All memories have been returned, and he clearly remembered everything ten thousand years ago, and... everything that he and Arecio experienced together ten thousand years later. For him, 10,000 years later seemed like a fantastic dream, he could live with Arecio, talk every day, and no one could stop them.
No one can stop them.
He likes it.
Now, he faces the pupil of Suujie in front of him with a very relaxed attitude. He guessed that Suujie must have panicked, but he did not expect his memory to recover so quickly. But Peregrine quickly calmed down again, and he moved his pupils, still staring at the void.
[I hope you still call me "Hitomi" before I take off.]
The saint smiled.
"Do you like this identity?"
[… like.]
He does not exclude his responsibilities, but it does not prevent him from enjoying the present day as a "pupil". He has cute emojis, lots of people talk to him, can make movies with scenes and characters they've seen, and... see Arecio every day. Sujie is happy with this kind of life, so until the real recovery takes off, he is willing to exist as "Hitomi".
"Then, I will remember this request as a small gift for my transaction with you." The saint said lightly, "Now, let's talk about our previous transaction."
"The first plan was destroyed. We failed to prevent the destruction of the three pillars and the coming of the fire and rain, but at present, the second plan has been carried out smoothly."
"The emperor of the Eastern Branch has a little deviation, but it is a good aspect. I don't have to face a completely strange emperor, but a resuscitator like me. I am happy for this. Besides, everything was as we expected."
[Yes, everything went well, you saved the "tinder".]
"That's not 'tinder', it's Aresi." The saint corrected immediately, "This is not part of your deal, but my personal will. I remember that Aresi must survive, and it was me who dealt with you. The prerequisites for confirming that he is Tinder is something that comes after."
[It is rare that you are so selfless, I am naturally happy.]
"In this way, we have reached a consensus on the premise. Next is your side. How many times are there left before the goddess can make a move?"
[twice.] Hitomi affirmed, [There are still two chances to violate the rules, and God can intervene.]
"And then the battle of gods?"
[No, you look down on him too much. If it weren't for the rules, His Majesty Carlotti would kill him like crushing a bug.]
The saint nodded.
"I will try to induce him to violate the rules as much as possible. Theo is a good way. On the emperor's side, I will also speed up his awakening and let you take off as soon as possible."
[I have nothing to worry about your abilities. ] Tong said, and then added, [But, please follow Alessi's pace, he is a "tinder", and the direction he unintentionally decides is the most correct direction, don't do things that encourage growth.]
The saint agreed and decided to end the exchange. This time, it was just to say hello to Hitomi after he recovered his memory. If there is anything in the future, Hitomi can't move anyway, so he can come over at any time.
Before leaving, he did not forget to remind.
"Don't forget the conditions I made."
[Naturally, Leviathan tells Uyfa Lucy how to go to the Dragon Tomb, and I will give you eternal life. In this respect, God is far more faithful than man.]
The saint then left without stopping, the white cloak fluttered, he was about to leave the central area, and Tong only heard him whisper.
"Anyway, although your intention may be to let me continue to function after ten thousand years, I am still very grateful that you can resurrect me... After I confided the prophecy of the destruction of the world to Alessi."
He left, but there was a dazed look in his floating pupils.
[But I... didn't resurrect you.]
*****
The rain poured down, and Ruzius listened to the rainstorm warning issued by Guangnao, called a car on the software, and prepared to go home as quickly as possible. It is difficult to describe his mood at the moment in words. After regaining his memory, everything that seemed to be covered with a layer of fog became clearer and clearer. He knew about the joint plan with God, the backtracking of the souls on their side or on the enemy's side, and all the things about Arecio that he hadn't recalled before.
The opening of the memory valve seemed to originate from the "star ring" that Alessi had mentioned on the phone. With that old thing tied together, he remembered everything on the Day of Resurrection, which was closely related to the soul. The ring reminded him of the water demon who had taken care of him in the past, that pure and almost innocent water demon who always waved a ring of stars and smiled at him. This was his first impression of dark creatures.
However, he was soon taken away by the temple with outstanding aptitude, and the star ring was left in a corner of his memory, and he almost thought he had forgotten it.
But no, yes, it was the carnival before the rain of fire. On that day, his life changed dramatically.
He got into the unmanned hovering car and arrived near his and Arresi's home in ten minutes. The suspension car is not allowed to enter here, and he can only walk in. He refused the umbrella device provided by the suspension car and walked directly into the rain. The rain curtain pressed against his eyelashes, but his thoughts were unprecedentedly clear.
Yes, that carnival, the carnival where he and Arresi had not yet broken up, were waiting for the carnival to spend with Arresi as usual. In the early morning of that day, after all, he couldn't resist the intrusion of doubts, and he chose to re-enter the area where he was reprimanded for just stepping on it.
He took out all the skills that he had cultivated so far, and he thought that he would only come back without success, because the temple to which he was allegiance was so noble, there would definitely be no haze.
However he was wrong.
