Chapter 71
The comic book will still find it unbelievable:
"Xia Zuo won't easily doubt others. If you want him to doubt you to this extent, you have to expose yourself—but he won't listen to your one-sided story."
And given Christine's personality, how could he suddenly reveal everything for no apparent reason 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 Yizhi feared most was his performance like this.
His smile and his silence both meant that he had already thought of a detailed plan and feasible means, but he did not need or want to share them with others.
"...Your personality would make you a typical villain in a comic." It felt the chill permeating 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 federal official agencies such as the Executive Office without harming any innocent people.
At the same time, the few federal troops stationed in this marginal area were 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 some songs and play the piano.
Xia Zuo refused.
He knew they wouldn't be here long, as their next destination was the Gray Moon District, the superior region of the White Elephant District, and they were in a hurry. Before that, he wanted to visit some of 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 someone who would be trapped by the past, so he suppressed his emotions quickly. However, when he was going back, he was attracted by an unremarkable storefront.
The brown-haired boy blinked.
[Do you know that there is something in this world? ]
【What? 】
【——False evidence.】
——He seemed to hear his friend say this.
…
…
Even though the shop was inconspicuous, it was somewhat affected by the fighting, and the old man's muttered curses could be heard from inside.
Xia Zuo paused, then stepped forward to help the old man move the things that were crushed and smashed. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, the church is registering the damage. You can go over later to record the damage, 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, seeming a little surprised, and showing an extremely subtle expression.
Only then did Xia Zuo realize that the old man did not look like a good person.
But he wasn't one to judge a person by their appearance. Instead, he said, "Don't worry, the people in the church are... well, very friendly."
The old man ignored his topic and suddenly asked, "Are you from the deserted area? I am well-informed about the news."
"...You've truly opened my eyes. I've never seen anyone like you from the desert." 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 want to save others.
He felt like a rat in the gutter and could not 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 traveling with them and was of the same kind as them.
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 at all, 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 talent, 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 had disappeared.
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 faintly sensed the presence of an agent from it. During this period, his bloodline had gradually awakened, and he could already sense the initial presence of another priesthood. And Xizel... was also an agent.
This is the apple he gave to César.
But why, after such a long time, does this apple still seem to be intact?
...It's like, some kind of gift.
Xia Zuo's intuition was giving him a crazy warning.
He took a deep breath, ignored the abnormality 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 higher-level talent holder 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 strange.
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 boy?
Xia Zuo didn't know what his boss was thinking at the moment.
He held the apple in his hand blankly, and could feel his hands and shoulders going numb. His heart was beating fast, 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 it that the shop owner collected the ordinary apple, 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 remembered the misty blue eyes he had seen 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 transform ordinary things into innate products? What is it like?"
Xia Zuo: "I can give you a better treatment in the church."
The hesitant boss weighed the pros and cons before finally nodding. "There are many abilities that directly create gifted items, but I've never seen one that turns something ordinary into a gifted item."
"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 accomplish?"
“…”
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. A slight touch would almost paralyze half of the body, and his innate power would become disordered. Even he, who was now a holder of A-level first-order talent, 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 couldn't see anything clearly, and his head would be broken and bleeding if he bumped into something.
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 him if there was nothing wrong, and when she came to 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 have come 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, and turned around to let the black-haired prophet see it, staring intently 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 down to the ground, stained with a little dust for the first time, 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 contracted.
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 leisurely straightened his robes. Without looking at the boy who was already dead on the ground, he put his index and middle fingers together and pointed them at his temples.
"Bang".
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