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Klein plunged into the vortex of fate.

When he woke up, he seemed to think he was in heaven, and the angel's white wings and halo blinded his eyes.

Unfortunately, this is not heaven.

Klein vowed that if he went to heaven, medic and Ululius should never appear in heaven.

"You're awake." He heard a strange voice.

Crane got up from bed and turned to look at the speaker. He is a priest who is seven or eight times similar to Adam, but his face is gentle and his smile gives people a comfortable warmth.

He already knows where he is.

The third era.

Klein was told by will before he left. He said that Klein's fate has certain deformities, which need to use the power of the king of time and space to go back to the past to make up for it, otherwise it may lead him to fall into an unstable situation again, and finally fall or be dominated by the emperor.

But Klein didn't expect to make it up at such an early time.

He began to worry about his future life.

"I found you on the road." The creator said to him, "if you're unconscious, I'll have to bring it back first. Medic and Ululius are taking care of you these two days."

Klein blinked and pretended he didn't understand anything. He was very innocent. He probably didn't believe the nonsense of a fellow countryman who could get up in the Tertiary period. Where can it be a great kindness? It's obvious that I saw a mysterious Lord falling on the ground. I want to pick it up and collect the wool!

Hum, I won't believe you.

"If you don't know where to go, you can stay with me." The creator looked at Klein, who looked like Zhou Mingrui, thought for a moment and added, "eat and live."

Klein, Klein, he smells good.

What is the most irresistible thing of the big food Empire? It's rice!

"OK, deal."

He glanced at the two angels who stood familiar to the creator, and began to make complaints about their own "Medici was still so cute".

"I'll prepare the details of your entry first." The creator left lightly, leaving Klein with two problems.

KLEIN: WOC, do you get along with your former rivals? Wait, fellow, when did I say I was going to be employed!

As soon as the creator left, Medici's nature was revealed. He pointed to Klein and smiled arrogantly and happily. His expression was like saying, "oh my God, another fool fooled!"

"Welcome to the kingdom of God." Ululius said to him flatly, with a faint smile, "you are the man brought back by the Lord. You can walk around here at will, but some places will be more dangerous. It's better to stay in the room."

His eyes revealed the meaning of being an otaku with me soon.

"Now that you're well," Medici patted Klein on the shoulder, so heavy that Klein thought the war Angel wanted to murder. "You should cherish your weak body in the future!" He laughed, and the red flag mark in the center of his eyebrows was set off by his smile.

This red angel is in high spirits that Klein has never seen before.

"Hoo, I finally don't have to face a comatose facial paralysis every day." He make complaints about himself.

Klein suddenly had an impulse to beat someone.

"My ears are not only not bad, but also very smart." He said slowly, "I don't mind turning you into a comatose face."

"OK," Medici said, snapping his fingers. "Why don't you have a fight?"

The plane finally failed because of the message from the creator.

"The LORD said, you should be ready for the job." The mercury angel said, "I'll take you to the Lord." He glanced at Medici. "The Lord has other tasks for you."

"I see." Medici waved his hand carelessly. "Goodbye, interesting new colleague."

Klein followed Ululius and went outside. Looking at the familiar religious style architecture, he couldn't help feeling that the villagers were really good at tossing and restoring.

"There is a big vacancy in your destiny." Ululius suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice became empty and ethereal, "but your personality... At least not lower than me, I can't see more in you."

"I came here because of the guidance of fate." Klein replied, "I can't guarantee that I will come with good intentions, but I promise I won't have bad intentions."

Ululius nodded thoughtfully and did not continue to speak.

Go to the place where the creator is waiting for him.

"Here you are." He said, "what should I call you?"

Klein thought for a moment. He thought he'd better not expose his identity to avoid interfering too much in history.

"Zhou." He said so, coupled with his face, is the best evidence to confess to the villagers.

"... you are also from your hometown." The creator looked at him, "China?"

Klein nodded.

"In fact, my archangels have their own duties, and there are no other positions with special needs for the time being. If you are interested, you might as well sort out the previous history for me. I will ask Ululius to take you to the place where the historical data are stored. You can read them first. If there is not enough, you can leave here and look for them yourself. I have been distressed that I have no time to recover the history of the destruction of civilization.

"If you want to do anything else, I won't stop you, as long as you don't hurt my people."

After the creator said this, Klein felt that he had no objection.

"Well, since you want to enter the post, you hang the title of angel with me. What title do you want?" Asked the creator.

"Secret." Klein answered.

The creator nodded, "what kind of wings and halos do you want?"

What kind of wings and halos

Klein was lost in thought.

Wait, what wings? What halo?

"No." The secretive Lord of industry and thrift rejected the flamboyant wings and halo.

"Don't you have a saying, do as the Romans do?"

Klein finally succumbed. After receiving the promise of "don't let it out when it's not necessary", he honestly put on three pairs of serious black wings and a halo of warm yellow light.

It seems that all this is in line with the creator's sexuality.

He is very satisfied.

KLEIN: I always feel that this creator is a maozi who believes in Christianity but practices Marxism.

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Although Klein was a pure science student who studied programming when he was Zhou Mingrui a long time ago, when he came to this world, Klein studied history, and he was full of enthusiasm for history combined with Klein's memory... It's impossible. Klein began to balk at a pile of historical classics written in giant language, Elf language and @% $# language.

Is it time to start learning a foreign language again? Klein looked at the ghost symbols in the book that he didn't know at all and was very crazy.

He decided to find someone to go crazy with him.

Well, maybe a snake?

Ululius coiled himself into a lump in the room and held his tail.

Anyway, mythological biological communication does not have to use the mouth. Most of the time, ululius prefers his own noumenon. But when the creator is or needs his human form, he will obediently carry his wings.

Klein thought about why the creator's XP system was so strange, while flipping through the scattered books.

In fact, he was a little obsessive-compulsive, because the classics in this room were really stacked in disorder, just like a pile of sundries.

Debris pile

Klein, who suddenly remembered the pile of sundries on his fog, coughed in his heart and quickly skipped the previous idea.

Although ululius was not very talkative, he was a good teacher, and Klein was a gifted student. With the help of a large number of books, it took him only seven or eight days to master most of the languages in the classics.

On weekdays, Klein sat at the desk here to summarize and sort out books one by one and compare the deeds of the previous two eras, while ululius stood on the other side and set up an easel to draw. Most of his paintings are related to the creator, just like those religious paintings Klein saw in the last era, which have the meaning of preaching the gods. The other part is the people he gets along with in his daily life. With Klein's permission, ululius also painted one for him.

Medici was away this time, and Klein, the king of several other angels, had not seen him. The creator seemed to be preparing for something important.

Suddenly came to this completely strange era, Klein had no idea of making up for his fate. So without a clue, Klein decided to be a salted fish and study how to go back. Will's remark that "fate will return automatically after compensation" doesn't sound very reliable.

He suddenly remembered that another angel in the room seemed to be in the same way as will.

Klein looked a little strange. He suddenly remembered the past when he had confronted ululius. Looking at the scene of their peaceful coexistence now, there was always an unreal illusion.

Noticing that Klein was looking at himself, ululius turned his head, confused in his silver pupils. He touched his beautiful face and seemed unable to understand why Klein looked at him with strange eyes.

"What else do you think about what you said that day, 'my destiny is vacant'?" Klein asked.

Ululius naturally thought that Klein's eyes were because of this, and he followed the habit of getting along these days, As a teacher, he patiently explained to KLEIN: "you should deliberately restrain your particularity. I can't see more. It's not so much my sensitivity to fate. If other people's destiny is like a river, your destiny is like a river connected end to end. But the water in the river doesn't flow, because it can't circulate because of the missing part. In the long run, it may become a pool of stagnant water."

"So do you have any suggestions?" Klein asked.

"In fact, it has been slowly completed. Every minute and second you stay here, you are completing it." As for the rest, I dare not pry too much into your fate

Klein nodded thoughtfully, remembering that even will dared not look directly at him.

Since he can make up everything, he is actually more inclined not to interfere in history.

I see. From today on, he is the angel of the saltiest fish under the throne of the creator. He works for a living, and then waits for the fate to make up for him so that he doesn't die here!

Klein instantly understood folth's Salted Fish mentality.

Ula, which social animal doesn't like fishing?

In the days when Klein fished day by day, medic came back here in high spirits and began to pour out his story to him and ululius.

Most of the things that Meredith said with relish were the suppression of rebellion, but Meredith said with relish.

His impression of the Red Angel is actually quite good. Although his mouth is really angry, he always helps Klein solve a lot of problems while doing it for himself. However, when Medici joked and said to him, "I don't think you should be a diviner, but a hunter", Klein refused very much.

The hunter is so provocative. I'm afraid he's going to turn into a butt of trouble.

When Medici finished the story, he suddenly remembered something. He took out a large bag of things from nowhere and threw it in front of Klein.

"I brought you something." He said.

Klein leaned over and couldn't help jumping in the corners of his eyes.

Good guy, a bunch of extraordinary features!

He subconsciously began to calculate how much he could sell. Then I remembered that this was the Tertiary period, and there was no runkin pound yet.

Klein sighed deeply as the mysterious Lord of this era who could not bring it back or bring it back. He decided to keep this pile of things away from his vision to avoid heartache.

"You might as well bring me some ingredients. I can't use them." Klein, don't look around and pretend to look down on him.

"Tut, it's useless to say. When I first saw it, my eyes straightened." Medici rolled his eyes and bluntly exposed him. "Don't you really want it?"

Klein thought about it. Although he is a salted fish now and the God kingdom of the creator is very peaceful, it is not certain that the weak and poor diviner will fight that day. It must be right to prepare more.

"Just this." Klein took a fancy to the extraordinary characteristics of a warrior's way in the shape of a walking stick.

He thought it must feel great to knock the enemy dog's head with this walking stick.

It happened that he did lack a walking stick.

"I can't see that you are so weak and violent."

The remaining extraordinary features were packaged by Medici and thrown to the churches of several creators.

Although the creator has recovered the places occupied by other ancient gods for some time, there are still frequent rebellions. Medici stayed here for two days and ran out to fight again.

Medici instinctively liked the battle and blood rather than being a otaku with Klein ululius.

So Klein returned to three days of fishing and two days of net drying.

Sometimes, it's not people looking for things, it's people looking for things.

For example, Klein heard that a new guest came to the kingdom of God, a scholar who called himself Hermes.

Although Klein of the fifth age was unhappy with Hermes's perception, the mysterious Angel Zhou who came to the past had no intersection with Hermes, and he should not even have heard of the name.

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When Hermes came to exchange academic issues, the creator waved his big hand and kicked the ball of this "arduous" task to Klein. Klein didn't really want to deal with the great man in history, but the salted fish angel was forced to leave his lovely comfort circle and run to receive guests.

So he caught the snake of fate who fished with him and wanted to die together.

Ululius looked innocently at Klein, who silently put down his hand. He restarted his newly broken painting, then put down the drawing board and followed Klein.

This makes Klein feel guilty about bullying children.

Hermes didn't have the feeling of being crafty at this time. He was just an ordinary scholar.

Of course, Klein is skeptical about this. In his eyes, what can be put in by the good fellow has some skills - not the "salted fish" that was picked up inexplicably like him. Zhou, a mysterious angel in the future, happily picked himself out of "a little ability".

He's just a fat house angel under the creator.

"Do you think the Lord has been a little busy lately?" Klein asked ululius as he pondered whether to share a bug to sleep in the library. He called "master" very much in Rome as the Romans do. Anyway, it was the same feeling for him to call the leader "manager XX" when he was a social animal.

Ululius shook his head. "But the LORD said we would have new colleagues."

He was obviously led astray by Klein and gradually became the shape of a "working angel".

New colleagues?

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that it seemed as if something was missing here.

He hasn't heard of Adam and Amun in this time and space! Originally, he thought that he had never heard of anything because he was too curtily and didn't step out of the gate. Unexpectedly, they hadn't been born yet.

Wait... Don't you see Amun again?

Klein felt that his wonderful Amun PTSD began to attack.

Hermes's appearance prevented Klein from PTSD attack on the spot and ran to a corner of the world with "open the door".

Klein silently recited in his heart that "he just came to communicate, scholars only came to communicate" and decided to deal with the type of "Professor XX" brought by him as a leader.

It seems that he has remembered his life more and more.

Beyond Klein's expectation, his chat with Hermes was very pleasant. Both of them were knowledgeable people. Klein also read many classics of this era recently, which can be said to be accessible in all aspects.

"So, have you seen the blasphemy slate?" Klein said.

"Your Lord is above the true God." Hermes said, "right?"

For some people who dare to talk about the belief of the opposite angel, Klein can only say that it's him who came fortunately, others

Klein remembered the final ending of "redeeming the rose".

Well, maybe some of them are not so pious.

"In the old days, if I had to choose a noun to call this rank." Klein replied.

But in his mind, he thought: in fact, the one sitting in front of you is also - even a "pillar".

Klein glanced at ululius, who was closed to one side and rarely participated in the topic.

Hermes is also observing Klein. As far as he knows, "mystery" is related, which sounds very similar to the power of the night country.

However, it was not wise to talk about their Lord in front of the two angels. Hermes hastily ended the topic and talked about all kinds of creatures in the land.

As Klein listened, he hooked these ancient names with what he knew about the creatures in his mind.

Green vegetables, cabbage, pepper, pepper, green onion, ginger, garlic... And all kinds of meat he hasn't eaten.

Klein thinks he's hungry.

"Could you wait a moment, please?" Klein said suddenly, "I want to go out. After talking for so long, I need to rest to digest the chat."

Hermes nodded, but curious about where Klein was going, "where are you going?"

"Find some food. I'm hungry." Klein naturally replied that as soon as he raised his hand, a light door appeared at his hand, which was the ability of the "door" approach.

Hermes recognized this ability and was secretly on guard.

Then Klein opened the door and left.

Hermes:?

When he came back, he held a lot of all kinds of dishes and meat.

Klein even pulled a pot out of the historical projection.

He misses hot pot so much.

Since he came to this era, he hasn't even eaten a bite of food. He always feels cheated by the creator. He only has to "wrap up" and doesn't have to "wrap up".

Klein still remembers feeling that the elves in this world invented hot pot and Mao xuewang. It's great. Klein also doubted whether the elves had any walkers, but he didn't find any Chinese handwriting.

"This is..." Hermes looked at the pile and hesitated.

"Hot pot." Klein said.

"A pot made of fire?" Ululius read Klein's words strangely.

"It's a way of eating with a fire under the pot, putting things in and out, cooking and eating." Klein explained.

The ingredients he brought had already been washed with water on the road, and the historical projection of the pot collected by the mysterious Lord is false, and Hermes should not see that it is the fake thing he projected.

At least in this way, he will not be found by the other party that he is a person in three ways.

Klein didn't want to wake up and find out that he was the "Lord of mysteries". He just wanted to be a social animal angel who mixed food and drink.

The water in the pot boiled and bubbled.

Klein demonstrated how to eat, and then gave two people, ah, no, angel, a dipping butterfly. Yes, this is also his historical projection from the old city.

Considering the reasons of everyone's preference, Klein didn't dare to collect the dip dish of "heavy spicy, heavy hemp and heavy taste" in his hometown, but it was made by his friends in Jiangnan.

"Unfortunately, I didn't find much meat that was sure to be delicious..." muttered Klein.

Eating is unnecessary for the three present, but they will not refuse to taste delicious food.

So the original academic exchange became a battle for food.

"Zhou, I brought you food -" Medici returned to the kingdom of God and pushed the door, but his voice stopped abruptly. He soon showed interest in the lipstick pot. "What's this?"

Klein was worried that there was no meat. When he saw that Medici had brought some animals, his eyes lit up.

"Hot pot, in short, is delicious." Klein took Medici's "ingredients" and began to think about how to deal with them.

"Do you have a knife?" He asked.

Medici thought and took out a dagger for him.

Klein looked at the dagger and fell silent.

This seems to be a "3" seal.

Is it a bit outrageous to use it to deal with food?

Thinking so, he quickly took up the knife and disposed of the pile of animal corpses.

After a bite, Medici's eyes lit up.

In his words "Zhou, why do you always have ability in strange places", the food piled up like a mountain disappeared rapidly in the hot pot.

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When the creator pushed the door in, he saw four heads turning together, with bowls in each hand. The hot pot in the middle is steaming white, and the red pepper is rolling in the water.

He stared deeply at the pot for a long time, then said to Klein, "give me a tableware, too."

So the man who robbed the rice (God?) Into five.

Klein ran out halfway to find some ingredients.

Hermes and ulus don't seem to be able to eat spicy food. They need to drink a glass of water. Medici is as cheerful as Klein. They fight happily with chopsticks. They often grab chopsticks when they see what they like - and occasionally unfortunately, they fall in love with the other three. The creator actually ate this kind of food a long time ago. Now he mostly misses it, but he doesn't care about being robbed by his subordinates.

Of course, he can use chopsticks very quickly.

"Zhou, are you an elf?" Medici suddenly asked.

"It's half." Klein opened his eyes and lied. Anyway, his fellow villagers wouldn't expose him for such an insignificant matter. "Why do you want to ask this?"

"I've seen this kind of tableware in the elves." "But they don't eat hot pot," Medici said

"Take it as a specialty of my hometown. Isn't it delicious? It's over when it's delicious. Eat and don't check your account." Klein stuffed Medici with chopsticks.

He was still a little embarrassed about "plagiarizing" the Chinese people's great "invention" hotpot. Klein didn't want to turn over history that day and find that "the Great Secret Angel invented hotpot".

It's all gone, okay!

"Hukou?" Medici heard something he wasn't familiar with. "What's this?"

"It is similar to an identity certificate, which records the name, place of birth, current residence and other information. It will be very convenient for the management of city-state residents." The creator answered, "but it's not easy to do such statistics now. We have to wait until the world calms down before we have the energy to do such things."

The angel of war was so sleepy that he even felt that the hot pot didn't smell good.

When the five people had almost eaten, Hermes put forward his farewell. He felt a little confused after returning to his mind. It seemed that the academic exchange originally planned had somehow become a gourmet exchange.

When Klein went to see Hermes off, the creator suddenly remembered what he had done.

"The son of God was born." He announced so.

Medici and ululius had only curiosity and joy in their eyes, but Klein, who had just sent Hermes back, felt a little dark in front of him. His mind echoed "help, I don't think I PTSD'm good yet".

But the fact was not transferred by his will. The creator went out again and came back with two more children.

He held a black haired boy of about five years old with a single eye in his hand and a blue eyed blonde child of about twelve or thirteen years old with clear eyes in his hand.

The first reaction in Klein's mind.

Virgin Mary.

Then I realized that this was his immediate boss. Maybe I should congratulate him.

But how can we say that the two children were born to this fellow in front of us, as if the Virgin Mary was right?

Klein's thoughts gradually diverged, from "whether the pregnant husband should not be heavy oil and spicy" to "postpartum care of sows".

"Zhou?" After the creator said a call and happily entrusted the two bear children to the Red Angel who didn't need to go to war for the time being, he found that his secret Angel seemed to be fishing and distracted.

Klein looked at the creator and the two children with a complex emotion.

In fact, now he is not afraid of the new Amun and Adam, but it reminds him of a lot of things about the future of these people in front of him.

When Klein's mind was distracted, he subconsciously felt out two historical projection sugars and gave Amun and Adam one.

Children should like sugar.

Born mythical creatures don't need to eat, so neither Amun nor Adam looked at the sugar in his hand and didn't know what to do with it.

"Congratulations." Klein was called back to his thoughts, and finally gave an old-fashioned congratulations.

The only way to get rid of the current good thing is to congratulate the current one.

The creator put down Amun in his hand, took the candy from his hand and began to unpack the wrapping paper for him.

Medici was not interested in this shiny fruit candy, but ululius curiously asked for one.

Adam looked sideways and followed suit. The sweet smell melted in his mouth. He thought about it and said solemnly to Klein, "thank you, uncle Zhou."

Klein's breath stagnated, and he felt a little unable to bear the name.

Then Amun immediately answered, "thank you, uncle Zhou. Is there anything else?" He pulled the hem of Klein's robe and looked up at him expectantly.

"No more." Klein said cruelly.

Although this Amun has just been born, it doesn't prevent him from bullying him a little. You see, Adam didn't ask him again, so Klein decided to say "no" equally.

What he didn't expect was that little Amun obediently put down his hand and returned to the creator.

The creator smiled at Klein.

Klein shivered.

I don't know why he always felt that the creator at this time looked and smiled with the brilliance of "Motherhood". In fact, he seemed to want to pit him.

"Zhou, in the future, Amun and Adam will ask you and medic to take care of them." He said.

"Oh."

KLEIN: the mischief to face has increased. [indifference. JPG]

He sweated for Medici in the bottom of his heart.

Poor colleague, I don't know what he's going to face.

Although Medici had no interest in raising children at all, since he was the son of God, he still stretched out a hand to tease Amun.

"You look in good spirits." He said.

"Zhou, come with me." Seeing that the two children had occupied the empty seats on both sides of Medici sitting on the sofa, the creator asked Klein to go.

Klein got up and followed him, guessing what the creator wanted to say.

"You should also be eroded by the 'original'?" The creator came straight to the point.

Klein nodded. "But I went up from sequence nine, and I mastered the source when I was sleeping. The erosion is not as serious as you." "Your state, in fact, is the right choice, which is very effective in delaying erosion," he said

The creator looked at Klein and said meaningfully, "you know everything."

"No, you are too far away for me. I can only speculate from a few words." Klein denied, "I guess what you want to ask, which is also a problem I used to worry about. It's just that my method has little effect on you. If, I mean, if it's really too serious to control, I'll use my source to help you suppress it. But it's drinking poison to quench thirst, and it will even accelerate the awakening of the original."

The mysterious Angel stood quietly in front of his Lord, half hung his head, and hid his expression in the shadow.

"I divided half of me to suppress the 'original' revived on me. It came from a distant era, and now it is no more than the strength above angels and below the true God. The 'original' is inseparable from us. He cannot kill, will not disappear, but can only be suppressed. The best way is to let him sleep in the depths of consciousness."

……

When Klein went back to find Medici after chatting with the creator, he happened to meet other angel colleagues who came back to report their work and met the sons of God.

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For the first time, Klein saw several angels who were too busy to see every day.

The first is the dark angel sasriel made from the creator's ribs. His curly black hair and shoulders are scattered behind him at will. Layers of virtual black wings naturally fold behind him. He is wearing a robe with dark black as the bottom, wrapped with silver silk thread and engraved with complex flower patterns. There are gorgeous accessories hanging on his neck, wrist and waist. The awakened sasriel was more imposing and had a leader's temperament than Klein when he met him in the giant court.

He was followed by Leo dro, a tall and dignified wind angel with long dark blue hair, and a pure white angel with blond hair and eyes and a warm yellow halo behind his head, who looked young, handsome and energetic. Later, the old man with a hood and only his mouth, wrinkles and white beard should be the wise angel herabergen.

They are basically the same as what Klein saw in the underground ruins, and they look younger at most. Klein compared a small nail cap in his heart.

"Good day, my Lord." Sasriel saluted the creator.

Several other angels also saluted respectfully.

Klein looked at the wind angel whose eyes were full of respect, and at the pure white angel who seemed to want to praise the creator feverishly. Finally, his eyes fell on the last herabergen who remained silent.

It doesn't look like a rebellion.

He muttered in the bottom of his heart.

How did you get there?

"I've been informed before," the creator said to them. "This is the new mysterious angel. You can call him Zhou. Because you often sort out books in the library, you may not meet him at ordinary times."

Klein greeted the others one by one and joined the team.

The creator opened the door of the previous room.

Klein felt as if he had stiffened.

He glanced into the door and then withdrew his eyes.

Klein replaced himself with the creator. He thought he might have to wonder if he opened the door in the wrong way, so he was very confused every time he opened the door.

Once in a hundred years, the arrogant war Angel Medici was driven around the house by the little boy. Amun chased him and said he wanted to drink milk.

Adam and ululius sat quietly on the sofa. One of them held a glass of water and looked like a boss who didn't hear what was going on outside the window. They let the two go around the room and play the game of "you chase me and run away".

At the moment when the creator opened the door, the pause button was pressed.

Amun immediately rubbed against his father, clutching the hem of the creator's robe, and wailed wrongfully that he wanted to drink milk. He said that Adam said that human children had such a period of time, and he would try it.

Crane, you have to hold back.

The mysterious Angel quietly raised a corner of his mouth and soon pressed it down.

The creator soon returned to his normal state. He gently said to Klein, "the kingdom of God didn't prepare these things. It's my thoughtlessness. Can you open the door and find some?"

Klein, who suffered inexplicably, was immediately unhappy.

