Chapter 65
Compared with the legends and the war between gods from long ago, Al is of course most concerned about Samuel, who is closest to him. He needs to understand what kind of god this is in order to judge how dangerous the other party is.
Originally, Al wanted to gossip about some personal matters, but when he saw Samuel's face gloomy, he didn't ask any more questions.
In Teacher Clemens's memory, he had seen several lesser gods showing contempt for the human race. Samuel was willing to sleep in the same bed with him, which could be considered as being approachable. After a while, he should be able to find out these little things in casual conversation...
When the lights went out, the silence of the night became more prominent. When Al spoke again, his voice unconsciously became much lower. "You appear too often in front of outsiders. It's easy for them to find something unusual. Otherwise, you can discuss it with Winster. He will go the same way as us during the day, so you can come out at night?"
Samuel closed his eyes and responded indifferently. He was busy traveling during the day and had no fun anyway. He just wanted to take away the brotherly affectionate moments that Winster was looking forward to at night as punishment.
Al has always slept well, and with the divine seal protecting him and the boss by his side, his safety was guaranteed, so he lost consciousness after closing his eyes for a moment, and did not care that Samuel had not yet lay down on the other half of the bed - seeing the boss's deep look, maybe he was thinking about something important, so he did not disturb him.
The destination of this trip is near the abyss. Samuel is wondering whether to go in directly. This kind of chaotic and disorderly place, where the strong have complete power over life and death, is full of crises, which can allow Winter to progress faster.
The fact that he was able to retain consciousness was already much better than the other gods, but if time goes on, his consciousness will become blurred. Winster must be strong enough to hold all his memories before he collapses.
The young believer had just reminded Him of one thing; He should go and get back what He had before.
He didn't care about the treasures that he took away. Only the staff and sword were made with great effort by him, and he was used to using them. He should go and get them back. What he was using now was rubbish...
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a slight noise beside him, and the young man who was already sleeping turned over and faced the direction of Samuel.
Moving his gaze to the delicate and gentle sleeping face of the human, Samuel raised his eyebrows - knowing His identity, he dared to lie on the same bed with Him and fall asleep as if nothing had happened, which was unique among all living beings. Was He really too kind?
Let's take the kid into the abyss together...
Alphis, who had a keen sixth sense, shuddered unconsciously and retracted his exposed hand back into the quilt.
When I woke up the next day, Winster was already back.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized Samuel's poor plan to occupy the entire night time during the journey. After all, their ways of thinking were almost similar, and he quickly realized that the guy was taking revenge on him.
Oh, Samuel always thought that he was "Him". When he wanted to take revenge, why didn't he think that he should be more generous to himself who had lost his memory!
Seeing the murderous look on his face, Al consoled him, "You're almost always sleeping at night anyway, so it won't hurt to give it to Samuel."
Winster's face turned even darker: At night, it's my alone time without being disturbed by outsiders and I can be closer to my brother!
The tall and strong young man sat on the edge of the bed, sulking with his head down. Al ignored his murderous intent and felt that his brother was like a wronged large dog that was abandoned by its owner.
"Don't be unhappy. I'll comb your hair for you. After you wash up, we'll go have breakfast. Are you hungry?"
Winster nodded honestly, "I'm hungry."
Elphis quickly tied his brother's hair into a high ponytail. Seeing that he was still unhappy, he praised, "Our Winster is so handsome. I can imagine that your original hair color must make you look more handsome and more imposing."
Being praised by his brother, Winster's mood naturally improved a lot. He looked up at the gentle young man standing beside him.
The window was opened just now, and the morning sun shone in, filling half of the room with a light golden glow. The silver-haired beauty arched her eyebrows, and her smile was warmer and brighter than the sun...
"My brother is better looking."
As he said this, Winster opened his arms, wrapped them around the waist in front of him and rubbed it - whenever he felt that his brother was taken away, he would do something more intimate to make up for it.
Al felt an itch where he was touched, and he realized that his waist was somewhat sensitive... Before he had time to think about how sticky and disgusting Winster's behavior was, he quickly pulled his arm away, "Don't hold me like that, it's itchy."
Winster responded in disappointment.
The two quickly packed themselves up, met up with Raymond and his friends next door, ate breakfast, and left without stopping for a moment.
During the rest of the journey, Winster, who appeared during the day, was still as taciturn and cold as before, but his behavior was more considerate and clingy than before.
Whenever Raymond saw this guy following the Son of God closely, his expression couldn't help but twist slightly, and he complained countless times in his heart - ha, what a little brat!
Almost every day, Al would listen to Winster criticizing Samuel's attitude towards him the night before. He thought it was okay, and Samuel didn't make things difficult for him. When he asked about the era of the God of Creation, he would give a few casual answers. When he practiced holy-level magic, Samuel would also give him advice while being disdainful.
He had always viewed that face through a younger brother filter, but after spending a few days with Samuel, he quickly became familiar with the god and regarded him as a powerful and trustworthy elder.
Every time he asked about the other person's personal affairs, his face would darken...
According to the records of the Vatican, the Dark God is an evil god who likes to bring blood and pain. This must be a fabrication.
In their recent interactions, Elphis had gained little understanding of Samuel, except for knowing that Samuel was not murderous or hypocritical, and having heard him despise other gods for being weak a few times.
So mysterious!
He became more and more curious and wanted to ask Winster many times if he knew about Samuel's situation, but he finally held back - after all, they had mutual memories, and if he really asked, he would have to deal with Samuel's strange temper that night.
Besides, Winster would be jealous and would definitely pick out bad things and exaggerate them.
Al couldn't understand why the seemingly obedient Winster was so disgusted with the existence of another personality, while the overbearing Samuel was very tolerant of Winster...
It's strange, but I have to say, it's quite interesting to have a big mystery around you.
Al didn't know that Samuel had the same idea as him.
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After traveling for nearly a month, the group finally arrived at the branch closest to the abyss. During this time, two more victims were killed.
There were five bodies in total, all of which were taken to the branch court and placed there, waiting for the Bishop's Court to send someone to check.
The cardinal had received the news through the crystal ball a long time ago, so he was not surprised to see the newcomer. "I heard from Lord Edgar that the Holy Son came here on his own initiative. You are not afraid of danger and set an example by clearing out the dark race. The Holy See will surely better protect thousands of lives under your leadership."
Al responded perfunctorily and began to inquire about the information the branch court had investigated.
Of the five victims, three were from this city, and the other two were from a neighboring town. All of them were mages and swordsmen of low levels.
"They are all guards of wealthy merchants. Damn dark race, those rats from the gutter! Not only do they steal treasures, they even kill people. Looking at the murderer's methods, he must be a demon who enjoys torture!"
The chubby bishop was making an impassioned speech when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. Was it the wind?
Before he could continue to accuse, a close knight brought by the Son of God asked coldly, "Why do you say it was committed by the dark race? Are there dark elements left on the corpse? Or are there survivors who saw the black magic with their own eyes?"
The knight was two heads taller than the short and fat bishop, and at this moment he seemed to be looking down on him.
The bishop frowned in dissatisfaction. He was talking to the Son of God, what right did this guy have to interrupt?
Elphis glanced at Raymond calmly, and before the bishop could reprimand him, he spoke, "The question he asked is what I want to know, can you explain it, Your Excellency?"
Several people were heading towards the inner room where the bodies were stored. Winster, who was following his brother silently, narrowed his eyes and looked towards a room in front - there seemed to be magical fluctuations.
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