Chapter 85
After realizing what the two demons below were playing, Al was not angry.
In his previous life, he grew up in a world with a well-developed Internet, and he had heard of all kinds of things that destroyed his worldview. In his two lives, he had come into contact with many people, and occasionally encountered some weirdos. Over time, his temper had become quite stable, and it didn't matter to him if someone made trouble. It didn't cause any substantial harm to him, and Al didn't take it to heart.
Although I am not angry, the scene is too novel. The two people on the tree do not move for a while, and the conversation below is still going on -
Perhaps she was playing some erotic game, the succubus didn't take off her clothes right away and get down to business.
The silver-haired beauty lay on the ground helplessly, looking coldly at the seductive succubus. Anita sat on his waist, obviously more excited, "Yes, that's the expression, so exciting!"
Then Anita restrained her expression and asked in a tender voice, "Your Highness, you were very close to Ursula today. Do you like her type?"
The actor who played Al frowned upon hearing this, not knowing whether he was angry or wanted to gossip, and did not continue the scene, "What? How can our succubus family be inferior to the mere undead?! How could the angel of God like her? Anita, are you sure Ursula didn't use any tricks? For example, did she sprinkle some addictive potion on her body?"
Al only found their conversation funny and didn't notice the dangerous look on the face of the God next to him.
Samuel narrowed his long and narrow black eyes. Haha, it’s bad enough that he likes to waste time digging the ground, but he even has the mind to talk about love?
"Tsk." Anita slapped the man's face impatiently at her companion's misbehavior. "That old witch is just pretending to be innocent in front of His Highness the Messenger of God. What's the use? His Highness has no intention at all. This low-level seduction method can only work on brainless men. His Highness is a smart man."
Succubi are the most emotionally sensitive race in the abyss. Although Al was gentle towards Ursula, Anita didn't see any ambiguity at all. She had just exchanged sarcasm with the undead.
Pretending to be innocent? Seducing? Al was confused. He thought Ursula's friendliness and enthusiasm were just the admiration of a foodie for a chef...
Anita had already started to undress her companion. The man beneath her had no expression on his face, but his eyes were blurry. The words that came out of his mouth were very different from the style of that face. "Clean and pure messenger of God, what type of partner do you like..."
The succubus kissed her companion on the lips and twisted a strand of silver hair with her fingers. She looked at him dimly: "My talent is of no use to you. Are you really that pure-hearted, or... do you prefer the same sex?"
Anita suffered this setback for the first time because she failed to lure her desired prey. She was unwilling to accept this. After pondering it over, she finally came to a conclusion - she was so beautiful and powerful, and with her natural talent, people of a lower realm than her would be obsessed with her!
This failure was not her problem... Oh~ She understood, it must be because God's messenger preferred the same sex!
The corner of Al's mouth twitched. What the hell was going on?
When his companion heard this, he felt that he had a great chance and said expectantly, "Next time, I want to talk to His Highness!"
Anita's eyes moved. "Okay, go ahead and give it a try. Now, talk less and play your role well."
Seeing the two people under the tree getting into the groove, Al sighed in disappointment. Just now, he saw them constantly nagging and complaining, and thought he could eavesdrop on the demons' thoughts and plans for the two gods' messengers, but it turned out to be all worthless content...
It was impossible to stay here and watch the whole scene, and it would be a bit awkward to show up immediately. Al looked at the powerful Samuel, hoping that the other party had the means to let them slip away quietly, but unexpectedly, he turned his head and met Samuel's scrutinizing eyes.
Needless to say, Al instantly understood that this guy was unhappy that his believers had impure thoughts and were associated with people he disliked.
The young man said silently: Don’t listen to their nonsense.
Samuel was carefree. He didn't care whether it would be embarrassing or not. He glanced at the kid with a warning, snorted coldly, and said directly: "They'd better be talking nonsense."
The play below was going on until the fake Al was 'weakly' grabbing his collar, "At least... not in a place like this..."
The cold voice was like a bolt of thunder that made the two succubi stand up immediately. They soon set their sights on the two people sitting in a tree not far away.
Anita's eyes lit up: Ah~ His Highness the Messenger of God looks good even in a simple black outfit. The pure white moon flower suits him very well. His Highness is like the incarnation of that flower... It would be even better if the other Messenger of God was not next to him!
The silver-haired young man glanced at the two disheveled men without any expression, as if he was looking at two pieces of wood, not taking them seriously. This attitude once again aroused the demon's desire to conquer.
Al said casually, "You two are in a good mood."
The relationship between the sexes in this world is quite open. As for the succubus, they have no idea what shyness is. Anita and her tribesmen stared at the silver-haired young man. "Oh~ Your Highness, what a coincidence. I wonder if I can be lucky enough to accompany you to kill some boring time?"
Anita extends the invitation openly and is not afraid to ruffle feathers.
