"It's a pleasure to see you again, my old god. May I know how long it has been since I last left?"
After adjusting his mood, Xia De first greeted everyone and then asked the first question.
The young man in the clown hat shook his head, and the aura of decadence on him became more obvious than the last time they met.
It's like everything is dying:
"This Hope Town itself is not a normal place. There is no normal concept of time here. In addition, my impending fall has caused the material world to distort, causing abnormal time and space to shroud this place. This is only the autumn of the 1068th year of the Fifth Epoch. It does not represent any point in time."
"I see. This is why the History School of Saint Byrons did not discover the major event at this time. The ring sorcerer who was held back for decades because of this should be considered to have been wronged."
Xia De thought to himself, and then guessed that Hope Town itself was a relic, a relic formed in an era earlier than the Fifth Era.
He pondered secretly, knowing that time was running out, and then he said:
"Old God, the purpose of my coming this time is still to witness your last wish, but... after a being like you falls, can you still come back?"
He asked this question in order to verify what Miss Annat said about the Whispering Verses.
"Compared to falling, the word 'sleeping' is more appropriate."
"Sleeping? Can you wake up?"
Shade asked in surprise, but the saint wearing the clown hat just smiled and didn't answer.
"Well, can I ask a few more questions?"
"Of course, satisfying children's curiosity is also one of my responsibilities. However, it seems that you can't stay here for too long. You have to pay attention to the time."
He kindly reminded, and Xia De nodded immediately:
"Do you know the language of ascension?"
The Doctor's power when using the Words of Ascension had a distinct sense of decay, which was very similar to the feeling felt by the Saint in front of him.
"I don't know. The ring magician system you have was formed in the middle and late Fifth Age, and this is only the early Fifth Age, so I don't know."
"Then how do you... Well, there are some things that you can know but I can't know for the time being."
Xia De understood what the saint meant, and the latter smiled and said:
"But you will get the answer. After all, even the mortal mystical system of the current era of the Fifth Epoch has a power similar to the 'Word of Ascension' you mentioned. But you need to seek the answer yourself."
"Yes, I understand."
He said, and then asked in his heart how much time was left. After getting the answer from the whisper, he temporarily put aside his doubts. Whether it was the Whispering Poems or the Chosen One, they were all things that happened after the death of this god. He couldn't get the answer, so he might as well focus on the task given by the ancient god.
Cleared his throat:
"So Saint, what is your last wish?"
The old god "the pure creator" clapped his hands gently:
"It's easy. Come out, kids."
Then, three short children walked out from the crowded shelves of the toy store. Xia De thought there was no one else here.
There were two boys and one girl. The girl looked the oldest, but she was no more than 12 years old. The youngest boy even had snot bubbles coming out of his nose.
Their clothes were completely different from those of the townspeople outside. Not to mention the style, but at least the colors were much richer and more colorful. Compared to the numb townspeople in this weird Hope Town, they were real living people.
The saint looked at the three ignorant children and explained softly:
"I originally wanted to quietly meet my end here, and take a look at the material world as a saint, but I didn't expect to accidentally drag these three children into the town. As an apology, my last wish is to fulfill their wish."
The language used by the old gods was not any language available at the current time. The three children could not understand it, but Shade could.
"What do you want, kids?"
The saint changed his language and asked the three children. His smile was very kind and contagious. The three children looked at him expectantly. The children were blessed by the gods and would not be harmed by looking at the gods. Of course, this was only temporary.
In Xia De's opinion, the mental state of the three children was not right. That inexplicable joy and excitement were not like the behavior of children in an unfamiliar environment.
The oldest girl in a beautiful flowery dress looked up and said, her eyes shining:
"Sir, I want strength, enough to protect myself."
The boy, holding a toy wooden sword in his hand, said, pretending to speak like an adult:
"Oh, sir, of course I want to grow up, and grow up and become a man immediately."
The yellow-haired boy with snot bubbles in his nose while holding his teddy bear said:
"I want stories, and I only want good stories."
They all looked at the saint behind the counter, and the old god turned to look at Shade:
"You see, my last wish is to fulfill these wishes."
These wishes should be simple for God and are within the scope of the divine office of this pure Creator, and are indeed suitable as His final wishes.
But when he saw the saint looking at him with a smile, Xia De had a bad feeling:
"You don't mean to say you can't do it?"
The young man in the clown hat laughed:
"Yes, it is impossible at the moment. I will use my remaining strength to perfect my last work. They showed up too late. But I do want to fulfill their wish. This is my last wish, born from the pure and kind heart of a child. I thought it was impossible to complete it, but I didn't expect you to show up..."
He once again used a language that the children could not understand. Xia De pointed at himself and asked incredulously:
"You don't mean to say... me?"
"Yes."
The saint smiled and nodded again. This expression matched the clown hat he was wearing very well.
"No matter what method you use, as long as you fulfill the wishes of these three children, it will be considered as witnessing my last wish. The Ancient God of Time will not be stingy, and neither will I. I will give you an extra gift, and I guarantee that you will be satisfied."
This is certainly full of temptation, but Xia De still shook his head:
"I want to help you, but I am only human. I don't have your creative power."
"How many mortals can get help from God? But most of the time, the children's wishes are fulfilled by mortals."
The gods of the old days, who were about to reach the end, pointed to the three children in turn:
"I want power, I want to grow up, I want stories. I think you, a mortal illuminated by the afterglow of divinity, can fulfill these wishes."
The three children immediately looked at Xia De with anticipation, and Xia De forced a smile at them.