Godhead Steal [Comprehensive Lord Greece]

Ali Kumon recently had a little tail on his back.

Wherever he went, the little tail would follow him, if it wasn't for Alikumon who had a serious talk with the Elven King about how badly sleeping in the same bed would damage the innocence of a god and an elf, Alikumon estimated that the Elf King would sleep on him in the middle of the night Sometimes he climbs into bed and sleeps with him.

Ali Kumon felt that if he opened his eyes one day and saw the Elven King running from the next room to sleep next to him, he would not be so surprised.

As long as he thought about the possibility of such a development, Ali Cumon felt that the green light above Apollo's head appeared and disappeared.

I couldn't help but want to light a candle.

It's rare to see rain today.

This is one of the few rains Ali Kumon has seen in the nearly three months since he woke up to see the world.

It seems that the forest where the elves live rarely rains, but there is no shortage of water sources at all.

Even though there have been only a handful of rains in the past three months, the lake next to the Mother Tree of Life has not seen any sign of a drop in water level.

In such a peaceful day, the nature elves, apart from the guards on duty, call a group of companions to bring their own musical instruments to play together.

On nights with stars and moons, they celebrate and hold banquets under the Mother of Life tree. In rainy nights, you can always hear the clear and ethereal harp and the melodious and long-lasting sound of the flute accompanied by raindrops beating on the branches, leaves and land, mixing into a song that makes people feel peaceful. and down tunes.

Nature elves are not suitable for the battlefield.

Everything here is gentle and friendly.

Trees, lakes, breeze, sunshine and the creatures that live in the forest.

Ali Kumon stood at the door of the tree house, looking up at the somewhat dim sky.

The entire territory was quiet in the rain, and no one knew which elf was playing again. The tune matched the sound of the pattering rain, making people not feel depressed even in the rain.

A tiny drop of rain fell gently on his face following the direction of the wind, and after a while, he could even see a drop of water condensed on a small strand of slightly raised hair on his forehead.

Ali Kumeng raised his hand to wipe away the raindrops, leaned against the door of the tree house and listened quietly for a while.

The elf was probably tired, and gradually the tune became broken, and finally ended with a few random tunes, and there was no more sound.

Alikumeng came back to his senses and stood up straight, rubbed his cold and stiff face soaked by rain and wind, turned his head and walked into the house.

This kind of life is a little boring, but to be honest, Ali Kumeng couldn't be more satisfied with this kind of life.

He doesn't like lively people very much, otherwise he wouldn't always run to the deep mountains and old forests alone.

But if it wasn't for running around with a tent on his back because he doesn't like the noise of the city, he probably wouldn't be in the situation he is now.

In the final analysis, whether he thought it was better before or now, Ali Kumeng pondered whether he still thought it was better now.

Humans are social animals after all, no matter how long he stays in the deep mountains and old forests, it is impossible to completely break away from the crowd.

Even more, he never raised the idea of ​​running to the deep mountains to be alone.

Even though Ali Kumon was not very sociable during his lifetime, he still had a few friends who could confide in each other's distress.

He never felt that he was a particularly strong person, and in fact he was. He always hated the noise of the crowd and admired him silently.

So envious and envious, he died in the end.

Such a life as a natural elf is undoubtedly the most perfect appearance in Alikumon's ideal.

——a small, orderly settlement, not many people, friendly, with few conflicts, and no danger of survival.

If only rebirth was here in the first place, Alikumon thought.

Then he would definitely like to spend his whole life here like this.

But it's not working now, Alikumeng sighed in his heart, there is no if in this world, the fact is that he has already been bound, and he is no longer as free and easy as before.

Ali Kumeng entered the room and glanced at the Elf King.

The Elf King sat at the table and looked up at him eagerly. There was a pot of freshly brewed scented tea on the table.

Alikumeng was about to say something, but swallowed it back.

He felt that the elf king really regarded him as the father he called out that day.

Ali Kumon actually wanted to know what was going on, but he couldn't ask - the Elven King seemed to have identified him as that person but was pretending not to know him. He had tried his best these days They are trying to please him.

Alikumeng felt a little distressed by the inadvertently leaked longing and careful pleasing.

Ali Kumeng wanted to explain to him, but after thinking about it, he shut up.

He knew the feeling of being disappointed after gaining hope. If the Elf King wanted to think so, he could think so.

Sooner or later he will figure it out for himself, anyway, Ali Kumon will not lose a piece of meat.

What's more, to put it bluntly, Alikumon still wanted to figure out the secrets of the natural elves by relying on the misunderstanding of the elf king.

Thinking of this, Ali Kumeng felt guilty.

But he also had to leave a way out for himself and Apollo.

Lucifer is not simple, and his roots are much deeper than that of Apollo. Even after 300 years, when the cracks open, Apollo will definitely not be able to keep up with Lucifer's deep roots in the Land of Exiles.

If Apollo fails and loses, there are natural elves, and the underground space that cannot be noticed by people is the way out.

Ali Kumeng sighed, picked up the scented tea that had been poured on the table, smiled gently at the Elf King, turned and went into the study.

The Elf King looked at his back and felt that the other party was not shaken at all.

His expression was blank for a moment, then he pursed his lips and poured himself a cup of tea in silence.

While drinking in small sips, the whole person looked lonely and pitiful.

Ali Kumeng looked back at the Elf King, feeling more and more that this Elf really made people feel distressed.

After such a period of time, he can probably guess that the father the elf king called before is probably the person who created the elves—or gods.

