The Blood Hourglass

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The days in the villa can only be described as calm. I was resting at night and waking up during the day, but turned into resting during the day and waking up at night. As for the reason, no one asked me, and I didn’t want to think about it.

Alquette and Lake were naturally the same as me, and Satreus changed himself for me, so the night in the villa was awake.

"Satris, do you know why there are night races and light races?" I am used to standing in the courtyard, mocking the direction of the door.

"I don't know." On such nights, Satrese would stand silently behind me.

"Oh."

"Why did the master suddenly think of this question?" Over the years, the Sartres who was with us has changed a lot. He has become a lot like human beings. He can ask questions and doubts. Even when facing my master, he occasionally Ask some questions instead of accepting and answering them completely.

"Because I think that by seeing the past clearly, you can solve the future."

"Does the master see clearly?"

I smiled helplessly, "No."

"Perhaps Lord Farham knows, after all, he is the true creator of heaven." Sartres reminded.

"I asked him before leaving heaven."

"What did he say?" Sartres became curious now.

"He said that no race can really explain the reason for their existence, because when they develop to consciously seek this reason, the reason is too far away from them." Thinking back to the answers I heard many years ago, I laughed again. Next, there was a bit more bitterness, and time made me calm, like a real god, and not like a person.

"It turned out to be like this." Saterius said, nodding to himself.

"Miss, it's time for breakfast." Marina walked out of the house and came to the courtyard. The passing of years left clear marks on her face.

"Yeah, I see." I turned my head and saw her tired face, I asked, "How is your body? Does the Pope's medicine work?"

"It's okay!" She smiled kindly, "When people get old, illnesses will come. This is the most natural law. Miss, don't worry about me."

"Yeah." This is the law of nature. I can't violate it, and I don't want to violate it. Whenever I want to use power that is not human to do something that violates the law of nature, I will hear the words of my father before his death. Exhort.

When I came to the restaurant and sat down, I looked around, and it was only me and Sutters, "Where are they?"

"Mr. Lake said that he had something to do with Mr. Atsey and went out as soon as the sun went down." Marina replied.

"What about El Quette?" In these years, she has never left the villa, almost never left by my side. I suddenly saw her not here tonight, and I couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"She said she was wrong."

"Wrong? What's wrong?" For this Alquette, apart from knowing that she knows Safrot, I didn't do much investigation. Although Sutters suggested it, I didn't agree, because I It seems that knowing everything well is not a good thing, it will only make such a boring life even more boring.

"I don't know, she kept muttering softly when she left, saying that Luo Suba was not a running dog in heaven, and it was useless to follow the lady."

"Oh." I smiled, and it seems that this place will be calmer in the future.

"Miss is happy to be here?" Marina has been with me for decades, and she knows me more than just that night school student, Xiaoya's friend.

"No." Since I completely took over heaven, or since I gave up Saffrot, my heart has suddenly fallen asleep. I have no interest in anything, no ups and downs, but because of this, Farham praised me. Like a main god, alas! Things in the world are really good or bad, only between positions.

"The lady is still smiling!" Although Marina had already learned a lot about me, it was impossible to fully understand.

"Smile is the responsibility of the Lord God." This is Farham's teaching, although I didn't take it seriously, except for this occasion to explain some actions that I don't even know.

"It turned out to be like this, but the lady's smile is really beautiful. It's best to smile more, cough cough cough cough..." Marina coughed before she finished her words. She hadn't coughed for more than a month. After stopping, the body is worse than every day.

"When you are tired, go upstairs and rest!" Seeing her like this, I couldn't bear it.

"Well, thank you, Miss." Marina walked upstairs slowly, looking at her back, looking at her back, I shook my head, "Satress, find another chef!"

"Yes, Master." Saterius stopped eating and raised his head.

But the plan could never keep up with the changes. When night fell the next day, I went downstairs and saw Satrese standing in the hall, seemingly waiting for me.

"What about dinner?" At this time, Marina had already prepared dinner and was standing at the table, but now the table is empty, and there is no one in the hall except Satres.

"She died." Satrese said, frowning slightly.

"Go..." I was taken aback, but I quickly reacted, "Where is her body?"

"I have sent someone to the church. Let the pope do her funeral!" Saterius said, as I saw the table with my gaze, he bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, Master, Xin I haven’t found the chef."

