Chapter 43 Chapter 43 She does not respect gods, does not believe in heaven,...
Excluding the time when Errol's dream was interrupted by the devil's summons, this was the first time that Lin Miao tried to release other spells while performing dream skills.
Obviously, she succeeded.
Let's just consider it as the latest masterpiece to prove her conjecture is true, Lin Miao thought, while steadying the young angel who staggered and fell into her arms just after landing.
Xiao Zile's cheeks turned pale due to blood loss, but because he did not stand firmly and had "intimate contact" with the woman, a blush of embarrassment quickly appeared on his face.
He wanted to explain that this was the first time he had been teleported and that he had not meant to offend her, but when he thought of her words, "It's not that serious," his teeth seemed to be stuck together with strong glue and he couldn't open his mouth.
Thinking back to the time when she was forcibly "teleported" by the archangel to the three-headed dog castle, how could this not be a kind of karma!
The fair and pretty employer fell into the clutches of the worker. Lin Miao was not in a hurry to tease her, but looked around at the surrounding environment.
Neglected wheat fields... and a small town.
Are their skills enough to make the world go round? Is the span so wide that it crosses boundaries?
The town looked very desolate. Even at sunset, there was no smoke from cooking fires. The doors and windows of the bungalows on both sides were tightly closed, and overgrown weeds had eaten away the road, leaving only a narrow strip.
Lin Miao turned his eyes and caught a glimpse of a slightly dilapidated brick house in front of him on the right. There was a wooden sign hanging on the wall with the word "Tavern" written crookedly on it.
She immediately had an idea, grabbed the boy's wrist and walked over there.
The angel, who was still engaged in a psychological struggle, was caught off guard when she pulled him. He didn't even think of struggling or stopping, and obediently followed her footsteps into the tavern.
The door frame was dislocated, and the few remaining tables and chairs were covered in dust. The only person in the entire bar was a middle-aged woman sitting behind the old bar.
Two strange men, one wearing purple clothes and a mask and the other with blood-stained silver hair, who obviously did not belong to the town, entered the house. The haggard woman only raised her head slightly and glanced around weakly, as if nothing could make her mood fluctuate.
The boss's voice was dull and rough: "There is only one jar of wheat wine left."
Lin Miao took off the pearls in her hair and handed them to her: "We want them."
The human girl picked a seat at random, wiped the dust off the chair with her luxurious sleeves, and sat down carelessly; her nonchalant behavior made the angel, who always observed etiquette and liked cleanliness, frown.
"An angel who claims to have a pure heart cannot tolerate even the dust of the world?" Lin Miao tilted his head, his voice light and airy.
The boy was startled, his lips pursed tighter. After a few seconds, he wiped off the dust like Lin Miao did and sat down across from her.
"...the morning dew upon which angels are born in the divine palace is a symbol of purity." Ziler's blue eyes revealed a stubborn obsession with "truth." "I'm not 'boasting'."
The masked woman didn't respond.
Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, and the "dong dong" sound continued, making the young angel, who was praised by God as "as quiet as the cold abyss", feel inexplicably upset.
"Why did you save me?" He then brought up a new topic that she had to respond to. "You don't worship Heaven."
Lin Miao thought, of course, because he was her beloved employer, the one who held the contract for her 'selling herself.' Her posture became increasingly slouched. "Why so many whys? If I had to find a reason for everything I did, wouldn't it be exhausting?"
"But everything is governed by cause and effect... He said, outside of duty, there is no good or evil without reason." Even though his flesh was constantly being gnawed by demonic energy, the boy's back remained straight, and the run-down, grimy tavern seemed transformed into a lotus pedestal by his presence. "...In short, I owe you a favor."
Lin Miao knew with her toes who this "He" was referring to. She didn't bother to argue about gratitude or indebtedness, but asked directly, "What about you? With such limited magical power, you dared to go to hell alone. How desperate are you?"
Ziler clenched his fists, his still youthful, beautiful face etched with the resolve of a martyr: "Until the demons are eradicated, there will be no peace in the world."
Who was saying that Lin Miao was good at training dogs? She thought the one in Shen Ting was the top dog training master.
She scolded her young employer like that.
Lin Miao laughed out loud: "Then let me test you - the wheat fields we just saw were clearly fertile, with no trace of demonic energy. The harvest should be enough to feed the people of this small town. Why is the town so desolate?"
“…” The angel was speechless for a moment, having obviously never been “tested” with such questions.
Two bowls of beer were placed on the table between them, and the hunched-backed woman's vision was cloudy.
She seemed to be answering Lin Miao's question, but also seemed to be talking to herself: "I can't pay the rent to the lord... I can't pay the taxes... All the crops I grow are taken away..."
“No matter how good the land is, I can’t survive on it…”
“…”
He couldn't see the woman's expression, but he felt that the bird on the mask seemed to be silently mocking him.
