blooming at the same time.

"Am I beautiful?"

Mason nodded honestly. The goddess of beauty smiled happily, and she reached out to stroke the silver-haired cub's hair. It was easy to tell that she was in a good mood.

"I'm beginning to like you. The Sun God said a lot of good things about you and said we would regret it if we didn't come to see you."

"But if you want to be recognized by us, it is not enough to be beautiful on the outside. Beauty fades and youth is fleeting. Only when the mind is as beautiful as the outside can we recognize you."

He held her cheek and asked softly, "Are you willing to give everything for your ideal? No matter what happens, let your heart never be dusty, but as clear as crystal."

Mason answered without hesitation: "Yes, I do."

A crawling sound came from his shadow, and two snakes entangled his legs, one on the left and one on the right. The left one was like gold, and the right one was like silver.

They have ruby-like eyes and hiss like men and women.

"You are not an idealist like Christine. But are you still willing to risk your life to save others? Even if the words of the people you save are like poison, and the shadow engulfs your origin and past."

Mason thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I will. Before I save him, I can't tell whether he is good or bad. But if he repays kindness with evil, I believe the Twelve Gods will judge him."

The silver-haired cub said in all seriousness: "Forgive him for being one of the Twelve Gods. I will be responsible for sending him to see the gods."

The two snakes that were climbing up froze for a moment, and a loud laugh came from behind the garden gate. The owner of the laugh wiped away the tears from his eyes and strode towards the group.

He was a burly man with a deep face. He had a red velvet knight's cape decorated with medals slung across his shoulders, and his chest muscles were so full that they were about to burst out of his clothes. He had a long sword at his waist, and he looked as if he had just come down from the battlefield, full of fierce and murderous aura.

"I've told you time and again that it's time to stop your sneaky habits, Twin Snakes."

The two snakes obviously didn't like each other and fell off the cub and disappeared back into the shadow. Even the shadows of the flowers and plants changed direction, unwilling to be close to this guy.

The God of War snorted and laughed when he saw this. His purpose of coming this time was not to kill the snake that always hid in the shadows. The god looked the silver-haired cub up and down, and suddenly reached out and pinched his arm.

"You're so small that you're quite tough in a fight. If you were on the battlefield, any kid of your age would be able to pick you up and beat you up. Why don't you train with me for a while? I guarantee you'll be able to knock down several adults with one hand."

Mason, who was not short among his peers, rolled his eyes silently, which of course did not escape the eyes of the God of War. The latter was not annoyed but happy, and laughed: "I like you to have a temper! But it is not so easy to get my favor, unless you can prove that you are a warrior that is hard to find in the world."

The goddess of beauty was speechless as she watched him preach here, and rescued the silver-haired cub: "Big rough man, can you appreciate the beauty of refinement and elegance?"

The God of War disagreed: "What's the use of being refined and elegant? On the battlefield, a hammer will turn it into a bloody mess."

The goddess of beauty simply couldn't bear to look at it. The god of war turned his eyes and asked the cub, "Do you want my approval?"

Of course he wanted to, Mason nodded honestly. The God of War smiled and said, "Then are you willing to prove your strength to me?"

Mason nodded again. Ares picked him up and rushed out: "Let's go, we'll go prove it now!"

The flower branches at the door instantly grew into a thorn wall, blocking the two people's way.

"If you take someone away like this, and the Grim Reaper comes to me to ask for the child, it will be very difficult for me to do it."

The God of War didn't even draw his sword, but kicked open the closed garden door: "If you have any problems, let him come to me. I have always wanted to fight him to see who is stronger."

The god of beauty and love could not possibly be a match for the god of war. The garden gate was kicked to an unknown place. The goddess of beauty had no choice but to call out, "Night."

The night rose from the depths of the garden at a very fast speed. The God of War was not afraid at all and even seemed to be eager to try. No one among the twelve gods was willing to fight with him. The only ones who belonged to the same fighting field were the twin snakes. An assassin and a warrior would not be strong enough to fight. If he hadn't been holding a weapon in his hand, he would have drawn his sword and rushed over.

He suppressed his impulse and ran out with the cub in his arms, muttering, "You owe me all these. If I hadn't taken you away, I would have given you a good beating. Remember to pay me back later."

The cub's blue eyes were wide open. He had never seen such a shameless person before: "It was you who took me away!"

The God of War was very casual: "Didn't you promise? Are you a man? Hold on, let's go!"

He laughed loudly and jumped from the edge of the dream created by the Goddess of Night.

This is much more exciting than parachuting. Dreams are hidden deep in the ocean of human subconsciousness. Countless people wake up or fall asleep every second. All dream bubbles are linked together to form a complex and extremely terrifying dream sea. Anyone who enters it rashly will end up going crazy.

The God of War, relying on his position as a god, was fearless and simply treated this as a bungee jumping game. The unpredictable dream bubbles floated in the sea of ​​dreams and were shattered unexpectedly. I don't know how many people suddenly woke up on this night, and all they remembered in their dreams was a ray of light falling from the sky.

The light on the God of War grew brighter and brighter, cutting a path through the sea of ​​dreams. The Goddess of Night rushed over in a rage, but only had time to see their backs disappear. The dream without its master changed and twisted, breaking into countless colorful fragments.

"Harrison! You better not let me catch you!"

Nasir, who was conducting research in the laboratory, suddenly sensed something. When he rushed to the study, the child who was originally lying in the crib was missing. The culprit's breath was bright and arrogant, and he had no intention of hiding it.

As the god who had dealt with the god of death the most, he was very familiar with the owner of this breath. Nasir's face darkened.

God of War Harrison, just like the god, is flamboyant, has a bad temper, and most importantly, loves to die. At the same time, he is the strongest fighter among the Twelve Gods. In the game, he is definitely a gold medal face tank.

"I need an explanation."

The breath of death permeated the study, and the furniture seemed to have decayed and crumbled after a long time. Nasir's skin became paler and paler. Dark light surged in the depths of his indigo pupils, revealing a divine breath.

The figure of the Goddess of Night appeared in the air. She sighed softly and tried her best to comfort the other party.

"It was Harrison who took the child away. You know, he only cares about the strength of his followers. Although he was a little reckless, he would not hurt the child. Letting your father come forward would only fulfill his wish."

"Of course, our Lord does not need to intervene in this matter. All gods know how important that child is to us."

The black-haired man said in a reproachful tone, "It's not good enough to supervise this, shouldn't you do your part?"