"Well, then go out to eat!" I said and stepped out of the villa. This is the first time I took the initiative to step out of this villa in more than 50 years.

Compared with more than fifty years ago, the outside is the same month, the same night, the same pedestrians hurried home, and night birds have returned to their nests. In addition, it is the two discordant differences between me and Satreus. Shadow, walked slowly towards the center of the city, but who would have thought that we were just for dinner.

When we came to the vicinity of the main church, I hesitated and did not leave right away. Satris stepped forward and asked softly, "Does the master want to see Marina again?"

I nodded, and Satris knew me more and more.

So I took Sartres into the main church, and under the guidance of the priest, I came down to a small hall at the back, dedicated to holding small burial ceremonies. At this time, there was a black hexagonal coffin in the hall. It was Marina lying.

Standing quietly in front of the coffin, looking at her in the coffin, her loose skin, pale hair, and signs of age can always be fully revealed on the human body.

But these will never appear to me. Is this happiness or misfortune?

In my heart, I always think this is misfortune. Because of my special nature, the birth of the blood family made me lose everything, my parents, and the right to live a happy and peaceful life, birth, old, sick and die. If this is fate, then I have no choice but Accept silently.

But looking at Marina in the coffin at this time, I suddenly felt that my eternal existence was a good thing, otherwise I should have been lying here instead of standing in the courtyard waiting, even if this kind of waiting is just to appreciate the tranquility of the night.

"Master!" Seeing that I was just standing so quietly, motionless, seeming to have completely forgotten the reason for going out, and the passage of time, Satris couldn't help but whispered.

"Do you think human beings are sad?" I asked calmly without turning around.

"Marina doesn't think so." Sartres replied very cleverly.

"What about you?" Over the years, he has been living with me in the world. He has seen a lot of human life, old age, sickness and death.

"As long as human beings themselves don't feel sad, then they are not sad."

"Hmph! You are an angel." I sighed, and I smiled coldly, but I still can't completely treat myself as an angel. After all, the real blood was born, and the human life in the past has been so deeply ingrained in the soul. Imprints, it is not so easy to erase or forget.

"Doesn't the master think that he is an angel yet?" Satris's understanding of me has exceeded my expectations.

"Angel? Maybe!" I turned and walked outside the door.

"Long time no see, Lord God!" We just walked to the door when the pope just came in and bumped into us, but looking at his appearance, it seemed that I would come and leave like this.

"Well, it's been a long time." I replied politely, and I planned to step out. When I saw my desire to leave, the pope took a step back and gave me permission to debut, but he kept saying, "Master God Are you planning to leave now?"

"I'm just here to take a look." Or a simple goodbye, enough time has been spent.

"Since the Lord God has already come, why not ask you to go to a place with me. I have something I want to show Lord Lord God." Over the past fifty years, the Pope has grown up a bit and became a nearly twenty-year-old man. A young man, much taller than me, but a short shorter than Satreus, but his eyes seem to be inferior to the golden eyes of Satreus, noble and cold, no emotion but full of face At this point, he seems to be somewhat similar to someone in heaven.

"Yeah." I nodded. Since he said so, it must be a very important thing. Otherwise, he who hasn't bothered me for more than 50 years should not open this mouth, and I have time now, why? No?

"Lord God, please here." As he said, he took us out of the small hall, walked through the hall of the church to the temple, and went to the bottom of the garden at the back of the temple. There was a small house with soil on the walls. Yellow, very inconspicuous.

"Here?" Looking at the mound-like hut, I turned to the pope blankly.

"Well, here." The pope first pushed the door and walked in. The door was just a square space with nothing, but when he pushed open the opposite wall, the door of the secret room opened, leading directly to the secluded long below. ladder.

"Please!" Seeing us looking at the secret door, he smiled, meaningless.

"Yeah." I nodded, and followed him down, with Sartres following closely behind me.

This is a long, narrow and dark aisle, all the way down, as if going into hell.

"Very far?" After walking for a long time, I frowned.

"General." This kid, or shouldn't call him a kid anymore, after all, he looks a little older than me now. And listening to his tone and looking at his expression, it seems that it is not what a young person of nearly twenty should have.

"Oh." I said, no longer say anything, since I'm here with him, let's go to the end! Anyway, I don't worry about what he will do to me. After all, hurting a strong person who is completely harmless to myself shouldn't be something smart people like him would do.

