Chapter 87
This body is not compatible with Samuel's huge mental power. He feels uncomfortable every time he comes out, so he rarely appears before.
But ever since he met his brother, that guy has come out often, but every time he would find a reason to deceive himself and others, and would not admit that he was simply interested in his brother.
Recently, it has gone too far, almost monopolizing the use of the body! It seems that the soul is too tired, and Samuel fell into the deep sleep of the past while sleeping, and Winster finally took over the body.
Samuel's memory flashed through his mind quickly, and the last thing that stayed in Winster's mind was the moment when 'he' kissed his brother...
The black-haired young man sat motionless on the bed, his cold and wild face looking rarely dull.
Samuel's thinking is dominated by divinity. Even among the high and mighty gods, he is one of the few who has no emotional experience and his emotional intelligence is extremely low.
Winster is different. Although he now has more memories of being a god than a human, he has personally experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature and witnessed a lot of love and hate. He is much more sensitive to emotions than Samuel, and can detect that guy's desire for his brother, his love and instinctive closeness, is far more than the curiosity he thought.
Winster ran his five fingers through the top of his head and grabbed the long hair back. He exhaled heavily, and his fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably.
What to do...Wins' thoughts were confused and he couldn't control his panic.
Except for his childhood fear that Samuel might hurt his brother, he had never been so timid.
Seeing Samuel offend his brother, he was not only angry, but also had a great desire - I also want to be close to my brother like this, want to hug him, want to kiss him, and then my brother will smile at me as always, with me in his eyes...
Is this desire derived from the love that other people talk about? He doesn't know, but Winster is very sure that he never wants to see others treat his brother like this.
But Winster is not as arrogant and reckless as Samuel. His childhood of hiding has made him extremely cautious, and he dare not be too presumptuous towards the only person he cares about.
Although his brother dotes on him, if he knew what he was thinking, would he be angry or disgusted?
When Winster thought of his brother's cold and distant look, he became afraid to express his feelings. Samuel was almost exposed before, which made him scared for a while. He couldn't help cursing in a low voice and giving him a warning.
It is indeed a bit strange for a person to talk to himself in the air, but Winster must emphasize the consequences of reckless behavior. He hopes that Samuel will remember what he said next time he comes out and not act so willfully.
If it were a few years ago, Winster would have exposed Samuel's hooliganism to his brother long ago. He was only afraid of his so-called past self and definitely didn't want his brother to get close to that guy.
But after receiving too many memories of past lives, the two consciousnesses influenced each other and showed a tendency to merge.
Winster was confused. Was he being assimilated into another person? Was he still himself?
But as they shared more and more memories, Winster realized that even when he was extremely afraid of Samuel, except for being less arrogant, his values were not much different from Samuel's, and his ideas on things other than treating his brother were almost the same, so he was not so repulsive to that guy now...
The only time Samuel particularly wanted his other self to disappear was when he was trying to steal some alone time with his brother.
Because he has subconsciously accepted Samuel and knows that they are one and the same, Winster can only hide Samuel's offensive behavior from his brother, cannot sow discord between them, and even has to teach that brainless guy how to get along with his brother.
After calming down, Winster couldn't wait to go out to find his brother.
The black-haired young man called out "Brother" as soon as he came out of the bedroom, but got no response, so he went outside to look for him.
He called out again, his voice neither loud nor soft, but still got no response. He walked around for a while but didn't see anyone.
The huge temple was very quiet, without even the sound of insects or birds chirping, and Winster felt empty inside.
Did he go to play with those demons again? I don't know when my brother will come back.
Winster had the illusion that he had been separated from his brother for a long time. He was full of expectations but couldn't find him, and he felt a great psychological gap at the moment.
What made him even more unhappy was that he couldn't appear in front of the demons at will, so he couldn't go over to find someone immediately.
As he recalled, his brother had reminded Samuel that the demons at the level of the God of Law could see the faith placed on Him. If he did not want to be exposed and suspected, it was best not to appear in front of the high-level demons.