All the demons who have come into contact with the young man can see that due to his age, no matter how talented he is, Al's strength cannot compare to these old monsters who have lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
Considering that the two humans were really unsealed and moved into the temple, the demons had no doubt that they were favored by the Dark God and showed respect. However, this respect was only superficial, especially for the silver-haired young man who had little killing power. The demons were not afraid of him, which was why Anita ignored his cold face.
For a handsome and outstanding man, similar things have happened several times. Al was calm and did not feel offended. He was about to refuse and leave, but he saw the two succubi suddenly get frightened and retreat away from here.
Al tilted his head and saw the person next to him with a half-smile on his face, murderous intent between his eyebrows. In his raised palm, a black snake with fangs was growing bigger and bigger, as if it could swallow the enemy with lightning speed in the next instant.
The young man, who had never frowned after witnessing such an outrageous play, now lowered his eyebrows and directly put his hand on Samuel's wrist to try to stop him: "There is no need to kill people in this kind of situation."
Samuel did not restrain the dark element in his hand, and looked at the young man coldly, "You are so generous, or do you like the performance just now?"
Ai'er grasped His wrist tightly and said in a dissatisfied tone: "You just recovered from the injury of your soul, and you want to torture yourself again?"
Samuel's anger stagnated, and when he saw that the two succubi had run so far away that he could no longer see their shadows, he unwillingly dissipated his magic power.
It wasn't because he couldn't catch up, but because the young man who was trying to stop him looked like he was about to start a cold war again...
Samuel's mood was a bit complicated at the moment. The boy's concern made him feel good, but it also made him realize how vulnerable he was in the eyes of the young man, which made Samuel very depressed.
"I was injured because I unsealed the temple. It's easy to kill a few people to vent your anger."
"Ah..." Al looked at Samuel's expression, "Thank you, but... I'm not angry." He muttered to himself, it's obviously you who are angry, okay?
Al couldn't understand the God's way of thinking. The succubus was interested in him, and Samuel had nothing to do with the whole thing. Why did He want to kill him?
To be honest, if Samuel was being coveted and teased, he would definitely watch the fun from the sidelines. Who wouldn't gossip about his brother's love life?
Because Al thought this way, he didn't understand Samuel's reaction.
Al could only guess that Samuel felt insulted. Huh? He was quite conservative.
The young man still didn't let go of the god's wrist. He dragged him away and coaxed him with a smile: "Don't be unhappy. Let's go back to the temple. I will practice sword with you, okay?"
Samuel did not answer. He lowered his eyes and looked at his restrained wrists...
The God of Darkness has never had any ambitions and has no pursuit of power or wealth. He is not interested in other gods who like to expand faith and increase the number of believers.
He sounds like a peaceful and casual god, but in fact, he has a strong possessiveness over his things. For example, the temple is designated as his private territory, and only a handful of gods have set foot there in tens of thousands of years. Those gods who have a good relationship with him can only chat with him, and forget about staying. Samuel didn't even prepare guest rooms.
If you tell these gods that one day in the future Samuel will let a weak human into his room and sleep in the same bed with him, they will definitely not believe it.
When Winster was a child, he was raised carefully by Al for more than a year. They were almost inseparable, and he had long been accustomed to all the affectionate actions of his brother.
The silver-haired boy back then was handsome, smart, confident, generous, and had unique ideas and concepts, which combined into an extremely attractive charm. Samuel didn't find anything he disliked about him, so he allowed Winster to get close to him.
Over time, Samuel also got used to this human standing next to him and had unprecedented patience and tolerance towards him, so He didn't mind lying with the young man, nor did He feel offended by being blocked or having His wrists restrained.
He can do as the little boy wishes in many matters, except for one thing...
Samuel lifted his eyelids and looked at the back of the young man's head, and said in a deep voice: "I don't like others coveting my things."
Al paused and looked at Samuel with a complicated look. He had too many things to complain about. For example, could you please not use the word "thing" to describe him? He is not an object!
For example, he wanted to talk about how he didn't like friends who were too controlling.
For another example, he was quite speechless. The Holy See did not allow the Son of God to fall in love, and now it seemed that Samuel did not want to see him have an intimate relationship with others. Ah... I hope he will not meet someone he likes in the future, otherwise his love life will be bumpy!
Al was silent for a moment and chose the most important thing at the moment. He wanted Samuel to understand him better so that what happened just now would not happen again and again.
"I don't like killing people."
Looking into those clear blue eyes, Samuel swallowed the evaluation of "cowardly waste". Well, the kid has a kind nature, this is something He has known for a long time, otherwise he would not have been taken care of so well back then.
"I was the one who did it. I didn't ask you to kill me."
"You want to protect me, right?" Al smiled. "I'm very happy, but I don't like people dying because of me because of a small matter."
Tsk…Samuel said coldly: “That’s a succubus, not a human.”
