Young Dragon Breeding Program

He raised his eyes anxiously, "However. Jeff is incomparable with Mommy."

"Surname?"

"He said his name was, my God, that name is too long, and the middle is mostly the names of his parents. Like Arenas, Fei, etc. I remember the word Jeff at the beginning, and the last It's Blount!"

Duran felt a burst of dizziness, a terrible dizziness, and had to gasp like a drowning person.A lot of miscellaneous things piled up in front of me, seemingly unrelated, but actually formed a close connection like a spider web.His chest heaved violently a few times, and his face was pale, almost like a person who had just died.

"Mommy, what's wrong with you?" John asked anxiously, "You look so ugly, did I upset you again? I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm sorry."

Dulan supported his head with his hands, not knowing what to think, and looked towards the door with empty eyes.

It was so dead silent that the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard clearly.

In fact, he also understands that he has been living in a state similar to giving up on himself, and when did this state start?Can't tell, even he doesn't know, the only thing he knows is that when he left this city, his heart was ashamed.

At that time, I felt that although life was meaningless, since I promised my brother, I had to do it.

Can't be stirred into that muddy water again.

No!

Duran put his arms around John's back, feeling the warmth of this body through his clothes.The fluffy red hair brushed his chin, and the round eyeballs were full of his own reflection.Hard as it was to believe, Duran had to admit that he had grown to like being with this kid. John's vivacious, quick-witted, and positive personality had awakened some of the few good memories of his childhood that had finally made him feel better. My soul was soothed.

"Anyway, it's hard to come out once, John, what else do you want to do in Bonitain?"

"No, I know my brother isn't here. Maybe he's not in this country at all. Now that I understand, you're just saying that to keep me from thinking nonsense."

"Then let's go back."

"it is good."

Du Lan smiled slightly, and was about to hold the little boy's hand and stand up at the same time, when the door creaked open.

The person who appeared outside the door was Toli. He was very happy on the face, but when he saw John, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Ah! You bloody brat want to go back to your own home, why are you here?" my home!!"

"Stupid!" John frowned, "What are you yelling at?"

"What's the matter with you?" Duran asked.

"Isn't that the case? I swear I didn't do anything but burn that stupid dog's fur." ​​John curled his lips in disdain, squeezed Duran's hand with one hand, and pointed at the dumbfounded Tory with the other. As if in a demonstration, he said, "In the end, he chased me for 36 streets because of this shit, so I didn't even have a place to hide. The whole city is full of this guy's eyeliner!"

"Then you run into the upper district?"

"That's right, but I met Jeff after I went in. He seems to be quite famous in the upper district. I don't know, maybe it's not because of his personal reasons. Anyway, we went out without incident."

"You still have the guts to say wow!" Tolly was about to go crazy, "Shut up, you burned the big black to death, and said you only hurt its fur. You found me one and burned it A dog that can still live!"

"Young man, take it easy."

Duran's voice was like a bucket of ice water in a cold day, extinguishing Tory's anger: "Stop entangled in this matter, I have already taught him a lesson."

This is a short guard!This is naked/naked/naked shorts!Tory was stunned for a moment, then stunned. Considering that the person in front of him was his client, and his father had warned him that he would never provoke him, and because of the 1000 gold coins, he had to swallow this with tears.Just slashing at John with eyes so sharp they could kill.

John rolled his eyes, as if he had activated the all-round barrier protection, indifferent to the strong murderous aura.Hearing Dulan's words of defense, he looked calm on the surface, but there was an inexplicable sweetness in his heart.

"We'll have guests later," said Tolly, "you--! Oh no, get out, kid. By the way, Mr. Wilbur, you're always welcome here again, whether as a friend of my father's or as a friend. The identity of the client."

"very good."

"By the way, where is my father?"

"Here it is!" Adams's suddenly loud voice came from the backyard, "in the backyard!"

"Oh!"

