Chapter 82
In Samuel's memory, only Winster had been treated coldly when he was weak. As for Him, even the gods who were dissatisfied with Him had to pretend to be friendly when they saw Him.
If I remember correctly, this was the first time someone had behaved so offensively knowing His identity.
Staring at the back of the person next to him, Samuel was so angry that he laughed. He hadn't even settled the score with this kid for wanting to leave the abyss alone apart from him, so why should he be unhappy?
As for Al's previous explanation to Winster, Samuel was half-believing and half-doubting. This human was used to sweet talk, and every time he fooled people, he acted very sincere...
Oh, could it be that he doesn't like Him and that's why he proposed separation? Looking at his attitude, it seems like that's the case.
Samuel sat up, scowled, and took Al's arm, pulling him up, "What are you humming? Are you so impatient to see me?"
Al took a deep breath and realized that he had been a little impulsive. He silently told himself that he couldn't beat this guy, so he couldn't show his anger, and he couldn't quarrel...
The young man let his arm be clamped and met Samuel's gaze in surprise. "Why do you think so? Was I in a daze just now and did something that caused you to misunderstand?"
Samuel raised the corner of his lips and sneered: "Aren't you disappointed that you can't get rid of me and Winster?"
After hearing this, Al finally understood why this guy was angry. It turned out that his proposal during the day had caused Samuel to misunderstand him. No wonder he was so angry.
He looked at the god who questioned him sincerely: "I swear to you that everything I said to Winster today was true. I thought you would prefer to stay in the abyss, and I definitely didn't want to separate from you."
Samuel's beast-like intuition told him that this time the boy was telling the truth.
He loosened his grip on the man's arm and said, "Tsk, then why are you so unhappy?"
The young man pursed his lips, feeling awkward, and finally swallowed what he really wanted to say.
He tilted his head in confusion and gently denied, "I'm really not unhappy. I had a great time today. I don't know why you have such a misunderstanding."
But he was still holding back some anger in his heart, which resulted in him being perfunctory and not serious enough. Al's eyes were very calm, even a little cold.
Samuel stared at him with a frown, then finally sneered, stood up and left the room.
Of course, Al could see that the other party was angry, but he didn't plan to chase him out - their relationship was just average to begin with, not even friends. Where Samuel went or whether he was in danger was not something he was qualified to care about.
After sitting quietly for a while, Al covered himself with the quilt and lay down to continue sleeping.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s hiding something in his heart, or because he doesn’t feel safe being alone in a strange place, but Al’s sleep is not that deep.
An unknown amount of time had passed before the young man vaguely smelled a scent of blood and opened his eyes alertly.
A gentle white light rose from the palm of his hand, illuminating the dim room. The figure who was changing clothes in front of the closet was startled, but soon continued his actions as if nothing had happened, without saying hello or even turning his head.
Seeing that this willful god didn't even treat his wound and just changed his clothes, Al gritted his teeth, but still couldn't help but get out of bed and walked barefoot to Samuel.
Al's active approach made the Lord God's cold expression relax a little. In His view, this was equivalent to the kid's surrender in the brief cold war just now.
The robe was tied loosely, and when Al reached out and pulled it slightly, he saw several hideous wounds that had just barely stopped bleeding.
He smelled the familiar scent of a high-level magic potion. According to the potency of the medicine, it would take about half a day for such a deep wound to heal.
Samuel frowned. His chest, which was accidentally touched by human fingertips, felt a little itchy. He waved away the hand that was pulling at his robe and said, "What's there to see?"
Al raised his eyelids and looked at Him expressionlessly, then enveloped the other person with healing magic. After a moment, Samuel's body recovered.
"Didn't they say that we should use light elements sparingly in the abyss? I've already used the potion, why should I do that?"