Samuel himself was very disdainful. What would happen if he was discovered? Could they still force him to do anything?
Isn't the God of Darkness famous for being the deity that least likes to pay attention to believers? The creatures of the abyss should have this consensus.
Then Al began to talk to Him about the consequences of being exposed...
The demons can still occasionally go out with a few people. According to their arrogant nature, it is not impossible that one day they will spread the word of "the return of the God of Darkness" in the mortal world. Then the Holy See of Light will definitely increase its search efforts, and may even awaken the God of Light to find Him, and then there will be no peace for us...
Samuel didn't want to have little bugs flying over and buzzing around him every day, so he listened to what the silver-haired young man said. He had no interest in communicating with the demons anyway.
Winster didn't want to gamble whether his peaceful life with his brother would be disrupted, so he gave up the idea of going to the other side of the Black River to look for someone.
Walking aimlessly, I unknowingly arrived at the garden. This can be said to be the place least valued by the owner of the temple. There is only a kind of deep purple poisonous flower blooming on the roadside. There is a dome pavilion in the middle with a set of stone tables and benches inside.
Winster was just passing through here to go to the hot spring pool. He didn't think his brother would be in the garden. After all, it was really boring to stay in such a place alone, and the scenery was nothing to see.
But when he was approaching the pavilion, he vaguely heard a sound. Winster's listless eyes suddenly lit up and he ran towards the sound.
"elder brother!"
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After making sure Samuel was asleep, Al went to look for the demons to exchange feelings... Well, okay, actually he went to check how many seedlings and seeds of new ingredients the free labor had picked for him.
The surprise is that maybe the last deception made the Demon God of Law realize that their god has really returned and is in the temple, and the two messengers are so close to our god, which shows how favored they are.
This news was quickly spread by the gods of magic, so when he went there this time, Al received a lot of treasures. The best and rarest ones were their offerings to the gods, and the slightly inferior ones were gifts for the two messengers of god.
To put it a little more bluntly, compared with the most precious treasures that the demons have collected after living for so long, in fact, the gifts that Al received are worthy of being put into auctions as the finale and sold at sky-high prices.
At first the young man was reluctant to accept it. He had been dealing with the demons with a purpose in the first place, and he would definitely feel guilty taking so many treasures.
But the demons' enthusiasm to show their courtesy to the God of Darkness was too great to resist, so Al could only... accept it.
On second thought, he just told a little lie during the communication, but these few days also brought a lot of changes and happiness to the demons. Most importantly, his and Samuel's identities were not false. The gifts were dedicated to the gods and their messengers, and they were them!
Having found the key point, Al's eyes stopped wandering, and he continued to communicate with the demons and the new free labor force in an upright and confident manner.
Half a day later, Al returned to the temple. Samuel was probably too tired as he was still sleeping soundly. His posture had not changed at all compared to before he left.
The temple was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing. He stood at the door of the bedroom for a while. He really didn't know what to do to kill time...
Thinking about how Samuel had lived alone in this empty, quiet and boring place for a long time, and he didn't like dealing with other people, how depressing it must have been... Tsk, no wonder I felt that he was a bit world-weary when I first met him.
Al hesitated whether to practice swordplay...
Oh, yes, there were quite a few notebooks among the gifts sent by the demons before. Such things have no value in the abyss. It was simply because Al mentioned in a previous chat that the spells chanted in the common language of the mortal world today are not powerful enough, and there are not many notebooks in the ancient language handed down, so the demons gathered a box of ancient books as a bonus.
Speaking of language, the Abyss is still using ancient language, which makes Al sigh that humans are really updating everything very quickly.
Fortunately, he was fluent in ancient language and had been using it to communicate with the demons from the beginning. He had also thought that if the seal was really lifted after a long time, the gap between the abyss and the mortal world would be even greater as they did not speak the same language, and conflicts might turn into wars.
Al thought that he was worrying too much, but... he still secretly decided to keep Raymond, his dear knight, in his hometown to teach him the common language and to eliminate the barriers between the two worlds as much as possible. Please appoint him as a peace messenger!