Evan felt stupid.There are obviously thousands of ways to track a person, but he forgot to use any of them on the other party.It's all right now, the person is gone, and everything is back to the original point.Of course, Ivan doesn't mind proving certain things in this way, for example, he has enough patience to chase his prey.How long this patience lasts is totally uncertain, but it has lasted for the whole life so far after all.

From childhood, from the helping hand extended by that person, is it destined to meet in the future?

If there is such a thing as a fate line, is there any trace of his crossing with his?

Ivan shook his head, putting aside unnecessary distracting thoughts.Habitually make oneself hidden in the wind, walking under the shadow of the eaves, people and things are integrated.His attire was out of tune with the surrounding residents, but few people noticed it.

Soon he came to the house without sect on Lilac Avenue, and from this he really confirmed one thing.

Sure enough, there was an invisible fate between them.

"How do you..."

Duran froze on the spot, seeing the guests who had arrived earlier outside the door, first at Tory who didn't know what was going on, and at Old Adams who was walking slowly, then at John who looked up at him in the same doubt, and finally His eyes returned to Ivan who was smiling slightly.

Suddenly, I had a premonition that this time, the scene was about to become very "beautiful".

The author has something to say: No.1 at the beginning of the third shift

chapter ten

Ten eyes facing each other, everything is quiet.

"Who are you?"

Ivan ignored John's question, but said to Duran in an affirmative tone: "This is the person you are looking for?"

That tone and demeanor seemed to make Adams misunderstand something. He stayed at the scene for two seconds, showing a sudden realization expression, grabbed his son's arm and walked out, directly past Ivan and rushed outside.

Toli was dragged far away, and he could still hear his cry: "Why do I have to avoid it? What? You said they were quarreling between lovers, and told me not to meddle? Wait, Dad, what did you say?" Who and who? What? You told me not to be so loud? We've come a long way. It's okay! What? Their ears are better than ours? Ooooh!"

That father and son is a living treasure...

Duran was silent for a while, and snorted noncommittally, but did not intend to answer directly.On the contrary, John ran forward with great interest, ignored the slightly awkward atmosphere, looked up at Ivan and asked again: "Who are you?"

"My name is Evan, what about you?"

"My name is John." He smiled brightly. "Are you my mommy's friend?"

"Yes."

After finishing speaking, it took a second for Ivan to react: "Mommy?"

Duran wished he could use a pin to pin John's mouth shut.But it was too late, John nodded vigorously, and continued to ask curiously, "Really? But I've never heard of you, have I, Mommy?" He turned his head.

"Um………"

The inquiring and incomprehensible gaze made Duran extremely troubled, as if he had done something heinous, and now he had to confess everything to Ivan.He was silent for a long time.The ebony eyes flickered slightly, and an unknown sharp light flashed across them very quickly, then calmed down, and bent down to look at John.

"Where are you going?"

John rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "What time is it? Of course I'm going to have lunch. Let's go, Mommy, I'm hungry." As he spoke, he took Duran's hand and planned to leave the door. But he was blocked by the black-haired man sideways.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, is he really your child?"

Dulan couldn't think of the meaning of this question, so he looked away impatiently. He originally planned to say nothing, but he couldn't stand the door god standing in front of him and couldn't advance or retreat temporarily, so he nodded indifferently.

"I thought...you only have one child, Loren. Was this adopted by you? Or..." Ivan hesitated for a while as if he was talking about something unspeakable, "You used some method to give yourself life, What about fertility?"

This guy is very convinced that he has no relationship with the opposite sex...

——The point is not this!

Duran's face turned blue, then red again, and then completely black.At the moment of rage, his hands trembled a few times, and it took a lot of effort to stop himself from punching him.Calm down, that's really not his style.hateful!Duran almost gritted his teeth. Does he look like the kind of pregnant woman with a big belly? !

"Have your eyes grown to the back of your head?" Duran said with a half-smile, "I'm going back to Hanleyton today, and I'm going back today! And I welcome any army to come over at any time, that's all, Your Excellency, See you later!"