This guy has always had a low EQ. Al never expected the Lord God to say thank you. He forced a polite fake smile and said, "I know you may be used to these injuries, so you don't care, but Winster is not used to it yet, and I don't want to see him feel bad. He and I take care of each other, there is no such thing as unnecessary."
This was not the answer Samuel wanted to hear—although He had never thought about what He really wanted to hear.
Tsk, how fragile does this kid think Winster is?
But you can't blame him, it's because Winster is always whining, sometimes crying in pain and sometimes crying tired, which makes him seem like a waste.
Samuel gritted his teeth, too lazy to say that Winster was pretending. After all, he was himself after losing his memory, and it would be embarrassing for Him to say so.
The handsome young man stood with his arms folded, his irritated eyes fixed on the pretty face of the human, "Is it because I fed you the shrinking potion the day before and it irritated you?"
The last time they met, the kid had been behaving very well. Samuel thought about it and this was the only thing that made the kid frown.
Normally he has such a good temper, but he suddenly gets angry over such a small matter. Humans are really complicated...
Al was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party was still thinking about the things that made him angry, and... seemed to be reflecting on himself. No, it can't be called reflection, but Samuel's willingness to think about things related to him was enough to flatter him. After all, this person always did whatever he wanted and treated him like a new toy...
Looking at Samuel suppressing his temper, Al suddenly realized that he still had some status in the other's heart...
The anger that had been sulking for a whole day finally dissipated. The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, reflecting that he had lived long enough in his two lifetimes combined, yet he was still so childish... If he had any dissatisfaction, he could just say it directly, why get angry?
Especially when the object of his anger is a completely unkind god, God knows what uncontrollable things this guy will do when he gets angry!
After figuring it out, Al turned his head away and spoke awkwardly -
"I... I'm just a little unhappy. You were injured before, but you would rather endure the pain and recover slowly than tell me. I could obviously help..."
After being honest, the awkwardness in his heart gradually disappeared. At the end, the young man looked at Samuel with complicated eyes, "Am I completely useless and untrustworthy to you?"
The whole room fell silent, and Samuel frowned, not because he felt offended by the questioning, but because his brain was a little overwhelmed.
Oh...it turns out the brat is concerned about me...but which injury is he talking about?
Samuel quickly remembered that Winster had revealed today that he had sustained damage due to excessive use of divine power. Why should he be angry about how the Lord God, who never took such trivial matters to heart, could not understand why he could not?
But...even though He himself didn't care, Samuel still felt very happy about the little guy's attention to Him.
A powerful god is actually worried about by weak humans?
The emotions in those beautiful blue eyes were serious and complicated at the moment. Looking into them, Samuel rubbed his fingertips and resisted the urge to touch his heart - there was a little soreness and numbness there, strange and uncomfortable, but... He did not hate this feeling.
"You have been allowed to enter the temple, why are you so unconfident?" Although Samuel knew that the little boy had a big secret, He still trusted him and had already assigned this human to his own team.
The Lord God, who had never uttered a soft word since his birth, answered rather awkwardly, "What's so great about such a minor injury? Tsk, you're not happy even though I'm saving you the light element."
Al looked at Him, his serious expression finally broke, and he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
He now really sees through it. The Dark God, who has lived for who knows how many years, is psychologically a big boy who is tough and cares about face. Samuel simply doesn't like to show weakness, it's not that he is being polite, but he had thought too much about it before.
After a few frank exchanges, he felt a little closer to Samuel.
It was obvious that Samuel was a soft-hearted person. Al's expression softened. "Consuming some elements is not as important as your body. Even if I can't protect myself in the abyss, don't you still have me?"
Knowing that gods are very slow to understand human thoughts, the young man explained his thoughts to Samuel as if he was reasoning with a kindergarten kid. "Both you and Winster are very important relatives and friends to me. I don't want to see either of you get hurt. At least don't do anything dangerous without telling me, otherwise... I will be very worried."
