Chapter 1016 [View] I want all your faith
Everyone: "..."
Having read so many stories, nothing could stir their hearts anymore.
Liu Qingyao sighed, "When will someone be so generous as to give me an island?"
Bertrand said without hesitation, "Why don't you think about whether you're even alive anymore?"
Liu Qingyao: "..."
They were successfully dealt a blow.
...
Although my husband specifically instructed me not to disturb him, it's impossible not to worry after not seeing him come out for so long.
After hesitating for a moment, Christie still went to the white and gold building.
Standing before the grand, retro-style gate, Christie placed her hand on the door, paused for a few seconds, and then pushed it open with all her might.
But when he saw the scene inside the room, he was stunned.
Countless clusters of light of varying sizes floated in the air, and a faint clicking sound could be heard every five seconds.
It sounded very similar to the sound he had heard long ago, but which his husband had denied.
Christie's gaze involuntarily focused on the ball of light closest to her.
That is...
memory.
It belongs to the gentleman, yet it is a complete memory.
Click.
With a soft thud, Christie saw the memory orb shatter into a thin mist of powder, never to come back together.
The golden mist drifted back into the man's body, who stood in the center of the empty room.
Immediately afterwards, a faint clicking sound was heard.
But the white figure remained as still as a sculpture, its unfathomable eyes lowered, unmoved by the clusters of memories, and seemingly unaware of Christie's presence.
Christie had no idea how long she had been standing at the door.
He watched as countless clusters of memories shattered, and as pale golden mist returned to his master's body.
A complete cluster of light represents a complete memory; once it shatters, it means that memory has also been fragmented into powder.
But they still returned to their owner's mind.
The gentleman remembered some fragments, but he couldn't piece them together completely. Also, because there was too much fragmented memory, even if he remembered some things, he would remember them incorrectly.
Therefore, it became his norm to pronounce the wrong name or sentence in front of the right person or thing.
One by one, the clusters of light disappeared.
Until the last ball of light was still floating.
The ball of light cracked open with a snap, unlike the other balls of light which turned into powder directly.
The man's eyelashes twitched slightly, but then fell silent again, as if it were just Christie's imagination.
Christie stared at the last ball of light, then froze in astonishment.
That small ball of light contained his memories.
Although it wasn't much, it was enough for the gentleman to remember him.
"I will remember you and your name."
That casual remark from back then has now become concrete.
Christie's fingertips, hanging by her side, twitched slightly.
The cracks on the light orb were gradually repaired, but the next second after the repair, a larger and more obvious crack would appear again, which would then be repaired again, and so on, repeating many times.
In the end, the ball of light seemed to give in, trembled slightly, and returned to the man's body in its original form.
Christie silently watched the man who remained motionless.
For the gentleman, remembering someone comes at a price...
As the sun on the horizon gave way to the moon at night, the pristine white sculpture finally regained a sliver of life.
The man's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes to look at Christie by the door. A glint flashed in his dark eyes, like a child who had just woken up.
He blinked. "Christie, is there something you need from me?"
Christie paused for a moment, then shook her head after a long while. "...It's nothing."
The man looked at him for a moment, his tone devoid of emotion, "You've seen it, so should I erase your memory, wipe it away, or remove it?"
“These three options sound somewhat different, but they’re actually no different, sir.” Christie managed a weak smile.
The gentleman gazed at him wistfully.
After a long silence, Christie said softly, "Actually, you don't need to remember me, sir."
He realized that the gentleman's lifespan was not limited by numbers, while the Serethians could only live for a maximum of three thousand years.
right.
He has lived for three thousand years now.
The man looked at him quietly, nodded after a few seconds, and replied, "Okay, then next time I won't go to such lengths to lock up my memories."
Christie was suddenly at a loss for words, but her expression changed the next second when her husband stumbled.
The gentleman promptly reached out to steady himself on the small round stone table beside him, raised his other hand to tap his head, and sat down on the table without changing his expression.
He then looked up at Christie, who was walking towards him unconsciously, and his gaze swept over the worry that had been concealed on Christie's face.
He beckoned to him, "Come closer."
Christie walked up to him.
The man didn't look up, but casually said, "Kneel down."
Christie: "?"
Confused, he thought for a full second before helplessly kneeling down on one knee, tilting his head slightly to look at his husband who was looking down at him.
His expression was no longer lazy and nonchalant as usual, but rather an extreme indifference and calmness, with only a few traces of pity remaining deep in his eyes.
—Like a god.
But when he spoke, he still carried a hint of nonchalance.
"Do you trust me?" he asked in a low voice.
“I believe you,” Christie said slowly but without the slightest hesitation.
"Are you willing to give me anything I want?" he asked again.
"Yes," Christie answered truthfully.
"I want all your faith."
He spoke softly.
"good."
He looked down at him silently, as if scrutinizing him.
After a while, he reached out his hand to him.
Christie's hand involuntarily rose and rested on it, and she felt her cheek being gently cupped by another hand, with strands of white hair falling in front of her eyes, slightly obscuring her vision.
God bent down and gently kissed the forehead of the only believer He had acknowledged.
Touch and then leave.
Christie's eyes glazed over for a moment, and she vaguely heard a few whispers coming from above her head.
He couldn't hear or understand what the other person was saying, but he could feel a warm aura emanating from his body.
A moment of silence followed.
Christy snapped out of her daze and looked at the man in surprise. "Sir... what did you do?"
The man glanced at him casually, “God has blessed His believers and given them more vitality.”
Christie: "...Why?"
The man patted his head gently and said casually, "There aren't many people who would ask me to remember them, and you happen to be the only one."
He thought about it.
He encountered many creatures, and their attitudes toward his memory were almost identical.
"Why can't you remember me?"—This is a tearful lament of grievance.
"If only you could remember me, sir." — This is an expectation and hope.
Perhaps because of his status, or perhaps because he was too unattainable, no one would take it for granted that he should remember anyone.
Christie was indeed the only one he had ever met.
The Celestia—a race closest to the gods.
The man smiled inwardly.
"And...you promised to help me manage my habitat."
Christie: "..."
“And also,” the man said, looking down at Christie with a half-smile, “because you disobeyed and trespassed here, so you are punished by making my habitat more beautiful immediately. I want to see changes when I return.”
"Of course, the same goes this time. You are not allowed to step into this place until I appear in front of you on my own initiative."
Christie then noticed that a layer of white clay was gradually appearing on the man's body, eventually covering him completely and turning him into a real sculpture.
He maintained the gesture of extending his hand, his eyelashes slightly lowered, and his half-exposed eyes revealed a divine quality that inspired awe and was not to be profaned.
Christie slowly rose, her hand still resting in her husband's. A faint smile curved her lips as she softly replied, "Okay."
Then, they silently left the building.
The gate separated the inside from the outside.
Thus, a forbidden area was created, where no one was allowed to approach.
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