Chapter 156 Divine Seal
Before Ole and Marshilin left, the assassin leader saw someone standing next to the tyrant as if nothing had happened, as if he was a loyal knight statue. He couldn't help rolling his eyes, pulling Marshilin and preparing to jump out the window to leave.
The red-haired girl turned to look at them bewilderedly. "By the way, don't you want to come with us to town for a drink and relax? I found a restaurant that has some really good wine!"
"I don't drink." Nova said coldly, "I refuse any drink that may cause my thinking speed to slow down or my mind to lose its rationality."
For example, alcohol and some medicines.
"Next time." Her blond friend just smiled and replied, "I have something else I want to report to the professor privately."
The other party seemed to emphasize the word "alone" vaguely. Maxine thought she had misheard and was about to turn around to observe carefully, but Ole pulled her impatiently and said, "Leave them alone."
So there were only two people left in the room.
The professor sat on a chair, and another person stood in front of him and began to unbutton his shirt.
"Professor, I have something I want to show you."
The other person was so close, he was completely enveloped by the other's shadow. The young god lowered his eyes, his face almost completely hidden in the shadows, his emotions unclear. Only a faint light from behind him outlined his tall, graceful figure. His gently swaying golden hair resembled flowing gold, reflecting countless tiny specks of light on his knuckles.
The savior's body was not strong. After shedding the thinness of a teenager, he looked more like a legendary elf, or a slender narrow sword, tall, sharp, and elegant - but perhaps because he was standing too close, the danger and oppression that were originally waiting to be unleashed increased layer by layer. At least the professor frowned, subconsciously lowered his lazily crossed legs, and cautiously retracted his toes a little.
Soon, the third button on the man's collar was undone, gradually revealing his slender neck, sharp collarbone, and a small piece of clean and white chest.
Nova slowly opened his eyes.
He no longer cared about his inexplicably nagging intuition, and stood up, grabbed the man's open collar, and pulled him toward him. The other man leaned forward very meekly, one hand on the armchair, so that his old enemy could see him more clearly.
The "scar" on the savior's chest, which was once pierced by the storm god Utoska, came back to life.
To be precise, the light-colored totem pattern that originally depicted a storm vortex was like a living thing, moving freely on the opponent's chest - it was emitting a faint golden light.
Nova subconsciously stretched out his finger and touched it carefully: apart from the warm and flexible touch of human skin, there was no sense of substance, but those lines seemed to be attached to his fingers, all gathered around his fingertips, flowing around them happily, and even tried to hold on reluctantly when he let go.
The professor was silent for a moment, and suddenly wanted to find his scalpel and cut off a small piece of skin from the other person's chest.
——It’s amazing, a tattoo with autonomous consciousness. I wonder if these lines will still be so... lively after being separated from the human body?
"This is the Godhead. It represents a complete resonance with a certain concept... or perhaps, it's the concept itself." The other man seemed to sense his ill intentions and gently grasped his wrist, forcing his palm to rest on his chest once again, feeling his heartbeat. "Look, doesn't the so-called Divine Seal look like a static version of the Godhead?"
The professor narrowed his eyes slightly: "So in principle, you can also brand people with the divine mark now."
Azuka slowly raised his eyebrows: "...What do you want to do now?"
"Try to see if you can leave a divine mark on me." The guy spoke without hesitation, his eyes bright with astonishing brightness.
He had no idea what it meant to invite a god to leave his mark on his body.
Seeing the man frowning in disapproval, Nova explained to him seriously, "You also said that my soul is too powerful to resonate with any concept, so there's no need to worry about me actually being branded with the Divine Mark. You can also understand how the Divine Mark is actually performed through practice, and then explore whether you can use it to reversely locate the souls of those gods."
They still haven't figured out where the souls of the old gods hide when they are not possessing a body. Simply luring them out of their holes is too inefficient.
"...Professor." The Savior sighed with a headache. "Even if I capture a Child of Life for experimentation and kill him afterwards, I would feel much more at ease than experimenting on you."
"It's likely to cause unnecessary trouble." Nova frowned and refuted him. "Besides, those people all have their own beliefs. Are you sure branding the divine mark on believers of different faiths won't affect the results of the experiment?"
Azuka was about to say something when he suddenly stopped and turned to look behind him.
The professor looked at him in bewilderment. His entire focus was on trying to convince the other person, and he didn't even realize his hand was still pressed on the other person's chest. That was until he heard a sound of hurried running in the corridor, and someone pushed open the office door with such force that the door frame bounced against the wall with a loud clang.
"Brother! Is that you?" Percy Brody was running out of breath, and was even more surprised to find someone in the office: "You're back - what are you doing?!"
The last bit of rationality forced him to lower his voice, otherwise he suspected that he would break his voice.
Percy Brody's pupils trembled.