(Raymond: Shut up! Wasn’t it me who was working so hard??!)
Many of those ancient manuscripts were things that the demons collected from the mortal world before the abyss was sealed. They have been preserved to this day thanks to the existence of the space ring.
The demons were not necessarily interested in these things; they treated them more as trophies, which were passed from hand to hand. They also took some time to clean up their collections before they found these things that might interest the gods' messengers.
Al stepped out of the cold and dull building and walked to the small pavilion in the garden. He poured the gifts he had received from the ring onto the stone table.
He had no interest in high-quality monster cores, weapons, magic plants, rare minerals, etc. He had become numb from looking at them in the temple treasury.
Al looked through the notebooks in the box. There were travel notes, observations and reflections, and more were magician's notes, including research on elements and ancient spells. The young man searched through the box and found that all kinds of magic were recorded. If they were placed in the library tower of Aurelian College, they would definitely be able to enter the top floor.
Al picked out a book, put away his other things, and sat down to study happily.
It turns out that learning magic is the easiest. Practicing sword skills is so tiring.
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When Winster found his brother, Al was reciting a spell. Unfortunately, there were few light elements here, making it inconvenient to practice.
The young man heard the call, looked up at the person who came, and smiled, "Samuel finally let you out."
Winster walked forward quickly, bent down and hugged his brother, rubbed his head on Al's shoulder, and said stickyly: "I missed you so much."
Al couldn't help laughing. It had only been two days since they last met, but it felt like two years.
Winster asked expectantly, "Did you miss me, brother?"
Facing those bright, serious black eyes, Al said: "Uh..."
Winster's expression changed very quickly, and he turned to resentment smoothly and naturally: "Are you very happy with Samuel and have completely forgotten about me?"
Al pursed his lips, but still couldn't help pushing Winster a little further away. He was too close just now, and the other's hot breath hit his neck and cheeks, which was weird...
He was only used to good brothers making fun of each other, and someone as clingy as Winster often made him feel scalp tingling.
This would have been very cute and heartwarming when he was a child, but now Winster is taller and stronger than him, and it is really hard for a straight man like Al to get used to a macho man acting like a spoiled brat!
The silver-haired young man said helplessly: "It hasn't been long since we last met, and I know your consciousness is sleeping under my nose, so I feel relieved."
Al suspected that his brother was so clingy just to find an excuse to act like a spoiled child, but for Winster, it was not as simple as just closing his eyes and opening them again...
He was not there when he accompanied his brother to other places in the abyss to look for ingredients. He was not the first one to eat the new dish his brother made. He was not there when his brother revealed his biggest secret...
We missed out on so much heartwarming, bonding time with that idiot Samuel...what a waste!
"I thought I was the person my brother was closest to and trusted the most, but...my brother told Samuel the secret..."
"Ah? Well... because He is curious. You have never asked me before..."
As Al was talking, he felt a little guilty. He waved his hand and a bunch of things appeared on the table. "Look, these are gifts from your believers. Do you like them?"
It was no use trying to change the subject for Winster. He glanced indifferently at the pile of colorful treasures, then looked at his brother whose smile was more eye-catching than the treasures. He felt unwilling to think that Samuel had taken away so many good things.
Winster bent down again and approached the silver-haired young man. Al realized that his distance was not right and immediately leaned back, but it was too late - the warm lips had already landed on his brow and left as soon as they touched.
Al's eyes widened, and he quickly stood up and took two steps back, raising his hand to cover his forehead, and said in shock: "What are you doing?!"
Winster tilted his head and spoke hesitantly, "Can't I kiss you? I've seen my uncle and aunt kiss my brother like this."
This world expresses emotions honestly, passionately and directly. It is normal for elders to kiss younger people.
Al is a conservative person and doesn't like skin contact with people. After being recognized as a relative for a while and getting familiar with his family, his parents and other elders tried to kiss his forehead when they met him, but he avoided them, which disappointed a lot of people - the kid was still being distant with us.