The time passed by every minute and every second, in this kind of depressed aisle with no extra light, and no reference objects, except that the beginning was straight down and became the current straight forward, other feelings are a little bit nothing.

"It's right ahead!" Just as I felt I would go on like this, the pope stopped suddenly.

"Ahead?" We also stopped, looked at the aisle that was still the same in front of us, and asked a little puzzled.

"Well, ahead." He said, continuing to move forward, and suddenly disappeared in front of us, including his breath.

"This..." Sartres looked at the unchanging aisle in front of him, and slowly exhaled, "The barrier?"

"Maybe." I said, planning to walk in.

"Master!" Sartres grabbed me, "please think about it again."

"Relax! He doesn't have to hurt me." This is my answer.

"Yes." Sutheris would normally only stop it once, and the next step was to follow behind me and face it together, at this time.

I looked back at him, "Go!"

As a result, when I saw everything behind the barrier, I was stunned, and the peace in my heart just disappeared instantly.

Here?

Trying to remember the past, trying to find a little difference, but the result is nothing.

At this time, the pope was sitting calmly on the chair that Tuoler had made, looking at me calmly with a smile on his face, "Does the Lord God do not know this place, right?"

"The thing that the Pope wants to show me is this temple?" I put away the surprise in my heart, stepped forward slowly, and glanced around randomly, "The Pope comes in so casually, so I'm not afraid..."

"Of course I'm not afraid! There are no angels here." The pope smiled and got up and walked straight to the front door, seeming to want to get out of the temple.

"It's not here, there are many on the opposite side." I also smiled, a little cold, and the tone of my speech seemed to be completely different from the main **** of heaven.

"This is here, the opposite is the opposite." The Pope said, he had already walked out of Thor's temple, came outside, and looked around, it was just a blank piece of sky with chaos, or light.

"But there are people who are very powerful, and you may not feel here." Naturally, I am talking about Farham, the creator of heaven who never goes out of heaven but understands everything outside. His power does not appear in front of people, but he does not hide. After others, I can feel it but I can't verify it.

"The Lord God is talking about Lord Falham?" The pope smiled with a nonchalant face, as if this Falham was nothing but a small silver eye, or an innocent old man.

"It seems that you know this well." I also walked out of the temple and glanced casually at this paradise that hadn't been back for decades. Apart from a little melancholy, I didn't even miss it at all.

"Yes! Since Thor lost the position of the Lord God, I have come here often, but I have to be very careful every time I come. As you said, Lord Farham is very powerful." The pope did not go far. , But fell to the sky, of course, the sky is only based on my position.

"Then you are not afraid this time?" I smiled, and went up or down with him.

"Today...no need." He smiled, as if everything was under control. The calm and casual look explained everything. Although I had doubts in my heart, it was not certain, so we came together. The angel on the opposite side lived there, where it was quiet like a kingdom in a mirror.

"Master..." Sartres naturally felt the difference a long time ago.

"Yeah." I said, the anxiety in my heart gradually arose, but my feet were not in a hurry. If everything has happened, then this time will not play any role, just like it cannot stop what happened a hundred years ago. same.

"Lord God, are there no angels in this heaven?" When the three of us stood in the back temple, the empty space at a glance, the Pope joked with a smile of triumph.

"Isn't this what the Pope you want me to see?" I glanced around coldly, and when I retracted my gaze, it became clear in my heart that everything in the past has only disappeared from the fog until now. It's just that while understanding, some The matter has been irretrievable.

"Hehe, of course not." He shook it, denying it.

"Then what is this? Guidance?" In fact, when I walked into the temple, I already felt the unusualness of heaven, or the disappearance of Lemu and all the angels, and the only reason they all left heaven was for this Millennium Jihad.

"No, this is just a gift." The pope smiled and turned around. "As the Lord God, you gave me the gift of thanks from the world, I hope you will like it."

"Thank you, Master Pope." I replied with a cold smile.

"No need!" His voice faded away.

Standing blankly in the temple, I suddenly felt that I was so small, so small that it seemed that even becoming the lord **** of heaven was just a small step in this thousand-year holy war. Farham had long been considered a good step.

"Master..." Sartres woke me up a little nervously.

"Since this is not accepting a thank you gift, is it too rude." I took back my tangled thoughts and smiled faintly. After all, what should come will come. Since it has already come, then face it!

"Satress, let's go!"

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