Well, bear children are used to it. With this idea, he honestly ran out to find milk for the child.

human world. The creator's church.

"On the side of the Lord stands the king of the nine archangels, who are..."

The white bird landed on the church spire, tilted its head, picked up a stone that had peeled off, and spread its wings and flew away.

"Among them, the mysterious angel is the recent submission to our Lord, and the angel of time and the utopian angel are the descendants of the Lord..."

The bright light beam fell from the church dome and painted a gorgeous rainbow on the ground.

"The birth of the son of God has brought good omens to the world."

The bishop standing on the pulpit solemnly swore.

"A new era has begun!"

In the third period, the birth of the son of God marked a gap with the second period. The past is an endless dark struggle, and from this moment on, there is only a bright future.

Klein only felt the dark clouds pressing on the top.

Meng Zizi grows very fast. After raising for a month, he has run away. He looks like he is seven or eight years old.

The other angels are happy 996. They only come here occasionally when they have something to report. Originally, I wanted to meet the son of God, otherwise I could finish all the work by arranging rituals or prayers. Then herabergen was pulled off a few beards and didn't come back; Osekus was stripped of his aura once and didn't come again; Leo dro struck a thunder for the cub and was ordered not to come

When there was no skin in front of samril, he seemed to be very close to his father, whether it was the body, the half body, or the back hand reserved for the future.

Maybe it's the relationship between the extraordinary characteristics and the law of aggregation. He is also very close to Klein. If he has to stick to someone, he is mostly an unlucky Secret Angel.

Amun is pretty clever most of the time. He can basically listen to what he says, but there are a lot of strange ideas. Klein can handle the first two. Bai Zao privately gave him the task of letting Amun gain humanity, but Klein looked left and right and felt that the little boy in front of him was hopeless. Say there is no humanity. The bear is like a real child. He wants this and that every day, and he goes to the house to uncover tiles and walk red on the ground; Say human nature, he is more trying, or instinctively playing his own sequence, so as to achieve the purpose of digesting magic drugs.

While extracting ancient documents, Klein pressed Amun running around the library with his black gloved hand. Amun will be quieter than usual when he is pressed by that hand.

"Kingdom of the night, freguerra..." Klein circled the name.

He remembered that at this time, the night goddess should also wear it. If he went to the country of night, he should be able to see the fellow who helped him a lot.

Put down the pen, put the files in order, and Klein picked up Amun.

Today, Medici said he was going to go out to relax. He took ululius to Orcus. Only Amun and Adam were in the library. Klein glanced at Adam, who was looking through the files he had sorted out, and lamented that the villagers were saving time and effort.

"What would you like to eat today?" He asked.

"Don't you know how to make the hot pot?" he said

"Because children can't eat hot pot," Klein told a lie seriously. "It's bad for the intestines and stomach."

"It's not good to be a child. You can't do anything." Amun pushed the single eye on his face, "I'm not human!"

He announced so.

Then start thinking about what to do.

"Crow?" Klein, who knows the future, is kidding.

"It's OK." Amun turned his eyes and thought about the image of the crow. He thought it was good, "but what's the meaning of being a crow? I want to be a unique white crow!"

"The white crow seems to be a symbol of good luck." Adam added, noticing Klein looking at him, adding, "doesn't your hometown think so?"

When Medici and ululius came back, they saw little white crows standing on bookshelves, desks, ink bottles, and even one nest on Klein's head, and two on his shoulders.

Medici, who often confronts Amun, received a very warm welcome. He was caught by a white crow and tried to step back, but he was tripped by ululius. So I don't know why I fell like this.

Taking this opportunity to avoid the attack of crows, ululius looked very innocently at Medici staring at him on the ground, and then struck his paw with a white crow where Medici could not see.

A burning smell penetrated Klein's nose.

The crow that pounced on Medici's face was completely burnt to black charcoal by the fire.

It seems that some red angels are really angry.

So the white crows gathered and became an Amun. He ran to Klein and showed him that he had burned a pinch of curly hair and hid behind him.

Klein grabbed him out without expression. "There's no egg soup." He announced cruelly.

"No, cooking angel, how can you stop cooking!" Amun protested.

"The protest is invalid." Klein said.

Medici patted the dust that didn't exist on his body and said, "congratulations on becoming a 'cooking angel'."

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With a lot of free time, Klein recognized the title of cooking angel by holding his nose and began to develop various new dishes. The ingredients are provided by Medici who often travel. The diners are mainly ululius, Adam, Amun and the creator. Medici can't eat occasionally because he has to travel again. When it's cooked, several other angel kings will also come to rub rice.

So Klein's cooking improved by leaps and bounds.

Also advancing by leaps and bounds is his skill in cleaning up the bear children, because under the eyes of the villagers, he doesn't seem to be so nice to bully Amun who hasn't done anything bad, but educating the bear children can still be justified.

So, Klein's daily life is like this.

"Zhou -" Amun came back from playing outside and stood outside the library shouting Klein.

Klein sat in the library, his black wings folded behind his back, compared the contents of the two files, then held a pen in one tentacle and wrote the sorted contents on the desk beside him. He rarely felt that the robe of the third period was very easy to use because the tentacle was easy to stretch out from below, which enabled him to concentrate on multiple purposes, nearly ten times faster than before.

Anyway, at least angels can go here. When he intends to converge, no one will lose control of his mythical biological form because he looks directly at him.

"What's the matter?" Klein did not raise his head and asked. By the way, his other tentacle caught the white crow flying to make a nest on his head. The tentacle pinched the white crow and turned it back into a worm of time.

"I stole Medici's hair!" He said excitedly.

Then the next second Medici's iron fist hit him in the face. Amun stole the distance, changed the concept of noumenon and separation at the same time, and let himself rub into Klein's tentacles in the form of white crow. With an inexplicable face, the insect of time was filled with an iron fist, "PIA Ji" was bounced and flew to the bookshelf.

"Zhou, I'm in pain..." the white crow standing on Klein's shoulder cried wrongfully.

After writing the last word, Klein was finally free to see what happened.

"Pooh." This is ululius at the theatre.

"Ha ha ha..." this is Klein, who is gloating.

Seeing that Medici was going to beat himself, Klein used his clown ability to control his smile. "I swear, I've been trained professionally. Generally, we won't laugh." Staring at his shiny bald head, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth and added, "unless he really couldn't help it."

Medici's bright red eyes flowed with angry flames.

"Amun, give back your hair." Klein said positively to Amun.

"No." The black eyed white crow murmured in his tentacles, "he burned my hair!" Amun returned to human form. He pulled the pointed hat on his head and covered the half long red hair that looked very disharmonious.

"Return it quickly." Klein threatened, "or I'll pay it back for you and you won't want your own hair to grow again."

That said, he glanced at the bald medic again.

(that's weird. Take another look. JPG)

Amun reluctantly returned his hair.

"Let me remind you that Zhou's hair is black." Medici dropped the sentence and disappeared at the door.

He doesn't want to be fooled by Klein.

Klein felt a little cool on his head before he realized the meaning of Medici's words.

Another slight smile came from the place where a big snake was entrenched.

Klein glared at Amun, and then ululius, squatting in the corner and gnawing his tail, found his hair missing.

"It's not very nice to dye white." Klein muttered. He grabbed a mirror, projected the history, and lost himself in thought to his silver haired self.

Ululius: the theatre comes at a price.

"... I'll restart Amun's hair and it will grow out soon." He said so.

The creator pushed the door in.

The creator stepped back and looked at the door number.

The creator stared at the hair of three people in the room and meditated.

Creator: I doubt it's not me, it's the door. Why are you so obsessed with opening the door every time. Forget it, I haven't opened the right door.

He looked at Adam, who was invisible in psychology, silently.

Adam almost wrote the sentence "I'm not here" on his face, and smiled openly and openly because of his invisibility. After discovering that the creator was looking at him, he stopped smiling, returned to the state of "audience" and came out of the corner.

Several angels who had done bad things returned their hair one after another and restarted. Finally, they pretended that there was no trace of evil and returned to their original position.

"Lord." Ululius saluted the creator.

Klein took back his tentacles, turned them into legs and stepped on the ground barefoot.

"Where's Medici?" The creator looked around and didn't see the angel of war.

"Just went out." Klein said, "shall I open the door and find him back?"

Before he finished, he had opened the "door" easily and was ready to cross to the place where medic was located to find someone.

"Yes." The creator nodded, "please inform the other angels by the way."

"Will saslear inform you, too?" Klein asked.

"No, he has something else to do."

This time, the king of angels was called to talk about saslil. He will stay in the giant king's court in the future. If something needs to be handled, he will be handed over to the mysterious angel. He can't decide to hand it over to the creator again.

KLEIN: Oh, capitalists squeeze the surplus value of workers. You betrayed the proletariat!

Although Klein has just found that there is some imbalance between the creator and the other gods, he may not be used to hiding the extraordinary nature of the creator.

It's only been three years.

On the one hand, the creator's revision of religious architecture and dogma is closer to the religion of the old era, rather than playing with interest. On the other hand, the creator used to like eating and drinking, but now he doesn't come much.

Food can not tempt a person, then he must not be a person!

Klein has a lot of theatres in his mind, but after becoming a God, he can think in parallel on multiple lines, so that he can distract himself and sweep his eyes to several other angel kings at the same time. As always, herabergen can't make people see what to think, but he has recently indulged in studying the examination system given by Klein, and may be thinking about how to improve this system to make people more interested in learning. Othekus, as always, looked with reverence at the creator who had given him the opportunity to be the king of angels. He was the most attentive of them. Leodero seems to have the same brain tonic addiction as Alger. Klein's experience in dealing with Alger for many years ensures that leodero is definitely thinking about the great plan of the Lord.

As for himself

Klein felt terrible at the bottom of his heart.

Although ulolius seemed to listen carefully, he was actually trying hard to resist the impulse to change back to the original shape and bite his tail. Although Medici respected the creator, he seemed to want to put his feet on the table so that he would be more comfortable.

Of course, he must be listening carefully and not wandering outside! Klein thought so.

After explaining that saslear needed to stay in the giant court to help his stable creator, he turned to Klein. As usual, he asked Klein to stay for a while.

"When you finish sorting out those classics, you may have to go to the night country." The creator said, "I want to consult the secret there."

Secret existence? Night goddess?

Klein learned later and dug out the records related to the goddess in the Tertiary period from his mind.

"Freguera had been searching for a source."

Yuanbao. Klein complemented him in his heart.

"After he fell in the battle of the ancient gods, I have been looking for the existence that has inherited his legacy. Maybe he will know something."

Klein accepted the task, and he thought it would be nice to meet his fellow villagers.

"There is only one sample. It's not enough to study the source material." As he turned away, Klein heard the creator mutter.

Well, at least we can be sure that the creator is himself. It is still difficult for God to erode him.

Is that the researcher's obsession.

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Having made up his mind to go to the night country, Klein began to focus on collecting and sorting out relevant materials. At least he had to master the local dialect. But after thinking for a while, he always felt that the dialect there would be wolf howling. Klein couldn't help shaking goose bumps when he made up his head to the appearance of wolf howling.

... fortunately not.

Klein wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist.

If he thinks well, freguera, the destructive demon wolf, has died and has been replaced by his powerful fellow countryman.

Klein looked at the route from the silver country to the night country and marked several points on the map. He was very interested in some extinct creatures and some relics in this era. He didn't have to open the door directly to the villagers' home.

It's not a visit, it's a kick.

But he also thought that he could make complaints about Das Kapital before the old days. He also arranged many "incidentally" tasks on the way to bring the remaining value to the extreme.

Klein rolled up the map in his hand and suddenly felt a heavy burden on his shoulder.

"Amun?" He pulled the white crow off his shoulder. "What's the matter?"

"I'm going too." The crow uttered a clear juvenile voice, "it must be fun. And if Zhou is gone, I have nothing to eat!"

"No, your father asked your brother to go with me." Klein said seriously, "if you want to go out, you can ask medic to take you. He has a lot of assignments. In addition, I don't think I need to remind you that mythical creatures will be fine if they are hungry for a few days."

If you really go with me, this diplomacy will not succeed

Klein make complaints about silence.

"OK..." the white crow limped and ran to make a nest on the head of Medici who had just entered the door.

"How about hot pot today?" Klein said.

Several people present agreed on this matter with their hands, feet, wings and tails.

Hotpot is always a reserved item for the king of angels dinner.

Klein is unwilling to expose his ability of historical projection and rarely makes hot pot.

So Amun was fooled over

Because more than half of his consciousness was suppressing the God, Klein's brain didn't turn very fast. He felt something wrong when he carried Adam through the spiritual world.

Amun can't be so easy to deceive. What he wants to do can't be so easy to give up.

Klein felt something was wrong. So he first checked his surroundings to make sure there was no insect that missed the net, and then suddenly remembered that the white crow had stood on his shoulder and looked at the map.

I see. The dead boy must be waiting for him at the next place.

Klein immediately accelerated the shuttle speed of the spirit world.

Adam protested.

He's a little dizzy.

Klein naturally happily ignored this little opinion.

Until he collided with the Fugen dog because he was too fast.

The crashed Fugen's dog was very wronged, very wronged. It was a "howling" around Klein, which was completely inconsistent with the terrible image of his eye socket burning fire and his mouth cracking to the back of his head. In fact, they are also a little angry, but the opposite is the old mystery and the master of the spirit world. What can they do. We can only try to sell Meng to gain sympathy.

Conscious of guilt, Klein put down Adam and turned to appease his "future" dogs.

These little guys still have sound eyes, and even more than he will see in the future.

Klein thought of this and sighed softly.

He marked them. If something happened to them when he was in the spirit world, he could manage them.

Fugen's dogs were very happy about this. They happily rubbed Klein's trouser legs and wagged their tails, as if they were honored that such an existence was willing to protect them.

Adam: just... There's a lot of poor treatment. People are not as good as dogs?

"Zhou, is something wrong?" Adam asked, "you're in such a hurry."

"Amun may have run away from home." Klein pulled out the map and said, "he looked at my map and expressed great interest in it."

The angel of the audience silently looked at the map in Klein's hand and frowned slightly. "It's also a good thing that he can go out and practice by himself."

Klein opened his mouth. He wanted to say very much, "isn't Amun the one who met him when he went out to practice?" but he thought for a moment and decided not to disturb the brother's heart of "loving younger brother".

"If you go on like this, no wonder Amun shows signs of being spoiled." He said.

"Zhou, you are more educated than me. Both me and Amun lack humanity because they are born mythical creatures." Adam said, "I can't teach him those things, but maybe you can."

Klein shrugged. "It's not as good as you think. I'm not full of human nature."

"Just like your father..." he paused and looked at Adam. He seemed to have no objection to the name of father. "Just as I was suffering from the erosion of 'God', I also needed to fight against the erosion of 'original' split from the same way." He pulled the corners of his mouth like self mockery. "For this, I gave up part of human nature - although I don't want to admit it, it's not divinity that brings madness to extraordinary creatures, but human nature. At least human nature is one of the incentives."

"So the Lord gave most of humanity to salier." Adam thought, "then why does the Lord want Amun to be human?"

Klein suddenly had a subtle gap. He realized that in this time and space, Adam was not all equal to the creator, but an independent person who knew he was the backup of the creator.

He shook his head and said he didn't know what the creator planned to do.

"Maybe because Amun will become the key to salvation in the future." Klein said casually, "for mythical creatures, the end is not far away."

"How much longer?" Asked Adam.

Klein was silent until he was near his destination. "It won't be long. Some things always happen off guard."

He opened the door, put Adam where he had planned to stay, and began to contact Medici who should happen to be "working" nearby by reciting his name.

Then I received a string of garbled messages from medic.

Klein became nervous at once.

What happened to Medici?

He is very fond of this colleague who has been together for nearly four years. Basically, he belongs to the good brother mode that he has to fight after meeting and saying a few words, but he has not succeeded in fighting once. Without him, they both owe something.

Klein was about to find someone when he saw Medici striding towards him in the shape of a flaming giant with a dark crow.

The man carrying posture is the same as Klein carrying Adam.

Klein was stunned.

"Amun, I think you'd better be a black crow..." he said after half a day, "so you don't have to take a bath at least three times a day."

He swore that Medici must have wanted to eat charcoal roasted crows for a long time.

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After some incorrigible crow cubs paid the price of becoming white eyed black crows, he finally learned to stop.

Klein got the guarantee that medic would take care of Amun and took Adam on the journey again.

Adam, who already looks like a 17-year-old boy, protested against Klein's way of carrying chicks.

It's OK to carry it like this when I was a child. Do you still want to be beaten by his father?

The arrogant and secretive Lord said he was not afraid to fight with the creator.

So Adam's protest is invalid. Every time Klein wants to speed up the door and walk, should Adam be carried or have to be carried.

Klein said it was definitely not some revenge mentality.

In addition to finding many animals and plants that had not been seen before the fifth period, Klein also saw the existence of many times that had been erased by history along the way. Some friendly, such as a sequence three reader pathway creature, showed great interest in Klein's knowledge base; Some indifference, such as the creatures passing through the gate in the spirit world, felt the high suppression of Klein and ran away; Some disgust, such as the immortal bird whose ancestor died at the hand of the sun god, shows the impulse to sneak into the son of God under the creator's seat.

So Klein beat it up and packed it and sent it to osekus nearest to him.

Othekus stared at a trembling undead bird for a moment and thought deeply for a few seconds. With a serious face, he asked Klein, "can you eat it? Will it taste good?"

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Adam covered his face silently. He suddenly felt that he should "close his ears" or simply "forget nothing".

"Although I'm not Harry Potter and can't do magic, I can give you a 'blind fool' if you need it." Klein opened a secret state to make complaints about Adam, "can also achieve the same effect."

"You stole my thoughts?" Adam vaguely sensed Klein's just move. "It's really your only family to use secret power as a private chat." He could not help but make complaints about it.

Klein paused suspiciously for a moment. "Infected by Amun." He didn't stop on this topic, but immediately lifted the mystery, turned to othekus and said, "obviously, the undead bird is not delicious, only some bone shelves, and stew is not good."

The undead bird, which is discussed as a food material, feels very happy.

At the end of the fight, Klein and osekus talked about business. "The spirit world is not very peaceful recently. Along the way, there are many people who want to enter the Lord from the spirit world. These guys are mixed. Although the war is over, there are still many small-scale frictions."

"I see." Othekus nodded blandly, and a little sunshine reflected in his golden pupils. "Praise the sun, and may the glory of the Lord spread all over the earth."

Osekus, who prayed quietly, looked holy and pious.

Klein stopped looking at the scene and took Adam away.

On the other side, the spirit world.

A bronze gate filled with gray fog appeared from the void and opened slowly.

"Qiguang" was having a tea party and was almost scared to flee.

The suppression of personality from the mysterious Lord makes them unable to leave easily and can only stay where they are.

A selected lucky spirit worm came out of the gate. His face was the same as the body sleeping in the source castle.

"Don't mind if you venture to visit." "I want to know something," Klein said

From the historical projection, he pulled out the tableware, chairs, etc. needed by the tea club, as well as some exquisite snacks.

"Why don't you sit down and talk?" He smiled at the invitation, but left no room for the other party to refuse. "I want to ask about the 'barrier' and 'underground'."

Klein pointed to the sky and then to the earth.

"Why did you just steal my ideas?" Adam was obviously surprised by Klein's sudden move. As far as he knew, Klein was not the one who would do such a rude thing.

Klein knew that both the creator and his two split personalities knew his origin, so he said without hesitation, "because I'm really curious about what you think every day. In my time, the uniqueness of the writer's way, and the novels written were not even like third rate romantic novels." He said, "have you read it? The kind of overbearing president who falls in love with me."

Adam shook his head. "My father used to be a researcher and was not interested in this type of literature."

"... why do you always call him father?" Klein asked.

The son of the creator turned to Klein's eyes. "Because he is my father, there is no other reason - Zhou, you just said that the novels written by the writer's way of uniqueness are bad. Did I also write bad stories in your time?"

He easily introduced the contents of Klein's words.

"People's level fluctuates." "Unfortunately, I realized for the first time that the plot you arranged happened to be the worst one," Klein said

"That's unfortunate." Adam said, "Zhou, you haven't answered my first question."

"... that's all we know." "Orange light" said. He bowed slightly. "Is there anything else?"

Klein, sitting opposite them, nodded. "Nothing else." He took out seven gold coins. "This is the reward. If you encounter something that can't be solved, you can hold it and recite my name."

Klein hesitated for a moment and quickly connected, "travelers who do not belong to this era, mysterious masters above the fog, and guide signs of the vortex of fate." He rubbed his forehead. "I have to leave. See you next time."

As the familiar door opened, Klein quickly disappeared behind the door.

"Seven lights" put away the gold coins he left behind.

"Red light" said: "this adult has no malice, but he doesn't seem to be in good shape."

Klein was about to answer Adam's words. As soon as he spoke a word, his eyes suddenly lost focus.

"God?" A careless voice came from Klein's mouth.

With another slight shock, Klein quickly returned to normal. "Sorry, something just happened to me."

"Some nasty things are making a comeback." "Maybe it's because I've been a little lax with him lately - as you can see, I sometimes have a little problem when I fight with him," he said

"The 'first' in you?" Asked Adam.

"Yes." Klein nodded. "Although I have been completely suppressed, there will be some problems if I don't put a lot of power on suppressing him."

Adam did not continue to investigate this issue, which was regarded as approving Klein's statement, "how long will it take to reach the night country?"

"We have arrived." Klein opened the passage of the spirit world to the outside world. They stood in front of the Amanda mountains.

He looked at the distant mountains.

Thick stratus clouds and incredible silence envelop the mountain range.

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Klein was soon greeted by the night goddess.

He sent a secret servant, not Ariana, but a woman Klein didn't know.

He stood barefoot in front of them in a dress similar to that of the ascetic friar Ariana.

"We are entrusted by the Lord to visit your Excellency the night." Adam said to the secret servant lady that he easily recognized the power of what path enveloped the mountain.

The secret servant was more silent than Ariana. He was like a quiet night, swallowed up all the voices.

He closed his eyes and made a prayer gesture to pray to the goddess of night.

With the gaze of the crimson blood moon in the sky, a touch of "night" blurs the boundary of reality, which is the door of the country of night.

Under the guidance of the secret servant, Klein and Adam walked up the fluorescent ladder and went to the goddess's Kingdom step by step.

The stairs are full of night herbs and deep sleeping flowers.

The person they are looking for is standing in the middle of this sea of flowers. His face was covered with a thin veil of black stars.

"Here you are." His voice is gentle and quiet, with the power of reassuring sleep. "I know your purpose and agree to share some information with you, but similarly, you need to pay enough benefits to get more."

Klein noticed that the goddess at this time seemed to be more straight than the fifth period.

"I choose to listen to the information I can share first to judge whether I need to pay the price in exchange for your other help." He said.

"I caused the fall of freguera and replaced him." The night goddess said, "your Lord noticed my existence and gave me some help. This part of the information is my thanks."

"Freguera has been looking for the 'river of eternal darkness', which is a source substance corresponding to the sequence of night. It is sealed somewhere, temporarily inaccessible, and can only see the endless gray and white fog."

Klein knows about other sources, "but not all sources are sealed?"

The night goddess smiled at Klein. "I think you know this better than I do."

Adam nodded slightly. "My father does have his original message."

"In addition, there is another source that has not been sealed. Freguerra is looking for this source. To this end, he placed the extraordinary characteristics of that sequence on his offspring as a successor to his future to accommodate that uniqueness. But with the help of another offspring, his offspring hid after freguerra's death." The night goddess said this and stopped talking.

No wonder Antigonus is a secret waiter. Klein was reminded of the information he knew.

Even if she shows some madness because of the extraordinary characteristics of indiscriminate eating, freguera has her own plans. It's true that no one who can get to the top in the second period is stupid.

He judged what was known.

"What price do you want us to pay?" Adam asked.

"Stop attacking and spying on my territory, and do not preach to the people in my territory." The night goddess said, "in addition, I want to see" blasphemy slate "once."

His voice was soft, but with a hint of non-negotiable.

"I can make decisions for my father." Adam said, "I agree with your terms."

He made no further specific request to the night.

The night goddess's eyes flashed over Klein. He nodded, knowing what he needed to provide.

"Happy cooperation." Klein added a word for Adam.

"Happy cooperation." He responded.

As night receded, the sun fell on Klein and Adam again.

"I'm going to see Medici." Klein said to Adam, "Amun is with him - are you going?"

"OK." Adam had no intention of hastily returning his life to the creator.

Medici and Amun are fighting.

Unilateral beating two sequences three.

The flaming giant lit the land and burned the two serial three who were going to open the door and escape to ashes.