He is serious, but it is a pity that some people insist on not buying it.

Seeing that there is a silent gunpowder, it will soon turn into real gunpowder.Feeling very bewildered, John looked left and right, wondering why the atmosphere between them was so strange.Let’s say it’s okay, we can’t talk about it, let’s say it’s bad, it doesn’t seem to be the case.Although they knew each other, they didn't look like friends at all. On the contrary, there was a tendency of unilateral tit-for-tat.

Yiwen knew that he accidentally said the wrong thing.Although he did have that thought in his head.Seeing that John was at least eight or nine years old, it showed that this child was most likely a new member of Duran's family after he left.

But he really couldn't figure it out, just like he didn't understand the relationship between Loren and Duran back then.Father and son?It's not quite right from the name alone.Of course, it can also be explained that Duran has taken over the responsibilities of parents, so it is that image in the eyes of the children.

In any case, the possibility of Duran with a certain woman was never considered.

In other words, Ivan had thought about it for a moment, but he denied it immediately.He still trusts his intuition.

Now his mind is a bit messy, thinking about how to keep this person in front of him.It is said that people will become unstable when they are anxious, but he seems to be the opposite, perhaps because of his occupation, the more he is under the pressure, the more he is able to stay awake and think faster than usual.

"You can't leave here."

"Ivan." Duran said with a sarcasm, "Don't you think you're too lenient? Or you have too much confidence in yourself? A joke!"

"No, it's not because of me." Ivan shook his head with a dull tone, "From the time I saw you before, you seemed to be living in your own world, ignoring the opinions of the outside world at all. I'm not saying that It’s a bad thing.” After a slight pause, “But, as I said, you’re not a black robe, so what’s the use of disguising yourself no matter how well you disguise yourself? Do you think you can weakly escape for the rest of your life?”

In the end, every word was stopped, like a sharp sword: "You have escaped long enough."

Duran's smile was completely suppressed.It was the first time someone evaluated him like this, and it could even be called a lesson. He was stunned, his mind went blank, and he looked at Ivan in disbelief.Although those words were not the harshest, they had enough impact on him.

Looking up and seeing Duran in a daze, John squeezed his palm nervously.

I don't know what that person meant, and I don't know where he came to the conclusion, but Mommy... seems to be shaken by his words...

John simply hated being kept in the dark.

"You're scared," Evan continued. "You're scared of this city, and everything that has to do with the past. It's actually pretty easy to see. And what I'm trying to say is, whatever prejudice you have against anyone, don't Refuse to give others a chance."

"Because, in that case, I will be in great pain."

The black eyes have a hint of warmth, they are obviously not colorful gems, but they are more dazzling than them.

Duran looked at Ivan for a long time, and suddenly snorted inexplicably: "Forget it."

"Um?"

"you're right."

"so?"

"There is no reason." Dulan shrugged and walked around Ivan. This time the latter did not stop him, but just looked at his back silently, "However, what you said is the same thing, we It's a different story, isn't it?"

The voice came from afar, and the ending gradually died away in the humid air.

Fortunately, it is not completely useless.

Ivan took a breath and thought knowingly, that is indeed another matter.I don't know if this is equivalent to Duran listening to his heartfelt words and no longer rejecting people thousands of miles away?Judging from the performance just now, the attitude is obviously not so resolute to paranoid - this is a good start.

"Mommy, what are you thinking?"

After leaving the house, there is no cloud in the sky, the blue sea is sunny, there are few people coming and going, and all the corners and turns lead to unfamiliar new places. For a while, it seems that I have lost my goal in the huge city.

John grabbed Duran's sleeve, still not quite understanding the situation just now.

As soon as Dulan thought about it, he squinted his blue eyes and gave the child a sideways look. When the latter looked back at him with wide eyes, he said leisurely, "Aren't you hungry? Huh? Of course I was thinking about it." What did you have for lunch?" He added with a smile, "By the way, there is one more thing, when there are outsiders in the future, do you want to call me Dad, do you know?"

