Chapter 43: I feel bad. I have to go to social service tomorrow.
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His hug was so strong that I couldn't break free at all.
I called him tentatively. The Knight Commander held me motionlessly. His chin was buried in the side of my neck, and his warm breath blew on my skin. I suddenly felt a little wet.
It was like an illusion, yet so vivid. Rather than being surprised, the first thing that rose in my heart was anger.
Not for him, but for the person who made the Knight Commander cry.
With a reserved and calm personality like him, he would definitely not lose his composure unless something serious happened. As I stroked his hair, countless storms swept through my mind, wondering what exactly caused him to become like this.
Is this the curse of the Beast God?! That shouldn't be the case. I can definitely tell at a glance what that is!
In this position, I reached out and touched the other person's head.
"what happened?"
"......"
The Knight Commander remained silent, and I racked my brains to think. From comforting him to asking what was going on, and finally suddenly having an idea. The Knight Commander's behavior was somewhat familiar, and it was the same before in the forest. At that time, he was worried about me and felt guilty.
Could it be that...
I opened my mouth tentatively: "Don't worry, I'm fine right now."
The knight was silent for a moment before letting go of my hand. There was nothing unusual on his face, as if it was all my illusion.
Only the slight wetness on the side of my neck proved what had just happened.
The Knight Commander lowered his head in shame and knelt on one knee in front of me: "I'm sorry, Lord Saint, I'm an incompetent knight. I always trouble you to save me in situations like this. I will accept the punishment myself when I return to the temple."
"This is not your fault. I know that knights need equipment to maximize their strength. These things cannot withstand your strength, and you are still injured. Don't worry about it."
These words did not comfort the Knight Commander, but instead made the guilt on his face even more intense.
I tried to comfort him, but nothing I said only made him feel more guilty.
Okay, maybe I'm not very good at this. In the end, I just had to hold his face in my hands and make the knight look me in the eye.
The blue eyes so close to me were like rippling lake, swallowing up my sight and words, but making his emotions reveal themselves more deeply.
I pressed my foreheads against his, like comforting a bewildered child, but much more gently than that.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault, you tried your best. No matter what happens, please don't blame yourself, you did your best."
"...You are such a gentle person, Master Saint."
The knight commander's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. His sad eyes softened, and he pressed his forehead against mine. His tone was very soft, like a breeze passing by my ear.
"I appreciate your kindness. But for me, protecting you is my responsibility. This is the order my Lord gave me. No matter what the reason, I failed to complete it. This is my mistake."
This statement surprised me a little, even though it sounded like an order from the church, it was not actually the case.
Believers rarely use such words to refer to the gods they believe in. The Knight Commander said this for only one reason, and that was that he had really received an oracle from the Lord of Light, ordering him to protect the cheap believers.
After thinking about it, this is also in line with common sense. After all, the number of divine bodies is rare, and this divine body is coveted by Kazhuo. The two sides have fought countless battles because of this. It is reasonable to arrange the Knight Commander to guard, not to mention that he failed in the end.
I thought for a few seconds: "So, you will listen to me?"
"Of course, as long as it is your order. I will go through fire and water."
The Knight Commander had a solemn expression and serious eyes.
I smiled at him and said, "I understand. My order is very simple. At least now, I hope you can be happy. After you return to the church and get your equipment, come back to protect me, my knight."
The blond knight was stunned, as if he didn't expect to hear me say this. His expression softened: "You are really a..."
He didn't say the next words. He sighed softly and lowered his head docilely, like a loyal dog swearing an oath to his master, his voice was sonorous, powerful and low.
"I understand. Everything will be as you wish."
Speaking of this, a question suddenly occurred to me.
"By the way, why don't you have your equipment with you?"
According to knights’ habit, they would carry equipment with them, and some even carried horses at all times, leading them wherever they went. Fortunately, they could quickly form combat capabilities when danger came.”
Hearing my question, the Knight Commander was stunned for a moment: "Have you forgotten?"
I blinked and said "hmm". The Knight Commander shook his head: "No, it's nothing, those things are too conspicuous. You wanted me to accompany you for a walk, so in order not to disturb your interest, I left the equipment in the temple."
He said it calmly, but I couldn't help but frown.
The Knight Commander was not the type to be lazy for such an excuse. There must have been other reasons that made him give up carrying equipment, such as a request from the person he was protecting.
But why did the cheap believer do this? It is a good thing to have someone to protect you. He has no reason at all.
