Chapter 38: Coming (1)

The sky was misty and the sun had not risen at all. The rain covered the small house in clusters. The rainy season was about to end but had not yet ended, which made people feel uneasy.

The chief priest stood in the first floor hall with an uneasy heart. Luisa stood by the wall, playing with her fingers in a daze.

Everything that happened yesterday made the chief priest feel uneasy. He could not tell Aesina what God had done. And judging from the child's appearance, she was already too deeply trapped. Even if he tried his best to persuade her, she would not believe it.

People who only believe in what they see with their own eyes are the most difficult to deceive and the easiest to fool.

The chief priest wandered between the first floor door and the staircase, hesitating whether to knock on the door. It was not until he heard the sound of a wheelchair twisting that he was surprised to find that Zhou Ye had already stood beside him.

"You got up very early. Do you have any travel plans today?" Zhou Ye sat in a wheelchair. Not far away, Siming slowly closed the half-open door of the hall, and all the rain sounds disappeared into the room.

The tires of the wheelchair rolled over the threshold, making a dull friction and squeezing sound.

The officiant felt his eyes twitching uncontrollably. His greeting just now was deliberately ignored by Siming... It was difficult to force a smile. He forced himself to push the prepared note along the table in front of Zhou Ye.

"This is what my Lord left... Take a look."

Before Zhou Ye could react, Siming, who was standing beside him, pressed his hand to pick it up first.

The perspective on the vest side was not systematically filtered. Zhou Ye controlled him to stretch out his hand so that he would not see the translation directly. He only saw a line of symbols written on it with crooked charcoal.

E=mc^2

Siming's expression remained unchanged, but Zhou Ye, who shared the perspective, could not help showing surprise on his face, and he lowered his head to hide it.

This is exactly the same as the text symbol that the system calls hometown.

The system is indeed related to the evil god, no, even the book has doubts.

He leaned back in thought and raised his hand to touch the scattered hair of the person next to him.

The next second, the chief priest saw that Siming melted away his noble and indifferent posture, bent down and raised the note to Zhou Ye's point of view, and whispered in his ear to communicate.

There was no cold divinity when they first met on the boat, but instead intimacy, gentleness, and a hint of ambiguity caused by the close distance.

During this period, Zhou Ye seemed to notice his gaze and moved his gaze away from the note. He smiled at the chief priest.

Zhou Ye just wanted to sell himself well, but in the eyes of the officiant, his behavior was like a child who missed class but could enjoy extra lessons from the teacher who made the test papers at any time. He was proud and arrogant, without caring how glaring it was to the believers who were not pitied by their own gods.

"Is this a formula?" Zhou Ye took the note from Siming's raised hand. His movements of pinching the paper did not reveal any thoughts.

"Indeed." The officiant knew that his trial should end. What was the point of asking more? He did not want to know the truth, because the cruelest truth had already been revealed before him.

He had been thinking about it for countless nights, but the young man in front of him did not even need a questioning look, and his god would hand over the answer. What kind of test was this?

The officiant simply took out the list of church members and handed it to Zhou Ye. He half-knelt beside the wheelchair, flipped through the pages, and pointed at the people on it to Zhou Ye.

In fact, he just wanted to introduce it to the god next to him who seemed to be indifferent, but unfortunately, his god - in the afterglow of his expectation, was playing with the ring that matched Zhou Ye's ring finger.

When the pages were finished, his throat was extremely dry and he coughed repeatedly. Zhou Ye quickly asked Tan Yue in the kitchen to pass him a glass of water.

The relay between the few people was so natural that they didn't notice that the officiant who saw this scene coughed even louder. Louisa followed Tan Yue's footsteps and sat down at the table naturally, waiting for the meal to start.

The chief priest held the warm teacup for a while, and noticed that Siming seemed to be looking at the gate. He became restless. He called Aixina, told her to be careful, and turned to leave the gate without even taking Louisa with him.

Aixina looked at his back as he left, and inexplicably caught a sense of escape. Turning back, she saw the three of them gathered around the table. Louisa was still sitting there. Under her small bag were the historical books that Zhou Ye wanted. She took out the compass on top and handed it to Siming.

The compass needle was clearly and firmly pointing towards Siming, but she felt inexplicably discordant.

Just as they were about to get into details, Zhou Ye pushed a wheelchair over and sat down. Siming then rested his head on his shoulder, as if enjoying a moment of support.

Silver hair and black hair intertwined, like two mating snakes, invading and infecting each other according to the will of their masters. The black, which symbolizes the invader, belongs to the weak in this scene, and everything turns around. The

white python entangled the fragile and slender pure black branches, trying to possess them, and beside it was the red and hot dragon-spitting pearl that slowly climbed around it, staring at it covetously.

In the blink of an eye, it was just Siming half-holding Zhou Ye, and Cong Yue helped to move from the wheelchair to the dining chair. It was just such a simple scene.

Aisina tried to eliminate the thoughts in her mind and walked to the side of her ancestor. She pulled the soft blanket under Zhou Ye's dining stool and received a grateful smile from the black-haired young man.