On his head stood a black crow, and Amun was applauding the wonderful battle.

Then Medici took away their extraordinary characteristics and went to Klein. "Do you need it? I remember you're through the door."

"I can't use it." Klein refused decisively.

Klein silently recited "life does not bring, death does not take", trying not to calculate how much the sequence three of the door path costs.

No amount of money can be taken away!

Mr. fool thought of the fool's church he couldn't afford and sighed heavily at the bottom of his heart.

Whether he is the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck or not, he must be the poor God in charge of the broken pocket.

His body confided to the awakened God in boredom: "are we all so poor?"

"The secret property is in the west continent." The LORD answered him, "in God's territory, all of us are poor and crafty."

Klein remembered that the goddess had said that "the God has another name in the western continent", so the God may be right.

"If you feel poor, you can go to the western continent. I'll tell you the location of my grave." The Buddha said casually with sleepiness, "if you don't say anything else, the source is not enough for you to exchange a lot of wealth."

"Can you really exchange it for money? Will they still be underground?" Klein sneered.

He blocked the other disorderly and reckless coercion of Tianzun and decided to end the boring conversation.

Even if the emperor had a tomb of the Qin emperor in the western continent, he was not interested.

Well, life doesn't bring death.

"Are you over?" Medici asked.

"HMM. go back to eat hot pot today?" Klein said, "celebrate success. I brewed baijiu. Do you want to try it?"

"Baijiu?" Medici heard another new word from Klein. "You really make yourself a cook? You study eating every day."

Klein stood up. "I don't like eating. It's like thunder and lightning."

Medici thought for a moment and suddenly shouted, "leodro -"

Immediately a thundercloud hung over their heads.

The crow flying in the sky became a lightning rod and was immediately hit.

Klein's eyelids jumped.

He remembered a little bad memory.

A roar came from the air, "Medici, what's wrong with you? When I'm a summoner, call me thunder and lightning every day."

Leodro swears.

The grumpy old pigeon is also very grumpy today.

"Then don't respond." Medici smiled.

"It's not that you're making too much noise." Leodero replied, and then angrily dispersed the thunder clouds.

"Week, I want to drink Baijiu, too." Black crows with white eyes hopped over Klein's head.

Although he was split by leodro, it was obvious that when the other party didn't hurt people's mind at all, he only burned some feathers. At most, a worm of time died, which was not a matter for him at all.

"No. minors are not allowed to drink." Klein refused ruthlessly, "pain --"

Amun's claws were tangled with Klein's hair.

Medici came up with a bad idea, "how about I burn your hair, once and for all."

Klein said, "Oh," then don't keep long hair. Amun can make a nest with your hair on your head. "

Medici thought it over.

"You're right. I really haven't had my hair cut. Maybe I should cut off more than half of the burden on my head."

"I'll cut it for you?" Klein tried to develop a new business of saltfish angel.

"OK." Medici readily agreed.

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After Medici agreed, Klein happily pushed him back to the room.

Amon, Adam, and ululius, and leodro, who said he had gone, came together to see.

In fact, angels don't care about hair. It's basically a hair style that hasn't changed for thousands of years. It's the first time someone wants a haircut.

Medici looked at Klein eager to try. He always felt that giving Klein his hair might be a wrong choice.

"To cut off the cut, I'll give you a fried dough twist first." Klein has a good point.

Medici was skeptical. "You just want to play with your hair first."

Klein laughed, and Medici gave a "tut", but did not stop Klein.

Klein, who could receive the signal, happily picked up the long hair of megdi and began to build a large amount of fried dough twist.

"Is that your hand or foot?" Medici glanced at Klein's tentacles, some with scissors and some with his hair.

Klein was silent.

"It must be a foot." Amun said fearing that the world would not be disorderly, "after all, the place where they were originally located is feet."

"I think it's a hand." Adam interjected, "the definition of the hand is the part that can hold things at the front of the upper limb, but for Zhou, his mythical biological form does not distinguish between the upper and lower limbs, so remove the first half of the definition, and the part that he can hold things is the hand."

"I often pass things to you with my tail." Ululius said to Medici.

So two votes to one.

The conclusion is that Klein's tentacles are also hands.

Just as they were talking, cline played the fried dough twist for medic.

Klein looked left and right, always feeling wrong.

It looks like a fried dough twist. It's too gentle for war angels.

With all due respect, Klein couldn't think of anything gentle and graceful that Medici could relate to.

As leodero was already nearby and was about to collapse their room, Klein thought medic might want to beat him up.

Originally he wanted to get a double ponytail, but now it seems that it is better for him to cut off this long hair quickly.

To avoid being beaten.

So Klein took off the scissors and cut flat. Then the heavy fried dough twist fell to the ground, turned into a mass of fire and disappeared in the air.

He quietly fished out a hair rope from the historical projection and tied a neat ponytail to medic.

Klein stepped back and felt a little wordless.

Because he cut it peacefully, this horsetail has no appearance of horsetail.

"... Zhou, your craft is really not very good." Adam said.

"It doesn't matter. I'll fix it." Klein decided to cut Medici's hair with old-fashioned physical control. He doesn't believe it doesn't look good.

Facts have proved that his aesthetics is still reliable. After using his old-fashioned ability and cutting Medici's horsetail into short hair that is the longest to the neck, his hair is finally very commensurate with his temperament.

"Medici, look." Klein felt out a mirror. "I'm good at it."

Ululius silently stopped the act of exerting good luck on medic. Although he didn't know whether his ability could affect Klein.

It doesn't affect the vision. The clean bangs and a little messy and beautiful back hair are very suitable under the support of medic's face.

"Good." Medici nodded.

Klein looked at the clean ground and Medici's clothes without any hair residue. He couldn't help feeling that his extraordinary ability was really easy to use.

Deep sleep in the sea of flowers.

Night and mystery sit opposite each other.

"Zhou?" Amanisis read the title, "I didn't expect to hear such a long time ago. This is your original surname."

Klein nodded.

"So what do you want to trade from me?" Amanisis asked, "in fact, your Lord comes from the old days. I also know that I found Chernobyl."

"In fact, it's not so much a transaction as I'm prepaying a reward I'll ask for in the future." Klein said, "I might want to put something with you, but not now."

This silent night is deeper, which means that the owner here is thinking.

"I want to know your true personality." He said.

That's what it means to promise a deal. However, he will also judge whether to go further according to the answers he gives.

Klein hooked his mouth. "Above the true God." "I don't want to change the hand of the gods, but I don't want to change the time."

Amanisis still looked at Klein calmly. He seemed to have a kind of silence of the night, which made it difficult for him to express any emotion.

"Will you need me to pay more than the true God in the future?" He asked.

Klein shook his head. "It's all about the future. It depends on how much you decide to pay." He smiled. "At least for me, you've paid - perhaps you've guessed that freguera hasn't completely died."

"I know." The night said in a soft and gentle voice, "it's just that it's inconvenient for me to clear his back hand now."

Klein stayed in the kingdom of amanisis for a long time before saying goodbye to him.

When he left, he saw him looking up at the red moon hanging high in the night. The dark, scarlet eye also looked at him.

He subconsciously calculated the days and suddenly realized that it might be the Mid Autumn Festival.

"Anything else?" Amanisis felt that Klein had not left and turned to ask.

Klein handed him the moon cake from the historical projection.

Soviet style moon cakes, with a little golden yellow on the white pastry, are like the moon at the full moon thousands of years ago, with a little light yellow in silver white.

"... thank you." In fact, he can't remember the old snacks. In the second century, as a demon wolf, he ate the most of the enemy's flesh and blood.

After delivering the moon cakes, Klein opened the door, turned into a spirit insect and returned to the body sleeping in Yuanbao.

"You've been sleepy lately?" The creator rarely came to see Klein, but found him dozing off.

The spirit bug who was forced to work overtime raised his head from the stack of books and yawned, "most of the power is suppressing the original." He explained, "however, in order to avoid influencing the outside world through me, I am not very close to the noumenon, and I am not very clear about what happened."

That's why the creator came to Klein.

Unlike Klein, his uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics came directly from God, and he was more seriously affected.

Except when he just climbed out of the mental chaos, the creator rarely used his source material. Sometimes, he even couldn't tell whether he was the researcher of the Soviet Union or the God who created "everything".

Klein said he would think of something, but he thought of it in his heart——

"Redeem the rose".

Chapter Text

Klein didn't count the time he came here.

But it must have been a long time since he and Medici became good brothers who could hook up with each other, until Amun gradually became the bad little crow Klein knew, and until Klein spent more time in this era than he did in the fifth era, for many years.

But for him in the fifth period, the years spent in the third period are meaningless.

If it can really change history, why can't Fusheng xuanhuang Tianzun meet him and become the master of mystery? He moves on him early and directly replaces him when he is promoted to a fool. Instead, he is oppressed by him and gradually loses his ability to recover from him.

But for the mysterious Angel week of the Tertiary period, all this is not meaningless.

Together with ululius, he sorted out the literature, fought side by side with Medici, traveled to the country of the night with Adam, teased Amun, listed the jokes of odero, celebrated Mass with osekus, discussed all kinds of knowledge with herabergen, worked overtime with salier, and buried his head in the research room with the Creator

There are countless such daily.

It turned out that in that glorious era, angels also lived in this world like all sentient beings.

They are truly "alive".

So Klein, who knows the future, wants to close his eyes.

As ululius often did, he had to close his eyes in the face of a future he didn't want to see.

The river of destiny flows forward all the time, not shaken by anyone's will.

"The gospel of love is spilled on the world..." Klein whispered, gradually slowing down. "May the glory of the Lord last forever."

The believers at the bottom closed their eyes and prayed quietly.

The mysterious angel returned to seclusion and disappeared on the pulpit.

In fact, he didn't usually do it, but the work of osekus or ululius, but Klein was suddenly curious today, so he took over the work. But he really felt that he was too powerful and decided not to do it again.

Ululius looked at Klein, who appeared again in the literature room, and handed Klein the picture in his hand.

The picture shows a group of angel kings eating happily around the hot pot.

Medici is fighting with Klein with chopsticks to try to grab a piece of potato, and the potato they are fighting for is in herabergen's hand. The rest of the missing potatoes are cheated by Adam, who is feeding Amun potatoes. Ululius prefers to eat spinach and doesn't rob anyone. Leo dro swept all kinds of meat and vegetables in the hot pot, and osekus silently made a fire to heat the hot pot. The creator sat and watched them eat, while enjoying the small stove opened by othekus.

Klein stared at the picture for a while.

He suddenly remembered a very distant memory, from the memory of a young man named Zhou Mingrui in the old city. Every time he went back to his hometown at that time, people gathered at such a large table to eat. No matter what kind of grudges these relatives have, they are kind at the dinner table and no one will speak ill of the elderly.

Klein subconsciously counted the man on the painting with his finger, and some untimely ideas came out of his mind.

Maybe this picture should be named——

Sasriel is working overtime.

"Can you give it to me?" Klein asked.

Ululius nodded silently and stuffed the painting into Klein's arms. "It's for you."

He closed his eyes and stopped looking at Klein.

"You've been more and more silent lately." Klein said.

"I see dark clouds coming." Ulolius answered him, "Zhou, you are not a spectator of this era..."

"But I don't belong to this era." Klein, connect.

His spiritual intuition was suddenly touched, as if something was calling for help.

In the spirit world.

Klein thought of Fugen's dog and seven lights.

He immediately opened the door according to the location of the spirit bug, but it seemed that some force distorted his landing point, so that he did not directly transmit it to the location of Fugen's dog, but was a little far away.

Night fell in the spirit world, and the secret power covered up the whereabouts of those who wreaked havoc here.

But everything points to an existence whose life and death are uncertain - freguera, the demon wolf of destruction!

Klein felt that the familiar breath had passed through this place. He suspected that it might be Antigonus and his sister "mother of heaven".

Then it's not hard to guess their intention to find Fugen's dog.

Freguerra must be temporarily unable to fight against the night because of the fall of the bit, nor can she continue to rise in the way of the night, and she is determined to devour Antigonus and forcibly jump the way. Antigonus, Klein could not guess what he thought, but it was undoubtedly related to his way.

Maybe the canes can find the destruction.

Klein thought of this long string of things, but his men were not slow. He expelled the secrets here with his own authority and saved the dogs of Fugen.

Despite his intention to pursue, the condition of the Fugen dog did not allow him to continue to pursue.

Klein took out his life stick from the "future" projection. He found the life walking stick in his hand very vague, but stable.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to take anything out of the "future" projection, because the "future" is uncertain. But now that he can take out his life walking stick, it shows that his future has indeed happened.

In other words, he did return to Klein Moretti's past, not parallel time and space.

The originator has long fled, and only the spirit world is still in chaos because of this matter.

Klein reluctantly appeased the Fugen dogs and sent a spirit worm to report to the goddess. He believed that with the information he provided, the goddess had a way to find freguera and destroy his recovery plan.

With the foreseeable future and unchangeable history, Klein thought of the creator and Adam.

"Redeeming the rose" must happen?

He thought of Medici, who reported the war to the creator in high spirits every time, of osekus, who even angels prayed to the creator every day, and of ulus, who closed his eyes.

They will go their separate ways and become enemies.

Klein felt as if something was licking his leg.

He looked down, and the Fugen dogs rolled into a ball in his tentacles, expressing his gratitude in his own way.

So he laughed and touched the loyal dogs.

Anyway, without him, these Fugen dogs might have died here.

His existence in the Tertiary period is necessary.

Maybe later they were so friendly to themselves because he saved them?

After dealing with the problem of Fugen's dog, Klein returned to the literature room. Ululius did not bite his tail in the corner. Instead, medic sat arrogantly reading with his legs crossed.

"You can clean it up anyway." Klein complained that his tentacles moved to categorize Medici's books.

Medici glanced at Klein. "Sasriel said he wanted us to go to the giant court to discuss something."

Chapter Text

This is the first time Klein has faced saslear, who is dealing with business.

He sat at the head of the long table, waiting like the creator for the arrival of the kings of angels. Dusk came in through the window and shed some dim orange light. The shadow shrouded the deepest part of the room, making people unable to see the face of the "dark angel" with black hair and shoulders.

When Medici and Klein came here, saslear cast his eyes on Klein.

"Secret." He called Klein, "you can sit opposite me."

So Klein sat at the other end of the long table, facing saslear from afar.

Medici seemed a little surprised by saslear's decision. He skillfully opened a chair across Klein's seat and sat down. The three angels of wind, white and wisdom also sat in their positions early. There was still a space on the right hand side of saslear, and Klein could feel the secret residue of power on it. He guessed that the goddess might have come early. The row of seats on the right are all empty, perhaps for some outsiders.

Obviously, this kind of meeting is not the first time, but Klein attended it for the first time.

He noticed that the position of ululius was empty.

"The polymerization instinct is far more than I imagined..." saslear told them. "Within a year, another I will lose control of the polymerization instinct and become 'God'. If I really revive the original in me, it will bring great disaster."

His voice was very low, with a heavy mistiness and fatigue.

a year?

Klein was in a trance.

How long has he lived in this era?

Othekus's voice sounded, and he urgently asked saslil, "didn't you say there were more than ten years left last time?"

The light brightened because of osekus's excitement dissipated some of the shadows in the room. The blurred face of the Deputy king of heaven, known as God's left hand, became clearer, and Klein could see his eyes without sexual brilliance. It was dark and deep, as if no light could escape from his eyes.

Leodero frowned and said to othekus, "the vice king must have another way to find us here. He won't talk casually."

A long silence.

"Secret, I hope you can help me. If the plan fails, please suppress the original." "I don't think it's against your principles," saslear finally said to Klein

His tone was very polite to Klein, as if facing a similar existence.

There was a trace of disbelief in the eyes of several angels present. They didn't seem to believe that the angel who served the LORD with them could be equal to the Lord. Only Medici, who was often with Klein, was not surprised. He had long noticed Klein's ability to other ways he didn't deliberately hide. He was thinking about another problem.

"I will." Klein said, "in return for taking care of me here... I'm sorry I can't help you."

Saslear shook his head. Just as the creator did not ask Klein about his future, he did not continue to ask Klein about this sentence.

He looked around the palace. Herabergen huddled quietly in his seat and made a serious silence. Othekus looked at him anxiously, as if he would pray the next moment. Leodro looked at Klein suspiciously, as if wondering why Klein was always shocked by his thunder when he was so high.

The Lord's half body said, "my plan is --"

"Kill me."

After the meeting.

Medici stood in front of Klein.

"Are you from the future?" He asked.

Klein nodded.

"The Lord failed?"

Klein hesitated.

"Why, can't you say?"

Klein was silent.

"Tut, it's boring."

Medici didn't ask any more questions. He rubbed his cropped hair impatiently and left Klein with a natural and unrestrained figure to leave.

And ululius quietly appeared behind Klein. He looked at the mysterious Lord and opened his mouth.

"Say what you want." Klein said to him.

"That plan is your proposal." Ulolius said yes.

The calm and mysterious Lord suddenly smiled at him, "yes." "Because that's history," Klein said

Ululius watched him quietly, with an expression waiting for Klein to say the following.

After a while, Klein whispered, "he and I tried many other ways, but they didn't work..."

During these days, the angels were very nervous and depressed. The creator took time out of his busy schedule to lose a task to Klein.

Find something interesting to relax them.

Klein is a little worried.

He can't take Russell's credit to develop those "toys", such as poker, but he can't create any games for him.

Then this strange sadness made Medici, who didn't talk to him much these two days, look down.

"What can you worry more about than the Lord?"

It's what you're doing. Klein's stomach. But he thought that Medici probably didn't have any good ideas, so he planned to fool him with something at random, so as not to be laughed at by Medici because he couldn't think of a game.

But because Klein consciously let himself express his emotions on his face in order to maintain human nature after he arrived at this time and space, Medici suddenly found that he wanted to lie.

"Don't prevaricate me." He said.

Lies... Truth

Klein thought subconsciously.

A strange activity emerged from the depths of his memory.

Truth or Dare!

"I don't think I have to worry." He said, "I have a way!"

Although the king of angels has many secrets and can't tell the truth, it's OK to take a big adventure. Anyway, no one will know that the angel who just forced graman to preach outside jumped frog in the house.

Klein excitedly gave Medici a bear hug, and then happily reported the idea to the creator.

Medici: what happened? What's Zhou smoking again?

The creator thought Klein had a good idea.

"... would you like to come too?" Klein asked, "there's not much time left for you. Whether it's successful or not, it's hard to reproduce this gathering."

The creator dressed up as father Jintong with black hair thought for a while, and finally chose to agree.

He can still spare a few hours of free time.

Therefore, it is very rare for the creator and the angels under his seat to gather together.

Chapter Text

Klein came up with the idea of truth adventure, mainly because their mythical creatures really don't have any human games to play, and they can't copy what future villagers want to do.

So, why didn't Russell copy everything else at the beginning? Modern games that don't use the Internet copy so completely?!

Klein was furious.

If he goes back, he must beat Huang Tao up.

(a black emperor who was accompanying his daughter in the sixth period suddenly sneezed and muttered: "Zhou Mingrui is not thinking about how to pit me again?"

Klein felt out a nine sided die and a dozen cards.

"After discussing with the Lord, I decided to let saslear be the host. The rules of the game are very simple. When the dice roll the same number of points as himself, he will be 'punished'. Saslear will randomly select one from the card, and the content written on it is the 'big adventure' to be done or the 'truth' to be answered. Rest assured, there is no harm." He said so. "There is also no special ability to interfere with dice and cards. There should be no problem."

This made it difficult for an angel.

"I will try my best to restrain my thoughts and avoid my ability from unconsciously affecting the dice." Ululius said seriously, "but the way of fate is characterized by exceptional luck, which is instinct."

Klein shook his head and said it wasn't a big problem.

Then his eyes glanced at Amun and found the dark haired God staring at the dice with interest. He noticed that Klein was looking at him and smiled innocuously at Klein. "I won't steal the dice. After all, it has to be used for games, won't it?"

Everyone present (perhaps excluding the creator, sasriel and Adam) expressed doubts about Amun's words.

Amun spread his hand. "Even if I wanted to, my father wouldn't let me do that."

Now the ball is kicked to the creator.

In fact, Klein has long felt that this hairy fellow can do no less than Amun, so he has no doubt about what points will be rolled on the final dice, which is the result of competition among many parties.

But it's not a big problem.

When extraordinary people play games, they are always a little wilder than ordinary people.

A group of king of angels and two old days to play truth adventure, of course, more wild.

The king of the nine angels and the creator sit in a circle. Starting from the creator, they are Adam, Amun, herabergen, osekus, leodro, ululius, Medici and Klein, each corresponding to a number from one to nine. Klein and the creator, left and right, sandwiched saslear as the host.

The game begins.

At the moment when saslear rolled the dice, Klein felt that fate was touched. He quickly put some interference on ululius, so that his passivity could not act on the dice for a short time.

The moment the dice stopped, it was inadvertently turned over by the wind.

The number changed from 6 to 8.

Holding the number 8 card, Medici stared at the dice for a while, then looked at the wind Angel sitting upright and calm.

He noticed that neither the Lord nor Klein responded.

Then he raised his eyebrows and held out his hand to salier. "Why don't I smoke myself?"

Saslear had no objection. He handed the card to medic. These cards were encrypted by Klein, and no one could easily read them.

Medici took one at random.

The card turned to ashes and a line of handwriting appeared in front of the crowd.

"Please perform the jumping ring."

Medici looked at the card and looked at the expectant Klein. He suddenly had an impulse to beat everyone present.

In particular, the creator seems to be interested.

Ululius, beside him, had empty eyes and pretended that he saw nothing.

Damn it, a red angel, jumping in a fire circle like an animal, juggling is nothing.

But in action, Medici was willing to admit defeat. He snapped his fingers, a row of fire circles emerged in the air, and then jumped. His red hair rubbed against the edge of the fire circle, as if it were also a fire burning on it.

Soon, applause broke out, starting from the creator and Klein, and spread to all the king of angels, including ululius, who were gently tapping the ground with the tip of their tail.

However, Medici only read one sentence from Klein's perfunctory applause and expression - "Hunter way, very handsome".

As the first "lucky man" to eat crabs, madichton times was reassured.

So when the dice landed on the ground for the second time, it collided with the floor to produce a spark, so it jumped twice, and saw that the number on it would become 3, but in the blink of an eye, it found that the number was actually 6.

"It's a pity." Amun pushed the monocle. "I'm curious about what's in Zhou's pile of cards."

Opposite the corner of Amun's mouth was Leo dro, who was obviously unhappy.

Because the unlucky guy himself didn't ask, sasriel didn't let him draw a card this time, but drew one by himself.

"Women's wear."

The card swore so solemnly.

Leodero's face darkened again.

"There are no clothes available here." He tried to make a senseless struggle.

At this time, the very considerate Klein took out three sets of clothes for him to choose from.

One set includes a hair hoop similar to a rabbit's ear, a bra Jumpsuit with a bow, black mesh socks, and a pair of high heels. There is no doubt that this is a "rabbit girl". The other set is quite cool navel tight suspenders with miniskirts. Only the last one is a nun's dress that looks like it can be covered tightly.

Maybe the first two sets of women's clothes are a little too advanced for the king of angels.

"The one with rabbit ears looks good." Herabergen tried to put the suit on Leo dro with his eyes.

Amun seems to be more interested in the middle set. He gestured at leodro about the suit and tried to steal it directly from leodro.

Luckily, he stole it.

Suddenly, the streaking wind Angel blushed. He glared at herabergen fiercely and resolutely grabbed the nun's clothes from Klein and put them on.

This black-and-white nun's dress is not much different from Leo dro's robe, except that it is small in volume and appears a little tight on the body. Then he put on the matching headscarf and ignored his face. At first glance, he did look like a well built nun.

At the moment when he changed, as if he had pressed a switch, the whole room was full of happy laughter.

All the people present were the Red Angel who laughed the most arrogant. Even he laughed up and down. It seemed that he had some acting elements.

Leo dro was holding back his anger and decisively gave medic a thunder.

Medici narrowly escaped the thunder. He narrowed his eyes and sneered, "the wind angel is such a guy who can't afford to lose."

Klein took out a pile of melon seeds, and he stuffed some for ululius and the creator. The creator handed the melon seeds to saslil. Amun stole some from Klein and gave Adam a share. Ululius kindly divided part of his melon seeds to herabergen and osekus.

A group of people sat there eating melon seeds and watching the fighting between wind and fire.

The creator also clapped his hands.

Next to susriel, Mo had to peel melon seeds for the creator emotionally.

"Very nice."

The creator came to a conclusion.

"But Leo dro, it's time for you to shave. It looks better."

After listening to the words of the creator, Leo dro, who couldn't beat medic, suddenly felt very boring.

