The comic book still finds it unbelievable:

"Xia Zuo won't easily doubt others. If you want him to doubt you to this extent, you have to blow yourself up - but he won't listen to your one-sided story."

And given Christine's personality, how could he suddenly reveal everything when Xia Zuo had no suspicion?

If it were drawn into a comic, it would definitely be questioned.

Hearing this, Christine just smiled and said nothing.

But after being together for such a long time, what Manhua Yiyi feared most was his performance like this.

His smile and his silence both meant that he had thought of a thorough plan and feasible means, but he did not need or want to share them with others.

"...With your personality, you would be a typical villain in a comic book." It felt the chill in the data stream and couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

No one responded to it.

The comic book has a vague bad feeling.

Sure enough, not long after, Xia Zuo returned to the White Elephant District again, but this time he brought his own team and occupied the Executive Agency and other federal official agencies without harming any innocent people.

At the same time, the few federal troops stationed in this marginal area were simply unable to resist the gifted people from the wilderness and were defeated one after another.

The comrades suggested a small celebration. They were all believers of the prophet and had given up many bad habits. They just wanted to have a drink, sing a few songs and play the piano.

Xia Zuo refused.

He knew they wouldn't stay here long, as their next destination was the Gray Moon District, the superior district of the White Elephant District, and they were in a hurry. Before that, he wanted to visit the places Caesar had been to before.

He took a fruit and walked around the cross-district checkpoints between the White Elephant District and the Gray Moon District. Thinking of how he used to be not very smart, he wanted to laugh.

But when he thought of something, his smile faded instantly.

Xia Zuo Freeman was not a person who would be trapped by the past, so he suppressed his emotions quickly. However, when he went back, he was attracted by an inconspicuous storefront.

The brown-haired boy blinked.

[Do you know that there is something in this world? ]

【What?】

【——False evidence.】

——He seemed to hear his good friend say this.

…

…

Even though the shop was inconspicuous, it was somewhat affected by the battle, and the old man's low curses could be heard from inside.

Xia Zuo paused, but still stepped forward to help the old man move the things that were crushed and smashed, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, the church is registering the loss. You can go there later to record the loss, and the church will compensate you."

He came to help, but the old man didn't even look at him. Only after he said these words did the other party raise his head, as if a little surprised, and revealed an extremely subtle expression.

Only then did Xia Zuo realize that the old man did not look like a good person.

But he doesn't judge people by appearances, and says, "Don't worry, the people in the church are... well, very friendly."

The old man ignored his topic and suddenly asked, "You are from the deserted area, right? I am well-informed about the news."

"...You really opened my eyes. I have never seen people from the desert like you." The old man said, "Your aura is completely different from theirs... Humph, I don't know how you blend in."

Xia Zuo: “…”

Why did he feel that the person in front of him seemed to look down on him... ?

——The old man really doesn’t like people who look upright and seem to want to save others.

He felt like a rat in the gutter and couldn't get along with such people at all. He was annoyed just by looking at them.

…However, at this age, he reminded him of another young man he had met before.

Although the black-haired boy gave people a dangerous feeling, he was actually one of them, a fellow traveler.

There is nothing wrong with the people of darkness admiring each other.

But speaking of that black-haired boy...

By the way, did he keep an apple?

The boss didn't want to pay any attention to Xia Zuo and turned to look for the apple that he had carefully kept for research.

The apple was placed in a transparent glass box. The glass box had layers of cracks, but the apple was intact. Although it was related to the fact that it was a product of genius, the boss couldn't help but say in his heart, "You are so lucky."

But the next moment, he found that the apple in his hand that was held up by the silk cloth was gone.

It was now in the brown-haired boy's hands, in close contact with his skin.

The old man's pupils suddenly shrank, but he realized something was wrong. Not only did he not speak out to remind the other party that the apple was highly poisonous, he also took a step back imperceptibly, vigilantly observing the reaction of the brown-haired boy.

The brown-haired boy held the apple, and he could faintly sense the breath of an agent from it. During this period of time, his bloodline was gradually awakening, and he could already initially sense the breath of another priesthood. And Xizel... was also an agent.

This was the apple he had given to César.

But why, after such a long time, does this apple still seem to be intact?

...It's like, some kind of gifted product.

Xia Zuo's intuition was warning him frantically.

