I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

It was as if something was repairing and strengthening his body.

Just as Ian was thinking, he suddenly heard a slight knock on the door behind him.

He thought it was the doctor who came to check him up again, so he didn't think much about it.

"Please come in."

He turned around, and what caught his eyes was a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue-black tight-fitting suit and black gloves on his hands.

His face was calm and gentle, his emerald green pupils stared at Yaen, and there was a faint nostalgia between his brows.

"Long time no see, Ian." He paused and said, "My child."

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PS: I was moving recently and found some childhood memories.

The second one continued to stay up all night to write it out.I also know that I write too slowly, so I don't ask for votes.

58: Father and Son

In the private ward, the father and son, who had been separated for ten years, faced each other from a distance, speechless.

Yaen looked at the uninvited man, and his heart had already set off a turbulent wave, like a calm sea with a thousand layers of raging waves, rushing towards him like a reverse current.

But he was still calm on the surface, but his pupils shrank slightly for a moment, and then returned to normal in a blink of an eye.

When father and son meet, there is no impassioned hug, nor hysterical questioning, but just maintain an indifferent distance that strangers should not get close to.

They faced each other in silence.

Some people say that time is a powerful enemy that nothing in the world can match. It can take away everything from everyone, including memory, emotion, knowledge and even... life.

Ten years is enough to wash away a person's memory until it is as blurred as a mixed paint soaked together. Even if this memory records his biological father, in Yann's eyes, he is just a blood-related...stranger Just people.

He opened his mouth, but the words that came to his mind were blocked in his throat again, and he couldn't utter a single word.

People are often such strange creatures. You obviously have a lot to say, but when you open your mouth, you can't say anything.

In the long silence, there was only the ticking of the pendulum.

"You..." After a long time, Yan broke the silence: "You are the bishop?"

The other party stared at his eyes as if looking at a stranger, and smiled slightly.

"That's right." He nodded: "I am the current Archbishop of Destiny, Otto Apocalypse."

Otto walked to the hospital bed, pulled the chair and sat down with a concerned voice.

"Sorry to see you so late, are you feeling better?"

Yan nodded a little uncomfortable, looked down at the pure white sheet covering his body, and said calmly: "It's good, thank you for your concern"

"That's good. I read your physical examination report before, and the above index shows that everything is normal."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the lines of his face softened: "But after all, it's just a series of pale numbers that don't represent anything. You must know that although people often compare the human body to a sophisticated machine, it is often more complex than a machine. complex."

"Do you know why?"

Ion shook his head.

"Because there is something attached to it that the machine doesn't have—" He stretched out a finger, his voice was very soft, but there was a certain deep weight: "Soul."

"soul?"

Yan was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously raised his head to look at him with astonishment in his eyes.

"Yes." Otto said seriously: "Although there is no evidence that the soul exists until now, there is also no evidence that it does not exist."

"Throughout the ages, countless scholars have tried to prove the existence of the soul, and have conceived countless hypotheses to disprove it, but so far they still have nothing."

He looked directly at Yan, and asked meaningfully: "Do you believe that there are souls in this world?"

Yan looked at him blankly, those green pupils were serious and serious, and there seemed to be a faint obsession for thousands of years, like a lunatic who abandoned the whole world and wanted to pursue the goal in his heart.

After a long while, he scratched his cheek in confusion, and smiled wryly at a loss: "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand...what exactly are you trying to express."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Otto seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, as if he was blaming himself for what he said just now: "Maybe I was a little excited, so I said some irrelevant things. "

He looked up again, but his expression returned to normal in an instant: "Please forgive the joy of reuniting with your child as a father."

joy?

Yann was a little confused, and he thought, could it be that the way you express your joy is to talk to him about a topic about philosophy and religious belief?

As expected of a man called a bishop!

"It seems that I scared you a little bit." Otto looked at Yan's bewildered expression, and smiled softly: "Okay, let's change the subject."

He observed Yan's dull blue pupils, and smiled kindly: "Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the little boy who was a little timid back then has grown into a man of indomitable spirit."

Yan was speechless in a daze, and just looked at him with a confused expression.

In fact, his memories of before he was eight years old are a little vague, as if covered by a thin layer of mist, and he can't tell the real from the fake.

"Oh, by the way, I've already learned about what happened in Florence. You've done a good job, and you're outstanding." A look of appreciation appeared in Otto's eyes: "You have courage, courage, and you have placed it on Soul Steel beforehand." The tracker also proves that you're not a fool."