In other words, he seems a little autistic.

Chapter Text

Leodro here is still autistic, and there has entered the next link.

Sasriel picked up the dice again.

Amun wanted to do something again. Adam didn't stop it this time. Klein looked at the creator. The creator was staring at leodro and thinking.

Yes, leodro seems to have forgotten to take off her dress. This led to herabergen always peeking at him next to him. As for othekus, he was looking at people openly. In short, the face of the wind angel is getting redder and redder. It looks like a cooked crab. But it's not ashamed, it's angry.

As soon as Klein's eyes turned to leodro with the creator, he found that a big war was about to start again, so he resolutely and quietly cancelled the historical projection of women's clothing - at the cost of leodro almost running naked.

He glared at the mysterious angel.

Klein looked innocent, as if Amun had just finished his prank.

The dice landed again.

The number 9 is up.

Klein doesn't believe that Amun didn't move here. But the creator himself interfered with him, and he had no way to do so.

So Klein accepted his fate and drew a card from saslear's hand with his eyes closed.

His hand trembled when he saw the contents of the card.

Klein had an impulse to blow himself over.

Please cook a small piece of meat in your mythical biological form.

"You can't live if you do evil." Klein mocked himself in Chinese in a low voice. He had secret power anyway, and he was not afraid of being heard.

As the only one who could hear, the Soviet man-made owner who had been to China to exchange and study tried to recall the Chinese he had just learned. Sadly, he found that he seemed to be unable to learn and could only understand the second half of the sentence. But I can barely guess what Klein is talking about.

"Lift a stone and hit yourself in the foot." The creator smiled and said to Klein.

"This big adventure is very suitable for Zhou." Adam mended the knife, and he was smiling, but there was no temperature.

Klein read from his smile that the dice would roll to 9, which was inseparable from Adam.

Another entry was made for Adam in the secret Lord's blacklist notebook.

"What would it taste like?" Medici was curious.

Klein's face darkened for a moment, and then his eyes answered him blankly, "chicken, crunchy."

Medici:?

It's impossible for everyone to eat the tentacles of the Lord of mysteries. After all, don't eat. Even if you just look directly at the body of the Lord of mysteries, you'll be crazy.

Klein still remembers the door he just started to set up. He took out a pile of flesh and blood magic kneaded transparent worms like star worms and put them into the pot.

It's still painful to cut off the thread of the spirit body. Even Klein, the Lord of mysteries, could not escape the pain, but he didn't show it on his face.

At this time, he even had idle thoughts: when he was with Amun in the abandoned place, Amun was surprised to see him gnawing at himself. Instead, he asked him with a smile how it tasted. Was it because he saw the mysterious Angel performing and eating himself?

Soon, braised star worm came out of the pot.

The star worm has one for each person, and the creator is lucky to have one tentacle.

Including Klein himself, there's one in the bowl.

Anyway, it doesn't contain any special characteristics or pollution. It's OK to eat it as ordinary meat. Klein comforted himself and took a bite. Well, it's good. The sugar color is fried very well, and the taste is full marks. It seems that he hasn't cooked for a long time and his craft hasn't regressed.

"It's not chicken or crisp." Ululius made a sincere evaluation of the child.

"Delicious." Medici simply expressed his love for delicious food.

Leo dro is chewing the star bug to vent his anger.

Herabergen wanted to study the idea, but osekus put the bowl on his face and made him feel stuffy.

Amun curiously pinched the star worm... And burst the pulp. Even the single lens was stained with a little unknown liquid.

Adam looked at Amun with the starworm paste on his face and sighed. He took out an imaginary handkerchief to wipe Amun's face.

As for the handkerchief after wiping his face, it was pointed by Medici and burned to ashes.

The happy food link is over, and it's time for the next bad luck.

There is no doubt that this unlucky guy is Amun.

The bear kid offended the whole circle. It's unreasonable not to pay a price.

Even the creator acquiesced in this matter.

So the dice turned to 3 very obediently.

Klein looked expectantly at susriel.

Let him see what he will draw out!

Golden Legend!

……

In fact, there is no golden legend. Saslear took a look and began to read the words on the card.

"Experience human childbirth."

Fate!

Knowing that Klein's eyes were wet in the future, Klein felt something was wrong. Klein remembered that he didn't add this card at all.

So why did this thing appear!

The spirit insect shouted in his mind, then knocked on the gate of the source castle and angrily went in to ask what the ontology thought.

Body: Zzzz

The spirit bug on duty told him that noumenon handed over the card writing to arodes.

OK, the truth comes out.

Klein took out the seal related to the fallen Mother God.

Susriel took the seal.

The creator thinks this thing is too polluted.

Adam refused instead of Amun.

Klein felt the veins on his forehead jumping.

This is Dad!

After a flurry of confusion, the contents of the card were rejected.

Although Amun himself seems quite eager to try.

But judging from the way he looked around, he thought he wanted to put the child on other unlucky people at random. The most likely is osekus.

After all, he's more guaranteed to beat osekus.

Then there are some messy games, such as turning people into frogs, trying the famous canned wolf fish, and listening to an unknown song. The canned wolf fish was unanimously rejected by all the angels with keen senses. As for an unknown song, it was very destructive to most angels, but the creator said he still appreciated this style.

Klein was untimely reminded of the nonsense of the real creator.

It turns out that the villagers are really good at this mouth.

It's called truth adventure, but there's no truth link. What's more, it's the eve of the "betrayal banquet" in Klein's memory. He thinks it's too ironic to engage in truth. But only the truth of big adventure, big adventure is also good. Mythical creatures spend more time than ordinary humans.

After a game, it can be said that guests and hosts enjoy each other.

The king of angels had gone, and there were only Klein and two creators in the room, including salier.

Klein looked at the creator.

The creator shrugged his shoulders without image and indifference.

He knows.

He knew the end of the future from Klein's attitude.

It's just that he won't change his plan.

He will not fear.

The creator asked Klein for a cigarette.

"Zhou, have you ever been to the Soviet Union in your past?" He took a puff of smoke, and then spit out a gray fog. "This smoke is good, but it tastes a little lighter. It's different from me at that time."

Klein shook his head. "I haven't been there and I don't have a chance to go."

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"When any thought goes to extremes, it is almost doomed."

The two old days sat face to face, and no one continued to talk.

Saslear was hidden in the dark as if he didn't exist.

White smoke rises from the cigarette end, diffuses, and then slowly fills the space. Crane looked through the smoke, the creator's golden black hair became blurred and hazy, and his golden eyes seemed to be full of feelings called nostalgia.

"What color was your hair before?" Klein asked suddenly.

"Gold." The creator replied, "it's shallower than this one. It's almost white in the sun." He pointed to his eyes. "Before, the eyes were blue and very light blue. What about Zhou?"

Klein pointed to his present face. "The ability of faceless people is very easy to use. It's no worse than before."

The creator flicked the cigarette end and a little dust came down. He pressed out the cigarette with only the cigarette holder on the ground and pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box. A little light fell on the cigarette end, and the end of the new cigarette lit up a little red again.

"That's pretty good." The creator said, "I have to face this unfamiliar face every day."

Klein shook his head. "If you like, you can do the ability of audience access - did you smoke so much before?"

"I'm a little addicted to smoking." The creator held a cigarette in his mouth. "Smoking is not allowed in the experimental area. He will smoke a lot occasionally."

He turned and looked out.

Klein looked down his eyes and found a window on the wall over there at some point.

"I don't have many memories of the past. What impresses me most is that I liked to look out by the window when I was young. The snow scenery in my hometown is very beautiful." He said.

Relying on his few modern memories, Klein judged that the creator used to be the wealthier class in the Soviet Union, whether it was the window or the scenery outside. He didn't say anything about it. When one remembers the past, it's better not to interrupt at will.

The creator took out the third cigarette.

"How was China at that time?" He asked.

"The extreme part of thought will be destroyed, but thought itself cannot be destroyed." Klein blandly drew a just right smile. "Someone will always take it and pass it on, and will find a better way."

"But if you don't try, how can you be 100% sure that this direction is wrong." The creator said that he took a puff of smoke and exhaled a gray breath. "Then, if the facts prove my mistake, will you tell him today's dialogue?"

Klein glanced at the creator. The same pair of golden eyes as Adam were watching him quietly.

"I will." Klein said.

The third cigarette was extinguished.

The window whose frame was covered with snow disappeared.

The history of smoke is projected into time. Both the ash on the ground and the smoke in the air disappeared.

The illusion of nostalgia also disappeared.

The figure of the creator faded away in this room.

Come out of the shadow.

He said.

If I become God, kill me.

Remember to leave a shadow in the giant king's court. I want to stay here forever.

"As creator?" Klein asked.

Saslear rarely denied it.

"No, as the vice king of the Lord. This is my job and my responsibility."

"... I see."

At the gate of the official launch of the plan to save the rose, Klein was extremely idle. He almost completely read the classics collected by the creator and sorted them out one by one.

As for the established future, Klein cannot intervene, nor can he intervene.

He is not even part of the redemption of the rose in a sense.

After the creator made a plan to redeem the rose, he refused all Klein's help.

Dean always takes out his walking stick to heal his injury and asks him to come back impolitely. Klein is very dissatisfied with Medici's behavior of using the mysterious Lord as a mobile therapeutic instrument.

"Where the hell have you been?" Klein used his wound transfer ability to transfer all the wounds on medic's body to his arm. "Ordinary sequence one can't beat you like this."

"Hiss -" the pain of multiple severe wounds made Medici instinctively gasp. He had no doubt that Klein was retaliating against him. "Didn't the night tell you that he made a deal with the Lord, and we need to find the mother of heaven and give it to him as a chip."

"Even if it's hard to find, mother of heaven can't hurt you so badly." Klein said.

"It's a pity that mother of heaven stayed with freguera for a long time. He used a lot of items and traps left by freguera." After Medici was cured, he changed his sitting posture from sitting upright to tilting his feet on the table.

Klein knocked the life walking stick on the table, and the wooden table soon grew branches and green leaves, leaving Medici no comfortable place to rest his feet.

Medici rolled his eyes at it.

"If you're bored, go to ululius." He said, "he has more in common with you."

Klein used the life stick again. He hastened a seed in Medici's hair.

The Red Angel touched his hair and pulled out a small red flower from it.

"It goes well with you." Klein left this sentence and ran away immediately.

He doesn't want to be chased ten blocks by the Red Angel.

This will remind him of the scene in which the picture of shouting "help, kill" was recorded and played repeatedly by a boring red evil spirit.

But how could Medici have a way to record the extraordinary items of the officer's ability? It seems that some spells specially made without side effects——

Klein thought of this and suddenly his pupils shook.

Some time ago, in order to record the pictures of truth and adventure, he made a batch of spells and sent some to everyone present.

That's why I'm the culprit?!

Filled with regret, Klein opened the door to ululius and conveniently lifted the historical projection of the walking stick of life. Unfortunately, this seal is not very high. It is always forced by the secret Lord to heal the angelic existence.

Ululius is in the form of mythical creatures coiled into a ball and growing mushrooms in the corner. He raised his eyelids, saw it was Klein, and closed his eyes again.

Klein thought this corner was good, and he decisively turned into a part of mythical biological form, serving mushrooms with ululius.

Behind them are magnificent murals, starting from the creator's appearance on this land, to his acceptance of the king of angels, to the glory of the Lord over this land, the birth of the son of God, and finally to the redemption of roses.

"Bang."

The gate here was pushed open.

Medici walked in with great strides.

The two mushrooms woke up looked at him blankly.

Medici was just about to say something when he was attracted by the mural.

He saw the last one carefully from the first one.

Then he asked ululius a question.

"Why is there no Zhou on the painting?"

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Ulolius did not answer Medici, but Klein opened his mouth.

"I was a non staff member." He shrugged. "And even if I did, I wouldn't see it when I came here in a thousand years." Klein looked up at the magnificent mural. "The wind and sand will erode the painting and make its color dim, so that we can't even see the body shape and face in the portrait."

"Since I can't recognize it, there aren't many more of you." Medici patted the snake scale of ululius. "Add Zhou, I don't think I should lose him."

Ululius looked at Medici in surprise, but he didn't object to his friend's words. He turned back to human form and lifted his brush.

Klein wanted to say something, but Medici made a silent move to him. "Under the seat of the creator is the king of nine angels. That's what the Scripture says, isn't it? You can't cheat at this time."

The Red Angel looked down at Klein, his red hair hanging from both sides of his ear.

Klein blinked.

Medici's hair seems to be growing again.

Obviously, the other party also noticed this. He gathered his hair around his ear and said, "next time I have a chance to cut my hair."

"OK." Klein nodded.

If you say so, this time, but not next time.

A spirit insect was sitting in the kingdom of God at night drinking tea when he suddenly overturned the tea cup. Amanice Sith was behind the mask, staring at him with eyes as silent as night. Klein smiled apologetically at him.

"God is dead."

The night goddess closed her eyes.

"Yes." He answered softly.

Klein took two cans of coke from the historical projection and handed one to amanisis. He took a gulp of coke and belched with a carbonic acid smell.

"He's dead." He said.

"Yes." Amanisis took the coke, took a gulp, and then coughed as if she had suddenly choked.

"I see, I record." Klein used the power of the recorder to cast the shadow of the eternal dark river on amanisis, calming him out of control.

The mysterious Angel stood at the door of the giant king's court. His dark wings were the same as those of the dark angel sasriel, which could also be regarded as the legacy of the "friend".

"I'll give you the last ride." He said.

"Week." Saslear spoke.

Many brass eyes appeared on him.

The Lord of mystery raised his hand.

The smell of "Yuanbao" emerged from him.

"Goodbye, my friend." Zhou Mingrui whispered.

"Goodbye."

The brass eyes closed.

The smell of "depravity" quieted down in the palace.

The shadow fell asleep.

The flow direction of the river of destiny is never changed by anyone's will.

Urolius once said so.

The embarrassed war Angel wiped the blood off his face. He spat and spit a mass of contaminated viscera into the ground.

He hasn't been so badly hurt for a long time since he followed the creator.

But he is still powerless.

The flow direction of the river of destiny is never changed by anyone's will.

He had never hated it so much.

The integration after division was not smooth.

The spirit of God exists in every fragment and will not be lost due to division.

"Depravity" falls on the broken old body.

Everyone knows that even if you stand up again, it will be a real "new life".

The rebirth of God.

So the newborn body was torn apart by the blade of the night.

The first to escape was the wise angel.

He took away the uniqueness of the white tower, or "swallowed" it eagerly at the moment he got it. Herabergen's fusion with uniqueness is so rapid and natural that people can't help wondering whether he was prepared.

No one can catch a piece of his clothes in time.

Next is the wind angel who yearns for power.

He pocketed the uniqueness of "belonging to him". The thunder that used to belong to the Lord now belongs to him at last. Leo dro didn't have much resistance to this matter. When the plan fails, what he does is just a stop loss.

Finally, the pure white angel silently put away the uniqueness left.

Doubts appeared on his young face. He held out his hand and caught nothing. Only the fragmented body slowly turned into a curse of some kind of pollution on the ground. So othekus raised his hands and prayed habitually - "praise the sun!"

The silver pupils hide behind the eyelids and don't want to look at any scene. But the blood still flowed down the gap between the eyes and fell to the ground.

The angel of fate spied on the fate that should not be spied on.

His eyes were fixed on the sequence.

The brush fell to the ground and folded in half.

On the portrait, the appearance of the mysterious Angel gradually disappeared, became transparent and unstable.

Ululius opened his eyes and looked at the unfinished mural. Blood ran across his cheeks and dripped to the ground.

This picture won't be finished one day.

Amun stood by Adam, who was asleep.

He is used to being restless, and now he is quite patient. The worm of time fell from his face and hands, climbed wantonly on Adam and pulled his robe.

Amun held his cheek and looked bored around Adam's face.

Adam woke up before he made any excessive decision. The golden eyes are sharper than before, like cold metal.

"The Secret Angel is gone." Amun said to him.

"I know." Adam replied, "father failed."

Amun was stunned for a moment, and then smiled heartlessly. "Yes, it's a pity to fail. So what should we do now?"

He waited for Adam's answer, but there was no answer.

Maybe no answer is the answer.

The uniqueness of "error" righted the monocle and soon disappeared in place.

The chaotic sea lost its control, and pollution flowed out of the gap in space, taking over this once glorious land together with God's curse. The endless night enveloped here and swallowed up countless city states here. The shadow of death hides behind the last light, waiting to harvest the fallen soul.

The creator abandoned his people.

The sun set.

Klein had a hunch.

The pointer of the fate dial no longer turned on him, constantly suggesting that he was about to reach the end of this wonderful journey.

Carrying a lantern, he walked through the land of the past suddenly shrouded in despair.

A flame lit up the way forward.

Klein smelled blood.

The Red Angel pushed aside the darkness and came to him.

He looked rather tired.

Dark red eyes no longer have light that can jump.

He said.

"I want to hear the truth."

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"What truth do you want to hear from me?"

The Red Angel's head passed a little sideways, and the shadow of long hair covered part of his face.

"I don't want to hear the truth."

He said.

Klein sighed.

The sigh was like a signal, like something that Medici thought was too absurd to happen, or a default answer.

The flame burned again in those dark red eyes. The fist reached Klein before the words. But the anger only hit a piece of wood. Klein's face was twisted by a punch, and soon the illusion turned into an entity. A secret puppet pinched out at will was scrapped. The piece of wood used as a cover quickly turned red and then turned into ashes.

Medici frowned and looked around.

Klein appeared behind him. He was still holding the not very bright lantern, standing in the dark and staring at Medici.

It was a flaming sword that greeted him.

As before, Klein's vision was distorted by the fire and turned into charred wood.

The attack of the giant sword did not decrease, but only twisted one direction and cut diagonally in front.

Snap your fingers.

Klein jumped out of the flame and stepped steadily on Medici's sword.

"Oh -" the angel of war took back his sword. "Aren't you very eloquent on weekdays? Why can't you say a word of nonsense at this time. It's like a woman."

"My answer is not what you want to hear." Klein said that his eyes were dark and dark, and neither the light of the lantern nor the flame on the sword could make some of it bright. "Besides, I don't believe you don't know the truth, so why must you hear it from me."

Medici expressed his thoughts with his fist, which hit Klein firmly this time. But Medici felt like he was hitting something unspeakable, greasy, cold, but elastic.

Instinctive fear forced him to close his eyes.

"Why, are you also a master?" He breathed hard and squeezed a mockery out of his teeth.

Whether Medici could see it or not, Klein shook his head.

"I'm not. I've never been."

Cheer up again and again. The strength of his fist was removed, and Medici, who was already seriously injured, staggered two steps and fell to the ground with his eyes closed. Klein held out his hand and blood flowed down the fingers of his hand.

Medici just opened his mouth, but there was no sound. Only a large amount of blood foam came out.

Crane half knelt on the ground and looked at him.

"Cough... Are those you talked to me before your secret puppets?" Medici spits out the excess blood foam and asks Klein.

"Yes." The Lord of mystery nodded, "but not now."

"You also betrayed him. No, you never believed in him. Ha, who would have thought that the angel under the creator's seat would be an existence beyond the true God?" Medici again grasped the long sword that fell to the ground. He propped himself up, and when he saw that Klein was going to help him, he leaned over and dodged. "The first sequence is not so hurt that he will die."

He stroked his blood tangled hair, stood up, took a step opposite Klein, and then passed him.

Klein turned to look at Medici's back. He dragged his huge sword and walked slowly into the darkness step by step.

"Is your body waking up from a deep sleep?" Amanisis asked the spirit bug sitting opposite him.

"Yes. For the time being, I have suppressed the Heavenly Master. He can't threaten me for a while and a half." "But there's still some finishing work. Although I don't belong to this era, there's always something I can't let go of," Klein said

"To them, you are no different from a 'traitor'." He said.

Klein was silent.

"Even if you spell it back, he won't come back." Klein said to ululius.

The mercury snake stared at Klein and vomited the letter.

After the plan to redeem the rose ended, he left the creator's Kingdom and hid in a hidden tower.

This is not the fate he can intervene in.

Ululius took away the remains of saslil that Klein had given him.

The last remaining part of the creator's humanity merged with the power of depravity and became a dark baby. He had only one eye in the middle of his forehead. Although he is still asleep because of his weakness, he is still radiating out with the madness of pollution.

"Is this the future you know?" He asked.

Klein took a deep breath and answered him.

"What I know about the future is that there is no redemption for the rose."

"Well, goodbye." Amanisis said to Klein.

"See you in the future." Klein said.

The mystery enveloped him and wiped Klein off like an eraser.

The secret angel disappeared.

Klein's body was now looking at each other with ululius.

In the face of time, no matter how powerful they are, they will show a decline of powerlessness.

After a long silence, ululius spoke first.

"Your destiny is still incomplete."

Klein was stunned.

"What?" He inquired suspiciously.

But before the words fell, he had disappeared in front of ululius.

Instead of him, Medici was knocked unconscious by Klein's sleeping spell.

Ululius checked the injury of the other side and found that it had been controlled.

On the noisy street, a shadow slowly changed from shallow to deep, and finally became an entity.

People walking back and forth seem unaware of this, but they naturally avoid where they are.

"Ah?"

Klein looked at the very distinctive buildings around him and made a confused sound.

The exaggerated asymmetric style of the house severely polluted his eyes and let Klein know what era he was in.

It was carefully studied by Klein——

the quaternary period.

"Huh?"

Bethel Abraham was supposed to take his younger generation out for a walk today, but he noticed the disharmony in the streets.

He felt a strong instinct for sequence aggregation.

Just at this time, Klein also noticed that there seemed to be a "familiar old friend" nearby. He felt the uniqueness of the "Apprentice" who had always been very calm beating on him.

The two men's eyes collided.

Klein froze.

Klein suddenly woke up from his confusion.

Klein wanted to shout.

He tried to resist the urge to run if he wanted to.

"Unfortunately, I seem to have seen a familiar friend. Please walk by yourself first."

Klein saw Bethel Abraham patting his younger generation on the shoulder and coming towards himself.

"I wonder if you want to make friends with me?"