Today's breakfast was a simple meal with milk, and the few people ate quietly. There was no sound of raindrops or birds, and the sound of Cong Yue pouring milk for Louisa was a little abrupt to Aisina.

Cong Yue waved her hand to let the moon energy butterflies dissipate. The milk can had just landed on the table when the doorbell rang.

When the door opened, it was a newsboy wearing a yellow hat. His clothes were all wet. He bowed and shouted without even looking inside the door: "Hello, President! The adults in the association asked me to call you. They said... they said they were going to have a meeting..."

He stuttered at the end, and his words didn't make sense. Under the eyes of everyone, he gradually shrank into a ball.

At this time, his clothes were still dripping with water, seeping onto the dry carpet under his feet. He moved his feet uneasily.

"Got it." The cutlery fell on the porcelain plate with a not-so-distinct clatter.

Zhou Ye raised his hand and beckoned the newsboy to come in. At this moment, he was quite smart, as if he knew who was more friendly, and ran to Zhou Ye's side with his head down.

"Would you like some milk?" Zhou Ye handed him his untouched cup.

Feeling the warmth of the milk in his palm, the newsboy breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and drank the milk. A section of bruises appeared on his fat arm under his thin clothes, and the overlap of new and old bruises was unusually obvious.

Zhou Ye did not speak. Aisina, who was sitting behind him, stood up and wanted to ask, but restrained herself after a moment.

She was not a judge who only took care of individuals before, but now she needed to be responsible for the entire church... she muttered to herself.

"You've finished drinking. Are you going to the association?" The half-grown child seemed to regard drinking up the milk as a condition of exchange. He waved the empty glass in front of Zhou Ye. He didn't even dare to sneak a glance at other adults, especially Tan Yue.

"Of course good children will be rewarded." Zhou Ye didn't argue, and his eyes smiled.

Hearing this, Aisina immediately wanted to pick up the umbrella.

Tan Yue beside her raised her hand and let the moon energy butterflies press down her raised arms. In her puzzled eyes, a familiar bell sounded.

Siming didn't even say a word. He just stood up and raised his hand to point at the air, and an ancient and gorgeous door appeared in the magic circle.

The creaking and colliding sounds were buzzing in the ears, and the impression that something was about to materialize was impressed into everyone's mind.

"Does this door lead directly to the association?" She adjusted her glasses, trying to suppress the shock in her eyes, and moved closer, trying to test it with her feet.

Unfortunately, the second before she touched it, the magic circle faded away as quickly as it appeared.

The newsboy opened his mouth wide but made no sound. He subconsciously moved closer to Zhou Ye, but was quietly pushed away by one, two, or many moon energy butterflies. When he came to his senses, he was already several steps away from him.

The other side of the door seemed to be right next door. The sound coming from it was particularly clear at this moment. Aixina could almost distinguish which colleagues were familiar.

"Is it some ancient alchemy product?"

"You, go over and take a look."

"No...! Ouch."

It seemed that someone was hit against the door.

"Puchi." The newsboy was inexplicably amused, and his shoulders were shaking as he stood there trying to hold back his laughter. He had never known that the adults in the association could be so vicious.

The farce ended when he tried to open the door.

A sweaty black-haired old man first saw Siming through the crack of the door, and was so scared that he almost wanted to close the door again. Unfortunately, the person behind him did not give him this opportunity, and kicked him again. He pushed the door completely open with trembling.

"So it's you!" The association members who were hiding behind the old man and spying on him changed their stern expressions and put on fawning faces.

The more particular ones avoided him, and the less particular ones pushed the door open without being polite. Everyone was scrambling to get through the door.

Unfortunately, this door is not a real alchemy product, but one built by Sivis with astonishing value.

They threw their hopes into the air, and some took too big a step and fell down.

Seeing them make such a fool of themselves, it seemed to please someone. Dimula, who was lying in front of the door, a symbol of the difference between reality and illusion, raised his head and realized the real arrogance of the tall god in front of him.

Yes, if this person doesn't want him and others to pass, who else can pass?

"Ha, ha ha, hello." He didn't care about the current miserable situation, and quickly squeezed out a smile, carefully moved his eyes away, searching for the figure with black hair.

When he finally found Zhou Ye in the shadow behind Siming, his heart began to beat again.

He got up quickly, not daring to touch the door again, and took a few steps back. The people behind him also stepped back.

Under his command, a row of people stood in front of Zhou Ye, who was in the door, and shouted: "Welcome to the president of the association!"

As they expected, the scene happened. Seeing this scene, the young man opposite was shaken. He was kind and even overly tolerant. He would not spoil the fun of a group of people.

"Let's go over there?" The black-haired young man pulled the sleeve of the tall man in front of him. The gentle expression he showed was exactly the one in Dimula's preview.

Dimula's expectant eyes followed Zhou Ye's still bony arms to the silver-haired nobleman whose clothes showed his background in every place.

Like a louse passing through a medium and finally crawling all over a gorgeous robe.