"To be honest, I'm actually worried that something unexpected will happen to you, but... this is the suffering you will have to face sooner or later." He paused, and his voice softened: "Whoever will eventually shake the world, will last forever Self-silence. Whoever will ignite the lightning will be forever like a cloud."

Ian observed the expression on his face. This man seemed to have changed from a obsessive lunatic to a sentimental poet again. The change in temperament was so huge.

"Speaking of it, it seems that I have been talking all the time." Otto looked at Yan, who was silent, and raised the topic: "Don't you have anything to say?"

"Uh..." Yan hesitated for a while before asking the biggest doubt in his heart: "You look much younger than I thought."

This is also one of the reasons why he has been confused. The person in front of him looks like he is only 25 years old from the outside, but he is 18 years old this year.

Could Honkai also have the effect of prolonging life and staying young forever?Is this a bit too versatile?

"Much younger?—That's true." Otto looked down at his body and explained: "After all, the appearance of this body is about 25 years old, and it is natural for him to be young."

"This...body?"

Ian frowned, feeling surprised in his heart, apparently still unable to understand the meaning of his words.

"Yes, in fact, this body is not made of flesh and blood, but made of liquid soul steel." He said casually, "So strictly speaking, I can also be regarded as a cyborg."

Obviously the tone of the other party was relaxed and casual when he said this, but Yaen felt a chilling sense of horror, as if he had witnessed the unknown taboo scene behind this sentence, revealing the absurd and dark truth.

"Wait!" He suddenly noticed something, and his face showed doubts: "Then I...what am I?"

"You don't have to worry about this." Otto reassured in time: "You are a living, flesh-and-blood human being, and you should have experienced this yourself."

"But you..."

Yan didn't finish the follow-up sentence because he didn't know how to say it.I am his son, but he is not even a human being, so where did I come from.

And most importantly—where's his mother?

59: Resurrection of the dead (please refresh)

"I know you have a lot of questions."

Otto said: "But before that, I want you to answer me a little question."

He paused for a moment, his eyes were a little foggy, as if he had conceived some words in his heart.

Then he said, "Have you ever hated me?"

Yann looked slightly startled, and looked at Otto involuntarily.

"hatred?"

"That's right." He nodded, "I hate that I abandoned you outside since I was a child and never came to see you once. I hate that after ten years of abandoning you, I suddenly let someone bring you back. I hate that I can't help but want to I want to train you to be the next bishop's successor. I hate that I didn't appear in front of you until now... "

"That feeling is like a chess piece that is only remembered when needed."

In the light and shadow, his eyes are very calm, just like the sea under the clear sky, calm and calm without causing any waves.

Ion fell into silence, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

He has never thought about this question, hate it?Don't you hate it?Don't you hate it?hate it?

He is also not sure about this kind of emotion. Some people say that hate comes from love, and love comes from hate. Love and hate are two extremes of one emotion.

But the problem is that the power of time is too powerful, so strong that it has washed away his feelings for his biological parents so fragmented, and they have long been buried in the dusty memory, and even now looking back, he only feels a touch of nostalgia.

Before hating someone, you have to love someone first.

In fairness, did he ever love his parents?

Ian feels that he should be in love. He has indeed been missing his parents in the past ten years, but this yearning is not so much for a specific person, but rather for the existence of "parents" itself.

Besides, how can a person who almost forgets the appearance of his biological parents talk about love and hate?

"I do not know."

Yan shook his head in frustration, and suddenly felt empty in his heart. Obviously his father was standing in front of him, but he couldn't feel any warmth, and even had a lingering sense of alienation.

— like two people talking with masks on.

"...Well, it looks like I asked another stupid question." Otto took a deep breath, as if feeling a little tired: "Let's get down to business, let's start with you first."

"Me?" Ian was a little surprised.

"Yes, I also said it before - you are a human being, a living human being with flesh and blood." Otto emphasized: "Looking back at your past life experience, even if I tell you that you are actually a Terminator , you won't believe it either."

As if to ease the atmosphere, he made a harmless joke.

But Yaen seemed to take it seriously, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little horrified, and he couldn't help touching his chest.

Fortunately, he could indeed feel the beating of his heart.

"Don't take it too seriously." Otto smiled lightly: "To be honest, seeing your behavior like this makes me feel very hurt."

"Uh, I'm just... a little unacceptable."