Al didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "They are all the same!"
His three views were shaped by a peaceful society with strict laws. Al likes magic, swordsmanship, and all kinds of dangerous and interesting things in this world. Due to his living environment, he sometimes uses violence to solve problems, but he does not like killing unless he meets extremely disgusting people or his life is threatened.
Killing someone like Anita, who hadn't even done anything to harm him, was really against his moral standards.
Samuel was quiet for a while. When Al's scalp was numb from being stared at by Him, he said in an ambiguous tone: "It seems... you have been dissatisfied with me for a long time."
He has a bad temper, and anyone who offends him is easily dealt with. Just like two days ago when he just arrived in the far west, he directly killed several demons. Obviously, this was the behavior that the little guy hated.
Although he didn't express it clearly, Al soon realized what He was thinking and laughed. "You are the most tolerant and reasonable god I have ever met. I promise that I have no complaints. I feel very lucky to have met you."
From Samuel's perspective, the demons who were killed were all intruders into his home. At that time, there were many who wanted to attack them. Killing a chicken to scare the monkey would not only allow the master of the Far West to vent his temper, but also quickly establish his authority.
Samuel could tell that the kid was telling the truth. His expression became much better, but he was still finding fault. “Oh, how many gods have you seen? That’s how you say that.”
Seeing that “He” had calmed down, Al led Samuel back, chatting as they strolled, “Anyway, it’s not just you and the God of Light. Do you know who the previous owner of my staff was…”
The young man slowly recounted the gods in Teacher Clemens' memory, emphasizing how violent and unreasonable, vicious and incompetent they were, and how they could not even defeat human demigods. He also praised Samuel.
Under his pressure and praise, the bad mood of the God just now disappeared!
Samuel was very satisfied that the kid shared his unique experience with him. His intuition told him that in the near future, the kid would take the initiative to confess his true origins...
After completely coaxing the man, Al relaxed and couldn't help but complain to the people around him: "It's really unfair. Why are those demons interested in me? Aren't all the Abyss races supposed to admire the strong? They should be interested in you."
If that were the case, he would be able to watch the fun, but unfortunately...
Samuel didn't find it strange at all. People with the boy's style were out of place in the abyss, and even his back could attract many eyes.
"Bright and pure things are very attractive to the creatures of the abyss."
El's eyes widened when he heard that, and he asked curiously, "Huh? Then you and the God of Light..."
I originally wanted to gossip about whether they were in love and hating each other, but quickly shut up when I saw Samuel's murderous look.
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Al was trained in swordsmanship by the Lord God for a long time before being let go, leaving Samuel alone to fight the alchemical puppet while he went to get the ingredients he had picked to research new dishes.
As an experienced chef, he prepared more than ten new dishes in just half a day.
He left some for Samuel and the little dragon, and used the rest for the demons who were still playing mahjong on the other side of the river. Of course, the meal was not sent because he was warm and friendly. The young man still had a purpose for dealing with them this time.
Once again, he whetted the appetites of the demons with food, and then naturally asked them to find someone to collect more ingredients. Al specifically emphasized the need to protect the integrity of the plants!
I hope these plants from the abyss can be successfully grown in the mortal world, otherwise it will be a waste of effort.
Anita was not seen this time. It was obvious that she was afraid of a certain bad-tempered god and fled far away. Al didn't care.
By the way, he taught the demons how to play chess, and during the game, he inquired about the future plans of the Abyss.
Ursula pretended to be pitiful, "We just want to be free and see the world above."
Hank, a two-meter-tall muscular demon, showed an extremely yearning expression on his face: "What your highness taught us is so interesting! I can't imagine how interesting the outside world is."
"Yes! We are tired of living the same life day after day. We are not as comfortable as those weak humans!"
"I really want to see what fun things the human race has to offer."
Elxin and the others are bullshit. If they really break the seal, the first thing the demons will do is to cause chaos in the Church of Light.
In fact, the abyss, the mortal world, and the divine realm are all about the same size. He is sure that even if these long-lived species in front of him have lived for thousands of years, they have not traveled all over the abyss. Their range of activities is so wide that there is no question of their freedom being restricted. The demons are just not satisfied with the prosperous development of the light camp and want to go out and cause trouble and have fun.
Ai'er didn't respond to Feng Yin's words, and said in a light tone: "The mortal world is not interesting. Mermen, elves and other races are all defending their own areas. Most humans are farming and working to make ends meet. They live a peaceful and ordinary life just like you. Oh... By the way, at least there is no church in the abyss to fool you."
The vampire stood two meters away, sniffed the scent of the pure envoy, and tore a piece of meat given by the other party with his fangs to satisfy his craving, "Really? With so many good things, shouldn't the human race be happy?"
"They have only appeared in the past few years..." The young man paused, then suddenly asked with a smile: "Do you know where these things come from?"
