On the other side, Mossen Cain quickly arrived at the tower. Just like when he left, the place had not changed at all.
As I stepped onto the stairs and got closer to the top floor, my mood, which had not changed in years, suddenly became more tense for no reason.
The huge golden cross still stands in the tower, and its light golden halo is holy yet dangerous.
Slowly raising his hands and placing them on the cross, he bowed his head reverently and cried out, "Revered God, Moshen Cain asks you to enlighten me."
Over the past few thousand years, he had only come to pray to God three times, but the first two times, God's response was much slower than this time. This time, almost as soon as he finished speaking, holy light appeared in front of his eyes, and the hazy light and shadow of God appeared before him.
"Respected God." Moshen Cain saluted him, and was interrupted by the God just as he was about to speak.
"There's no solution to the problem, so you don't have to come again."
An ethereal and divine voice sounded slowly, solemn and serious, without any impatience, but the words it said were so concise, straightforward and despairing.
Moshen Cain wasn't surprised that the gods had anticipated his question, but he was very dissatisfied with his seemingly careless answer. "My child has severe memory loss, and I only want to cure him. I don't expect anything else. But why won't you tell me?"
The gods are omnipotent. The things he asked for the first two times were much more difficult than this time, but the gods only needed to say a word and everything was resolved.
So he thought that this time it would work, but all he heard was "I can't save her, and I can't save her."
Mohsen Cain didn't understand, "You can save the world, why can't you save my child."
The god's voice was a little cold, not wanting to explain too much to him, "There's not so many reasons, and... haven't you seen enough helpless things in the world?"
After that, the god did not speak for a long time. Moshen Cain thought he had left impatiently, so he looked up, only to see that the god was also in a daze and did not move.
Even though he couldn't see his expression clearly, Moshen Cain could feel the sadness.
Does God get sad too?
The tall, virtual figure of the god in the air slowly became transparent. He was about to leave. Mossen Cain's eyes widened, "Please, you can't leave!"
"It's no use looking for me, you should just spend more time with him."
After all, he doesn't have much time left.
His spiritual consciousness conveyed Mossen Cain's expression and emotions to his body. He could clearly feel the despair of this father, just like... he was back then.
It's fate that the strongest person in this world who protected the entire vampire clan and saved countless people couldn't even protect a child at the peak of his power.
God is gone, leaving behind only the words "Spend more time with your children." What was originally thought to be a difficult problem for Zhao Zhao's memory loss has now become a terminal illness.
Mossen Cain stood quietly by the window of the high tower, looking at the prosperous human race in the sunlight and the invisible vampires in the depths of the dark forest. His lifeless blood-red eyes felt confused for the first time.
The youngest son's memory loss problem came suddenly, like a punishment from God.
But why would God's punishment fall on a child who knows nothing?
…
Back to the castle, with his ability, it only took him a moment to walk on the soft carpet and reach his youngest son's room. The cub's cheerful laughter like a silver bell came from inside, softening the cold expression of Mossen Cain outside the door.
It was already winter, and Mossen Cain stood outside waiting for the cold to dissipate before he came in.
Asher was still with Zhao Zhao inside. The whole room was covered with carpets. He lay lazily in front of Zhao Zhao with his head propped up, watching the cubs playing with a doting look.
Zhao Zhao's toys are varied and strange in shape. Occasionally, the larger toys accidentally poke Asher's face or hit his body, but his expression remains unchanged. He is so good-tempered that he seems to be possessed by another spirit.
In front of Zhao Zhao, Asher hid his bad side, put on the gentlest smile, did the most childish things, maintained the most patient temper, and tried his best to be a good brother.
"Father, you're back."
Catching a glimpse of his father's figure, Asher immediately stood up and shouted respectfully.
Mossen Cain responded casually, his eyes fixed on Zhao Zhao. The carpet was covered with toys, and although he was careful not to step on them, he was still warned by the cub.
"Hey, you! Don't step on my toys."
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