"Okay! Daddy! Daddy, do as you please." John blinked his eyes, and suddenly realized, thinking about the implication of this sentence, "Outsiders? Who else will we see?"

The author has something to say: the second more hum ha ha ha > o

chaptereleven holy prayer

Salute to the most noble god among the gods / For the glory of tomorrow / The mountains and fields full of lilies / Listen to the blue bird singing from heaven / Praise the God of Light / Pray with a mortal body / May this grace last forever

May this grace last forever...

The sounds of the organ and the lark are mixed together, like a stone by the stream, or a vanilla flower drifting into the bright and colorful transparent stream under the morning sun, and gradually drifting away along the clear water.

It is not obvious that the pure white is mixed with gray, and the blind spots where the sun does not shine are patches of dirty black, like crows and pigeons standing together, the complete contrast gives people an intuitive feeling.The coat cut from the dark blue spirit pattern cloth is wide and long, but it wraps the slender body just right, and the oblique shadow extending from the sleeve of the coat drags all the way to the end of the stone steps.

It was a very peaceful afternoon.There are clouds floating in the leisurely blue sky, and behind the clouds is a brilliant golden yellow, which is often used by artists to depict the most beautiful colors.The royal guards at the gate of the temple stood upright like their statues, with fine and exquisite swords on their waists.

Even though the surroundings looked magnificent, it was unavoidable to feel chilly.

Anyway, it's just a ridiculous play.

He walked through the long corridors of memories, opened the door of his thoughts, and came to the side of the person he loved the most. With his usual soft and respectful eyes, he looked at his well-dressed brother who walked in slowly.

Many times he thinks that there is still room for maneuver, but in fact it has deviated from the normal track and has become an unmanageable situation like a mess of wool.Even if you try your best to untangle the tangled thread, you are exhausted, and when you look back, you find that you and yourself have been involved.

But when he made a jump and decided to look back and wait, the slight gap immediately became obvious.Although it only turned from afternoon to evening, the sky turned gloomy very quickly.It's not that the clouds are rolling in and the sky dogs are covering the sun, it's just that it's getting darker and developing in a blue-purple direction.He couldn't see the beautiful light that should be at dusk. After the whole sky was painted with strange and inexplicable paint, his mood dropped to a trough, and his patience was polished a little bit earlier.

I still remember that Fettero rubbed his hair before leaving, and said in a good voice: "It's okay, don't worry. I think this summoning is not much different from the past. As for the rumors outside...don't worry about it, okay?" ?”

He nodded silently.

That sentence still rings in my ears.However, he looked around for a while, his young face was covered with mist, and he felt even more uneasy.

Just when he was panicking and didn't know what happened, a figure appeared on the opposite side, and Feitro came out, striding towards him without saying a word.It was too late to be happy, and he was already stunned by Fettero's anxious expression.

"Let's go!"

"Huh?" Startled, he said, "Okay, let's go then."

"I mean, you go alone." Fitrow's tone calmed down slightly, as if the little excitement just now didn't exist, "Go back and tell Donna to take good care of herself, don't just because..."

His eyes changed, he frowned, he went up and grabbed Fettero's arm: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"By the way, there is also the matter of raising Arenas, and I have to work hard on her. I know she is a good wife." Fitrow said to himself, as if he didn't mind his thoughts, "I heard No? Duran, convey these words to Donna for me, and then, you have to leave Bonitain as soon as possible, go to—anywhere, go to the countryside, the farther away from here the better.”

"What's wrong with you? Why do you have to explain such things?" He couldn't help panicking, "I don't understand. Brother, is someone trying to harm you? Or...or..."

"shut up!"

They all obviously wanted to go to the same place.