"Aren't they humans? Most of them are weak, but they are quite smart."
The meat in the blood clan's mouth no longer smelled good. "Your Highness, are you going to tell us that this is something made by the Holy See of Light?"
Al turned the chess piece in his hand and looked down at the chessboard which had been motionless for a while. "No, it was the Lord Dark God who enlightened us believers."
"What did you say??!"
The young man dropped the chess piece in his hand. "Now, the followers of our God have already gained a lot of wealth in the mortal world and developed many spies to collect information. We have people in all forces, including the Church. Soon, we will plan to weaken the faith of the God of Light."
He had just told the demons that at least the Church had not deceived them in the abyss, but in the blink of an eye, he, the Son of Light, started talking nonsense. Al was too embarrassed to look up, worried that someone would see that he was guilty.
Whenever the master of the abyss, the supreme god of darkness, was mentioned, the attention of the demons would immediately be focused on him. For example, at this moment, people playing cards and mahjong at the surrounding tables had quickly gathered around.
"Are you telling the truth?"
The young man glanced at the doubter and said, "I am the Son of Light and have many servants serving me. How can I be so good at cooking? Of course, this is all because of my god's good teaching."
"The recipes, as well as the things you are playing with now, were all spread by us under the instruction of our God."
The young man's tone was neither fast nor slow, steady and calm, and it was precisely because of this that he seemed particularly reliable. Coupled with the buff added by the power of faith in his body, what he said was more convincing.
The demons gasped when they heard this - their Lord of the Abyss actually had such great wisdom!
Look, my god not only controls darkness and has mastered the most powerful swordsmanship, but he has also created so many things that make people feel happy! He is completely different from those gods who are only good at representing power!
These demons who were addicted to eating, drinking and having fun felt honored to think that the things they loved were created by their Lord.
On the other side of the Black River, Samuel, who was moving quickly with a sword to fight against the puppet, suddenly saw dozens of faiths floating over and landing on Him.
There is no need to think too much about it. Just look at the direction the faith is coming from. It is most likely the work of the little brat.
The Lord God smiled and continued to focus on practicing sword skills, waiting for the brat to come back and ask again.
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Seeing that he had successfully deceived the demons into giving him the power of faith, Al nodded in satisfaction.
In the eyes of the demons, he was a weakling and a despised human. He could be treated in a friendly manner and as a companion in the same camp because of his identity as a messenger of God, but he could never expect to gain the ultimate admiration and full trust of the demons, so when he dealt with the demons, he never thought of conquering them.
But Samuel had great prestige in the hearts of the demons. He just had a sudden idea and said a few words casually, but he didn't expect that it would be so easy to make their worship emotions become surging and directly condense into faith.
Several demons at the Law God level saw the light spot drifting towards the temple and were stunned! Doesn't this mean that my god's true self, or a divine thought, is there? ! !
They looked at the only human who had a connection with the gods, ready to verify, but saw the silver-haired young man with a gloomy look in his eyes and his index finger on his lips, indicating that it should be kept secret.
The demon leader nodded immediately, he understood, he understood, they would be quiet and stay away from the temple. Woo - our god is really as the legend says, he hates others to bother him.
He found labor to help collect food, harvested a wave of faith, and also got closer to the demons, and got a better understanding of the situation in the abyss. He completed this social mission in excess of the target, he is awesome~
Al returned to the temple contentedly. He had done both physical and mental work today, so he decided to take a nap to relax and feel better.
Noticing from afar that Samuel was still practicing swordplay, and marveling at the martial arts obsession of a certain god, Al quietly entered the hall, took a hot bath, and lay down comfortably - he really missed the feeling of not having to share a bed with others.
"What are you happy about?"
The faint smile on Al's lips froze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Samuel looking down at him.
When did He come in... Al secretly complained that this God was as scary as a ghost.
The young man didn't show his inner thoughts at all, and blinked his beautiful eyes, "I just suddenly feel that sleeping is a very happy thing."
Samuel twitched his lips, not wanting to comment on this meaningless statement, "How did those powers of faith come from?"
Al's heart choked. It turned out that this guy knew him quite well.
Samuel leaned lazily against the carved bedpost at the head of the bed and listened to the boy's brief account of the whole process.
Al's eyebrows curved, perhaps because he was too familiar with Samuel, he rarely revealed a bit of pride, "Am I very smart?"
Samuel looked at him and laughed, and was also infected with a little good mood. He chuckled and then slowly asked: "Okay, smart little liar, I'm a little curious... where do those interesting things of yours come from?"
The fatal question came unexpectedly. Al shrank back a little deeper into the quilt, covering his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of 'doubted' eyes. "Didn't you see me do it with your own eyes?"
Samuel reached out and stroked the kid's head, smiling so gently as never before, "Do you always think that I'm easy to fool?"
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