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第一卷 咸鱼天使，混吃等活
第一章 不要随便捡路上的天使
克莱恩一头扎进了命运的旋涡。

当他醒来时，仿佛以为自己身处天堂，天使洁白的羽翼和光环闪瞎了他的眼。
可惜这里不是天堂。
克莱恩发誓，他如果上了天堂，天堂里也绝对不应该出现梅迪奇和乌洛琉斯。
“你醒了。”他听见一个陌生的声音。
克莱恩从床上起身，转头看向发声者。是一个和亚当有七八分相像的神父，但是祂神情温和，笑容给人以一种舒适的暖意。

他已经知道自己在哪里了。
第三纪元。
克莱恩在出发前就被威尔嘱咐过。祂说克莱恩的命运有一定的残缺，需要动用时空之王的权柄回到过去予以补全，不然可能会导致他再次陷入不稳定的状况，最后陨落或者被天尊占据主导。
但是克莱恩也没有想到居然要到这么前面的时间点补全。
他开始为自己未来的生活担忧起来。

“我在路上捡到了你。”造物主对他说，“你昏迷不醒，我就只好先带回来。这两天都是梅迪奇和乌洛琉斯在照顾你。”
克莱恩眨了眨眼睛，假装自己什么都听不懂，一脸非常无辜的样子。他大抵是不会去相信这个能在第三纪混得风生水起老乡的鬼话的。哪里会是大发善心，分明是看见地上掉了个诡秘之主想想捡回来薅羊毛！
哼，我才不信你呢。
“如果你不知道去什么地方的话，可以留在我这里。”造物主看着顶着周明瑞长相的克莱恩，思考了一小会，补上一句话，“包吃包住。”
克莱恩，克莱恩他真香了。
大吃货帝国最无法抗拒的是什么？是饭！
包吃包住还能随便摸鱼的好工作哪里找？
“好，成交。”
他不动声色地瞥了两位站在造物主旁边熟悉的天使之王，心里开始疯狂吐槽“原来梅迪奇还有这么乖巧的时候”“乌洛琉斯你还怎么抱着画板来看我”之类的话。
“我先去准备你入职的具体事宜。”造物主轻飘飘地离去了，给克莱恩留下了俩麻烦。
克莱恩：woc开局就要和曾经的对头们相处吗？等等老乡，我什么时候说过要入职了！

造物主一走，梅迪奇本性就显露无疑，祂指着克莱恩笑得嚣张又开心，表情就像是在说：“天哪，又一个被主忽悠瘸了的傻孩子！”
“欢迎来到主的神国。”乌洛琉斯一板一眼地对他说，祂露出一个淡淡的笑容，“你是主带回来的人，可以在这里随意走动，不过有些地方会比较危险，还是在房间里待着比较好。”
目光中透露出快和我一起做个宅男的意味。
“既然你好了，”梅迪奇用力地拍了拍克莱恩的肩，重得让克莱恩以为这位战争天使想要谋杀，“以后可要好好珍惜自己那弱不禁风的小身板啊！”他笑起来，眉心红色的旌旗印记被笑容衬得熠熠生辉。
这个红天使，是克莱恩没见过的神采飞扬的样子。
“呼，终于不用每天对着一张昏迷不醒的面瘫脸了。”祂自顾自地吐槽着。
克莱恩忽然有种想揍人的冲动。
“我的耳朵不仅没坏，还很灵。”他慢悠悠地说，“我不介意把你变成昏迷不醒的面瘫脸。”
“好啊，”梅迪奇掰了掰手指，发出“啪啪”的响声，“不如来打一架吧？”
这架最后因为造物主传来的讯息而没打成。
“主说，入职事宜准备好了。”水银天使说，“我带你到主那边去。”他看了一眼梅迪奇，“主有别的任务交给你。”
“我知道了。”梅迪奇不在乎地摆了摆手，“再见咯，有趣的新同事。”

克莱恩跟着乌洛琉斯，往外面走去，他望着非常熟悉的宗教风格式建筑，不禁感慨老乡真的很会折腾，还原度很高啊。
“你的命运有很大一片空缺。”乌洛琉斯忽然开口，祂的声音变得虚无而空灵，“但是你的位格……至少不低于我，我无法在你身上窥见更多。”
“我正是因为命运的指引才来到这里的。”克莱恩回答祂，“我不敢保证我怀有善意而来，但是我保证我不抱有恶意。”
乌洛琉斯若有所思地点头，没有继续说话。

走到地点，造物主已经在那里等他了。
“你来了。”祂说，“我该如何称呼你？”
克莱恩想了想，他觉得自己最好还是不要暴露自己的身份，以免干涉历史太多。
“周。”他这么说着，配上的他的脸，是对老乡坦白的最好证据。
“……你也来自，那个故乡。”造物主注视着他，“中国？”
克莱恩点了点头。
“其实我手下几大天使各司其职，暂时也没有其他特别需要的职位，如果你有兴趣的话，不如替我整理一下以前的历史吧。存储历史资料的地方我会让乌洛琉斯带你过去，你先阅读完那些，还有不够，可以离开这里自己去寻找。我一直苦恼没有时间复原当初文明毁灭的历史。”
“如果要做别的事情，我也不会阻拦你，只要你不伤害我的子民。”
造物主说完这些，克莱恩都觉得自己没有异议。

“那么，既然要入职的话，你在我这里挂个天使的头衔，你想要什么头衔？”造物主问。
“诡秘。”克莱恩答。
造物主点了点头，“你要什么样的翅膀和光环？”
什么样的翅膀和光环……
克莱恩陷入沉思。
等等，什么翅膀？什么光环？
“不要。”勤俭节约的诡秘之主对于浮夸华丽的翅膀和光环表示拒绝。
“你们不是有句话，入乡随俗？”

克莱恩最终还是屈服了，在得到老乡“不是必需的时候不用放出来”的承诺后，老老实实装上了正经三对黑色的羽翼，以及发着暖黄光芒的光环。
看起来这一切都很符合造物主的性癖。
祂很满意。

克莱恩：总感觉这个造物主是信基督教却修习马克思主义的毛子。

第二章 咸鱼天使
虽然克莱恩在很久很久以前还是周明瑞的时候，是个学编程的纯正理科生，但是到这个世界之后，克莱恩却是修习历史的，连带融合了克莱恩记忆的他也对历史充满了热情……不可能，克莱恩对着一堆用巨人语、精灵语、@%￥#语书写的历史典籍开始头秃。
又要开始学外语了吗，克莱恩怨念地看着书上那些自己完全不认识的鬼画符，非常抓狂。
他决定找一个人陪自己一起抓狂。
呃，或许是一条蛇？
乌洛琉斯在房间里盘成一坨，然后衔住了自己的尾巴。
反正神话生物交流不一定要用嘴，大部分时候乌洛琉斯还是更喜欢自己的本体。只是当造物主在或者造物主需要祂人形出现的时候，祂会很听话地背着翅膀展现祂的人类形态。
克莱恩一边思考着造物主的xp系统为什么这么奇特，一边翻阅着那些零散杂乱的典籍。
其实他有点强迫症起来了，因为这个房间里放的典籍，真的是完全无序堆放的，完全就像一个杂物堆。
杂物堆……
忽然想起自己灰雾上那个杂物堆的克莱恩忍不住微妙了一瞬，他在心里暗咳了一声，快速地略过了之前那个想法。

乌洛琉斯虽然不是很爱说话，但却是一个不错的老师，而克莱恩则是一个有天赋的学生。在有大量书籍辅助的情况下，他只花了七八天就掌握了典籍中大部分语言。
平日里克莱恩就坐在这边的书桌一一归纳整理书籍，对比研究前两个纪元的事迹，而乌洛琉斯就站在另一边，搭了个画架画画。祂作画的内容大多与造物主有关，就像克莱恩在上个时代见过的那些宗教画作一样，有着宣扬神灵的意味。另一部分画则是祂日常生活中相处的人们，在得到克莱恩允许之后，乌洛琉斯给他也画了一幅。
梅迪奇这段时间不在，其他几位天使之王克莱恩也没有见过，造物主则似乎在为什么重大的事情做准备。
忽然来到这个完全陌生的时代，克莱恩对于补完命运的事情没有一丝一毫的想法。于是在毫无头绪的情况下，克莱恩决定当一条咸鱼，顺便研究研究怎么回去。至于威尔说的“命运补完之后会自动回归”这种话，听起来就不是很靠谱的样子。
他忽然想起，屋子里另一个天使，似乎就是和威尔一个途径的。
克莱恩面色有点古怪。他忽然想起当初和乌洛琉斯对着干的往事，再看看现在他们和平共处的场面，总有种不真实的虚幻感。
注意到克莱恩在看自己，乌洛琉斯转过头来，银白的眼瞳中透着迷茫。祂摸了摸自己秀美的脸庞，似乎无法理解克莱恩为什么用奇怪的眼神看着祂。
“关于你那天说的‘我的命运有空缺’，你还有什么想法吗？”克莱恩问。
乌洛琉斯很自然地以为克莱恩的眼神是因为这个，祂就依照这几日相处下来的习惯，像一个老师一样耐心地与克莱恩解释：“你应该特意收敛了自己的特殊，我无法看出更多。与其说看，不如说是我对于命运的敏感，如果其他人的命运像一条河流，那你的命运就像是一条首尾相接的河流。但是河流里的水并不流动，因为缺失了部分而无法循环，长期以往，可能会变成一滩死水。”
“所以你有什么建议吗？”克莱恩问。
“其实它已经在缓慢地补全了，你在这里停留的每一分每一秒，都在补完它。”乌洛琉斯说，“至于其他，我不敢过度地窥探你的命运。”
克莱恩想起当初连威尔都不敢直视他的事情，若有所思地点了点头。
既然怎样都会补完的话，他其实更倾向于不插手历史。

懂了，从今天开始，他就是造物主座下最咸鱼的天使，打打工混混饭，然后等着命运补全让自己别死在这上面就好了！
克莱恩一瞬间理解了佛尔思的咸鱼心态。
乌拉，哪个社畜不喜欢摸鱼呢？

就在克莱恩一天天摸鱼的日子中，梅迪奇意气风发地回到了这里，开始给他和乌洛琉斯倒他的故事。
大多是一些镇压叛乱的事情，看起来枯燥，只是因为梅迪奇会说，克莱恩依然听得津津有味。
他对于红天使的印象其实相当不错，虽然嘴确实很气人，但是祂总是在为自己的同时，顺便出手帮克莱恩解决掉了很多麻烦。不过对于梅迪奇开玩笑跟他说“我觉得你不应该在占卜家，而应该当个猎人”的时候，克莱恩还是非常拒绝的。
猎人那么会挑衅，恐怕他本来就是一屁股的麻烦，要变成两屁股了。
梅迪奇说完故事，忽然想起了什么，不知道从哪里掏出了一大包东西，“啪”地丢在了克莱恩面前。
“给你带了点东西。”祂说。
克莱恩凑过去看，忍不住眼角一跳。
好家伙，一堆非凡特性！
他下意识开始计算能卖出多少钱。然后想起来这边是第三纪，还没出现鲁恩金镑呢。
作为带不过来也带不回去的不属于这个时代的诡秘之主，克莱恩深沉地叹了口气。他决定让这堆东西远离自己的视野，以免为飞走的小钱钱心痛。
“你不如给我带食材，这些我用不上。”克莱恩别过头去，假装很看不上眼。
“啧，说着用不上，刚看见的时候眼睛都发直了。”梅迪奇翻了个白眼，毫不客气地揭穿了他，“你真不要吗？”
克莱恩想了想，虽然现在他是一条咸鱼，造物主的神国也非常和平，但是指不定那天弱小可怜的占卜家就要上场打架了呢，多点准备准没错。
“只要这个。”克莱恩看上了某个形似手杖的，战士途径的非凡特性。
他觉得拿这个手杖敲爆敌人狗头一定手感超棒。
正巧他确实缺一根手杖。
“看不出来，你这么弱不禁风的样子，思想这么暴力。”
剩下的非凡特性被梅迪奇打包扔给了几个造物主的教堂。
虽然造物主收复那些其他古神盘踞的地方已经有一段时间了，但是叛乱依然经常有，梅迪奇在这里待了两天，又跑出去打架了。
比起和克莱恩乌洛琉斯俩人一起当宅男，梅迪奇还是更喜欢这战斗和鲜血的。
于是克莱恩又恢复到了三天打鱼两天晒网的日子。

有些时候，不是人找事，是事找人。
比如，克莱恩听说，神国来了一位新客人，是一位自称赫密斯的学者。
虽然第五纪的克莱恩对赫密斯的观感称得上不喜，但是来到过去的诡秘天使周与赫密斯没有任何交集，他甚至不应该听说过这个名字。

第三章 中华美食博大精深
介于赫密斯是来交流学术问题的，造物主干脆大手一挥，把这个“艰巨”任务的皮球踢给了克莱恩。但克莱恩并不是很想和这位“历史”上的伟人打交道。只想混日子的咸鱼天使被迫离开了自己可爱的舒适圈，跑过去接待客人。
于是他抓上了和他一起摸鱼的命运之蛇，要死一起死嘛。
乌洛琉斯无辜地看着克莱恩，克莱恩默默地把抓着他的手放下了。祂重启了刚刚被祂一笔画坏的画作，然后放下画板跟着克莱恩走。
这让克莱恩有一种欺负乖孩子的心虚感。

赫密斯这个时候还没有以后的老奸巨猾的感觉，只是一个平平无奇的学者。
当然，克莱恩对此持怀疑的观点，在他眼里能被那位很行的老乡放进来的都多少有点本事——像他这种莫名其妙被捡回去的“咸鱼”不算。某未来旧日·现诡秘天使·周快乐地把自己从“有点本事”里剔了出去。
他只是造物主手下的一只肥宅天使而已。
“你说主是不是最近有点忙？”克莱恩一边思考要不要分一条虫子在藏书室睡觉，一边询问乌洛琉斯。他非常入乡随俗地称呼了“主”，反正对他来说就跟以前当社畜的时候称呼领导“XX经理”一个感觉。
乌洛琉斯摇了摇头，“但是主说我们会有新同事。”
他显然被克莱恩带歪了，逐渐变成了“打工天使”的形状。
新同事？
克莱恩愣了一下，他这才想起来似乎好像这里缺了点什么东西。
他到这个时空居然没有听说过亚当和阿蒙！原本他还以为是因为自己太宅了，大门不出二门不迈才会什么都没听说过，没想到他们还没出生。
等等……那岂不是又要看见阿蒙了？
克莱恩觉得自己忽然奇妙的阿蒙ptsd开始发作了。

赫密斯的出现阻止了克莱恩当场ptsd发作，用“开门”跑路去世界某个角落自闭。
克莱恩在心底默念“他只是来交流的学者只是来交流的”决定把他当领导人带来的“XX教授”类型来应付。
他好像越来越习惯这种“社畜”生活了，甚至因为勾起了久远的回忆感到了怀念。
出乎克莱恩的意料，他和赫密斯的聊天称得上是非常愉快，两个人都是博学多识的人，克莱恩最近也看了不少这个时代的典籍，可以说是方方面面都接得上话。

“所以，你看过亵渎石板？”克莱恩说。
“你的主就在真神之上的位格。”赫密斯说，“对吧？”
对于某些人很敢议论对面天使的信仰的状况，克莱恩只能说还好来的是他，其他人……
克莱恩想起“救赎蔷薇”最后的结局。
呃，可能有一部分也没有那么虔诚。
“旧日，如果让我来选一个名词称呼这个位阶的话。”克莱恩回答。
他脑子里却在想：其实你面前坐的这个也是——甚至已经是“支柱”了。
克莱恩瞥了一眼乌洛琉斯，祂就在一边自闭，很少参加话题。
赫密斯也在一边观察克莱恩。据他所知，“诡秘”这个词，听起来似乎和夜之国那位的权柄很是相近。
不过在两个天使面前谈论他们的主并不是一件明智的事情，赫密斯草草结束了这个话题，转而聊起了这片土地上各式各样的生物。
克莱恩一边听着，一边把这些古称和自己脑子里知道那些生物的样子挂上钩。
青菜、白菜、花椒、辣椒、葱、姜、蒜……还有各种各样他没吃过的肉。
克莱恩觉得他饿了。

“能请您稍等一下吗？”克莱恩忽然说，“我想出去一趟，聊了这么久，也需要休息来消化聊天内容。”
赫密斯点头应是，不过对于克莱恩去向有些好奇，“你要去哪？”
“去找点食物，我饿了。”克莱恩很自然地回答，他一抬手，一扇光门出现在了他手边，赫然是“门”途径的能力。
赫密斯认出了这种能力，心里悄悄提起了一点戒备。
然后克莱恩开门走了。
赫密斯：？

等他回来的时候，抱了一大堆各种各样的菜，以及肉。
克莱恩甚至从历史投影里拉出了一口锅。
他可太怀念火锅了。
自打来到这个时代，他连一口饭都没吃上，总感觉被造物主骗了，只有“包住”，没有“包吃”。
克莱恩还记得自己感慨过，这个世界的精灵族居然发明了火锅和毛血旺，简直太棒了。克莱恩也怀疑过精灵族是不是有穿越者，但是没有找到任何中文字迹。
“这个是……”赫密斯看着这堆东西迟疑。
“火锅。”克莱恩说。
“火焰做的锅？”乌洛琉斯奇怪地念了一遍克莱恩的话。
“是锅下面架着火，把东西放进去捞出来，现煮现吃的一种吃饭方式。”克莱恩解释。
他拿来的那些食材早在路上就用水洗过了，而诡秘之主薅出来的锅的历史投影以假乱真，赫密斯应该看不出来是他投影出来的假东西。
至少这样他不会被对方发现自己是三途径的人。
克莱恩可不想一觉醒来发现自己是“诡秘之主”的名号宣扬出去了，他只想当一个混吃混喝的社畜天使。

锅里水开了，“咕嘟咕嘟”地冒着泡。
克莱恩示范了一下吃法，然后给两个人，啊不是，天使，各分了一个蘸料蝶。是的，这个也是他从旧日都市薅的历史投影。
考虑到各人喜好的原因，克莱恩没敢给他们薅自己家乡那种“重辣重麻重口味”的蘸料碟，而拿的是他江南朋友调的。
“可惜没找到多少确定好吃的肉……”克莱恩喃喃。
吃东西对于在场三个来说都是不必要的事情，但是对于好吃的东西，还是都不会拒绝尝尝的。
遂原本的学术交流变成了美食争夺战。

“周，我给你带了食材——”梅迪奇回到神国，一推门，话音戛然而止。他很快对那一口红艳艳的锅表现出了感兴趣的样子，“这是什么？”
克莱恩正发愁没什么肉，一看梅迪奇带了几只动物，眼睛一亮。
“火锅，总之就是好吃的东西。”克莱恩接下梅迪奇手上的“食材”，开始思考怎么处理。
“有刀吗？”他问。
梅迪奇想了想，掏出一把匕首给他。
克莱恩看着匕首陷入沉默。
这貌似是“3”级封印物吧。
拿来处理食物是不是有点暴殄天物了？
想是这么想，他还是很快地手起刀落，把那一堆动物尸体处理好了。
在吃了一口之后，梅迪奇眼睛亮起来了。
在他“周你怎么总是在奇怪的地方有能耐”的话语中，堆得像山一样多食物飞速在火锅里消失。

第四章 要面对的熊孩子增加了
当造物主推门进来的时候，就看见四个脑袋齐齐转过来，每个人手上还端着碗。中间的火锅冒着白气，红艳艳的辣椒在水里翻滚。
祂深沉地盯着那口锅看了老一会儿，然后对着克莱恩说：“给我也来一份餐具。”
于是抢饭的人（神？）变成五个。
克莱恩中途又跑出去找了点食材。
赫密斯和乌洛琉斯似乎不太能吃辣，吃一口要喝一杯水。梅迪奇倒是和克莱恩一样爽快，两个人筷子打架得愉快，经常看见喜欢的就下筷子抢——偶尔也会不幸地波及到其他三个。造物主其实早在很久以前吃过这种美食，现在多是怀念，倒也不在意被属下虎口夺食。
当然，祂下筷子的速度也很快。
“周你是精灵族吗？”梅迪奇忽然问起来。
“算是半个吧。”克莱恩睁眼说瞎话，反正这种无关紧要的小事，他老乡又不会拆穿他，“你怎么想问这个？”
“在精灵族见过这种餐具。”梅迪奇说，“不过他们不吃火锅。”
“就当是我家乡的特产，不好吃吗？好吃就完事了，吃东西，别瞎查户口。” 克莱恩给梅迪奇塞了一筷子娃娃菜。
他对于“剽窃”中国人民伟大“发明”火锅，心里还是有一点点小小不好意思的，克莱恩可不想那天翻历史发现“伟大的诡秘天使发明了火锅”这种东西。
逼格都掉光了好吗！
“户口？”梅迪奇听到一个自己不熟悉的东西，“这是什么？”
“类似于一种身份证明，上面记录有姓名、出生地、现居住地等信息。会对管理城邦居民有很大的便利。”造物主接话，“不过现在做这种统计还不太方便，得等世界平静下来才有精力做这种事情。”
战争天使听得昏昏欲睡，甚至觉得火锅都不香了。

五个人吃得差不多了，赫密斯就提出了辞行，祂回过神之后也觉得有点懵，原本打算学术交流的，好像莫名其妙变成美食交流了。
克莱恩去送赫密斯了，造物主猛地想起来祂走过来的正事。
“神子诞生了。”祂这样宣布。
梅迪奇与乌洛琉斯眼中只有好奇与欣喜，刚送完赫密斯回来的克莱恩却有点眼前一黑的感觉。他脑子回荡着“救命，我觉得我ptsd还没好”。
但是事实不以他的意志为转移，造物主又出去了一趟，回来的时候身边多了两个孩子。
祂手上抱了一个戴着单片眼睛，约莫五岁的黑发男孩，手上牵着一个大约十二三岁、眼神清澈的蓝眼金发的小孩。
克莱恩脑子里第一反应。
圣母玛利亚。
然后后知后觉想起这是他顶头上司，或许应该恭喜一下。
可是怎么说呢，这俩孩子是眼前这位老乡生的，好像圣母玛利亚也没有错？
克莱恩的思绪逐渐发散，从“孕夫是不是不应该重油重辣”到了“母猪的产后护理”。

“周？”造物主说了一通话，快乐地把手上俩熊孩子托付给暂时不需要去打仗的红天使之后，发现祂家诡秘天使貌似在摸鱼走神。
克莱恩带着一种复杂的情感看了一眼造物主，以及那俩孩子。
其实现在的他倒也不怕新生的阿蒙和亚当，但是这让他想起了很多事情，关于眼前这群人未来的事情。
就在克莱恩脑子走神的时候，他都身体下意识摸出了两颗历史投影的糖，给阿蒙和亚当一人一颗。
小孩子都应该喜欢吃糖嘛。

天生的神话生物并不需要进食，所以无论阿蒙还是亚当都看着手心里那颗糖不知道该怎么处理。
“恭喜。”克莱恩被唤回了思绪，最后还是很老套地道了声恭喜。
能排出不相邻途径的“唯一性”好事，只对当前事的话，确实应该恭喜。
造物主放下了手上的阿蒙，从祂手上拿过糖果，开始给祂拆包装纸。
梅迪奇对于这种亮晶晶的水果硬糖并不感兴趣，倒是乌洛琉斯好奇地伸手讨要了一颗。
亚当偏头看了看，有样学样。甜丝丝的味道在祂嘴里融化，祂想了想，一本正经地对克莱恩说：“谢谢周叔叔。”
克莱恩呼吸一滞，他觉得自己有点承受不起这个称呼。
然后阿蒙马上接上话，“谢谢周叔叔，还有吗？”祂扒着克莱恩长袍的下摆，期待地仰头看着他。
“没有了。”克莱恩残忍地说。
虽然这个阿蒙才刚出生，但是不妨碍他小小地欺负一下嘛。你看亚当也没有再向他要，所以克莱恩决定一视同仁地说“没有”。
他没想到的是，小阿蒙居然乖乖地放下了手，失落地回到了造物主身边。
造物主对克莱恩笑了笑。
克莱恩打了个哆嗦。
不知道为什么他总感觉这个时候的造物主，看着笑起来散发着“母性”的光辉，实际上好像想要坑他。
“周，以后阿蒙和亚当就多多拜托你和梅迪奇照看了。”祂说。
“哦。”
克莱恩：要面对的熊孩子增加了呢。【冷漠.jpg】
他在心底为梅迪奇捏了一把汗。
可怜的同事，还不知道祂要面对什么。

梅迪奇虽然对带孩子完全没有兴趣，但介于这是主的神子，祂还是伸出一只手逗弄阿蒙。
“看起来精神不错嘛。”祂说。
“周，你跟我来一下。”造物主见俩孩子已经一左一右霸占了坐在沙发上的梅迪奇两边的空位，就招呼克莱恩走一趟。
克莱恩则起身跟着祂，对于造物主想说的话已经有了猜测。

“你应该也受到了‘原初’的侵蚀吧？”造物主开门见山。
克莱恩点头，“不过我是从序列九往上升，而且在‘原初’沉睡的时候就掌握了源质，侵蚀并没有你这么严重。”他说，“你的状态，其实现在的选择是正确的，对延缓侵蚀很有效。”
造物主看了克莱恩一眼，意味深长地说：“你知道一切了。”
“没有，你对于我来说太过遥远，我只能从只言片语里推测。”克莱恩否认，“我猜到你想问什么，这也是我曾经苦恼的问题。只是我的办法对你效果不大。如果，我是说如果，真的哪天严重到无法控制了，我会动用我的源质来帮你压制。但是这是饮鸩止渴，甚至反而会加速‘原初’的苏醒。”
诡秘天使静静地站在他的主面前，半垂着头，让表情藏在了阴影里。
“我分出了一半的我去压制在我身上复苏的‘原初’，又自某个遥远的时代而来，如今确实也不过天使以上，真神以下的实力。‘原初’与我们密不可分，祂无法杀死，不会消失，只能压制。最好的方法是让祂沉睡在意识深处。”

等克莱恩与造物主聊完回去找梅迪奇的时候，正巧遇见了回来述职报告的顺便见见神子们的其他天使同事。

第五章 一只白乌鸦、两只白乌鸦、三只……
克莱恩头一次见到了几个天天007忙得影子都看不见的天使们。
为首的是用造物主肋骨造出来的暗天使萨斯利尔，祂微卷的黑发及肩，随意地披散在背后，一层又一层的虚黑羽翼在祂身后自然收拢，身上穿着一件以深黑为底，缠绕着银色丝线，铭刻着复杂花纹的长袍，脖颈、手腕、腰间都有华丽配饰悬挂。苏醒着的萨斯利尔比克莱恩当初在巨人王庭遇见时更加有气势，带着一种领导者的气质。
祂身后跟着深蓝色长发、高大威严的风天使列奥德罗，还要金发金眼、脑后有一轮散发暖黄光晕日冕，看起来年轻、英俊而有朝气的纯白天使。再往后，是带着兜帽，只露出嘴巴、皱纹和白色胡须的老者，应该是智天使赫拉伯根。
祂们与克莱恩当初在地下遗迹所见的形象基本一致，顶多看起来年轻一点。克莱恩在心里比出一个小指甲盖。