Therefore, Fitrow rudely interrupted the ensuing suspicion, in order to block the rebellious words.For him, this just served as a confirmation effect.He stared blankly at Fettero, as if he couldn't quite understand what had happened in the middle that made the latter so disheartened.

"Walk……"

Fettero just looked at his younger brother with an extremely gentle expression, and the same blue eyes reflected the other's reflection.From the anxious tone, it was replaced by a slow voice.

"Come on, little Duran, this is not the place for you."

He took a few steps back in a daze.

Then he came running back, staring firmly at Fettero, and exclaimed, "You've got a good idea!"

Fetro responded with a wry smile: "I'm sorry..."

He didn't know why Fettero was apologizing, and it gave him a very bad feeling.For a while, my mind was in a mess, and my eyes were fixed on my brother.He raised his head in panic, and saw Fetro looking around, as if someone was watching him from behind, and then waved to him, motioning him to come to his side.

"elder brother?"

"Duran, listen up."

Fettero leaned into his ear and spoke softly.

Gradually groping for his waist, he quietly pulled out a short knife.

In this regard, he showed no consciousness, his limbs were cold from the shock of Fetro's whisper, and the blood in his whole body froze in an instant.It froze for a few seconds, but gave Fetro enough opportunities. When he glimpsed the existence of the knife from the corner of his eye, it was too late.

Finally Fitero gave him a hug, straightened up, smiled, and plunged the knife deeper into the heart.

In the blink of an eye, the original dark blue clothes were immediately dyed dark red.

How can this happen?

He stared wide-eyed as Fetro fell slowly in front of him as the knife was swiftly and mercilessly drawn out, hastening Fetro's death.The bright red color splashed onto the ground, bit by bit, flowing down from the high place, blooming a miserable rose flower.

At first he acted like a fool, didn't react at all, and completely lost his sense of things.

elder brother……

died?

After a long while, his muscles trembled like spasms, his legs knelt down uncontrollably, he lifted Fettero's lifeless body, and hugged him tightly, with pain like strangled heart, almost suffocated, Tears flowed wantonly.

This is really ridiculous!

Why, why, why are the gods so unfair?God of light and justice, you once said that every believer and people are unique, especially their lives, which are precious and as pure and flawless as their souls.

So please answer me, this person has not left me.

He pinched his flesh tightly, but he couldn't feel the pain from the outside world at all.Fittro's blue eyes were empty and lifeless, and he tried to close them, but because he had been looking at him before he died, he refused to relax for a moment, and he could only leave with his eyes open no matter what.

There are a lot of people coming and going here, but no one cares whether someone is dead or alive, not that it doesn't mean much to them, but that dead people must die for some reason.In the majestic palace with a strict hierarchy, under the eyes of the rulers of the empire, nothing can be managed by irrelevant people unless instructed by the rulers.

Seeing that Feituo's body was transported away by a special person, snatched from him, buried in some wilderness, and no one will ever pay homage to it, and no one will ever know who this person is.

He didn't even have the courage to go crazy.

Can't move.

Otherwise, my brother's hard work will be in vain...

Silently covering his face, between his slightly outstretched fingers, bitter tears poured out desperately.

Duran, listen well, we must have one dead today.I would like to be the one who died, and I only hope that you will withdraw from this disaster as soon as possible.God bless.Today's dynasty has undergone changes, and the four major families have lost their former glory. There are constantly changing times, and there are constantly changing people. This time, those two big men are determined to cooperate...in order to deal with us... ...In order to thoroughly clean up the inheritance of the four major families and overturn the current rigid political situation...

I know that I will die one day, and I am not worried at all, because you will live on in my place.Even though I would never see the beautiful Donna, my wife, or my three-year-old Arenas, my son; instead of feeling pain, I considered it a great relief.

The God of Light will see what I have done, and in life, I only want to be clear of my heart. If I can do this, it will be the greatest comfort.As for death, it just freezes the mind in a certain state forever. Think about it, it is not as terrible as the rumors of the world.

