Chocolat quietly squatted aside and looked at Jenkins. From the cat's point of view, after the man closed his eyes, tears involuntarily leaked from his eyelids, and the only thought of Jenkins who came back to his senses was that he was worried that he would never listen to him again. There are no more songs like this.
No matter how perfect the song is, it will definitely come to an end. When the woman's voice gradually becomes low, loud applause comes from all directions again, and there are occasional cheers.
A white light appeared in the middle of the red curtain, and the curtain was pulled away a little bit. The dazzling white light made Jenkins, who had his eyes closed, feel some discomfort. But this is not vision but some kind of hallucination-like perception, so it is not harmful to the body to forcefully look at the scene behind the curtain.
Behind the curtain, just as Jenkins imagined, is a huge stage like an opera house. The bright lights and gorgeous stage decorations are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. But the auditorium under the stage was empty, and Jenkins still didn't know the source of the applause.
Standing in the center of the stage is a woman wearing a golden floor-length dress. Not all women are suitable for such a noble color, but the current one is obviously very suitable. To be more precise, this golden fluffy skirt can't show the nobility of a woman as much as possible.
It's just a pity that Jenkins couldn't see that face. The scene in front of him was as bizarre as in a dream. All kinds of strange-shaped white spots filled his field of vision, making it impossible for him to see the whole picture of the stage clearly.
But at least he could hear the woman sighing softly after she finished humming, and he could also notice that she took a step forward with the book in her arms, leaving the center of the stage empty.
But after taking two steps, he turned around, then stretched out his right hand wearing a luxurious lace glove, and stretched that hand towards the center of the stage where the lights gathered.
Silently, another equally noble and elegant woman appeared under the light. She seemed to be the shadow of the first woman, and she seemed to have stepped out of the body of the first woman.
When the right hand of the woman singing the lullaby happened to reach out to the light, the second tall woman stretched out her hand to hold it, and then bowed slightly.
The woman holding the book took out her hand, turned around and walked off the stage, and sat in the center of the first row with peace of mind, while the woman who was left alone in the center of the stage began to sing loudly to her heart's content.
Although the sound was not as good as the lullaby just now, it was equally melodious and touching. It's just that Jenkins wasn't in the mood to enjoy the music anymore, he opened his eyes suddenly regardless of the end of the illusion, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down one after another.
His eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly opened in surprise, and he didn't even notice why tears were streaming down his face.
He got an unimaginable truth:
"The god of music [Wonderful Movement]...is the avatar of a sage?"
For other gods, Jenkins may feel wrong, but the first woman who was holding a book and humming a lullaby just now is obviously the righteous god [Sage of Inheritance]. Whether it's the familiar breath or the warm feeling on the forehead, they are proofs that cannot be forged. And the illusion just now undoubtedly explained a terrible fact:
"The false god [Wan Miao Le Zhang] is the avatar of the sage who inherits the righteous god!"
The establishment of this matter led to countless problems, the most important of which was that Jenkins never thought that there could be such a relationship between the righteous god and the false god.
If he didn't know that there are two definite routes to becoming a god, he might even go crazy now because of the conjecture that "there is no way to become a god, and all gods are originally gods".
But even knowing that mortal things can become gods, Jenkins is still terrified of how many false gods are clones of righteous gods and even masters. This is a pretty serious question, because since the God of Music knew Jenkins' secret and guided him step by step to defeat the Skull Sword within half a year, the Sage must know about it too.
And even without thinking about the relationship between the sage and the god of music, the meaning of the righteous god creating a false god in the form of a clone is quite amazing to think about.
"The sage's priesthood already includes art and knowledge, so it seems logical that he originally held the priesthood of [music], and then divided his priesthood to create a new god, but why?"
He couldn't figure it out, and even before that, he hadn't thought of this possibility. In his opinion, false gods and righteous gods are equally great but completely different, and the two are entangled with each other, but there is absolutely no such connection. If false gods can be clones of righteous gods, then can righteous gods be...
"Oh~"
He pinched himself sharply to stop thinking about it. Just thinking of this possibility made Jenkins feel a pain in his head and tightness in his chest. He nervously wanted to divert his attention, so as not to think about such a terrible question again.
But the more nervous he was, the more he couldn't help thinking about that question, and the nosebleed unknowingly remained, and Jenkins didn't know that he was bleeding until the moist feeling touched his lips.
He frantically grabbed the towel on the bedside table, and frantically dealt with the abnormality on his body.
"Don't think about it, don't think about it..."
He muttered nervously, then picked up his cat and kept stroking it. It took a long time to feel the swollen head become clearer, but because of this, he knew that if he thought along that line of thought, there must be more terrifying facts waiting for him.
"But why? Oh! Don't think about it."
He kneaded the chocolate in annoyance, and the chocolate squirmed and made a dissatisfied sound, but he didn't try to escape.
In order to heal the mental injury he suffered just now, Jenkins lay in the bed for an entire afternoon. His pale complexion shocked Captain Bincy who came to visit him.
Captain Bincy lives next door to Jenkins, and the two met in the morning.
"It's really the right thing for Dad to let you stay in the church. Jenkins, don't hold on. Only when you heal your injury can you go to work better."
He comforted him like this, and Jenkins, who was in a trance, couldn't even find a suitable reason to refute him.
Arithmetic class on Wednesday evening and Miss Bevanna's fighting class were canceled because of poor mental health. It was six o'clock in the evening when Jenkins woke up, and the dark rainy night was just outside the bright bedroom. Hearing the groan/groan of him clutching his hair when he woke up, the nuns waiting outside the house knocked on the door and pushed the dinner cart in.
The raindrops crackled against the glass, and the dense drum-like sound was dull and wet that is unique to the sound of rain.