The appearance of an angel is not fixed, but as long as he always looks like an angel, he will definitely be able to find the angel in the future... no matter how many years, how many years...
Then the Eye of the Old Ones covered his face.
At the last moment, he felt his facial features change. He gently touched his face, eyebrows, nose, lips...
ah.
So this is what angels look like. It turns out that angels are really males. Those mobs didn't lie to him...
Blackberry finally opened his lips and asked:
May I know... what my name will be in my future life...?
The Eye of the Old Ones was silent for a moment.
"In the year 512 of the Steam Age, your name is Xiao Hei. You built an airship and have been watching over the angels."
"In the year 622 of the Lou Yue era, your name is Xiao Jingsan. You desperately cultivate similar life on an island in the hope of saving an angel."
"830 years in the world, your name is Black Magpie. You have also given... a lot to the angels."
Blackberry narrowed his eyes.
Nice name.
It was as if it was taken by the angel himself.
...Then, a long, long time from now, they...will definitely...live well together...
If he had the chance, he would go through fire and water for the angel...
...for generations to come.
Finally with this thought.
Blackberry Kennett, who was only 26 years old at the time, closed his eyes forever.
…
After that, the Kenite Empire was divided among forty-two subordinates. They tacitly agreed not to interfere with each other and formed various countries and cities... At City, Luohe City... Baoting City.
After the witch Blackberry Kenit was killed, the plague continued to spread. After his death, people finally realized that there were no witches in the world and stopped executing witches.
The massive execution of witches that lasted for more than a hundred years ended with the death of Blackberry. After that, due to the justice advocated during the reign of the Kenite Empire, no one was denounced as a witch. The world entered the industrial steam age.
The name of the Kenite tyrant was erased by the gods, and no one remembered what he had done.
Only occasionally, someone would pass by a destroyed relic. It was said that this was a relic left by magicians a hundred years ago. There were many white morning glory flowers in front of the tomb. Among them was a very inconspicuous grave with an ordinary name like "Blackberry Shirley" engraved on it.
Some mothers would point to this stained tombstone and say to their children:
"Hey, this is the witch's name."
"What is a witch?" the child asked innocently.
"The witch was a big bad guy. It is said that she killed many people. After she died, the witch's execution ended and the plague ended. Fortunately, she died..."
The mother held her child's hand and slowly walked away from the ruins where no one was approaching.
Amid the forest of steles, a white flower bloomed, facing the wind, like a gentle smiling face...
The child looked back.
He blinked and seemed to see a beautiful big sister wearing a witch's hat standing beside the small tombstone and putting down a golden banana.
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