Lin Miao half lifted the mask. The thick and spicy wine still had the sweetness of wheat ears. After swallowing it, the tip of his tongue could taste bitterness.
"I don't know what Heaven means by 'protection,'" she said slowly, even she couldn't tell if this was a ploy to win him over or the words she had longed to express. "Order, great love... they sound so noble."
"It's well worth getting rid of some of the - the bad stuff."
"So, Heaven bases peace on the slaughter of Hell." She paused, then quickly concluded, "Even if you never care about the extortion and plundering of the royal palace and the nobles."
"The Divine Court cannot interfere in the affairs of the human world." This decree was deeply engraved in the code of conduct of every angel, and Zeller blurted it out without thinking.
Lin Miao seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and the moment he finished speaking, she continued: "So the Divine Court cannot protect the true peace of the human world."
The sea, which always ebbs and flows according to the laws of nature, was stagnant for a moment. The young angel's blue eyes were filled with the indignation and anger that should come when one's faith is questioned, as well as the confusion that should not exist but was quietly growing.
"Don't you want to try it?" Lin Miao pushed the wine bowl in front of him.
As the servants closest to the gods and the agents of oracles, angels must stay away from wine, because it will erode their clear minds and pollute their holy souls.
Zeller looked at the strange, masked woman.
She does not respect gods, does not believe in heaven, and does not know where she came from. She is just a chance acquaintance of his and is not on the same path as him.
And he, he is the god's most loyal believer and most favored subordinate;
He should certainly forget her presumptuous nonsense and, after repaying her kindness, go his own way, like two intersecting lines on a plane, which only overlap at one point.
Of course he should...
should……
…She hadn’t even asked his name.
The angel's fair hands held up the black porcelain bowl, and he drank quickly and violently. The spicy wine washed over his throat, and a little splashed out, wetting his well-defined jaw.
"Cough, cough, cough..." He began to cough, one cough after another, and his frosty face turned red again; perhaps the "crimes" he committed in just half a day were more than the hundred years he had committed in the Divine Court combined.
"But, but Hell's creatures are cruel and treacherous. Killing them... is beneficial to the human world." His brain was dulled by the alcohol, and his speech became halting, but he still stubbornly insisted, "...He is not wrong, and neither am I."
In his blurry vision, he seemed to see the masked woman shaking her head and reaching out to him again—
She asked him, "Seeing is believing. Now that you've gotten out of heaven, why don't you stay with me for a while?"
“…”
"……good."
He wasn't sure if this was his answer.
*
After the young angel gave a positive answer, Lin Miao felt his consciousness leave his body as usual and transitioned to the second part of the dream.
Wait, why does this cliff look so much like the one where she eavesdropped on the conversation between the three-headed dog and Cecilia last time?
Lin Miao twitched his lips when he found himself standing where Errol had stood before, only one step away from the abyss below.
Is there duck slices planted on this hill? All the demons in this huge hell are running here!
She took two steps back calmly and heard light footsteps behind her.
Non-human races make almost no sound when they walk, and the fact that she could hear it only meant that he wanted her to hear it.
"Zile." So Lin Miao obeyed his wishes, "You are here."
As expected, the footsteps stopped a few meters away from her. From the corner of her eye, she could see his spotless snow-white robe, which was completely out of place in this hell.
"...I'm coming." After he responded, the air fell into a long silence.
He didn't speak, and Lin Miao, unaware of the events surrounding the incident, didn't dare to speak either. Fortunately, few could outlast the relentless wait of Ms. Lin, the gold medal dog trainer. Angel was the first to surrender: "...that village...everyone is dead."
Which village? Lin Miao, with her back to the angel, looked confused beneath her mask, but her ability to discern emotions from voices remained intact. “…I hope you don’t tell me you think I did it.”
"...You saved the girl, but they...those humans, not only didn't believe you, they also disrespected you."
The scene in the illusion reappeared in his mind, and Lin Miao reacted immediately. He suppressed the anger that was bubbling up in his heart and said calmly: "Since you know I saved the child, you shouldn't suspect that I would attack the village."
"I don't doubt you!" Zeller raised his voice, a hint of anxiety lingering in his clear voice. "I just... just..."
"Just what?" Lin Miao turned, staring at his face. Compared to the first scene, the angel had shed his youthful immaturity and become even more beautiful, with snowy skin and a radiant glow. However, that cold, jade-like face was filled with pain and confusion.
She suddenly realized: "Oh... I see. You think it was my subordinates who did it, right?"
“…” The young man Zeller closed his eyes and agreed with her words.
"So, you're questioning me about this?" Lin Miao raised an eyebrow. "You're questioning me about a group of people who bullied me?"
"Do you think I failed to control my subordinates, or do you think I condoned their behavior?"
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