Dear Duran, promise me not to tell this to anyone but Donna.

You must leave here and find a remote mountain village to live incognito. Don't ask why, you are much smarter than me since you were a child, and you will understand long before I speak.Don't let anyone know your name, including every newborn in the family...

Donna will help you, oh my poor Donna...

... Dulan, I feel cold, I haven't died yet, but I already feel so cold...

The scarlet liquid occupied his sight, this is the picture he saw, the whole world was smeared with thick ink, and nature was covered with a gauze as fresh and thick as water.The dirges from far away trembled the frozen bottom of my heart.

■

"Ha... ah... ahem..." Duran yelled in pain a few times, trying to struggle as if someone had strangled his throat.A voice next to him became louder and louder, approaching his ears, and finally woke him up from the nightmare.

"Wake up!"

Duran opened his eyes suddenly, but the first thing he focused on was not John's anxious call, or his joy at seeing himself awake.When Dulan gradually cooled down from his dream, the singing voice that had been echoing in his ears became clearer now.It was a child's clear and ethereal voice, like a noble angel, spreading the gospel to all living beings from a high place.

By the way, this is Grindlinde Cathedral!

Looking around, people were bowing their heads and reciting prayers in their hearts, but no one noticed his strangeness.Duran was startled, and suddenly remembered everything, including how he got here.The priest preaching on the podium has stepped back, and a tower has been built on a higher place. With the beautiful and grand sound of the pipe organ, the children's singing has incredible magic power.I only heard them sing: Praise the God of Light/Pray with a mortal body/May this grace last forever...

Duran somewhat understood why he had that dream.

In fact, he would not have appeared in places like churches. Whether others noticed it or not, this was not only a disrespect for himself as an unbeliever, but also a disrespect for other believers.

However, Duran was standing in the middle of the street at that time, and the endless stream of people shuttled past each other, all with the same destination, because today is the Holy Prayer Day.A festival of great importance to believers of the Illuminati across the continent.On this day, even the most philistine peddlers have to abandon their business and go to church for at least half a day of ceremonies.

It's also a coincidence.

When he heard this hymn outside the door of the church, he was attracted unconsciously and gradually became intoxicated. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had actually stepped into the church and stood in the back row looking at the hymn. Children in the choir ahead.

This is no ordinary chant at all.Dulan thought to himself, look at the appearance of the people below, all of them lowered their eyes and their expressions are dull-these are nothing, the problem is that they can remain motionless for more than two hours in a row, so quiet, it is a bit pious to weird up.It's not so much a prayer, it's more like a mental illusion.

And those kids...

Dulan looked up at the children who also closed their eyes and sang, his complicated thoughts were reversed several times, and his eyes changed unpredictablely.

I'm afraid, it was regarded as a puppet for indirect spell casting.

John twisted his body, trying to call Duran's long-lost attention to himself: "That... um... Daddy..." He lowered his voice carefully, "I think... it's a bit uncomfortable here, you see It doesn't look right either, since everyone's posture hasn't changed at all since they came in. Let's go out quickly."

A very wise choice, Duran raised his eyebrows.

It's rare for a place to make John feel uncomfortable.

Duran took John's hand and turned around, his eyes wandered for a moment, as if he wanted to find out who was behind the scenes.But why should he care so much?In fact, it is the best way to choose to sit on the sidelines without harming vital interests.Duran hesitated for a while, and decided to leave the church as soon as possible for the safety of his own children.

The door of the church was closed, and the orange candlesticks were not lit inside, but the small window above the painted window with a height of several people was opened, allowing the bright light in the afternoon to fly in with the wind.

"stop."

The man in black appeared in front of the church gate, stretched out his left arm and vigorously set off deep waves, and then circles of invisible waves spread around in an irregular shape following the order.Dulan suddenly felt a little nauseous, and his brows were furrowed.For some reason, that kind of power didn't have a corresponding effect on John, so he still stood still, looked at the man in black at the door with a guarded attitude, and held Duran's hand even tighter.