“日安，吾主。”萨斯利尔向造物主行礼。
其他几个天使也恭敬行礼。
克莱恩看着眼中满是尊重的风天使，又看看似乎想要狂热赞美造物主的纯白天使，最后目光落在了沉默地待在最后的赫拉伯根身上。
这看起来也不像是要造反的样子啊。
他在心底嘀咕。
祂们怎么会到那一步的呢？

“先前已经通知过了，”造物主对祂们说，“这位是新来的诡秘天使，你们可以称呼祂为周。因为经常在藏书室整理典籍，平时可能没见过面。”
克莱恩向其他几位一一打过招呼之后，加入了队伍中。
造物主推开之前房间的门。
克莱恩觉得祂好像动作僵了一下。
他往门里瞥了一眼，然后收回了目光。
克莱恩把自己和造物主代换了一下，觉得可能要是他，他也会怀疑是不是自己开门的方式不对，所以导致每次开门都很迷。

百年难得一见地，不可一世的战争天使梅迪奇被小屁孩撵得满屋子乱窜，阿蒙追着祂说要喝奶。
亚当和乌洛琉斯安静地坐在沙发上，一人捧了一杯水，做两耳不闻窗外事的老大爷状，就任这俩在房间里转圈圈，玩“你追我逃”的游戏。
就在造物主打开门的那一瞬间，这个画面被按了暂停键。
阿蒙马上蹭到祂父亲身边，攥着造物主长袍的下摆，委委屈屈地哭诉想喝奶，说是亚当说人类小孩都有这样一段时间的，祂也要试试。

克莱恩，你要忍住。
诡秘天使悄悄勾起了一点嘴角，又很快压下去了。

造物主很快就恢复到了平时的状态，祂温和地跟克莱恩说：“神国没有准备这些东西，是我考虑不周了，能麻烦你‘开门’去找一些来吗？”
莫名其妙遭殃的克莱恩马上就不乐了。
好哇，熊孩子都是惯出来的。他带着这样的想法老老实实跑出去给小孩找牛奶去了。

人间。造物主教堂。
“主的身侧，侍立着九大天使之王，分别是……”
洁白的鸟儿落在了教堂尖顶上，歪头啄起一粒上面剥落的石子，展翅飞去。
“其中诡秘天使是最近臣服于我主，而时之天使与空想天使则是主的子嗣……”
明亮的光束从教堂穹顶落下来，在地上画出一道绚烂的彩虹。
“神子的诞生，为世界带来了吉兆。”
站在布道台上的主教庄严地宣誓着。
“新的纪元自此开始了！”
第三纪，以神子的诞生与第二纪划开了一道沟壑。过去是无尽的黑暗争斗，而从这一刻开始，只有光辉灿烂的未来。

克莱恩只觉得乌云压顶。
蒙崽子长得飞快，才养了一个月，个子就窜了一截，看起来有七八岁的样子了。
其他几个天使都在快乐996，只有有事情要汇报的时候偶尔过来一趟。本来也是想着来见见神子，不然布置仪式或是祈祷就可以完成所有的工作。后来赫拉伯根被拽掉了几根胡子，就没再过来；奥塞库斯被摘了一次光环，就没再过来；列奥德罗给小崽子劈了道雷，被勒令不准过来……
只有萨斯利尔面前阿蒙没有任何皮的时候，祂似乎很亲近祂的父亲，不论是本体、半身，还是未来预留的后手。
或许是非凡特性聚合定律的关系，祂也很亲近克莱恩，如果一定要粘着谁，多半就是倒霉的诡秘天使。
阿蒙大多数时候还算乖巧，基本上警告祂不许乱窜一类的话都会听，就是各种各样奇奇怪怪的鬼主意多得很，克莱恩应付得一个头两个大。白造私下里交给他的任务是让阿蒙获得人性，但是克莱恩左看右看，觉得眼前的这个小崽子已经没救了。说没有人性吧，熊得仿佛一个真孩子似的，天天要这要那，还上房揭瓦、下地遛红的；说有人性吧，祂更多是在做尝试，或者本能地在扮演自己的序列，以此来达到消化魔药的目的。
克莱恩一边摘抄古代文献，一边用带着黑手套的那只手按住了在藏书室乱窜的阿蒙。阿蒙被那只手按住的时候会比往常安静些。
“夜之国，弗雷格拉……”克莱恩在这个名字上打了个圈。
他想起这个时候黑夜女神应该也穿过来了，如果去夜之国，应该能看见这位帮了他很多的老乡。
放下了笔，把卷宗整理摆放好，克莱恩把阿蒙抱起来。
今天梅迪奇说是要出去散心，带着乌洛琉斯跑到奥库塞斯那边去了，藏书室里只有阿蒙和亚当在。克莱恩看了一眼正在翻阅他已经整理完毕卷宗的亚当，感慨着老乡就是省心省力。
“今天想吃什么？”他问。
“蛋羹——”阿蒙说，“梅迪奇一直说你会做火锅，你怎么不做给他吃？”
“因为小孩子不能吃火锅，”克莱恩严肃认真地睁眼说瞎话，“对肠胃不好。”
“做小孩真不好，什么事情都不能做。”阿蒙推了推脸上的单片眼睛，“我不做人类啦！”
祂这么宣布。
然后开始思考应该去做什么。
“乌鸦？”知道未来的克莱恩开玩笑。
“也可以。”阿蒙眼睛骨碌碌一转，想了想乌鸦的形象，觉得不错，“不过单纯当乌鸦有什么意思，我要当独一无二的白乌鸦！”
“白乌鸦，似乎是带来好运的象征。”亚当补充，注意到克莱恩在看祂，补充说，“你故乡不是这么认为的吗？”

当梅迪奇和乌洛琉斯回来的时候，就看见小小的白乌鸦们站在了书架上、书桌上、墨水瓶上，甚至还有一只在克莱恩头上做了窝，他肩上也一左一右站了两只。
经常和阿蒙对着干的梅迪奇受到了非常热烈的欢迎。祂被白乌鸦扑了一身，想退后一步结果被乌洛琉斯绊到了。于是不知道为什么居然就这样摔了下去。
借此躲开了乌鸦的攻击的乌洛琉斯非常无辜地看着地上瞪着祂的梅迪奇，然后在梅迪奇看不见的地方，用尾巴和一只白乌鸦击了爪子。
一股烧焦的味道钻进了克莱恩的鼻尖。
扑在梅迪奇脸上的那只乌鸦，完全被火烧成了黑炭。
似乎某些红天使真的生气了。
于是白乌鸦们聚拢起来，又变成了一只阿蒙。祂“噔噔噔”跑到克莱恩面前给他看自己烧焦了一小撮的卷毛，然后躲在他背后。
克莱恩面无表情地把祂抓出来，“蛋羹没有了。”他残忍地宣布。
“不要，做饭天使你不做饭了怎么行！”阿蒙抗议。
“抗议无效。”克莱恩说。
梅迪奇拍了拍身上并不存在的灰尘，接过话茬：“恭喜你进阶成为‘做饭天使’。”

第六章 谁的头发？
有了大把空闲时光的克莱恩捏着鼻子认下了做饭天使这个称号，并开始研发各种新菜式，食材由经常出差的梅迪奇提供，食客主要为乌洛琉斯、亚当、阿蒙和造物主，梅迪奇偶尔会吃不上，因为又有事情要出差。等混熟了之后，其他几个天使之王也会过来蹭饭。
于是克莱恩的厨艺突飞猛进。
同样突飞猛进的还有他收拾熊孩子的技术，因为在老乡的眼皮子底下，他对着还什么坏事都没干的阿蒙似乎也不是那么好意思欺负人，但是教育熊孩子，还是可以名正言顺的。

所以，克莱恩现在的日常是这样的。
“周——”阿蒙从外面玩回来，站在藏书室外喊克莱恩。
克莱恩就坐在藏书室内，层层叠叠的黑色羽翼收在背后，对比两部卷宗的内容，然后一只触手握着笔，在一旁的书桌上书写整理后的内容。他难得感觉第三纪的长袍非常好用是因为触手很方便从下面伸出来，这让他能够一心多用，比之前效率快了近十倍。
反正能上这里的至少是天使了，在他有意收敛的情况下，根本不会有人因为直视他的神话生物形态失控。
“什么事情？”克莱恩头也不抬，问了一句，顺便另一根触手抓住了飞扑他头顶要做窝的白乌鸦。触手捏了捏白乌鸦，让它变回了一条时之虫。
“我偷了梅迪奇的头发！”祂非常兴奋地说。
然后下一秒梅迪奇的铁拳就挨到祂脸上了。阿蒙偷窃了距离，同时对换了本体和分身的概念，让自己以白乌鸦形态蹭到了克莱恩的触手堆里。一脸莫名其妙的时之虫分身就被整个饱以铁拳，“pia叽”一下被弹飞到书架上。
“周，我好痛……”站在克莱恩肩膀上的白乌鸦委屈地哭诉。

写完了最后一个单词，克莱恩总算有空去看发生了什么事情。
“噗嗤。”这是看戏的乌洛琉斯。
“哈哈哈哈哈哈……”这是幸灾乐祸的克莱恩。
眼看着梅迪奇要揍自己，克莱恩才动用小丑能力控制住了笑容，“我发誓，我受过专业的训练，一般我们是不会笑的。”他盯着锃亮的光头忍不住又抽动了一下嘴角，补充了一句，“除非真的忍不住。”
梅迪奇鲜红的眼里流淌着愤怒的火焰。
“阿蒙，快把头发还回去。”克莱恩正色对阿蒙说。
“不要。”黑眼圈的白乌鸦在触手堆里闷闷地说，“祂烧了我的头发！”阿蒙变回人形，祂拉了拉头上的尖尖的帽子，遮住了显得很不和谐的半长红发。
“快还回去。”克莱恩威胁，“不然我帮你还，你自己的头发也不要想再长出来了。”
话是这么说，他又看了一眼光头梅迪奇。
（好怪哦，再看一眼.jpg）
阿蒙非常不情愿地把头发还回去了。
“容我提醒一句，周的头发是黑色的。”梅迪奇丢下这句话，消失在门口了。
祂可不想被克莱恩盲目痴愚。
克莱恩还没意识到梅迪奇话语的意思，头上就感觉有些清凉。
另一声轻微的笑从某条大蛇盘踞的地方传出。
克莱恩瞪了一眼阿蒙，然后蹲在角落啃尾巴的乌洛琉斯就发现自己的头发不见了。
“染白色不太好看啊。”克莱恩嘟囔。他抓了一个镜子的历史投影出来，对着一头银发的自己陷入沉思。
乌洛琉斯：看戏是要付出代价的。
“……我给阿蒙的头发重启一下，很快就能长出来了。”祂这么说。

造物主推门进来了。
造物主退出去看了一下门牌。
造物主盯着房间里三个人的头发沉思。
造物主：我怀疑不是我有问题，是门有问题。为什么每次开门都很迷。算了，我就没有开对门过。
祂有些无语地看着一边开了心理学隐身的亚当。
亚当就差把“我不在场”这句话写在脸上了，以及因为开了隐身光明正大完全没有遮掩地露出了笑容。在发现造物主在看祂之后，收了收笑意，恢复到“观众”的状态，从角落里出来。
几个干了坏事的天使纷纷还头发的还头发，重启的重启，总算装得毫无作恶痕迹、工工整整地回到了原位。

“主。”乌洛琉斯向造物主行礼。
克莱恩把触手收回来，变作双腿，光着脚踩在地上。
“梅迪奇呢？”造物主看了一圈，没看见战争天使。
“刚刚出去了。”克莱恩说，“要我开门去找祂回来吗？”
话未说完，他已经很顺手地拉开了“门”，准备穿越到梅迪奇所在的地点找人。
“嗯。”造物主点了点头，“你顺便通知一下其他几个天使。”
“萨斯利尔也要通知吗？”克莱恩问。
“不用，祂有别的事要做。”

这次召集天使之王，说的事情正巧就是有关萨斯利尔的。祂以后会常驻在巨人王庭，如果有事要处理，将会被移交给诡秘天使，祂无法定夺再会移交至造物主面前。
克莱恩：呵，资本家压榨工人的剩余价值。你背叛了无产阶级！
虽然造物主有所掩饰，而当惯了神话生物、神性比较重的其他几位天使之王或许看不出来，但是克莱恩是明显发现了，比起造物主刚刚将多余的非凡特性排出时，祂人性与神性已经有些失衡了。
这才过去三年。
一方面，造物主对于宗教建筑和教条的修订更加接近旧时代的宗教，而非是兴致上来的玩梗。另一方面，原本造物主还很喜欢蹭吃蹭喝的，祂现在都不怎么来了。
美食都不能诱惑一个人，那祂一定不是人！
克莱恩脑内剧场很丰富，但是成神之后能够多线并行的思维让他能够走神的同时把目光扫向其他几个天使之王。赫拉伯根一如既往让人看不出想什么，不过祂最近沉迷研究克莱恩给出的考试制度，或许在思考怎么完善这个制度能让人更爱学习。奥塞库斯一如既往地以崇敬的目光注视着给了祂天使之王机会的造物主，祂是他们几个里听得最认真的。列奥德罗似乎和阿尔杰一样有脑补癖，克莱恩以多年和阿尔杰打交道的经历保证，列奥德罗绝对脑子里在思考主又有什么伟大的计划了。
至于他自己这边……
克莱恩在心底感到了惨不忍睹。
乌洛琉斯虽然看起来听得很认真，其实在很努力地忍住变回原形咬尾巴的冲动。梅迪奇虽然对造物主尊敬，但是祂似乎很想把脚搁到桌上，那样祂会比较舒服。
当然，他自己肯定是认真在听没有神游天外的啦！克莱恩这么想着。
交代完了萨斯利尔需要留在巨人王庭帮助自己稳定状态的造物主，转向克莱恩，和往常一样，祂让克莱恩留下一会儿。

“等你整理完那些典籍，可能要麻烦你去一趟曾经属于弗雷格拉的领地。”造物主说，“我想咨询在那里的隐秘存在一些事情。”
隐秘存在？黑夜女神？
克莱恩后知后觉从脑子里挖出第三纪与女神相关的记载。
“弗雷格拉陨落前一直在追寻着一种源质。”
源堡。克莱恩在心里替祂补充。
“祂在古神之战陨落后，我一直在寻找继承了祂遗产的存在，或许祂会知道些什么。”
克莱恩应下了这个任务，他也觉得去见见老乡蛮不错的。

“只有一个样本，要研究源质还不够啊。”转身离开的克莱恩听见造物主嘀咕。
好吧，至少能确定这个造物主是本人，“上帝”要侵蚀祂还很困难。
这就是研究员的执念吗。

第七章 叛逆小孩离家出走
定下了要去前·弗雷格拉领地的想法，克莱恩就开始着重于收集整理相关资料，他至少也要掌握一下当地的方言。不过他思索了一下，总感觉似乎那里的方言会是狼嚎。脑补到自己发出狼嚎的样子，克莱恩忍不住抖了抖鸡皮疙瘩。
……幸好不是。
克莱恩擦了擦并不存在的冷汗。

如果他印象没有错，这个时候毁灭魔狼弗雷格拉已经死透了，被他那位厉害的老乡取代了。
克莱恩看着白银之国到夜之国的路线，在地图上标记了几个点，他对这个时代一些绝种的生物以及一些遗迹有很强烈的兴趣，倒也不必过分到直接把门开到老乡家门口。
那不叫拜访，叫踢馆子。
不过他也在心底吐槽造物主在旧日前一定把《资本论》学得过于好了，一路上还给他安排了很多“顺便”的任务，把资本家压榨剩余价值发挥到极致。
克莱恩卷起手上的地图，忽然觉得肩上一重。
“阿蒙？”他把肩上的白乌鸦薅下来，“有什么事情吗？”
“我也要去。”乌鸦发出了清亮的少年音，“一定很好玩。而且周不在了，我就没有东西吃了！”
“不行，你父亲是请你兄长和我一起去。”克莱恩认真地说，“如果想出去玩，可以叫梅迪奇带着你，他外派的任务不少。另外，我想不需要我提醒你，神话生物饿几天并不会有事。”
要是你真跟去了，这次外交肯定不成功……
克莱恩无声吐槽。
“好吧……”白乌鸦蔫头耷脑地跑去刚进门的梅迪奇头上做窝。
“今天吃火锅怎么样？”克莱恩说。
这件事情在场几个人都举双手双脚双翅膀一尾巴赞同。
火锅永远是天使之王聚餐的保留项目。
克莱恩不愿意暴露历史投影的能力，后来很少做火锅。但是大家依然总是对此念念不忘。
于是阿蒙就这么被忽悠过去……

由于有一大半的意识在压制天尊，克莱恩的脑子转得并不是很快，他拎着亚当穿梭在灵界时候才觉得不对劲。
阿蒙哪有那么好忽悠的，他想做的事情哪有那么容易就放弃的。
克莱恩觉得不对劲。于是他先检查了一下自己周围，确定没有任何一只漏网时之虫，然后忽地想起，白乌鸦曾站在他肩上看地图。
懂了，这死小子肯定在下一个地点等他呢。
克莱恩马上加快了灵界穿梭的速度。
亚当对此表示抗议。
祂有点晕诡。
这点小意见克莱恩自然是很愉快地无视掉的。
直到他因为车速太快和福根之犬撞车了。
被撞车的福根之犬很委屈，非常委屈，绕着克莱恩就是一通“嗷嗷”乱叫，与它眼窝燃火，嘴巴裂到脑后的可怕形象完全不符。其实它们也有点生气，但是对面是旧日诡秘，是灵界主宰，它们有什么办法呢。只能试图卖萌来博同情这样。
自觉心虚的克莱恩放下了亚当，扭头去安抚他“未来”的狗子们去了。
这些小家伙现在还是双目健全，甚至数量比他未来见到时候还多上不少。
克莱恩想到这里，轻轻叹了口气。
他给它们做了标记，如果在他在灵界的时候它们出了事情，他还勉强能管上一管。
福根之犬对此非常高兴，它们快乐地蹭着克莱恩的裤腿，摇着尾巴，似乎在为这样一位存在愿意庇护它们而感到荣幸。
被晾在一边的亚当：就……待遇差挺多的，人不如狗？

“周，是出什么事情了吗？”亚当询问，“你赶路这么着急。”
“阿蒙可能离家出走了。”克莱恩翻出了地图说，“祂看了我的地图，并且对此表达了极大的兴趣。”
这位观众途径的天使默默看着克莱恩手上的地图，微微皱眉，“他能自己出去历练也是好事。”
克莱恩张了张嘴，他非常想说“阿蒙出去历练的难道不是遇上祂的人吗”，但是他思索了一下，还是不要干扰这位兄长的拳拳“爱弟”之心了。
“你这么下去，也难怪阿蒙有被宠坏的迹象。”他说。
“周你比我更会教育，不论是我还是阿蒙，都因为是天生的神话生物而缺少人性。”亚当说道，“我无法把那些东西教给他，但是你或许可以。”
克莱恩耸肩，“其实并不如你所想，我的人性并不充沛。”
“正如你父亲……”他顿了一下，看了一样亚当，他对于父亲这个称呼似乎完全没有异议，“在承受来自‘上帝’的侵蚀一样，我也需要对抗同途径分裂出的‘最初’的侵蚀。”他自嘲似的扯了扯嘴角，“为了这点，我放弃了一部分人性——虽然很不想承认，但是给非凡生物带来疯狂的并不是神性，而是人性。至少人性是其中一个诱因。”
“所以主将大部分人性给了萨斯利尔。”亚当陷入思考，“那为什么主会希望阿蒙获得人性？”
克莱恩忽地有一种微妙的落差。他意识到在这个时空，亚当并不全等于造物主，而是一个知道自己是造物主备份的、独立存在的另一个人。
他摇了摇头，表示自己并不清楚造物主打算怎么做。
“或许因为阿蒙以后会成为救世的关键。”克莱恩随口说道，“对于神话生物来说，末日已经不远了。”
“还有多久？”亚当问。
克莱恩沉默，直到快到目的地他才说，“不会很久，有些事情总是发生得猝不及防。”

他开了门，将亚当放在原定停留的地点，开始通过念诵尊名的方式联系应该正巧在这附近“打工”的梅迪奇。
然后收到了梅迪奇发来的一串乱码的讯息。
克莱恩一下子就紧张起来。
梅迪奇怎么了？
他对于这个相处了快四年的同事非常有好感，基本上属于见面说几句话就要打起来却一次都没有打架成功的好兄弟模式。无他，他们俩的嘴都多少有点欠。
克莱恩正要去找人，就看见梅迪奇顶着火焰巨人的形态拎着一只浑身漆黑的乌鸦向他这里大步走来。
那拎人姿势，和克莱恩拎亚当是如出一辙。

克莱恩目瞪口呆。
“阿蒙，我觉得你还是当黑乌鸦比较好……”他过了半天憋出这么一句话，“这样至少不用每天洗三次澡。”
他发誓，梅迪奇一定想吃炭烤乌鸦很久了。

第八章 在灵界
在某些屡教不改的乌鸦崽子付出了变成白眼圈黑乌鸦的代价之后，祂总算是学会了消停。
克莱恩得到了梅迪奇会管好阿蒙的保证，再次拎着亚当踏上了旅途。
已经长得有十七八岁少年模样的亚当对于克莱恩拎小鸡崽的手法表示抗议。
小时候这么拎也就算了，现在还这么拎是想被他父亲打一顿吗？
豪横的诡秘之主表示根本不怕跟造物主打架。
所以亚当抗议无效，每次克莱恩要加速开门走路的时候，亚当该被拎还是得拎。
克莱恩表示，绝对不是某些报复心理作祟。

除去找到了不少在第五纪前所未见的动植物之外，一路上克莱恩还见到了不少已经被历史擦去姓名的这个时代的存在。有些友善，例如某个序列三的阅读者途径生物，对于克莱恩的知识库表现出了极大的兴趣；有些冷淡，比如灵界中路过的门途径生物，感受到克莱恩身上的高位压制跑走了；有些厌恶，比如说始祖死于太阳神之手的不死鸟，表现出了偷袭造物主座下神子的冲动。
于是克莱恩把它暴揍了一顿，并打包送到了离他最近的奥塞库斯那里。
奥塞库斯盯了某只瑟瑟发抖的不死鸟一会儿，又深沉思考了几秒钟，他一脸严肃地问克莱恩：“能吃吗？会好吃吗？”
气氛忽然僵住。
亚当默默地捂住了脸，祂忽然觉得该给自己来个“闭耳塞听”，或者干脆“一忘皆空”也不错。
“虽然我不是哈利·波特，也不会魔法，但是如果你需要，我可以给你来一个‘盲目痴愚’。”克莱恩开了隐秘状态对亚当吐槽，“也能达到一样的效果。”
“你窃取了我的想法？”亚当隐隐约约有些感知到克莱恩刚刚的动作，“把隐秘权柄当私聊用法真的是你独一家。”祂忍不住吐槽。
克莱恩可疑地停顿了一会儿，“被阿蒙传染了。”他没有在这个话题上做停留，而是马上解除了隐秘转过去对奥塞库斯说，“显然，不死鸟不好吃，只有些骨头架子，炖汤都不行。”
作为食材被讨论的不死鸟觉得很淦。
打闹的话题结束，克莱恩跟奥塞库斯聊起了正事，“灵界最近不是很安分，一路上遇到了不少想从灵界进入主的地界的存在。这些家伙鱼龙混杂，虽然战争已经结束了，但是小规模的摩擦还是不少的。”
“我知道了。”奥塞库斯面色平淡地点点头，他金色的眼瞳中倒映出一点阳光，“赞美太阳，愿主的光辉洒遍大地。”
静静祷告的奥塞库斯看起来圣洁又虔诚。
克莱恩别过头去不继续看这番景象，带着亚当离开了。

另一边，灵界。
一扇弥漫着灰色雾气的青铜大门自虚空出现，缓缓打开。
“七光”本来正在开茶话会，差点被吓得乱窜。
来自诡秘之主的位格压制让他们无法轻易离去，只能停留在原地。
一条被选中的幸运灵之虫自大门里走出来，他的容貌与沉睡于源堡之中的本体一般无二。
“冒昧来访，还请不要介意。”克莱恩说道，“我想打听一些事情。”
他从历史投影中拉出了茶话会所需要的餐具椅子等等，以及一些精致的小点心。
“不如坐下来谈谈？”他笑着邀请，却没有给对方留下拒绝的余地，“我想询问有关于‘屏障’和‘地底’的事情。”
克莱恩指了指天上，又指了指地下。