It was only then that I realized that my knowledge of the cheap believers was based on the gossip that the bearded man had told me before. Death treats everyone equally, and even strangers can enter my kingdom of God.
Born into a devout family, but without faith in the Lord of Light.
He was fought over by the Lord of Darkness, but was never caught by him.
Although he had a powerful Knight Commander guarding him, he took the initiative to ask the other party to leave his important equipment in the temple.
If the Knight Commander was really fully armed, those attackers would not be able to defeat him. After all, in terms of rank, the Knight Commander was considered the top force of mankind.
What on earth are the cheap believers thinking?
This question bothers me and I think I may have to go back.
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The sea of bright red flowers bloomed on both sides of the river, and at the bottom of the river one could see many weeping and twisted faces, howling all day long, eager to pull all passing boats under the water.
I haven't been back to God's Kingdom for a long time, and experiencing this feeling again makes me feel a long-lost feeling. I stepped onto the dilapidated wooden boat, picked up the oar, and gently pushed along the current, and the Styx sent the wooden boat to where it should go.
The ethereal singing voice came from nowhere, like the sweet whispers between lovers, or like a sacred ballad. The singing voice echoed in the wild, calming the restless dead souls.
Then I remembered that today is the day of the full moon. As usual, my mermaid player will swim out and sing tonight.
The wooden boat turned the corner and saw the mermaid sitting on the stone. He raised his head slightly, revealing his slender neck and Adam's apple. His lips parted slightly, revealing a moving melody.
The song flows in every corner of the kingdom of God, arousing the homesickness of the dead souls. Even the usually noisy souls quiet down and listen quietly to the song from the mermaid.
Amid the singing, the wooden boat continued to move forward.
The River of Burial [Kashgar], the sinful soul cannot move forward.
The River of Rest [Akron], where people with obsessions linger.
The cleansing river [Styx], all the vague thoughts are buried in the river.
Three rivers of the underworld meander down and finally converge around the sand dunes, like loyal guards guarding them in the center. The dead who are tired of the troubles of the secular world and the believers who do not want to return to this world can all find eternal rest here.
Their souls sleep forever in the sand dunes, and no one will disturb them until the world is destroyed, the kingdom of God collapses, and I completely perish.
This is my agreement with my soul.
I wandered over the hills. The hills stood in their place, each one familiar.
At the entrance were the first few of my followers who had died. The sand dunes surrounded the road at both ends, silent and tall. They had made great sacrifices for me, resurrecting again and again as immortal warriors, enduring the pain of death and emotional isolation, just to offer me loyalty and victory.
Then, even the strongest warriors could not bear this eternal life and prayed to me for death.
I placed their souls in the hills and guarded their peace.
Walking further in, familiar names appeared before my eyes. I stared at those words, as if I saw standing graves.
Believers who have given everything for me.
Those deceased souls deserve respect.
After winning glory for me, they all rest here. I know that as long as I give the order, they are willing to wake up again at any time and become my sword and shield. But even gods cannot withstand the passage of time, let alone ordinary people.
All I can give them is rest.
The black robe was entangled with the wind, and I walked to the deepest part. This is the newest area, and only one soul is sleeping here.
After a long time, like everyone else, he also got the opportunity to rest here.
I had no intention of disturbing his peace, but there were some things I had to confirm. I bent down and placed my hands on the hill, the yellow sand entwined around my fingertips, that was a loyal submission.
The divine power penetrated into the sand dunes, and as the range expanded, I sensed a ball of light, which was the soul of the cheap believer.
I rarely use this ability because the privacy of the deceased needs to be protected, but I have no choice but to do so now.
I silently said sorry in my heart, and then probed my consciousness into it.
Our souls resonated, and the next second, a cold light flashed before my eyes.
Before I could react, I was knocked to the ground. The severe pain spread along my lower abdomen, and I almost couldn't stand up.
This body is so weak, even weaker than when I first became a cheap believer. It's hard to imagine what time this is. I curled up on the ground, staring at my tender hands. Five years old? Looks like no more than six.
"waste."
A cold rebuke came from above, and I realized that there were people around me. My weak body weakened my thinking ability, so I actually overlooked such an obvious thing, and the attack would not fall from the sky.
I endured the pain and managed to raise my head. The approaching footsteps stopped in front of me. In the dim vision, I saw a cold face. Blond hair and blue eyes, majestic and cold. The scepter in his hand was pointed at me - no, at the owner of this body.
He said coldly, "Stand up, the Lord does not need weak believers."
I felt my body shudder, and the sound came out of my throat. I timidly called out to him, "Dad."
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