I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

Ion hesitated for a moment, and observed the amiable Otto from top to bottom. His appearance was no different from that of a normal human being. His fair European face had a soft texture, which was completely different from the hard material of soul steel.

If he didn't say it, Ian wouldn't be able to see that such a real body...is actually made of cold soul steel.

"I understand. After all, for you...or for ordinary people, this kind of thing is enough to be called the taboo of the taboo, the absurd of the absurd."

Otto waved his hand: "Actually, at the very beginning, I was entangled, confused, and even refused."

"But in the face of need, all idealism is hypocritical."

"Need...?" Ian sensitively grasped the key points in his mouth, and at the same time, there were some doubts in his heart.

Although he has not been in Tianming for a long time, he has experienced many things.

In his impression, Destiny has no shortage of money or people, and with advanced technology, it also has unparalleled power.

Rather than saying that this is an organization, it is better to say that this is a country... No, it is stronger than the country.

And as the supreme authority of such an organization, what does he need?What more could he need?

...It can't be something romantic like love.

"You have grasped the most critical point, that's good." He looked directly at Yan, his expression seemed to be suddenly interested: "Then, why don't you take a guess?"

"what?"

"But first let me tell you, there is no reward for guessing right or wrong." Otto spread out his hands, smiling kindly: "After all, you made such a big fuss in Florence and destroyed almost half of the city. The cost of compensation is not a small sum.”

Ian was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized.

By the way, he was slamming the air before, fighting like crazy, and didn't care about the damage to the surroundings at all. Thinking about it carefully, it is the center of the whole city, and Florence is the birthplace of the Renaissance movement. In a world-famous tourist attraction, any brick is estimated to be worth a lot.

As for him, it is estimated that the number of broken bricks alone is no less than four figures, not to mention the buildings and buildings destroyed by him.

Thinking of this, Yaen couldn't help but feel a little uncertain, and the expression on his face became hesitant.

"May I ask first, about the cost of compensation?" He asked cautiously.

"Do you care about this?" Otto waved his hand: "Don't worry, how can a person with a world at heart care about such a small amount of money."

Small money?

The corners of Yan's eyes twitched. Although he didn't know the specific cost of compensation, he thought the amount would be far beyond his imagination.

In reverse, how much does it cost to build a city?It's still the kind of empty city without any arts and crafts museum.

At least one billion.

"Okay, let's not mention that, let's continue the topic just now." Otto clapped his hands, showing a wait-and-see smile, "I'm curious what kind of answer you will give."

Compared with Otto's enjoyment, Yann seemed a little reserved, as if he was not very used to communicating with him.

"Uh... Eliminate Honkai?" He scratched his head.

"Oh? This answer sounds quite reasonable." Otto smiled and shook his head: "However, although I do take the fight against Honkai as my duty, it is not what I really need."

"Then... save the world?"

"Save the world? That's really great." He still shook his head and smiled lowly: "It's just that it's too empty and unrealistic, and I can't do it."

"Shouldn't it be ruling the world?"

"Well——, if you only mean human society, then I can be regarded as ruling the world now." Otto shrugged and said it easily.

Ian was silent, or he was so shocked that he was numb.

He can even say the words 'it can be regarded as ruling the world' in a grand manner, so what else does he need?

"Don't think of me so noble, in fact, what I need is not something great."

Otto suddenly laughed at himself and said: "It's better to say that its essence is an extremely small and hopeless selfish desire."

"One...selfish desire?" Ian frowned.

"Yes."

He nodded generously, staring at Ion.

For a moment, the wind howled violently, like a ghost howling.The leaves outside the window rustled and fell, like souls falling into hell.

Yarn suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless glacier, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen, filled with a bone-chilling chill.

His eyes widened slightly, his eyes seemed to be firmly fixed, and he couldn't move away.

The person in front of him has not changed in any way from before, the expression on his face is still faint, with a soft smile, but his eyes have changed, becoming as cold as the eternal frozen earth that has been frozen for thousands of years, Faintly revealed a trace of obsession rooted deep in the ground.

"What I want is for a dead person to wake up in front of me again."

Otto's voice suddenly became far away, his eyes looked out of the window involuntarily, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in the long-term memories like the past.

"It's not a clone, it's not a reincarnation, it's a real one—the resurrection of the dead!"

60: Rita is a good girl, you have to act early

"The dead... Su Sheng?"

Yan's pupils suddenly contracted into needles, and he vaguely heard thunder in his ears.

This word makes him seem to come to medieval Europe, the era when witches and wizards were prevalent, the absurd and gloomy black magic told miracles, and the righteous believers lit the torches, and there seemed to be endless darkness spreading in a trance, Swallow him like a tide.

That's really a... superstitious word.

But when this man said this, his expression was as serious and serious as a knife, the light seemed to freeze on his face, the gentleness between his brows faded away, his eyes were as cold as a sword colliding, and even his voice was faintly cold, as if Frozen mountains.