“你刚刚为什么会窃取我的想法？”亚当显然对于克莱恩忽然做出的举动感到奇怪。据祂所知，克莱恩并不是会做这种失礼的事情的人。
克莱恩很清楚无论是造物主，还是祂两个分裂出来的人格都知晓他的来历，于是毫不避讳地说，“因为真的很好奇你每天脑子里在想什么。我那个时代，作家途径的唯一性，写出来的小说甚至不如三流言情小说。”他比划，“你读过没有？那种霸道总裁爱上我的。”
亚当摇了摇头，“父亲以前是研究员，对于这种类型的文学作品并不感兴趣。”
“……你为什么一直称祂为父亲？”克莱恩问。
这位造物主之子转头望向克莱恩的眼睛，“因为祂是我的父亲，没有别的理由——周，你刚刚说作家途径唯一性写的小说很烂，难道是我在你那个时代，也写过很烂的剧情吗？”
祂很轻而易举地就推出了克莱恩话里的内容。
“人的水平是有起伏的。”克莱恩说，“很不幸，我第一次意识到你安排的剧情，恰好是最烂的那段。”
“那真是不幸。”亚当说，“周，你还没有回答我最开始的问题。”

“……我们所知道的也就只有这么多了。”“橘光”说，他微微躬身，“请问还有什么事情吗？”
坐在他们对面的克莱恩点了点头，“没有别的事情。”他拿出七枚金币，“这是报酬，如果遇到了解决不了的事情，可以握着它念诵我的尊名。”
克莱恩犹豫了一下，很快接上，“不属于这个时代的旅人，灰雾之上的神秘主宰，命运漩涡的指路道标。”他揉了揉额头，“我得离开了，下次再见。”
随着熟悉的门扉打开，克莱恩很快消失在了门背后。
“七光”收起了他留下的金币。
“红光”说：“这位大人并没有恶意，但祂的状态似乎不太好。”

克莱恩正要回答亚当的话语，他刚开口说了一个字，忽然眼瞳失去了焦距。
“上帝？”一个漫不经心的声音从克莱恩口中发出。
随着身躯又微微一震，克莱恩很快恢复了正常，“抱歉，我本体刚刚出了点事情。”
“一些讨厌的东西卷土重来了。”他说，“可能是因为我最近有点对祂松懈了——如你所见，我有时候跟祂争斗时，会出一点小问题。”
“你身上的‘最初’？”亚当问。
“是的。”克莱恩点点头，“虽然已经被我完全地压制住了，但是如果我不把一大部分力量放在压制祂身上，还是会出一些问题。”
亚当没有就这个问题继续追究，算是认可了克莱恩的说法，“还有多久抵达夜之国？”

“我们已经到了。”克莱恩打开了灵界向外界的通道，他们站在了安曼达山脉前。
他向遥远的山上张望。
厚重的层云与不可思议的静谧笼罩着这座山脉。

第九章 “列——奥——德——罗——”
克莱恩很快收到了黑夜女神的招呼。
祂派出了一位隐秘之仆，并非是阿里安娜，而是克莱恩不认识的一个女人。
祂穿着类似于阿里安娜苦修士的服饰，光脚站在他们面前。

“我们受主所托，前来拜访黑夜阁下。”亚当对那位隐秘之仆女士说道，祂很轻易地就认出了笼罩这座山脉的是什么途径的力量。
这位隐秘之仆比起阿里安娜更加沉默，祂就像一片静谧的夜，被吞噬了所有声音。
祂阖上了眼，做出祷告的手势，向黑夜女神祈祷。
伴随天上绯红血月的注视，一抹模糊了现实边界的“夜幕”降临，那是黑夜女神神国的门扉。

克莱恩和亚当在这位隐秘之仆的带领下走上发着荧光的阶梯，一步步前往女神的神国。
阶梯旁种满了夜香草与深眠花。
他们要找的人就站在这片花海中央。祂穿着点缀满星屑的裙子，脸上蒙着半透明的薄薄黑纱。
“你们来了。”祂的声音温柔宁静，有着让人安心沉眠的力量，“我清楚你们的来意，并同意分享一部分情报给你们，但是同样，要得到更多，你们需要付出足够的利益。”
克莱恩注意到这个时候的女神似乎比起第五纪更加直来直往一些。
“我选择听取能先分享的情报来判断我是否有必要付出代价来交换你的其他帮助。”他说。
“是我造成了弗雷格拉的陨落，并取代了祂。”黑夜女神说，“你们的主察觉到了我的存在，并给予了一定的帮助，这部分情报算是我的答谢。”
“弗雷格拉一直在寻找‘永暗之河’，那是一种源质，对应黑夜序列。它被封印在了某处地方，暂时无法到达，只能看见无穷无尽的灰白雾气笼罩在那里。”
克莱恩知道有关其他源质的事情，“但是并不是所有源质都被封印了？”
黑夜女神对着克莱恩微笑，“我想这件事情你们应该比我更清楚。”
亚当微微点头，“父亲也确实有他那一份源质的信息。”
“除此之外，还有另外一份源质没有被封印。弗雷格拉正是在找这一份源质。为此，祂将那一条序列的非凡特性排出安置到了祂的子代身上，作为祂未来容纳那份唯一性的后手。但是祂那个子代在另外一个子代的帮助下，自弗雷格拉死亡后躲藏了起来。”黑夜女神说到这里，停住了话语。

难怪安提戈努斯是诡秘侍者。克莱恩联想到他所知道的情报。
就算因为乱吃非凡特性而显现出一定的疯狂，弗雷格拉也有自己的打算。真是能在第二纪混到顶尖的没有一个愚蠢。
他就已知的事情做出判断。

“您希望我们付出什么代价？”亚当询问。
“停止对我的领域的攻击与窥探，不得向我领域内的子民传教。”黑夜女神说，“除此之外，我想看一次“‘亵渎石板’。”
祂的嗓音轻柔，却带着不容商量的意味。
“我可以替我父亲做出决定。”亚当说，“我同意你提出的条件。”
祂没有进一步向黑夜提出祂的具体要求。
黑夜女神的目光从克莱恩身上掠过，祂点了点头，算是知晓自己需要提供些什么。
“合作愉快。”克莱恩替亚当补上一句。
“合作愉快。”祂回应。

夜幕退去，日光又落在了克莱恩与亚当的身上。
“我打算去见见梅迪奇。”克莱恩对亚当说，“阿蒙也在祂身边——你要去吗？”
“好。”亚当没有急着向造物主复命的意思。

梅迪奇带着阿蒙在打架。
单方面殴打两个序列三。
火焰巨人将那一片土地点燃，将那两个打算开门逃跑的序列三烧成灰烬。
祂的头上站着一只黑乌鸦，阿蒙正在为这精彩的战斗鼓掌叫好。
然后梅迪奇收走了祂们的非凡特性，走到克莱恩面前，“你需要吗？我记得你是门途径的。”
“用不上。”克莱恩果断拒绝。

克莱恩在心里默念“生不带来，死不带去”，努力让自己不去计算门途径的序列三多少钱。
再多钱都带不走啊！
愚者先生沉痛地想起自己养不起的愚者教会，在心底重重地叹了一口气。
不管他是不是执掌好运的黄黑之王，他一定是执掌破洞口袋的穷神。

他的本体无聊地向醒了一点的天尊倾诉：“我们诡秘之主都这么穷的吗？”
“诡秘的财产在西大陆。”天尊回答他，“在上帝的地盘，我们谁都是穷诡。”
克莱恩想起女神曾说过“天尊在西大陆有别的尊名”，那么天尊说的说不定也是对的。
“你要是嫌穷可以去西大陆啊，我把我墓葬的地点告诉你。”天尊带着困意随口说，“不说别的，源质不是就够你换一大批财富了。”
“真能拿去换钱它们还会在地底？”克莱恩冷笑。
他屏蔽了天尊其他乱七八糟的瞎逼逼，并决定结束这无聊的对话。
就算天尊在西大陆有一座秦皇墓葬他都没兴趣。
嗯，生不带来死不带去嘛。

“你们结束了？”梅迪奇问。
“嗯。今天回去吃火锅？”克莱恩说，“就当庆祝成功——我酿了白酒，你要尝尝吗？”
“白酒？”梅迪奇又从克莱恩嘴里听到一个新词，“你还真把自己当厨子了啊？每天就研究吃了。”
克莱恩摊手，“不爱吃饭天打雷劈。”
梅迪奇思考了一下，忽然喊道：“列——奥——德——罗——”
当即一片雷云笼罩在了他们头顶上。
飞在天上的蒙乌鸦成了避雷针，当即被劈中。
克莱恩眼皮跳了一下。
他想起一点不太好的回忆。
空中传来一声怒吼，“梅迪奇你有毛病吗，当我是召唤兽吗，天天喊我打雷劈闪电。”
列奥德罗骂骂咧咧。
暴躁老鸽今天也很暴躁呢。
“那你不要回应啊。”梅迪奇笑。
“还不是你声响太大吵死了。”列奥德罗回了一句，然后生气地散了雷云下线。

“周，我也要喝白酒。”白眼圈黑乌鸦在克莱恩头顶上跳来跳去。
祂虽然被列奥德罗劈了一道，但是显然再对方根本没有伤人心思的情况下，只焦了一些羽毛边，顶多算死掉了一条时之虫，对祂来说根本不是事儿。
“不行。未成年禁止喝酒。”克莱恩无情拒绝，“痛痛痛——”
阿蒙的爪子和克莱恩的头发缠在了一起。
梅迪奇提出了一个馊主意，“我把你头发烧掉怎么样，一劳永逸。”
克莱恩“呵”了一声，“那你也别留长发啊，阿蒙都可以在你头上拿你头发做窝了。”
梅迪奇认真考虑了一下。
“你说得对，我确实没有剪过头发，或许我应该把头顶上的累赘剪掉一大半。”
“我帮你剪？”克莱恩试图开发咸鱼天使新业务。
“行啊。”梅迪奇爽快地答应了。

第十章 救赎蔷薇
在梅迪奇同意之后，克莱恩欢欢喜喜地推着祂回了房间。
阿蒙、亚当和乌洛琉斯，以及说是走了的列奥德罗，都凑过来看。
天使其实都无所谓头发这种东西，基本上就是一个发型千年不变，还是头一次有人要剪头发。

梅迪奇看着克莱恩跃跃欲试的样子，总感觉把头发交给克莱恩可能是个错误的选择。
“为了方便一把剪掉，我先给你打个麻花辫。”克莱恩振振有词。
梅迪奇对此持怀疑态度，“你只是单纯想先玩一玩我的头发吧。”
克莱恩干笑，梅迪奇“啧”了一声，倒也没有不让克莱恩下手。
收到都可以试试信号的克莱恩快乐地捞起梅迪奇的长发，开始工程量浩大的编麻花辫。
“你那是手还是脚？”梅迪奇瞥了一眼克莱恩从袍子下面钻出来的触手，有的拿着剪刀，有的捏着祂的头发。
克莱恩沉默了。
“肯定是脚。”阿蒙唯恐天下不乱地说，“毕竟原本它们所在的地方就是脚。”
“我觉得是手。”亚当插话，“手的定义是上肢前端能拿东西的部分，但是对周来说，祂的神话生物形态不分上下肢，所以去掉前半截定义，祂能拿东西的部分就是手。”
“我经常用尾巴递东西给你。”乌洛琉斯对梅迪奇说。
于是两票对一票。
结论是克莱恩的触手也算手。

就在他们说话的间隙，克莱恩就给梅迪奇把麻花辫打好了。
克莱恩左看右看，总觉得不太对。
好像麻花辫这个发型对于战争天使来说，实在是太温婉了。
恕克莱恩直言，他实在是想不出来梅迪奇能和什么温柔婉约沾边的地方。
介于列奥德罗已经在旁边已经快笑塌了他们现在所在的房间，克莱恩觉得梅迪奇可能想揍他一顿。
原本他想再搞个双马尾的，现在看来似乎还是快点剪掉这头过长的头发更适合祂。
也是为了避免自己的被揍。

于是克莱恩就下剪刀了，平平一刀。然后沉重的麻花辫掉在了地上，化作了一团火，在空气中消隐无踪。
他悄悄从历史投影中捞出一条发绳，给梅迪奇绑了一个利落的马尾。
克莱恩退后几步，感觉有些一言难尽。
因为他一刀剪的太平了，这个马尾毫无马尾的样子。
“……周，你的手艺真的不怎么样。”亚当说。
“没有关系，我修一修。”克莱恩决定用旧日级身体控制力给梅迪奇剪头发。他不信这样还剪不好看。

事实证明，他的审美还是靠谱的，在动用了旧日级能力，和把梅迪奇马尾剪成了最长也就到脖颈的短发之后，祂的头发总算和本人气质非常相称了。
“梅迪奇，你看看。”克莱恩摸出了一面镜子，“我手艺还是不错的。”
乌洛琉斯默默停止了给梅迪奇施加好运的举动。虽然祂也不知道自己的能力能不能影响到克莱恩身上。
不影响视野干净利落的刘海，稍微有点凌乱美的后发，在梅迪奇的脸的称托下，显得十分很合适。
“不错。”梅迪奇点了点头。
克莱恩看着干干净净的地面，又看了看梅迪奇没有一丝头发残留的衣服，不由得感慨非凡能力真的很好用。

深眠花海中。
黑夜与诡秘相对而坐。
“周？”阿曼妮西斯念了念这个称呼，“我倒是没有想到还能听见这么久远的语言。这是你本来的姓氏吧。”
克莱恩点了点头。
“那么你想从我这里交易什么呢？”阿曼妮西斯问，“其实你的主来自旧日我也知道，我查到了切尔诺贝利。”
“实际上，与其说是交易，不如说是我在预付一个未来会索取的报酬。”克莱恩说，“我或许要将一些东西放在你这里，不过不是现在。”
这片寂静的夜更深了，代表着此地主人正在思考。
“我想知道你真实的位格。”祂说。

这就是答应交易的意思。不过祂也会根据自己给出的答案来判断是否要进一步。
克莱恩勾了勾嘴角，“真神之上。”“不过我并不会插手众神之间的争斗，我并非这个时间的人，我也不想更改历史。”
阿曼妮西斯依然平静地望着克莱恩，祂身上似乎一种有着一种散不去的夜的静谧，让祂很难表达出什么情绪来。
“你未来需要我支付的报酬会超过真神吗？”祂问。
克莱恩摇头，“那是未来都事情，看你决定要支付到什么程度。”他笑了笑，“至少对我来说，你已经支付过报酬了——或许你已经猜到了，弗雷格拉还未彻底死去。”
“我知道。”黑夜用轻柔温和的声音说，“只是我现在不方便去清除祂的后手。”

克莱恩在阿曼妮西斯的国度里做客了很久才向祂告别。
他离开时，看见祂正仰头望着夜幕中高悬的红月。那颗不详而猩红的眼也注视着祂。
他下意识算了算日子，忽地发觉或许今日已至中秋。
“还有什么事吗？”阿曼妮西斯感受到克莱恩还未离开，转过身问。
克莱恩将历史投影中的月饼递给了祂。
苏式月饼，白色的酥皮上面透着一点金黄，一如千年前满月时的月亮，透出银白中泛着一点淡黄的光。
“……谢谢。”祂其实已经记不清那些旧日的小吃了，在第二纪，作为魔狼，祂吃得最多的是敌人的血肉。
克莱恩送完月饼，推开了门，化为灵之虫回归沉睡在源堡的本体。

“你最近很困？”造物主难得来找克莱恩一趟，却发现他在打瞌睡。
被迫加班的灵之虫从书堆里抬起头，打了一个大大的哈欠，“大部分力量都在压制原初。”他解释，“不过为了避免原初通过我影响外界，我跟本体联系不是很密切，具体发生了什么我并不是很清楚。”
造物主找克莱恩也正是因为这件事情。
与克莱恩不同，他身上的唯一性与非凡特性直接来自上帝，他受到的影响更严重些。
除去刚爬出来神智混沌的时候，造物主很少动用他的源质，甚至他有的时候，会分不清自己是那个苏联的研究员，还是创造了“一切”的上帝。

克莱恩嘴上说着会想想办法，心里却想起——
“救赎蔷薇”。

第十一章 过去与未来
克莱恩没怎么算过他来到这里的时间。
但是一定已经过去很久了，久到他跟梅迪奇都成了能勾肩搭背的好兄弟，久到阿蒙逐渐变成了克莱恩认识的那个恶劣的小乌鸦，久到克莱恩在这个纪元呆的时间，比他在第五纪呆的时间都长，长好多年。

只是对第五纪的他来说，第三纪所度过的岁月毫无意义。
如果真的能改变历史，福生玄黄天尊为什么不能遇见到他成为诡秘之主，提早在他身上动手脚在他晋升愚者的时候直接代替掉他，反而是被他压制得昏昏沉沉，逐渐失去了在他身上复苏的能力。
但是对第三纪的诡秘天使周来说，这一切并非毫无意义。
他与乌洛琉斯一起整理文献，与梅迪奇并肩作战，与亚当一起游历夜之国，逗弄阿蒙，开列奥德罗的玩笑，和奥塞库斯一起做弥撒，跟赫拉伯根讨论各种知识，和萨斯利尔一起加班，与造物主埋头在研究室做研究……
诸如此类的日常，数不胜数。
原来在那个光辉的纪元，天使们也如芸芸众生一般生活在这个世界上。
祂们切实地“活着”。

所以知晓未来的克莱恩，他想闭上眼睛。
正如乌洛琉斯常做的那样，面对不愿看见的未来，只能闭上眼睛。
命运这条河流一直在往前流淌，不因任何人的意志动摇。

“爱的福音洒向人间……”克莱恩低声吟诵，渐念渐缓，“愿主的荣光永存。”
底下的信徒虔诚闭目，静静祈祷。
诡秘天使归于隐秘，消失在了布道台上。
其实这件事情平时都不是他来做的，而是奥塞库斯或者乌洛琉斯的工作，但克莱恩今天忽然好奇，于是就接过了这项工作。但是他着实觉得实在是太过神棍了，决定以后再也不干这事儿了。

乌洛琉斯看向再次出现在文献室的克莱恩，将手上的画递给克莱恩。
画上是他们一群天使之王围着火锅吃得开心的样子。
梅迪奇正在和克莱恩用筷子打架，试图争抢一片土豆，而那片他们争抢的土豆正在赫拉伯根的手上，剩下那些消失的土豆则被亚当骗走了，祂正在给阿蒙喂土豆。乌洛琉斯更喜欢吃菠菜一些，不跟任何人抢。列奥德罗横扫火锅里的各种肉菜，奥塞库斯默默给火锅生火加热。造物主坐在一旁看他们吃，顺便享受奥塞库斯给祂开的小灶。
克莱恩盯了这张画好一会儿。
他忽然想起非常遥远的记忆，来自那个旧日都市名为周明瑞的青年的记忆。他那个时候每次回老家，都是这样一大桌子的人围在一起吃饭。不管平时这些亲戚有什么恩怨，饭桌上都是和和气气的，谁也不会在老人面前说坏话。
克莱恩下意识用手指点数了一下画上的人，他的脑子冒出了一些不合时宜的想法。
或许这张画应该命名为——
《萨斯利尔在加班》。

“可以把它送给我吗？”克莱恩问。
乌洛琉斯默默点头，将画塞进克莱恩的怀里，“本就是给你的。”
祂闭上了眼睛，不再注视克莱恩。

“你最近越来越沉默了。”克莱恩说。
“我看见乌云将至。”乌洛琉斯回答他，“周，你并非是这个时代的旁观者……”
“但我也不属于这个时代。”克莱恩接上。

他的灵性直觉忽然被触动了，似乎有什么存在正在向他呼救。
在灵界。
克莱恩想起了福根之犬，想起“七光”。
他马上根据灵之虫的定位开门赶过去，但是似乎有什么力量扭曲了他的落点，导致他并没有直接传送到福根之犬的所在地，而是远了几分。
夜幕在灵界降临，隐秘的力量掩饰着在此地肆虐者的行踪。
但是一切都指向了一个生死未卜的存在——毁灭魔狼弗雷格拉！
克莱恩感受到熟悉的气息曾经过此地，他猜想或许是安提戈努斯与祂的姐姐“天之母亲”。
那么他们来找福根之犬的意图也并不难猜。
弗雷格拉必定是因为位格跌落而暂时无法对黑夜动手，也无法继续在黑夜途径上升决意吞噬安提戈努斯强行跳转途径。而安提戈努斯，克莱恩无法猜测祂的想法，但是毫无疑问与祂所在的途径有关。
或许能顺藤摸瓜找到毁灭魔狼的本体。
克莱恩心里想着这一长串东西，手下动作却是不慢，他以自身权柄驱逐了此处的隐秘，救下了福根之犬们。
尽管他有追击的意图，福根之犬的状况却不允许他继续追踪。
克莱恩从“未来”投影里拿出生命手杖。他发现手上的生命手杖非常模糊，但却稳定存在。
按理来说，他没有任何可能从“未来”投影里取出任何东西，因为“未来”是不确定的。但是他既然能够取出生命手杖，说明他的未来确实确切地发生过了。
也就是说，他的的确确回到的是克莱恩·莫雷蒂的过去，而不是什么平行时空。

始作俑者早已逃离，只有灵界因为此事依旧混乱。
克莱恩勉强安抚了那些福根之犬，派了条灵之虫跟女神打报告去了，他相信有自己提供的那些信息，女神有办法找到弗雷格拉，并且破坏祂的复苏计划的。
已经可以预见的未来，不可更改的历史，克莱恩想起造物主，想起亚当。
“救赎蔷薇”，就一定要发生吗？
他想起每次神采飞扬向造物主报告战况的梅迪奇，想起即使是天使也每日向造物主做祷告的奥塞库斯，想起紧闭双眼的乌洛琉斯。
祂们会分道扬镳，反目成仇。
克莱恩觉得似乎有什么东西在舔他的腿。
他低头一看，那些福根之犬在他的触手里滚成一团，用自己的方式表达对他的感谢。
于是他笑起来，摸了摸这些忠心耿耿的狗子。

无论如何，如果没有他，这些福根之犬或许就会死在这里了。
他在第三纪的存在是有必要的。
说不定后来它们对自己这么友善就是因为祂曾救过它们呢？

处理好福根之犬的问题，克莱恩又回到了文献室，乌洛琉斯不在角落里咬尾巴了，取而代之的是嚣张地坐在那里翘着二郎腿看书的梅迪奇。
“你也好歹收拾收拾。”克莱恩抱怨，他的触手行动起来，把梅迪奇随手乱丢的书籍归类。
梅迪奇看了克莱恩一眼，“萨斯利尔说，要我们去巨人王庭商量一件事情。”

第十二章 黄昏
这是克莱恩第一次面对处理正事的萨斯利尔。
祂坐于长桌上首，如同造物主一般静候着天使之王们的到来。黄昏从窗外穿进来，落下一些暗淡的橘色光芒。阴影笼罩着房间最里，叫人看不清这位黑发及肩的“暗天使”的面容。
当梅迪奇和克莱恩来到这里时，萨斯利尔将目光投射到克莱恩身上。
“诡秘。”祂这般称呼克莱恩，“你可以坐在我的对面。”
于是克莱恩坐到了长桌的另一端，与萨斯利尔遥遥相对。
梅迪奇似乎对于萨斯利尔这个决定有些讶异，祂很熟门熟路地拉开了一张隔着克莱恩一个座位的椅子坐下。风、白、智三天使也早早就坐在了祂们的位置上。萨斯利尔右手边还空了一个位置，克莱恩可以感受到上面有隐秘的力量残留。祂猜想女神或许早已提早来过。右边的一排位置全都空着，或许是为了一些外来人准备的。
显然这种会议并不是第一次开，只是克莱恩是第一次参加而已。
他注意到乌洛琉斯的位置空着。

“聚合本能远超过我的想象……”萨斯利尔对他们说，“不出一年，另一个我就会控制不住聚合本能，成为‘上帝’。如果真的让原初在我身上复苏，会带来巨大的灾难。”
祂的声音很低沉，带着浓重的飘渺和疲惫。

一年？
克莱恩有些恍惚。
他究竟在这个时代活了多久？

奥塞库斯的声音响起，祂急切地询问萨斯利尔：“上次不是说还有十几年吗？”
因为奥塞库斯激动而变亮的光线驱散了一些这个房间的阴影。那位被称为神之左手的天国副君模糊不清的脸清晰了一些，克莱恩可以看见祂毫无人性光彩的眼瞳。幽暗深沉，仿佛没有任何光线可以从眼中逃离。
列奥德罗皱着眉对奥塞库斯说：“副君找我们到此，必然又有了其他办法。祂不会信口开河。”