What he saw was only the tip of the iceberg, and the bones of the dark creatures were already piled up like mountains. He opened the archives that had fallen into a lot of dust. The owner of the archives had obviously been dead for a long time. He pushed forward according to the year. A trembling heart kept denying it. He couldn't believe it. He sat on the altar with indifferent eyes. What the blood clan said was true.
[The temple is no different from Theo.]The vampire with a torn wing said, [Do you know why I conflicted with Theo? He wanted to experiment with people to see if he could raise a new army of allegiance to the dark. I didn't know Theo was this level of lunatic before this happened.]
[You can check it out, just the area you mentioned some time ago. I haven't done anything wrong, so why should I be on guard against you?]
The hand turning over the file stopped, and the holy man's trembling fingertips landed on the name of a small village.
[Capture water demons, three females and four males.]
No more, no more star rings, no more gold-encrusted fish tails as children. What Alessi said was true, he saw the truth of the power over them earlier than he did.
The difference is that Alessi chose to resist on the spot, which is a brave Aresi-style approach. At this time, he just wanted to back down, just want to deny, just want to…
Go and meet Alessi.
Fortunately, today is the carnival, and they have agreed on the night they must meet once a year. Thinking of this, he couldn't wait, the once glorious and holy temple suffocated him at this time, and he wanted to escape. After clearing all traces of his past, he walked through the huge main building complex as usual. The fortune-tellers were doing daily divination again, and the evening bell rang again and again. I wonder if those written prophecies included the filth of the temple.
A flock of pigeons flew past in the setting sun, and his footsteps stopped. Standing in front of him was the only blind fortune-teller he had ever met in the temple.
He had a sad premonition, and this premonition soon became reality. In the blood-like color, the fortune-teller showed him an expression that seemed to be crying instead of smiling.
[Ruzius, you… do you have time now?]
As he spoke, the fortune-teller's tears rolled down unsatisfactorily.
[I have a… overly heavy prophecy…]
[I finally made a prediction...]
[I…]
The blind fortune-teller finally couldn't hide it anymore. He covered his face with his hands and cried silently.
[Why is it me? Why is it me? ! I have already figured out how to get out of the temple and live with her, why is it me? !]
Routine, divination.
Routine, doomsday divination.
The predictions that none of the powerful fortune-tellers have made are now in the hands of the useless blind fortune-teller Noah.
[I can't bear the weight of this prophecy, I simply... can't be a savior.]
[I can only think of you, I will give you this prophecy, okay?]
What can he say? He and Noah knew exactly what the consequences of revealing such a heavy prophecy would be. When the setting sun completely sank into the ground, he knew the fire rain, the exact time, and the trajectory of its destruction from the fortune-teller's mouth.
[Please, let this world be fine...] The fortune teller choked several times, [At least, she can still sing and dance in this world. You must be able to stop it, except you, I don't know who else can stop it...]
The fortune-teller knows his weakness, and he can hide this prophecy and not tell anyone. He could live that way, but what's the point of the stolen time? He can also choose to inform the archbishops of the temple about the prophecy, but Noah, the last fortune-teller who has been at the bottom of the temple all the year round, obviously has a clearer understanding of this behemoth.
[Why... it was me?]
The fortune-teller finally asked, and Ruzius took his hand, and the fortune-teller's fingertips trembled violently. This prophecy is too heavy, too heavy to say, it will kill the leaker. Starting from the tip of his finger, he gradually turned into a being like dust or smoke, and on the face that was barely left, it belonged to an ordinary person who suffered death—
Tears, fear, regret, unwillingness.
He's still talking.
[Go see her for me, but don't tell her...]
Ruzius responded, and finally, he had nothing in his hands. He held this position of holding someone's hand for a long time before slowly retracting it, his fingers seemed to spasm a bit, and he closed his eyes in the pain of twisting.
Areci. The first thing he thought of was the name of Alessi. He felt that he was in the abyss at the moment, and there was no redemption below, but this name could keep him suspended.
He wants to see Aresi, maybe they can go to visit the person Noah loves together tonight, the prophecy can't be revealed, but if he insists on doing something, even if he doesn't know why, Aresi will definitely help him.
He walked in a hurry through the carnival crowd, and the joy was nothing to him. He was looking for it in the crowd. At this time in the past, the blood clan had already jumped out of a corner, trying to scare him, but not today.
The float swaggered in front of him, the crowd changed from crowded to sparse, the carnival was over, and he released a shadow bat, which flapped its wings and flew in a circle, then returned to his hands with innocent red eyes.
Perceiving something, he hid the shadow bat and turned his head.
Is the messenger of the temple.
[Why are you here?]The messenger was panting, but with a smile on his face, [There is great news to tell you!]
[Just now, the spies we placed in the Blood Moon Castle returned news—]
[The third-generation prince Arecio is confirmed dead.]
Seeing him standing still, the messenger waited for a while and made a puzzled voice.
[… Your Mightiness?]
The saint did not speak, and in the lights of the carnival at the curtain call, he stood still, expressionless.
He felt everything rushed towards him. [Note]