But Yaen seemed to see something else from these eyes, as if he had penetrated through layers of obstructing fog, and witnessed the unwillingness, remorse, pain—and madness buried deep in his eyes.

"Who is that person?" He asked.

"... About her, we have to start talking about it from a long, long time ago."

Otto raised his head, the curtains swaying in the wind were reflected in his pupils, like her skirt dancing under the spotlight.

"The cause of everything began when the boy met the destined girl."

In the silent ward, the tired old man slowly told a long story.

Yann listened silently, his eyes became ethereal, as if following his words, he broke through the shackles of time, broke free from the shackles of space, and finally came to that beautiful but cruel story, as if he was on the scene.

Time passed silently with the breeze that rolled up the curtains, and the story reached the end unconsciously, and the sunset in the sky also dyed the white clouds into blood red, just like the girl's final ending.

When the dust at the end of the story settled and the room fell silent again, both Otto and Ion were silent at this moment. The two lowered their heads at the same time, as if they were mourning the girl in the story. Solemn and solemn.

"Until now, I can still recall every second of being with her, as if it happened yesterday." Otto said quietly: "I still remember that at the noble dinner, she wore a long purple dress and A beautiful hairpin, and I held her waist and danced a court ballroom dance."

"That day was also the day when I made a marriage contract with her." He recalled the past to himself, smiling innocently and silly: "At that time, I was so excited that I couldn't stop shaking her hand. , but after the announcement, she turned her head and ran downstairs to eat cake, making her mouth full of cream."

"That's her lifelong event. Can't you give me a little reaction? Or, don't you have anything you want to say to me?"

Otto seemed to be asking someone who no longer existed.

"But she has been like this since before, and I got used to it unconsciously. I thought that according to this script, one day we would connect with each other."

He lowered his head, and his voice suddenly softened, like a breeze: "But she died, just like that."

"People mourned her, remembered her, mourned her death. But time flowed like water, and after a few years, no one even mentioned her again, as if... the person who died for them, really It’s like it doesn’t exist anymore.”

"Since then, I have understood one thing." Otto suppressed his sadness, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "This world has never been fair!"

"Why do people with righteous hearts die because they are alone and helpless? Why do people full of evil live because they confuse right and wrong? Why can even an out-and-out coward survive in this world for 500 years!" His voice Ferocious and fierce, the anger of a beast is suppressed between the lines, like Satan's low growl, venting his resentment and hatred.

"Is such a world really worth her life for? I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled! I can't just let her die like this, she can't die for these stupid people! Yes, all of this is mine My fault! It was my cowardice, my incompetence, and my indecision that killed her!" Otto's voice became hoarse: "So I want to resurrect her! At all costs, even if I fall into the abyss, into the eternal , was cast aside by the whole world, I want to resurrect her!"

"No one can stop me!"

For a moment, the cold wind blowing outside the window lifted their blonde hair of the same color.

Yan stared blankly at the man with a face like a ghost, and suddenly his mind went blank, as if he had been struck by thunder.

He never imagined that the Archbishop of Destiny, the leader who fights against Houkai and protects the world, and his father—is such a stubborn person.

So stubborn... Even time can't beat him!

500 years have not allowed him to decay, and you can even see his burning soul through his green eyes, as if he is immortal.

Otto took a deep breath, and rubbed the space between his brows as if realizing that he was a little too excited.

"Sorry, I'm a little too excited."

This is the first time he has apologized today, and the number of times has probably surpassed the sum of all his apologies in recent decades.

Ion stared at him silently, thinking for a long time.

"Aren't you tired of living like this?"

"There's nothing tiring." Otto shook his head: "A person who knows what he lives for can endure any kind of life."

He looked at the deep twilight sky and stood up.

"Thank you for listening to me patiently." He showed a relieved smile: "Honestly, it's really nice to find someone who can tell the biggest secret I've had for a long time."

"Can I ask one last question?"

"Of course, you can ask me anytime, and I will tell you the truth."

"Are you... are you really my father?" Yan looked at him with blank eyes: "If it's really what you said, then what am I?"

Otto didn't speak, just leaned over and hugged him.

The warm touch spread to the nerves, and a gentle whisper sounded in the ear: "You are indeed my child, this is an undeniable fact."

He got up, put his palms on Yan's shoulders, and looked straight into his eyes: "There are too many complicated things involved in your life experience, and I can't explain it clearly for a while, when the time is right After that, I will naturally tell you the whole story."

"Trust me, I won't lie to you."

Yan couldn't help stroking the ring on his finger, and nodded in silence for a while: "I understand."

He hesitated for a moment, with a tangled expression on his face: "Dad."

The sudden shout made Otto feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and he froze on the spot. It took him a while to react, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"The last time I heard you adding me like this was when you were eight years old." He said with emotion, "I didn't expect to hear this voice again, but it was ten years later."

"Can I call again?"

"...Speaking of which, is it really okay for you, as a bishop, to stay in the ward all day and tell me stories?" Yann bluntly changed the subject: "Shouldn't a big man like you be concerned about the country and the people in every day? Right?"