He always felt that Zhou Ye's kindness should be exploited the most, and Zhou Ye really deserved it, who told him to be naive and easy to bully.

Dimula was so willing to influence and even control this powerful guy who could brazenly defeat Su Yue through Zhou Ye,

but unfortunately, the next second, his malicious smile froze on his face.

Siming surrendered, he knelt on one knee, but the object was not his imaginary self, but Zhou Ye.

Siming had no reaction to their eagerness, and almost glanced at the group of people without noticing them, and then withdrew his gaze. Both the leader Dimula and the trembling guy squeezed by the group were completely ignored. His

long and gorgeous silver hair like silk fell down, and his deep eyes were focused on the black-haired young man beside him. At this time, everyone realized that Zhou Ye had not put on shoes yet.

One of his legs, which looked a little skinny due to long-term disuse, was lifted by the tall young man, and the other leg was half pressed on his shoulder, pressing down the silver hair that should not be touched by anyone.

"Is this okay?" Siming asked.

My God, everyone who could see all this could realize that he was actually asking a paralyzed, sickly person how his legs, which had already lost feeling, felt.

Dimula simply wanted to question him, if he had more time, why did he put aside his careful preparations and ask such a question in vain.

But none of them spoke.

Louisa, who was the closest and the youngest, could have asked, but she sat in the chair and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah." Fortunately, under the attention of everyone, the black-haired young man did not say anything more.

After ten minutes of suffocating silence, Siming put on Zhou Ye's shoes.

Many of the upper-level members of the association opposite the door had become resentful and stood slackly, no longer in the original neat line.

"Let's go over there." Seeing that everything was packed up, Chen Yue rushed through the door headfirst.

The barrier became real the moment she passed through, and countless moon energy butterflies rushed directly. She waved her hand, and the direction of the association's ceremony table, which was originally scattered with chairs, turned, and instantly distinguished the main and the secondary.

In the past ten minutes, Zhou not only harvested the surprise value of these people, but also carefully observed the terrain on the opposite side. Now is the time to play a role.

Seeing that the initiative was taken away, Dimula's smile that was originally on his face deepened a little.

He bowed repeatedly, let Siming hold Zhou and sit in the main seat, and even arranged a standing position for the newsboy walking behind.

Seeing that everyone was seated, he stood up, patted the proposal in his hand, and retracted his gaze.

Dimula was about to speak when Tu Yue, who was sitting on Zhou Ye's left hand, clasped her hands together.

The moon energy that had been released long ago was instantly retracted, and a few inconspicuous dark purple butterflies flew out of a pond somewhere in the outer city, and they almost immediately began to emit positioning signals.

In an instant, dozens of people who were sitting quietly at the table, who were no different from other association members, changed color.

"Sorry, Vice President, the alchemy item that was lost in my family sent out a signal, and I need to go there." A lady with a delicate face stood up and left. Her words were polite, but it was obviously a notice, not an application.

"Haha, me too, the meeting can be held after that." This was a young man, and he even winked at Cong Yue when he left.

With someone taking the lead, most of the tables were empty in an instant. It was obvious that those were members of the association with a little background. They had the confidence to ignore the vice president and didn't care about Zhou Ye at all.

A few of the remaining people also obviously received the signal, but looking at the eyes of the people around them, they held back and didn't leave.

Zhou Ye remembered the faces of the people in the audience a little bit, and distinguished them from those who were obviously nobles.

Dimula was extremely embarrassed, but no one responded to his repeated attempts to ask for help. Finally, he looked at Zhou Ye, who he thought he had the upper hand over.

Zhou Ye lived up to his expectations and slowly said, "Since they have something to do, why don't we start first?"

"Okay, okay." Dimula nodded repeatedly and walked down the slope, raising his hand that had just been relaxed.

Zhou Ye glanced at Chen Yue, and she smiled back. Her red hair and her charming face almost drew the souls of the people at the table away from her, but it was a pity that this smile was not for them.

Carrot Moon stood up and pressed down with both hands. The originally monotonous wooden tabletop began to show transparent colors. The vitality was stolen by the moon energy, and then replaced by the material transformed by the stunning value. The delicateness of chalcedony merged with the red of the flowing flame. Suddenly, the fire really erupted from the table.

A timid guy was so scared that he leaned back and stumbled to hold on to the person next to him.

"Are you scared? You are such a timid noble." The vest's deep disgust for the nobles emerged, and Carrot Moon did not give the guy in front of him any face.

The next second, starting with Zhou Ye, countless flames rose into the sky and burned fiercely. The flames that seemed to have life screamed and ran around the table. The flowing flames gradually merged into a blood-red tablecloth inlaid with gold edges, which fell on the table and was still boiling.

As everyone exclaimed at the miracle, Siming Lingkong took the proposal in front of Dimula and brought it to Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye flipped through it for a few times, got a little understanding of the content to be discussed next, and then knocked on the table.

The flames that made everyone's faces red shrank with his movements and gradually died down like a real tablecloth.

The blood-red color of the tablecloth was reflected on the side of his face.

The always gentle and soft young man smiled: "Then let's start the meeting."