Chronicle of the Temple of Light

Haider and his party went to the guest room to rest. Although most of them didn't need to sleep, they had developed some human habits after years of wandering around the world.

Haider stood barefoot in the guest room, facing the door, with a hesitant expression.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and he opened the door hastily.

Standing outside, Aldrich still hadn't let go of the knock on the door. He asked in surprise, "So fast?" Then his eyes fell on his bare feet, his brows were frowned, as if he wanted to say something, out of some kind of Concerns, in the end did not say.

Haider was thinking about something, but didn't notice his expression: "What's the matter?"

"About the contract," Aldridge said, "Are you free now?"

Haider seemed a little flustered, but then calmed down again: "Rescission of the contract?"

"Yes, isn't it convenient?" Aldrich noticed something was wrong with him.

Haider shook his head like a cover-up: "It's okay, let me see if there is any remaining light blood."

He turned sideways to let Aldridge in.

Aldrich sat down in the guest room, looking defenseless, waiting for Haider to come over.

Haider frowned, squatted down in front of the chair, and put his hands on Aldrich's heart through his clothes.

Aldrich's body froze: "I stand up?"

"No need." Haider put his hand on his heart, feeling the strong heartbeat under his hand, and as the heartbeat slowly accelerated, he looked up at Aldrich, and clearly saw his figure in his silver eyes .

He suddenly felt his face was a little hot, he lowered his head and retracted his hands, and said in a low voice, "Okay, there is no residue."

"Then terminate the contract..." Aldrich stretched out his right hand, revealing the wrist with the God of Light seal, "What do we need to do?"

Haider pursed his lips: "Return the blood exchanged when the contract was signed before, apply it on the god seal on the other party's wrist, and then wait a while."

"Wait a while?" Aldridge was a little dazed.

"I don't know either. The reason the Mother God told me is that I have a certain amount of time to regret it, but this reason sounds very false." Haider shook his head.

Aldrich nodded to express his understanding: "Then where is the divine blood exchanged before?"

"Cover your heart and feel a drop of blood that doesn't belong to you in your heart."

Aldridge did as he said: "Then what? A stab in the heart?"

Haider: "..." He rolled his eyes, not understanding why the God of Destiny could joke around at such a time.

"Split your ring finger, what goes in and what comes out."

Aldridge also understood that his joke seemed inappropriate, he touched his nose, and suddenly frowned: "Why do I think your blood is not easy to peel off?"

"Normal, I've been trying to get rid of your blood since just now, but it won't move at all."

The room was quiet for a while. In order not to make the atmosphere so stiff, Aldridge said casually: "I didn't expect that it would be difficult to cancel the contract."

"Not so fast, where have you been?"

"Still in the heart, not moving."

"……Me too."

After trying for a while, Haider was discouraged: "It's too difficult, I thought I was having a baby."

"Still not moving." Aldrich sighed.

"Why don't we forget about it today? I'll ask Sifano, maybe he knows something."

Seeing that he was really tired, Aldridge said, "Okay, there is no rush at this moment."

He left Haider's room and closed the door softly.

Haider sat on the carpet, dazed for a while, then suddenly leaned forward, put his hands on the bed, buried his face in it, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day he went to find Sifano, and Cecia was already awake and talking to Sifano.

"Hayden?" Cecia asked after hearing the voice.

"Have you remembered?" Haider asked curiously, "Why is your hair getting longer?"

Cecia scratched the long hair that grew to the waist overnight, and said sadly: "I'm also surprised, Bernal said that he has never seen such a situation, after all, our family has no entity."

"So do you know your identity?" Haider asked with interest.

Checia sighed: "There is no entity, and it is not an undead, it can only be a dream soul."

"...Then it's not easy for you." Haider recalled the legend about the dream soul, and immediately sympathized.

Legend has it that the dream soul creates dreams for humans, and then confuses humans in the dreams, feeds on humans, and is moody, but extremely rare.

"I don't eat people," Chesia said gloomily, "The Dream Souls don't even need to eat. According to Bernal, we don't even have a body, so how can we eat?"

A few more locks of hair hung down in front of him during the speech, and he stretched out his hand to pin the hair behind his ears, complaining a bit: "It's really too troublesome. Sev, why don't you help me cut my hair."

Cifano sighed, and conjured a hair tie out of thin air to help him tie his hair behind his head: "How did you live in the past?"

"I didn't think so before, but now I feel very awkward." Chesia hooked the hair tie, "You don't have long hair, where did you get the hair tie?"

"Don't touch it, it will be scattered again later." Cifano worried.

"Don't avoid my question." Cecia narrowed her eyes.

Sifano looked at the sky: "What color do you think it is?"

"black?"

"What color is my hair?"

"black."

Chesia looked at the headband for a long time: "...you mean this is your hair?"

Haider looked at the top of Sifano's head, saw that it was still lush, and walked over to look at the back of his head.

