Priest Kitty sent the trembling city masters away with a smile.
These holders of authority who say nothing in every major city are not even qualified to be dusted off like ants before God. Without seeing the great god in their hearts, they were persuaded away by the gentle and amiable priests.
God does not want to see them.
Priest Kitty went to the rose garden outside the shrine.
Overnight, the red roses in full bloom were all ruined. They lay unsteadily in the mud, with red petals floating everywhere, and some were stained with muddy water, and they could no longer see their original delicate and beautiful appearance.
God was standing by the garden.
Behind him is a vast green field, with golden ears of wheat bulging heavily, beside it is an endless blue river, and the ground is covered with cotton-like clouds. The wind blows his wide white robe, and the silvery Dark patterns loomed in the gloomy sky.
Moliai stood silently behind the god, dressed in white knight attire, with a golden long sword on his waist, standing as straight as a spear.
Neither of them spoke.
Molière is silent—
God, on the other hand, seems to be fugue.
He doesn't seem to care about these roses, nor does he care about the world created and dominated by him.
The whole person is floating in this space, and the soul cannot be touched.
"Priest Kitty."
Molière greeted her.
Priest Kitty restrained his thoughts, put his right hand on his left chest and bowed respectfully:
"Dear God, the city masters have left, but they..."
"Drizzle and wind, frost, rain and snow, all come from the gift of the world." God looked into the distance, and the wind blew his silver hair, "Acceptance is the right choice."
"But if this continues, there will be floods, avalanches, and maybe a lot of people will lose their homes and even their lives..."
"Priest Kitty! You are overstepping the rules."
Moriayan raised his voice, reminding her.
God turned his head away.
Priest Kitty could only see his indifferent and delicate side face. He froze and lowered his head again:
"Yes."
Kitty knew that God would not interfere.
Sometimes, she feels that God is kind and tolerant, He is so gentle and kind to believers, but sometimes, she feels that God is too cold.
He has no temperature.
Like a cold stone statue, it always speaks only in terms of rules and order.
Human beings have compassion for the weak and sympathy for the poor, but God does not. He can watch a human being die miserably in front of him, or he can calmly watch a race die in despair in front of him—
God has no mercy to spare.
It has been raining for half a month.
Go on, I'm afraid...
Moliai, on the other hand, holds the opposite opinion from Priest Kitty. The whole world is bestowed by God the Father. The will of God the Father is the will of the world. The world operates with its own rules. To disturb God the Father for a small race is Disrespectful.
What's more, God the Father has too many sorrows.
"Pull out the rose."
Looking at the rose garden in front of him, God said suddenly.
"Yes, God." Priest Kitty replied, "Yes... Do you want to replace it with the red rose again?"
God was silent for a long time.
Just when Kitty thought that he would not answer her, the beautiful voice of God came:
"Need not."
The sound dissipated into the wind.
When Priest Kitty looked up, the god had already gone far.
The wind blew his wide robe belt, the sky was dark, and suddenly it began to rain again.
Kitty sighed, and called the Saint Son and Saint Daughter and the gardeners to tidy up the rose garden and replace it with new flower seeds—
There are all kinds of flower species in the shrine, and these flower species are much more precious and rare than the red roses that can be seen everywhere. The rare flower seeds collected by the city masters will be sent to the shrine first.
And when Priest Kitty led the saints and saints to tidy up the rose garden lively, Moliai followed the god and walked in the shrine.
The young boys and girls on the promenade came and went, greeting each other lively and enthusiastically, but no one noticed them. The two walked in the rain, but they seemed to be walking in another space.
The rain fell on the god's white robe and silver hair, like a soft mist.
Moliai looked ahead, slightly lost in thought.
He remembered what he saw when he went to Mel Island this time... Miss Leonard was imprisoned in the cell next to that one, who looked fine, but a little sad and pale... Do you want to talk to Father God? Maybe God the Father doesn't want to hear...
Molière had never been so troubled.
"Father God."
"kindness?"
The person in front didn't look back, but just raised his feet and walked to the corridor next to him.
Maurier recognized that it was the direction to the wine cellar.
He made up his mind.
"Heresy..."
"For the time being... let's call her Miss Fergus."
Moriai lowered his head:
"Yes, Moriai obeys."
"Miss Fergus—"
"Never mind."
Moliai was taken aback for a moment, and he swallowed the rest of what he wanted to say.
He bowed his head again:
"Yes."