Dulan couldn't help but think about it, what kind of vicious eyes this person used to look at him at that time, and it is the same now, but maybe it is not called viciousness, it is just a natural rejection!The light elements surrounding the other party were so thick that it almost gave him the urge to run away.

Of course, that is an exaggeration.

Dulan hooked his lips and smiled: "Meet you again, I don't know you... what tricks are you planning to play?"

"You make me sick." Despite the destructive words, the boy's clear voice remained unchanged, like the sounds of nature produced by the friction of wind chimes, without the slightest subjective emotion, as if simply stating a certain established fact, "No matter what Anyway, you can't leave the church until the prayers are finished."

"Um?"

More and more people have the guts to judge him recently.Duran thought distressedly.Do you want everyone who knows or doesn't know in the future to have the opportunity to jump in front of him and point their noses and scold him?

"Pray to God for forgiveness, or else..."

"I will kill you, a heretic, instead of God."

The young man took off his robe and threw it on the ground, his star-like eyes shot at the two of them.There was an incongruous indifference on that pure and beautiful face, his figure was not tall, but his limbs were strong and slender, and his pointed and long ears showed his distinctive identity.

He reached out to take down the bow from his back, but instead of aiming at Duran, he shot an arrow into the air. When the meteor-like trajectory passed through the upper half of the sky, it suddenly exploded and scattered into crystal powder, falling down fall on people's heads.At this moment, the singing stopped, and the people seemed to wake up, but they didn't, they turned their heads and stood up in unison, like a group of well-disciplined soldiers, waiting for the next order from the commander at any time.

Duran tilted his head, a sarcastic smile flashed across his eyes.

This battle really deserves to be done by the elves.

They are called the spokespersons of the gods, and over time, even in their bones, they have a bit of arrogance and disdain.

In fact, in his eyes, he was not a real person, but a rotting insect exuding a disgusting stench.It is just an "obstacle" that must be cleared on the long road of God's favor.

The author has something to say: the number of words in this chapter is beyond my expectation, is there anything >_

chaptertwelve fire disaster

"Don't you advocate peace?" Duran smiled softly.

"Be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to your compatriots." The young man opened his eyes like green glass, like a delicate ceramic doll with no expression, "I can give you a chance to correct your evil ways, believe me, on Holy Prayer Day, as long as you If you repent sincerely, God will definitely feel your sincerity, and may allow you to wash away your stains as soon as possible.”

Dulan couldn't help feeling funny, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pursed his lips tightly to prevent himself from laughing too much.But his crooked nose and slanted eyes caught the elf's attention, and made the latter frown slightly.

"What's so ridiculous?" he asked coldly.

"You keep saying that I'm a heretic..." Duran joked, "But I feel very ashamed, because I don't believe in God, and being a 'heretic' is really too vain."

The elf was stunned for a moment: "What did you say? You mean you have no faith?"

"That's right."

"Then..." The elf's indifferent expression showed a hint of wavering, as if he was extremely confused, "What are you still doing in this world?"

Dulan choked for a moment, and suddenly realized that the other party's thinking was not in the same world as his.

"Not everything can be related to God." Duran gave up the exchange of this question, looked around, "Then again, you don't think it's too much to be popular on the human site and act recklessly. ?"

"Excessive?" With a surprised tone, "No, we are naturally not that presumptuous. It should be said that all of this is exactly the will of your big man. Don't you understand the meaning of the existence of a permanent friendly alliance?" He closed his eyes. He opened his eyes again, and restrained his attitude, "I usually don't talk so much."

"I'm not at all interested in what you have to say."

Duran sighed deeply, tightened John's little hand, and wrote lightly: "Your Excellency controls the people in the entire church, what are you planning to do?"

Before the elf boy could answer, a spark of anger flashed in John's eyes: "There's no need to talk nonsense with it, Mommy, shit, talk nonsense, you just know what to say about that