In a corner where the sun didn't reach, his usually stern and cold brother was pitifully trapped in a small office chair. The mysterious "teaching assistant" who was so annoying and then disappeared was leaning over him, completely enveloping him in a possessive manner - while his brother's wrist was held by someone, his fingers forced to be completely immersed in the guy's open collar, and no one knew what he was doing.
The savior straightened up slowly, bowing his head to button his collar. Nova happened to catch a glimpse of the totems slipping away from his chest like living creatures, which made him want to hold him down and see clearly - but Percy Brody interpreted this scene as reluctance, and a certain speculation filled him with grief and anger. In an instant, his mind was hot, and he ignored the fear and trepidation he had for someone he had defeated and attacked directly.
Azuka narrowed his eyes slightly, and several chains of light shattered into pieces in the air. However, the boy was still unwilling to give up and rushed towards him without hesitation with commendable courage: "What did you do to my brother?!"
"Percy Brody." Nova lowered his voice to warn him. The other party was making too much noise and would easily attract other students. He had no intention of showing up in public - and this kid was fighting in his office.
That's enough. This is an office, not an arena.
Little Brody didn't hear his warning at all. Inexplicable, bitter anger and grievance rushed over him, making him want to kill with every move. The murderous intent around him became more and more sinister. "What were you doing when my brother was suffering in the Inquisition? What were you doing when my brother was sentenced to death?!"
Even when everyone in Baita Town rebelled against the Inquisition, the other party did not appear in the school at all.
——Then he was once again easily hit on the ground with his head pressed down by someone. The person even controlled the force. Apart from the buzzing pain in his head, the floor was not damaged at all.
Footsteps sounded, and Percy managed to look up, only to see his brother, looking down at him from above. Aside from a hint of fatigue, he seemed perfectly fine. Percy's nose suddenly felt sore, and the pent-up fear and dread finally burst forth. "Brother, you're still alive. That's so good... You're still alive, I knew you had a way..."
professor:"……"
The corner of his mouth twitched, signaling someone to let go and close the door.
After the foolish cousin got up, he simply went too far and tried to tug at the corner of his clothes. When he dodged, he looked like he was about to cry. Nova always felt that since the last time they talked, the other party had completely let himself go in front of him, and tears flowed at will. But he was not good at dealing with people like that.
The boy sobbed and stammered, trying to deceive people: "Brother, did he force you? Tell me, I will definitely help you. Don't be fooled by his face..."
...What the hell is this.
He simply picked out the part he could understand, and under someone's half-smile, he answered seriously: "He didn't force me."
Percy persisted: "So what were you doing just now?"
Nova frowned: "I can't tell you."
The matter of the divine seal is of great importance and must not be told to anyone.
Seeing his cousin's chest heaving violently, revealing a look of collapse, as if he was about to go crazy again, the professor simply took the initiative: "I remember I wrote a letter and told you to stay in Ironthorn Territory."
The other party was indeed visibly feeling guilty, looking up at the sky and down at the ground but not daring to look at him.
"...I left people from the Brody family to protect Ironthorn Territory." Percy's tone softened again, pitifully. "I'm worried about you. I really can't stay in Ironthorn Territory..."
"Don't let your emotions control your reason. You're the head of the Brody family, not a child." The professor didn't buy his rhetoric at all and reprimanded him harshly, "First, what could you possibly be doing in White Tower? Second, did you know that both cardinals of the Glorious Church were in White Tower, and one of them is already dead? Have you considered the consequences of dragging the Brody family into this fierce conflict between these major powers? Do you want to die?"
Seeing the look of fear finally appear on the man's face after being scolded by him, the professor continued to press forward and announced in a cold voice: "If you continue to act like a child, I will consider ending my cooperation with you."
This time, Percy was completely panicked and subconsciously grabbed the corner of the man's clothes: "Brother, I know I was wrong, please don't leave me..."
The older man stared at him in silence until he was about to cry again, then his tone softened a little: "It depends on your performance."
What I mean is, let it go this time and don’t do it again.
Percy felt happy again, vaguely realizing that his brother seemed to have forgiven him.
He was just about to continue talking to his long-lost brother, perhaps even secretly complaining about Daniela and Adrian, when suddenly his vision began to spin and he was dragged out. When he came to his senses, he saw that extremely beautiful yet extremely hateful face again.
What a familiar scene.
"Sorry, the professor and I have some important things to do. Please leave first." The other party smiled calmly, but Percy felt a chill. "By the way, please don't tell anyone that the professor is back."
"You deceived me," Brody said, glaring at him with gritted teeth. His voice was as low as a hissing venomous snake. "I will keep an eye on you. Don't let me find an opportunity or a flaw to reveal your true face to me."
After calming down, he realized that with his brother's personality, how could he take the initiative to develop an ambiguous relationship with others?
"...Is that so?" The other person's tone was very gentle, as if he was not angry at all.
Seeing people glaring at him angrily, Azuka maintained that gentle and peaceful smile, and said in a barely audible voice: "But we kissed."
"——And it should be considered that it was your brother who took the initiative."
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