That must have happened a very long time ago. Alikumon really did not expect that the elves would still miss their Creator so much.

Alikumeng paused while drinking tea, and thought of the statue in the underground space whose face and attire could not be seen clearly, but could only be discerned as a human figure.

The scented tea in his hand was put aside, and he turned out a dossier, which happened to be on the last page.

The elven king who wrote this volume also encountered the time when the rift opened. There was no accident. Alikumon saw the end of this dossier. Stone statues kneel down and pray.

There are no pictures or text descriptions on how to enter, and no pictures or text descriptions on how to leave.

Ali Kumon frowned, reaching out and gently stroking the statue of the god painted on the last page.

——The face is unclear, and the attire is unknown.

The Elf King poked at the door of the study room, and at a glance he saw Ali Kumeng caressing the picture of the god statue in a daze.

"The dark god Cain is here..." After a while, he paused and called softly, "Father."

Ali Kumon looked up at him, and the elf king, who was already a youth, was looking at him expectantly.

Ali Kumon wanted to correct him, but in the end he just shook his head, "Let him in."

Seeing that Ali Kumon didn't deny it, the elf king, who had been depressed for more than half a month, almost overflowed with joy.

He responded happily, turned and left the tree house, let Cain into the house, and left directly to the priest's house.

He still clearly remembered that Ali Kumeng said before that if he wanted to leave here, he had to discuss it with the priest.

According to their memories, their father refused their request when he said he was going to leave. This time, they had to take the initiative to follow in his father's footsteps.

Cain walked in from outside the door, his pace was unhurried.

"The Elven King is your son, does Apollo know?" Cain asked before he could sit down.

"..." Alikumeng choked, "Even if you didn't know it before, you should know it now."

"Oh, I'm so happy for the Lord of Light," said Cain.

Ali Kumon seriously thought about Apollo's expression when he heard him say that the elf was his own son, and thought that Apollo would probably not be happy.

Cain was very sarcastic.

Ali Kumon casually pointed to the chair, motioned him to sit down, then poured him a cup of scented tea, and pushed him in the direction of Cain.

Cain's facial contours are rigid, his eyes are deep, and there is always a polite and distant smile on the corners of his lips, which makes people feel good at a glance.

The only fly in the ointment is probably that his face is too pale, revealing an unhealthy feeling.

The costume of this dark god made him feel quite friendly, making it easy for him to think of the original world.

Just as Cain was about to take the scented tea, he seemed to have thought of something, withdrew his hand, and asked, "Are you taking money?"

Alikumeng was stunned, his face full of doubts, "I won't accept it."

"You said before that you would take the money." Cain picked up the cup and took a sip when he heard that he would not accept it.

Alikumeng thought for a while before he remembered what he said casually when he was mocking the God of Light.

I couldn't help being embarrassed.

As Lucifer's right-hand man, are you worried that the price of a cup of scented tea is really good?

Don't you think it's low Cain?

"I'm here to send money..." Cain got stuck in the middle of speaking, and paused, without any embarrassment on his face, but changed his words very naturally: "I'm here to do business with you."

You have been exposed.

Ali Cumon felt that if he were Lucifer, he would definitely beat Cain to death.

So embarrassing.

"What business?" Ali Kumeng put on his signature gentle smile.

Treat customers with warmth like a spring breeze.

"You..." Cain spoke slowly, as if he was thinking about it all the time, "Can you give me a younger brother?"

What thef. uck?

For the first time, Ali Kumon felt that this kind of ordinary conversation required a help procedure.

Cain looked at Alikumon's blank look, as if he finally understood what he said, and the other party didn't seem to understand.

"Can you give me an Abel?" Cain explained.

and many more……

Was it the Abel he thought of?

"Didn't you personally kill Abel?" Ali Cumon looked at Cain full of doubts.

"Yes, that's that Abel." Cain nodded, affirming Ali Kumon's thoughts, "Because he was too bad, so I killed him."

shit...

Ali Kumon felt that something was wrong with him.

"Can you give me an Abel?" Cain asked again, "I brought a third of Lord Satan's wealth, which should be enough to pay you."

Does your master Satan know that you are such a prodigal?

Thinking of this, Ali Kumon didn't forget to take a look at the trading panel, and found that it was actually possible.

He handed the list to Cain, feeling a bit incomprehensible.

"What do you want Abel to do?" he asked. "Kind of fun?"

"No." Cain shook his head, his eyes softened as he looked at the list, and the corners of his mouth, which had always maintained an arc, widened slightly, and his tone became gentle and low, "There is no Jehovah in this world, and he will not I put my mind on others, as long as he is obedient and only looks at me, how can I kill him. "

"..." Alikumeng was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

"And..." Cain looked at the list, his eyes became more gentle, "If it's just these rewards, Lord Satan's wealth is enough for you to give me five Abels."

So you can still kill one and throw the other...

Wake up, it's Lucifer's money, not yours!

"Lord Satan's wealth is exhausted, and my own," said Cain, "he will always be completely mine."

Ali Kumeng looked at Cain in disbelief. He, who has always overturned other people's three views, was finally brushed off today.

Cain handed a bracelet to Ali Kumon, and then said in a calm tone, "Apollo is so poor that he doesn't even give you a space to store things?"

"...I have it myself." Ali Kumeng accepted the things weakly, his voice was a little fluttering.

It's nice to see that Apollo isn't his type after seeing Cain.

Sickness is really scary.

☆, make money to support the family