He took a deep breath, ignored the abnormal condition of his body, grabbed the old man's shoulders, and asked him urgently:

"Where did you get this apple?"

"No, this is given to you by Caesar... Is this given to you by Caesar?"

The old man's expression darkened, but he was concerned that Xia Zuo might be a talent holder of a higher level than him, and seemed to be more inclined towards light. His poison talent would not have much effect, so he suppressed his anger and said fearfully:

"Cise? I don't know Caesar, but I know a guy with black hair, about your age."

He observed the brown-haired boy's expression as he spoke, "He's your...friend?"

When he said this word, his tone became a little weird.

What a joke, how could the black-haired boy who made him remember this moment become friends with someone with such a personality and stance?

...Could this brown-haired guy have been cheated by that young boy?

Xia Zuo didn't know what his boss was thinking at this moment.

He held the apple in his hand blankly, and could feel his hands and shoulders going numb. His heart was contracting, which was enough to make him realize that the apple was poisonous. But he still didn't let go, allowing the poison to further corrode him.

Why did Caesar leave the apple he gave to him in this store?

Why was this supposedly ordinary apple collected by the store owner, further proving that it... possessed a gifted effect and became a gifted product?

When he didn't know...what did Caesar go through?

He suddenly recalled the misty blue eyes he saw by chance, which did not show any desire to survive.

So peaceful that it seems to be out of this world.

The brown-haired boy closed his eyes and asked his boss, "You should know a lot, right? Have you ever seen the ability to turn ordinary things into gifts? What is it like?"

Xia Zuo: "I can give you a higher salary in the church."

The boss, who was still hesitant, weighed the pros and cons and finally nodded: "There are many abilities that can directly create gifted products, but I have never seen one that can turn an ordinary thing into a gifted product."

“This ability is much more niche.”

Xia Zuo was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "...What if it's a talent that's almost omnipotent?"

The boss raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Excuse me, sir. If you really have this kind of talent, what can't you do?"

“…”

Xia Zuo didn't say anything else.

He reported his boss's existence to the church, gave his boss part of what he deserved, and then returned to the woods where he had picked the fruit with a confused mind.

He felt that his current situation was very bad. The poison in that apple was deadly. The slightest touch would paralyze half of the body, and his innate power would become disordered. Even he, who was now an A-level first-order talent holder, could not withstand it.

If someone came to kill him now, he would not be able to fight back at all.

But Xia Zuo couldn't care less.

He now felt that everything was like a big net that bound him tightly inside. He could not see anything clearly and his head would be broken and bleeding if he bumped into anything.

It seems that everything changed since Caesar's death.

...He missed his best friend.

He missed Ursula, too.

He didn't want to go down alone anymore.

He heard the sound of flapping wings behind him, and he knew who it was without thinking.

If it was Mol, she would not come to find him if there was nothing wrong. If she came to find him, she would do it as quickly as possible and land directly in front of him.

The only one who would be so quiet would be Christine.

"You're hurt, Freeman."

The voice of the black-haired prophet appeared in his mind.

“…”

The brown-haired boy's voice was a little hoarse: "Why are you here? You should be in the temple, Your Majesty."

This was the first time he called Christine "Your Majesty".

The black-haired prophet said calmly, "I am here for you."

"You should know that I am an agent. I can "see" where you are, Freeman."

"But you shouldn't have shown up at such a perfect time."

Xia Zuo took a deep breath, holding the apple regardless, turned around to let the black-haired prophet see it, staring at the lower half of the other's face for even the slightest change: "Do you know what this is?"

Christine tilted her head and said calmly, "An apple."

The black-haired prophet approached slowly.

He was very calm, so calm that he seemed to blend into the night.

"The apple is poisonous, Freeman."

The long black hair hung to the ground, and for the first time, it was stained with a little dust, as well as the Son of God's white robe.

His voice was light and cold:

"The poison of the apple is not enough to kill an A-level talent holder."

"But with the power of faith, it is possible."

The brown-haired boy's pupils suddenly shrank.

He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. His golden pupils gradually blurred, turned blood red, and finally turned into complete darkness.

…

All around fell silent.

The black-haired prophet slowly stood up and arranged his robes leisurely. He didn't look at the boy who was already dead on the ground. Then he put his index and middle fingers together and pointed them at his temple.

"Bang".

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