Later, Al resisted the instinct to avoid and was often rubbed on the face, touched on the head and kissed on the forehead by his parents, aunts and sisters.
"It's the elders who do this to the younger ones, not the other way around."
Winster was a little embarrassed when he heard this. "Is that so? Sorry, brother, I don't know. No one has taught me..."
Al had no doubt about this. Winster was indeed more disciplined and had more common sense than Samuel, but it was normal for him to lack knowledge in certain aspects due to his upbringing.
He sat down again and said with a helpless smile: "It's okay, just don't do this again in the future. You almost scared me to death just now."
It was a bit exaggerated, but he was indeed frightened. He even wondered if the succubus had transformed into Winster to approach him.
Winster lowered his eyelashes and hummed reluctantly, looking like a big wolfdog criticized by his master. What a pity...
Al's attention has shifted to the notebook he hadn't finished reading. The diary of an ancient person is obviously more attractive than the face he sees every day.
Winster sighed in his heart, restrained his deliberate expression, sat on the stone bench next to his brother, and played with a warm magic core, obviously absent-minded.
After thinking it over again and again, Winster finally found a topic that would not be awkward for his brother. "I heard from Samuel that many demons like your type. What about you, brother? Do you think anyone is good?"
The corner of Al's mouth twitched. It would be more appropriate to replace "like" with "sexual interest". The young man supported his chin with one hand and read the notebook. He looked relaxed and half-jokingly said, "No, I have no feelings or love."
Winster: ???
The little wolf cub showed a rare frightened expression, but unfortunately Al didn't even turn his head to look at him.
Winster calmed down and put on a forced smile, "Brother, don't joke with me. Tell me what type of person you like. I will keep it a secret."
This is exactly Winster’s purpose—to find out his brother’s criteria for choosing a spouse.
Al tilted his head slightly to look at him. Sure enough, no matter how little gossip one might normally have, he would eventually gossip.
He didn't think for long and said casually: "She's good-looking, independent, and able to protect herself. She won't often have conflicts when getting along with others."
There are standards, but although Al has never been in a relationship, he knows that love is unreasonable. The person you end up falling in love with may not meet your standards for a partner at all.
How could Winster know all this? When he heard his brother's answer, his eyes lit up and he felt that his brother would fall in love with him sooner or later!
Al suddenly thought of something. He narrowed his eyes and said suspiciously, "You don't scare people away every time you meet a girl who suits my taste."
Both Winster and Samuel had a strong possessiveness over him, and Al seriously suspected that this was the purpose of Winster's gossip.
Girl...girl?
Winter, who was full of expectations just now, suddenly felt like the sky was falling!
In fact, Al is a career-minded person. Whenever someone mentions love to him, he just waves his hand and says, "It depends on fate."
He has never met a girl or boy that he likes, and he has neither interest nor sexual interest. He just follows the crowd and thinks that his orientation is female. He has never considered dating a boy, so it is natural for him to say such things.
Seeing that he was completely depressed and silent, Al thought that he had seen through Winster's thoughts and that the boy was guilty. He straightened his face and taught his brother: "Don't bully others."
Winster lowered his eyes and simply hummed, and it was unknown what he was thinking.
As a courtesy, Al also asked about his brother's criteria for choosing a partner.
How could Winster dare to say that he liked his brother like this? He just looked at the young man with resentment and said, "I have given up all feelings and love."
Al: ?
It's so weird, he felt that Winster's answer of "not interested" would be more in line with his personality, ah... not bad, his younger brother can joke now!
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Perhaps Samuel was too tired these days, as he hadn't shown up for three consecutive days. After Al heard from Winster that he was fine, he was no longer worried.
He read books, practiced sword skills, and visited the demons' newly built manor every day. His life was very fulfilling.
How should I put it? He lives a much freer life than the gods recognized by all in the abyss.
The demons in the mortal world, who were rumored to be violent, warlike and man-eating, became more and more hospitable. It could be said that what they were most looking forward to now was the arrival of the silver-haired envoy, which meant that there were new things that could help them kill time.