On the way to the wine cellar, there are fewer people, and the big leaf trees leave layers of shadows on the god's silver hair. When they reached the door of the wine cellar, neither of them said a word.
Moliai took the first step and pushed open the door of the wine cellar.
The wooden door made a dull "squeak" sound—
For some reason, at this moment, Mauriai thought of that heresy again.
She is different from everyone in the shrine.
Others are like a static painting, but she is fluid and unpredictable.
She is like a ball of fire, but sometimes she is like a ball of soft water—
Especially when she came to this wine cellar, those amorous blue eyes were always full of sincere feelings, as if there was a treasure she longed for and loved so much hidden in it, and she wanted to dig it out and dedicate it to the wine cellar. To the person you love the most.
God crosses the threshold.
Under the white robe, a pair of white boots are spotless.
In the package of the aroma of wine, God went straight and without hesitation in the direction of Ainuo wine. After thinking about it, Moliai followed.
The place where Aino wine used to be placed is already more than half empty.
Molière opened his mouth and closed it again.
God the Father must have known that Miss Fergus had used up the Aino wine he had brewed that was only a step away from success.
Father God pulled out the parchment scroll on the shelf, and when he opened it, he suddenly asked:
"how is she?"
Moliai immediately realized who the "she" Father God was talking about was.
"Miss Fergus is getting used to the Isle of Mel. She seems to have a new friend."
"Oh? New friend?"
Father God's voice was very low, but for some reason, Moliai felt that the surroundings were a bit cold.
He straightened up:
"A mouse."
"A mouse..."
Father God opened the parchment, his voice was quiet and gentle from beginning to end.
His eyes fell on the parchment, and Moliai followed suit, and then, he saw a line of chubby, swaying and slightly funny words of God, just behind the strokes of the Father God——
"Last time, I succeeded for you, Gaia.
It seems that your god is not omnipotent. "
A smiley face was drawn on the back.
The god did not speak, and his eyes were covered with long eyelashes, which made him look a little melancholy. Moliai moved his gaze to the side, and then he saw the failed works that he had sealed separately.
"Miss Fergus failed many times before making real arnault..."
Moliai didn't understand why he spoke for that heresy. It must be because her blue eyes were too sincere. He thought, "Father God, have you drunk the real Aino wine? It's delicious."
God the Father didn't answer him.
He raised his hand and stuffed the parchment back. Then, he stared at the top row of wine jars for a long time, and with a wave of his sleeve, the wine jars disappeared.
"Let's go."
God turned and said.
At the same time as the words fell, the person had already reached the entrance of the wine cellar.
Moliai hurriedly followed, but only saw the hem of the clothes disappearing.
God disappeared.
Moliai stood there for a while, when a kind "old" knight passed by and looked at him in surprise: "Moliai, why are you in a daze? We are all looking for you!"
"Oh, oh, ok, wait a minute."
Moliai regained consciousness, locked the door of the wine cellar, and followed the knight.
God returned to the shrine.
The chubby gray bird squatted half-legged on the table in his room, posing in a posture of "egg hatching". Seeing him coming in, the chubby gray bird didn't lift its eyelids: "Madara..."
[Good afternoon, my God. ]
God didn't answer it.
He walked to the table, sat in the gilt curved chair he usually sat on, put his hands on the ornate gold armrests, and then looked out the window motionlessly.
The rain outside the window is getting heavier.
The promenade and the eaves were beaten "ding ding dong dong". To be honest, Banban doesn't like rain.
No bird likes a rainy day.
Damp rain dampens their lush feathers and makes their wings too heavy to carry their bodies.
Ban Ban squinted a pair of black bean eyes, looked first at the sky, then at God, and was about to speak, but saw God's finger flicked, and an exquisite silver wine jar appeared on the table.
There was a letter on the can.
The god also brought out a matching pair of silver wine glasses with Scabbers' favorite emerald embedded in them...
[God, did you come back so early today to invite Banban to drink? Oh, I'm sorry, Banban doesn't like to drink, but if God insists, Banban is still willing to drink with you—]
God took a look at it, and the mottled noise automatically disappeared.
It covered the beak with its wings and did not dare to make a sound.
God picked up the silver wine jug and poured out a glass, leaned back and drank it.
Halfway through drinking, he choked and coughed.
After coughing, Yubai's face was already flushed with a faint blush, and there seemed to be water in the green eyes:
"... Bitter."
Ban Ban took a sneak peek, and was so frightened that his head was stuffed into his wings.