This was not the first time that Samuel had heard sweet words from this human, but... he could sense the other party's perfunctory and coaxing in the past. To the little guy, it was just using exaggerated performances to stabilize his behavior. He found it interesting and didn't care.
But this time was different... Al's straight ball made the god feel like he had been electrocuted, and the strange feeling in his heart was even stronger than before.
Unable to stand under the concerned gaze of the humans, Samuel looked away, scratched the back of his head irritably, and walked towards the bed, "Yeah, I get it." After a pause, Samuel murmured, "Other believers are not like you, who have so little faith in God."
All living beings believe that the first God born is omnipotent and immortal.
The silver-haired young man smiled and said, "I am rather timid and afraid of trouble, so I like to worry about things. Only a kind and generous god like Samuel would tolerate a believer like me."
Humph... Samuel leaned against the head of the bed and glanced at him. The kid started coaxing people again.
Unable to resist the nice words, Samuel was in a good mood and felt that life was much more interesting when this human was around.
He was already considering suppressing Winster for a few more days. Every time he occupied his body, it was the kid's sleep time, which meant so much less fun.
Thinking of Winster, some memories suddenly flashed through Samuel's mind...
[Samuel used too much divine power, and my body couldn't bear it... Samuel was too defensive...]
Thinking back carefully, the kid's face looked a little unhappy at that time.
Samuel's eyes darkened. He had always known that Winster would often say bad things about him to the brat, but he never cared. Now, Samuel finally felt unhappy.
"Winster lied to you."
Al was about to ask Samuel what he did outside and why he came back injured, when he suddenly heard him say, "What?"
At least Winster had always behaved well when facing him, so Al was a little surprised that Samuel would say that.
"You used a healing spell on him and he said it didn't hurt anymore. He was lying to you."
Samuel looked at the young man and spoke slowly, then saw that he frowned, "Huh? Didn't I heal you? How could you be injured so seriously?"
As he spoke, Al walked to the bedside and pretended to cast a few more healing spells.
Samuel held his wrist and explained nonchalantly, "No, my soul is damaged."
When He forcibly uses this useless human body to exert His divine power, He will face the total collapse of His body and soul.
The young man withdrew his hand. One must at least reach the level of a holy mage to be able to heal soul damage.
Al was really convinced. While he was in constant pain, these two guys acted as if nothing had happened. One of them had the leisure to act coquettishly with him, while the other ran out of the house to commit suicide and got injured.
With a cold face, he took out the holy-level potion he had obtained from the auction from his space ring and said, "Drink it."
Samuel raised his eyebrows, but didn't ask anything. He took the potion without any guard and drank it directly, which made the young man relax a little.
"Are you angry again?"
Samuel spoke in a joking tone. Al saw that this guy seemed to be in a good mood. He couldn't understand his train of thought at all, so he snorted perfunctorily.
In fact, Al was not angry, but more helpless. But Samuel didn't know that. He rested one hand on his long bent legs and said leisurely, "That kid is quite good at lying. If I hadn't shown up on my own initiative, you probably wouldn't know of my existence until now."
"Tsk, I wonder how many things I've hidden from you."
The young man looked at a certain god with complicated eyes - you two have a connection in memory, don't you know how many things Winster has hidden from me? ! !
Smelling the familiar scent of tea, Al responded reflexively: "Well, Winster was a bit too much. Thanks to Samuel, I am really happy that you are so frank."
Samuel was very pleased with his tact. "So, how are you going to deal with him?"
"?" Al looked at Him, and after a moment of silence, he replied inexplicably, "Too angry, I don't want to talk to him during this period..."
"That's fine." The god nodded, his thin lips curled slightly, his brows and eyes were pleased, and he seemed quite satisfied with this reply.
Al: “…” It turns out that this guy is really taking revenge on Winster.
Almost amused by this roundabout act of revenge, Al pursed his lips and endured it, so as not to anger the Lord God.
The young man changed the subject, "By the way, what did you do when you went out just now?"
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