Cifano grabbed him back: "I won't be bald with this few hairs."

"What if?" Haider pretended to be worried, "Our family has never had such a precedent."

Cecia was amused by the two brothers, and after laughing for a long time, she suddenly remembered: "Hayden, what do you need from Sev?"

"...There is something wrong," Haider asked, remembering the embarrassing situation last night, "Yesterday Aldrich asked me to terminate the contract, but we failed at the step of returning the blood."

"Not yet? Are you still him?" Sifano thought for a while and asked with a frown.

"Me and him. We tried for a long time, but the blood didn't move at all."

Cifano shook his head: "I've never heard of such a situation. Are you in a hurry to terminate the contract?"

"I'm not in a hurry," Haider complained, "It's Aldrich who seems to be in a hurry."

"Then wait, when we return to the human world, go ask Uncle Lal." Sifano suggested.

"That's the only way, when are we going back?" Haider was helpless.

Cecia said: "Come on, Bernal is beyond my imagination."

Haider cheered up: "What's wrong with him?"

"He helped me do memory retrieval, but he also secretly recovered the memory," Chesia gloated, "After that, I felt sorry for Alcott, so I told him all the truth, and said that the body back then was actually a friend. Looks like. Then the jar of vinegar was overturned."

"It's the first time I've seen such a straightforward person." Cifano also felt a little emotional, "I just pick what I shouldn't say."

"If you have something to do, go to my two cheap nephews, Bernal said," Chesia shrugged, "I don't think he's free these days."

Haider laughed a few times and said goodbye to them.

"This child..." Chesia sighed when he saw him leave.

Cifano bit his ear, and said dissatisfiedly, "You have liked to think of yourself as an elder since you woke up."

Cecia laughed: "Aren't I old enough to be your elder?"

He thought for a while, and then asked suspiciously: "Why do I feel that I was like an elder before I regained my memory?"

Sifano was afraid that he would bring up the embarrassing story of his faking amnesia again, so he changed the subject instantly: "I don't know why it's so difficult to terminate the contract. I haven't heard of such a thing before."

Cecia said meaningfully: "Blood, it always obeys the master."

"You mean?"

"They still have some mills." Chesia touched his chin, "Do you want to remind them?"

"Asi's character, he won't take the initiative after being reminded, so don't worry about them." Cifano tried to draw his lover's attention to himself.

"You say so, I'm going to give it a try," Chesia pushed his head away, "Do you want to bet?"

Cifano hugged his waist and said depressedly, "How do you bet?"

Chesia smiled and said, "Dream Soul, the greatest ability is to weave dreams."

"Let me remind you, gods don't dream."

"The gods haven't slept yet. Hayden fell asleep as usual last night."

Cifano narrowed his eyes: "How do you know?"

"Didn't you just wake up last night?" Checia smiled sarcastically, "I was a little hungry, and somehow entered Hayden's dream."

"You just said you don't need to eat."

"It's the kind of mental hunger that's not easy to control," he scratched his face, "but I really don't eat people, we just need to weave a dream, and when humans wake up, the dream will be mature, and we can use mature Dreams feed."

"What's in Asmen?" Cifano asked, wondering what the gods who might not sleep for hundreds of years would dream about.

Chesia thought about it for a while: "There are clouds under his feet, and there is a big tree in front of him. Many gods are under the tree, but he just watched and didn't pass by."

"What kind of tree?"

"It's a very ordinary tree. I really can't find out its characteristics, but it is very tall. Oh, by the way, there seem to be things hanging on some branches."

Cifano pressed: "Is the two-color ribbon tied in a knot?"

"Yes, but the ribbons on each branch seem to be different." Chesia asked curiously, "You know?"

"The natal tree of Sharon, the goddess of marriage, is full of marriage certificates." Sifano sighed. He no longer dared to ask Haider what the tree meant.

"There are often many gods under that tree?"

"No, it grows in the Temple of Marriage, and it cannot enter without Sharon's invitation."

Cecia patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be angry when I say that... If Haider was someone else, I would say that he, um, kind of hates marriage."

Cifano: "..."

"But Hayden's character," Chesia said, "many gods are under the marriage tree, but he hasn't passed it, probably because he has a hard time talking about feelings."

Cifano: "..." Both are quite difficult to accept.

"Let's remind him a little bit. It would be a pity if he missed it because of this."

"...I have no objection." Cifano said.

Cecia looked at him in surprise: "You have no objection?"

"Uncle Lal talked to me at the time." Cifano's face was somewhat resentful, but he was generally calm. "I shouldn't talk about his feelings."

Checia praised: "The God of the Earth is really enlightened."

"...Honey, although you're praising my uncle, I'm also a little jealous."

"How can there be such a strange statement," Chesia said angrily, "Hold on."

"...You rely on me to like you."

"Grow up, Sev."

"..."