Oh~ Your Majesty, the pious messenger of God, under the guidance of God, strives to bring blessings to the believers.
More importantly, the great Dark God is so creative and cares about his believers. Other gods only want faith, but their Lord cares about whether his believers are happy or not! Woohoo, I'm not a fan of the wrong person!
The demons were so obsessed with their new fun that they had forgotten that their god was unwilling to help them open the seal.
As for the other messenger of God... he was almost forgotten by the demons. What they didn't know was that the faith that was condensed every day fell on this person whom they ignored.
Originally, there were only a few high-level demons gathered in the Far West. Ever since the news of the appearance of the temple spread, the nearby demons have rushed over.
In just these few days, Al meets many new bosses and new races every day, which is really an eye-opener.
Surrounded by a bunch of old monsters who can kill him at any time, the young man remains calm and confident, and currently has a very harmonious relationship with the demons.
For the first time, he was thankful that there was no Internet in this world, otherwise the news would spread even faster and the entire abyss would rush here to make a pilgrimage. The densely packed heads would make him suffer from trypophobia.
Thinking of this, Al felt that it was about time to leave the abyss. He didn't want to be surrounded by demons with no end in sight.
Moreover, he was a little anxious because he couldn't practice light magic in the abyss. Besides, he had a trip to Silagusen to celebrate the birthday of the Elf King. The abyss did not distinguish between day and night, so he couldn't calculate the days properly, so he should get out early.
I was just chatting with a few familiar demons, and Al mentioned this matter casually, and the harmonious atmosphere suddenly became stiff...
The undead advised: "Your Highness, if you are not here, who will help our God to manage the abyss? Otherwise, let another messenger go back to carry out our God's plan, and you stay to lead us."
Anita, who is not afraid of death and has returned, said: "Yes, you should stay and spread the blessings bestowed by our God to the entire abyss."
Al: “…” Have you forgotten that I am the Son of Light, and Winster is the dark mage suitable for the abyss?
Raymond's big devil father is the most honest. "What should we do if we get tired of playing games these days when you are not here?" Where can we find new fun?
Al pondered for a moment and came up with a new idea. "How about... if you are really bored, you can write a story? My God is so creative, He must appreciate believers with the same excellent minds."
The surrounding demons gathered closer, forming several large circles, wanting to hear the new ideas from His Highness the Envoy of God. "What story? Our own experiences?"
"That's not the case. What I'm saying is..." Al's mind raced. He looked at Anita across from him. "Succubus can write 'As the most beautiful woman in the world, the gods are obsessed with me'"
Anita's pupils trembled.
The young man looked at the prince of the blood clan again, "The arrogant celestial clan is addicted to my blood."
Several vampires gasped.
His eyes moved to the undead Ursula, "I came back stronger after death, and I made my enemies kneel and beg for mercy."
Undead: “!!!”
Finally, he said to the Great Devil, "I traveled back to before the War of Gods, and I assisted the Dark God in becoming the Lord of the World."
Demons: Aaaaahhhh!!!
There was silence for a while. Al looked around and found that everyone was absent-minded. Their expressions were either arrogant or domineering. It was obvious that their souls had gone to another world.
He nodded. Good, it seems that he had successfully hit their sweet spot.
Al added fuel to the fire, "Once the story is written, you can also arrange a few plays and write a few poems. I look forward to seeing the excellent works you create next time I come to the Abyss."
The number of stories could be endless. If the demons were interested in these things and had something to pass the time, they would not spend all day thinking about going out for revenge and occupying territory.
You Mo was the first to break away from his fantasy and praised: "As expected of you, Your Highness. This is an interesting idea!"
Al was tired of chatting today, so he mentioned going back to the temple. The demons did not try to keep him as usual, as the little drama in everyone's mind was very exciting!
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When Samuel woke up, he saw Winster's memory and frowned deeply. Like? Love? What the hell?
Never mind this kind of thing. When He was away, the kid didn't even ask Winster when He would be back. It's obvious that he didn't miss Him at all. He's so heartless!
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