长久的沉默。

“诡秘，我希望你能够帮我，如果计划出现失败，还要麻烦你压制原初。”萨斯利尔最终这样对克莱恩说，“我想这应该不违背你的原则。”
祂的语气对克莱恩很是客气，仿佛在面对一个同等级的存在。
在场几个天使眼中都出现了一丝不可置信，祂们似乎完全不敢相信这个与他们共同侍奉主的天使，位格居然能够与主等同。只有经常和克莱恩在一块儿的梅迪奇并不意外，祂早就注意到克莱恩对他并不刻意掩饰的其他途径的能力。祂在想的是另一个问题。
“我会的。”克莱恩说，“作为你在这里对我照顾的报酬……很抱歉不能帮到你。”
萨斯利尔摇了摇头。正如造物主没有问克莱恩未来如何一样，祂也没有就克莱恩这句话继续往下问。
祂环视了一下宫殿内。赫拉伯根静静缩在座位上，做出一副认真听讲的沉默，奥塞库斯担忧地看着祂，似乎下一刻就要祈祷，列奥德罗疑惑地看着克莱恩，似乎在纠结为什么克莱恩明明位格那么高还老是对祂的天打雷劈一惊一乍的。
这位主的半身说道：“我的计划是——”
“杀了我。”

散会后。
梅迪奇站在了克莱恩面前。
“你来自未来？”祂问。
克莱恩点头。
“主失败了？”
克莱恩迟疑。
“怎么，不能说？”
克莱恩沉默。
“啧，没意思。”
梅迪奇也没有继续追问下去，烦躁地揉了揉自己已经剪短的头发，然后留给克莱恩一个潇洒离去的背影。
而乌洛琉斯悄无声息地出现在了克莱恩背后，祂看着这位诡秘之主，张了张嘴。
“想说什么就说。”克莱恩对祂说。
“那个计划，是你的提议吧。”乌洛琉斯语气肯定。
这位面目平静的诡秘之主忽然对祂微笑了一下，“是啊。”克莱恩说，“因为这就是历史。”
乌洛琉斯静静注视着他，一副在等克莱恩说下文的神情。
过了一会儿，克莱恩才低声回答：“我和祂尝试了很多其他办法，都没有用……”

介于这几日天使们都很紧张和情绪低迷，造物主百忙之中抽出时间给克莱恩丢了一个任务。
找点有趣的事情给祂们放松下心情。
克莱恩有点愁。
他又不能抢罗塞尔功劳研发出那些“玩具”，比如扑克之类的，但要他原创什么游戏他又做不出来。
然后这种奇怪的忧愁让这两天不怎么跟他说话的梅迪奇都看不下去了。
“你什么事情能比主的事情还发愁？”
就是你主搞的事情。克莱恩腹诽。但是他觉得梅迪奇估计也没有什么好想法，就打算随便拿点什么话糊弄过去，免得因为想不出游戏这种小事情被梅迪奇嘲笑。
但因为克莱恩到这个时空之后为了维持人性，有意识地让自己把情绪表达在脸上，梅迪奇一下子就发现他想撒谎了。
“别拿谎话搪塞我。”祂说。
谎话……真话……
克莱恩下意识想着。
一个奇特的活动从他记忆深处冒出来了。
真心话大冒险！
“我觉得我不用发愁了。”他说，“我有办法了！”
虽然天使之王们秘密众多，不能进行真心话，但是搞点大冒险还是可以的，反正关起门来，也不会有人知道外面刚刚逼格拉满布道的天使，居然在屋内青蛙跳。
克莱恩激动地给了梅迪奇一个熊抱，然后快乐地跟造物主汇报这个想法去了。
梅迪奇：发生什么了？周又在抽什么风？

造物主觉得克莱恩的想法不错。
“……你要不要也来？”克莱恩问，“留给你的时间不多了。不论是否成功，这种相聚都再难重现了。”
黑发金瞳神父打扮的造物主思考了一会儿，最后还是选择了同意。
几个小时的空闲，祂还是抽得出来的。

所以，非常难得地，造物主和祂座下的天使们齐聚一堂。

第十三章 谁要女装？
克莱恩想出真心话大冒险这个损主意主要还是因为祂们神话生物着实没有什么人类游戏好玩，又不能抄袭未来老乡的要搞的东西。
所以说，罗塞尔当初为什么别的不抄全，现代那些个不用网络的游戏抄那么全？！
克莱恩震怒。
如果他回去一定要把黄涛揍一顿。
（第六纪正在陪女儿的某个黑皇帝忽然打了个喷嚏，他嘟囔着：“周明瑞不会又在想怎么坑我吧？”）

克莱恩摸出来一个九面骰和一打卡片。
“我与主商讨过后，决定由萨斯利尔来当主持。游戏规则很简单，当骰子掷出的点数与自己相同时，将要受到‘惩罚’，萨斯利尔会从卡片中随机抽取一张，上面写的内容就是要做的‘大冒险’或者要回答的‘真心话’。放心，没有什么危害。”他这么说。“还有就是不得用非凡能力干涉骰子和卡片，应该没有问题吧。”
这一点反倒让某位天使犯了难。
“我会尽力收束念头避免我的能力无意识影响到骰子。”乌洛琉斯认真地说道，“但是命运途径的特点就是会异常幸运，这是本能。”
克莱恩摇了摇头，表示这并不算什么大问题。
然后他的目光瞥到阿蒙那边，发现这位黑发的神子饶有兴致地盯着骰子看，注意到克莱恩在看祂，还对克莱恩露出了一个人畜无害的微笑，“我不会把骰子偷走的，毕竟它还要用于游戏不是吗？”
在场所有人（或许不包括造物主、萨斯利尔和亚当）对阿蒙的话语表示怀疑。
阿蒙摊了摊手，“就算我想，父亲也不会让我这么做的。”

现在皮球被踢给了造物主。
克莱恩其实早就感受到这位毛子老乡能搞的事情不比阿蒙少，所以他毫不怀疑最后骰子会掷出什么点数，完全是多方较劲的结果。
不过这也不是什么大问题。
非凡者玩游戏嘛，总要比普通人野一点。
一群天使之王和两个旧日玩真心话大冒险，当然要更野。

九位天使之王和造物主围坐成一个圈，从造物主开始，依次是亚当、阿蒙、赫拉伯根、奥塞库斯、列奥德罗、乌洛琉斯、梅迪奇、克莱恩，九个人各对应一到九的数字。克莱恩和造物主一左一右将作为主持的萨斯利尔夹在中间。
游戏开始了。
萨斯利尔掷骰的那一瞬间，克莱恩就感觉命运被触动了，他飞快地给乌洛琉斯施加了一定的干扰，让祂身上的被动能够短暂地不作用在骰子身上。
骰子停下来的一瞬间，被风不经意地翻了个面。
数字从6变成了8。
捏着数字8卡片的梅迪奇盯了一会儿那个骰子，又看了看正襟危坐，一脸严肃沉稳的风天使。
祂注意到主和克莱恩都没有反应。
然后祂挑了挑眉，向萨斯利尔伸出手，“不如让我自己抽？”
萨斯利尔对此并没有异议，他将卡片递给梅迪奇。这些卡片都被克莱恩做过了加密处理，没有人能轻易读出上面的内容。
梅迪奇随手抽了一张。

卡片化作了灰烬，在众人面前浮现出一行字迹。
“请表演跳火圈。”
梅迪奇看看卡片，又看看一脸期待的克莱恩，祂忽然有一种把在场所有人都打一顿的冲动。
尤其是造物主看起来似乎也饶有兴致的样子。
祂身边的乌洛琉斯两眼放空，假装自己什么都没看见。

可恶，堂堂红天使，像个动物一样跳火圈杂耍算什么样子。

但在行动上，梅迪奇还是愿赌服输的，祂打了个响指，一排火圈浮现在空中，然后纵身一跃，火红的发蹭着火圈的边飞扬，仿佛也是其上燃烧的火一般。

很快，掌声响了起来，从造物主和克莱恩那里开始，蔓延到所有的天使之王，包括乌洛琉斯都在轻轻用尾巴尖敲地。
然而梅迪奇只从克莱恩敷衍的掌声和表情中读出一句话——“猎人途径，挺会耍帅啊”。
作为第一个吃螃蟹的“幸运儿”，梅迪奇顿时报复心起。

所以当骰子第二次落地时，和地板碰撞出了一点火花，于是它又跳了两下，眼看着上面的数字要变成3，但一眨眼，发现数字其实是6。
“还挺可惜的。”阿蒙推了推单片眼镜，“我还挺好奇周的那堆卡片里会有什么东西呢。”
与阿蒙上挑的嘴角相对的，是表情明显不太愉快的列奥德罗。
由于倒霉蛋本人并没有要求，萨斯利尔这次没有让他抽卡，而是自己随便抽了一张出来。

“女装。”
卡片如此庄严宣誓道。
列奥德罗的脸又黑了一层。

“这里并没有提供需要的衣物。”祂试图做无谓的挣扎。
这个时候，相当贴心的克莱恩掏出三套衣服供祂选择。
其中一套包括了类似兔子耳朵的发箍、带蝴蝶结的抹胸连体衣和黑色网袜，以及一双高跟鞋。毫无疑问，这是一套“兔女郎”。另一套则是相当清凉的露脐紧身吊带配超短裙。只有最后一套，是一套看起来能遮得严严实实的修女服。
或许前两套女装对于天使之王来说有点太超前了。
“带兔耳朵那套看起来不错。”赫拉伯根试图用目光将那套衣服套在列奥德罗身上。
阿蒙似乎对中间那套更感兴趣。祂对着列奥德罗比划了一下那套衣服并试图直接把列奥德罗身上的衣服偷了。
运气不错，祂偷到了。
忽然裸奔的风天使涨红了脸，祂恶狠狠地瞪了一眼赫拉伯根，果断从克莱恩那里抢过了修女服穿换上。
这套黑白的修女服除了放量较小，穿在身上显得有些紧绷以外与列奥德罗平日穿的袍子区别并不大。然后祂戴上配套的头巾，忽略掉他的脸，乍一看还确实像一位身材很好的修女。
在祂换完的一瞬间，仿佛按下什么开关似的，整个房间充满了欢快的笑声。
在场所有人属红天使笑得最嚣张，甚至祂笑得前仰后合，看起来多少有些表演成分。
列奥德罗正憋了一肚子火，果断给梅迪奇劈了一道雷。
梅迪奇险险地躲过了这道雷。祂眯起眼睛，冷笑道：“原来风天使竟是这样输不起的家伙。”
克莱恩掏出一堆瓜子，祂给乌洛琉斯和造物主各塞了一点。造物主将瓜子递给了萨斯利尔。阿蒙从克莱恩手中偷了一点，并分给亚当一份。乌洛琉斯好心地将自己的瓜子分了一部分给赫拉伯根和奥塞库斯。
一群人就坐在那里嗑瓜子围观风火两重天的干架。
造物主还鼓起了掌。
旁边的萨斯利尔莫得感情地给造物主剥瓜子。

“挺好看的。”
造物主下了个结论。
“不过列奥德罗你该刮刮胡子了。这样更好看些。”
听了造物主的话，打不过梅迪奇的列奥德罗忽然觉得很没意思。
或者说，祂显得有点自闭。

第十四章 冒险
这边列奥德罗还在自闭，那边已经进入下一个环节了。

萨斯利尔再次拿起了骰子。
阿蒙又想搞手脚，亚当这次没有阻止，克莱恩猛瞅造物主，造物主正盯着列奥德罗思考。
是的，列奥德罗似乎忘记把女装脱下来了。这导致祂旁边赫拉伯根老是偷偷看祂。至于奥塞库斯，祂正在光明正大地扭头看人。总之，风天使的脸越来越红，越来越红，看起来就像是煮熟的螃蟹。不过不是羞的，是气的。
克莱恩的视线刚随着造物主转到列奥德罗身上，就发现一场大战即将再次打响，于是他果断悄悄把女装的历史投影取消了——代价是列奥德罗差点裸奔。
他对诡秘天使怒目而视。
克莱恩一脸无辜，仿佛刚恶作剧完的阿蒙。

骰子再次落地了。
数字9朝上。

说这里没有阿蒙动手脚克莱恩是不信的。但是造物主亲自出手干扰他，他对此也没有什么办法。
于是克莱恩认命一样闭着眼睛从萨斯利尔手里抽出一张卡片。
看见卡片上的内容，他的手颤抖了一下。
克莱恩有种想爆锤过去自己的冲动。

请烹饪一下自己的神话生物形态的一小块肉。

“自作孽，不可活。”克莱恩低声用汉语嘲讽自己，反正有隐秘权柄他也不怕有人听见。
作为唯一能听见的人，曾经去过中国交流学习的苏联人造物主努力回忆了一下当初学的中文，悲哀地发现祂好像学得不行，只能听懂后半句话。不过勉强也能猜到克莱恩在说什么。
“搬起石头砸自己的脚。”造物主一边笑一边对克莱恩说。
“这个大冒险，很适合周。”亚当补刀，祂也在微笑，不过没有什么温度。
克莱恩从祂的笑容中读出刚刚骰子会掷到9，跟亚当也脱不开关系。
诡秘之主的黑名单小本本上又给亚当记了一笔。
“会是什么味道？”梅迪奇好奇。
克莱恩脸黑了一会儿，然后双目无神地回答祂：“鸡肉味，嘎嘣脆。”
梅迪奇：？

请大家吃诡秘之主的触手是不可能的，毕竟在场序列一们别说吃了，就算只是直视诡秘之主本体估计都要疯。
克莱恩还记得自己刚开始立的门途径天使人设，掏出一堆血肉魔法捏的、类似星之虫模样的透明蠕虫下了锅。
自己斩断灵体之线还是很痛的。即使是诡秘之主的克莱恩也没能逃过这个痛楚，只是他面上不显而已。
这个时候他甚至有闲心胡思乱想：当初他跟阿蒙在神弃之地的时候，阿蒙看他自己啃自己一点也惊讶的样子，反而笑眯眯地问他味道怎么样，难道是因为看见过现在的诡秘天使表演自己吃自己？
很快，红烧星之虫出锅。
星之虫每个人各分一条，造物主有幸分得一条触手。
包括克莱恩本人，碗里也有一条。
反正里面没有含有什么非凡特性或者污染，就当普通的肉吃也行。克莱恩这么安慰自己，然后尝了一口。嗯，不错，糖色炒得很好，味道满分。看起来他好久不做饭手艺也没有退步。

“不是鸡肉味，也不脆。”乌洛琉斯发表实诚孩子的评价。
“好吃。”梅迪奇简单地表达了对美食的喜爱。
列奥德罗正在用力咀嚼星之虫泄愤。
赫拉伯根有点想拿去研究的想法，但是奥塞库斯把碗扣在祂脸上让祂一口闷了。
阿蒙好奇地把星之虫……捏爆浆了。连单片眼镜上都沾上了一点不明液体。
亚当看着糊了一脸星之虫浆的阿蒙叹了口气，祂掏出不知道是不是空想出来的手帕给阿蒙擦脸。
至于擦完脸的手帕，被梅迪奇打了个响指点燃烧成了灰烬。

快乐的美食环节过去，该轮到下一个倒霉蛋了。
毫无疑问，这个倒霉蛋就是阿蒙。
熊孩子把在座一圈都得罪了，不付出点代价也说不过去。
这件事情连造物主都默许了。

于是骰子非常“听话”地稳稳扭到了3。
克莱恩期待地看着萨斯利尔。
让他来看看会抽出什么吧！
金色传说！
……
其实没有金色传说。萨斯利尔看了一眼，然后开始念卡片上的字。
“体验一下人类分娩。”

宿命啊！
知道未来的克莱恩眼眶湿润了，克莱恩觉得事情不对劲，克莱恩想起来他根本没有加这张卡进去。
所以为什么会有这个东西出现啊！
灵之虫在脑子里呐喊，然后敲开了源堡大门，气势汹汹地进去询问本体怎么想的。
本体：Zzzzzzz……
值班的灵之虫告诉他，本体把写卡片这件事情交给了阿罗德斯。
好的，事情的真相水落石出。

克莱恩取出了堕落母神相关的封印物。
萨斯利尔接过了这件封印物。
造物主觉得这玩意儿污染太大。
亚当代替阿蒙表示了拒绝。
克莱恩觉得自己额头上的青筋在跳。

这就是爹吗！

在一阵混乱过后，这张卡片的内容还是被否决了。
虽然阿蒙本人似乎还挺跃跃欲试的。
但根据祂频频环视四周的样子来看，祂估计是想把孩子随机塞到别的倒霉蛋身上去。最可能的就是奥塞库斯。
毕竟祂比较有保证打得过的是奥塞库斯。

后面又有一些乱七八糟的游戏，比如说把人变成青蛙，比如说尝试一下有名的狼鱼罐头，比如说听一段不知名歌声。狼鱼罐头被全体感官敏锐的天使一致拒绝，至于某段不知名歌声，对大部分天使都杀伤力巨大，但造物主表示祂还挺欣赏这个风格。
克莱恩不合时宜地想起了真实造物主的呓语。
原来老乡是真的好这口。

叫是叫真心话大冒险，但是真心话环节是没有的，更何况现在已经是克莱恩记忆中的“背叛之宴”前夕，他觉得搞真心话未免会有些过于讽刺。不过只有大冒险的真心话大冒险也不错，神话生物玩得比普通人类花多了。
一场游戏下来，可以说是宾主尽欢。

天使之王们已经走了，留在房间的只有克莱恩和两个造物主——萨斯利尔也算是一个。
克莱恩看着造物主。
造物主很没形象也很无所谓地耸了耸肩。
祂知道了。
祂早就从克莱恩的态度里知道了未来的结局。
只是祂不会因此改变祂的计划。
祂也不会惧怕。

造物主向克莱恩要了一支烟（的历史投影）。
“周，你在你的过去，有没有去过苏联？”祂吸了一口烟，然后吐出一片灰白的雾气，“这烟不错，就是味道淡了点，跟我那时候不一样。”
克莱恩摇了摇头，“我没去过，也没有机会去。”

第十五章 曾经
“当任何一个思想走向极端的时候，那它离灭亡也差不多了。”

两个旧日面对面坐着，谁也没有继续说话。
萨斯利尔隐在黑暗中，就像不存在一样。
白色的烟雾从烟头升起、扩散，然后慢慢填满这片空间。克莱恩隔着烟雾望去，造物主金黑色的发变得模糊而朦胧起来，祂金色的眼似乎也充满了名为怀念的感情。

“你以前头发是什么颜色的？”克莱恩忽然问。
“金色。”造物主回答，“比现在这个更浅，阳光下几乎是白的。”祂指了指眼睛，“以前眼睛是蓝的，也是很浅的蓝。那么周呢？”
克莱恩指了指现在的脸，“无面人的能力很好用，跟以前一分不差。”
造物主弹了弹烟头，窸窸窣窣地落下一点灰尘来。祂把只剩烟嘴的香烟摁灭在地上，又从烟盒里抽出一支烟。一点光落在了烟头上，于是新的烟末端又亮起一点红色。
“那倒是挺不错。”造物主说，“我每天都得面对这张不熟悉的脸。”
克莱恩摇了摇头，“你愿意的话，观众途径的能力也能做到——你以前抽烟也这么凶吗？”
“是有一点烟瘾。”造物主叼着烟，“实验区范围内都不让抽烟。偶尔有机会就会抽很多。”
祂转头望向外面。
克莱恩顺着祂的视线看过去，发现那边的墙上不知道什么时候出现了一扇窗。
“我残留的过去的记忆不是很多，印象最深的是年少时喜欢靠着窗看外面。我家乡的雪景很好看。”祂说。
克莱恩凭借自己为数不多的现代记忆判断，无论是那扇窗还是外面的景色，造物主过去都算是苏联比较富裕的阶级了。对此他并没有说什么话。在一个人缅怀过去的时候，还是不要随意打断比较好。

造物主取出了第三根烟。
“你那个时候中国怎么样？”祂问。
“思想走向极端的部分会毁灭，但是思想本身是无法消灭的。”克莱恩平淡地勾出一个恰到好处的微笑，“总有人接过它传承下去，也会找到更正确的道路。”
“但是不去试试，怎么能百分百确定这个方向就是错的。”造物主说，祂吸了一口烟，吐出一片灰白的气，“那么，如果事实证明了我的错误，你会将今天的对话告诉祂吗？”
克莱恩看了造物主一眼。那双与亚当如出一辙的金色眼睛正静静注视着他。
“我会的。”克莱恩说。

第三根烟被掐灭了。
那扇边框堆满了积雪的窗消失了。
烟的历史投影到了时间。不论是地上的烟灰还是空中的烟雾都消失了。
怀念的错觉也消失了。

造物主的身影在这个房间渐渐淡去。
萨斯利尔从阴影里走出来。
祂说。

如果我变成了上帝，那么就杀了我吧。
记得留一片影子在巨人王廷，我想永远守在这里。

“作为造物主？”克莱恩问。
萨斯利尔很难得地否认了。
“不，作为主的副君。这是我的工作，也是我的责任。”
“……我知道了。”

在救赎蔷薇计划正式启动的档口，克莱恩清闲得要命。他几乎完全阅读完了造物主收集的典籍，并一一整理归类好了。
至于那个既定的未来，克莱恩不能插手，也无法插手。
他甚至某种意义上不算救赎蔷薇的一份子。
造物主在定下了救赎蔷薇的计划之后，拒绝了克莱恩所有的帮助。

这段时间梅迪奇总是完完整整地出去，带着一身伤回来，然后毫不客气地薅克莱恩的羊毛，让他拿出生命手杖治疗。克莱恩对于梅迪奇这种拿诡秘之主当移动治疗仪使唤的行为非常不满。
“你究竟去哪里了？”克莱恩用伤口转移能力把梅迪奇身上的伤口都转移到手臂上，“普通序列一可没办法把你打成这个样子。”
“嘶——”多个严重伤口叠加在一起的痛感让梅迪奇本能地倒抽了一口气，祂毫不怀疑这是克莱恩在报复祂，“黑夜没有告诉你吗，祂同主做了交易，我们需要找到天之母亲交给祂作为筹码。”
“就算难找，天之母亲也不能给你造成这么严重的伤吧。”克莱恩说。
“很遗憾，天之母亲在弗雷格拉身边待得时间相当久，祂利用了很多弗雷格拉残留下来的物品与陷阱。”梅迪奇被治好后就把坐姿从端正坐着变成了把脚翘在桌上。
克莱恩将生命手杖随手在桌子上一敲，木制都桌子很快长出枝桠和绿叶来，让梅迪奇没了舒服搁脚的地儿。
梅迪奇对此翻了个白眼。
“无聊的话就去找乌洛琉斯。”祂说，“祂跟你更有共同话题。”
克莱恩再次使用了生命手杖。他催发了梅迪奇头发里夹带着的一粒种子。
红天使摸了摸自己的头发，从上面拔下来一株红色的小花。
“和你很配。”克莱恩丢下这句就马上跑路了。

他可不想被红天使追杀十条街。
这会让他想起当初大喊大叫“救命啦，杀人啦”的画面居然被某无聊透顶的红恶灵记录下来反复播放的场景。
不过梅迪奇怎么会有门途径记录官能力的非凡物品？看起来还是某些特意制作出来无副作用的符咒——
克莱恩想到这里，忽然瞳孔地震。
他前段时间为了记录真心话大冒险的画面做了一批符咒，还给在场所有人都送了点。

这就是罪魁祸首竟是我自己吗？！

满怀后悔的克莱恩开门开到乌洛琉斯身边，顺手解除了生命手杖的历史投影。可怜这件等级不算很高的封印物，老是被诡秘之主逼着去医治天使级存在。

乌洛琉斯正以神话生物形态盘成一团在角落里生蘑菇。祂抬了抬眼皮，看见是克莱恩，就又闭上了眼睛。
克莱恩觉得这个角落不错，祂果断也变成了一部分神话生物形态，跟乌洛琉斯一起盘蘑菇。
他们的背后是一幅幅辉煌大气的壁画，从造物主出现在这片土地上开始，到他收服天使之王们，再到主的光辉洒满这片土地，神子出生，最后到救赎蔷薇。

“咣。”
这里的大门被推开了。
梅迪奇大步流星地走进来。
被吵醒的两个蘑菇茫然地看着祂。

梅迪奇刚要说什么，就被壁画吸引了视线。
祂从第一幅仔细地看到最后一幅。
然后祂问了乌洛琉斯一个问题。
“为什么画上面没有周？”

第十六章 背叛？
乌洛琉斯没有回答梅迪奇，倒是克莱恩开了口。
“我本来就算编外人员嘛。”他耸了耸肩，“而且就算画了，等千年之后，我来到这里的时候，也不会看见了吧。”克莱恩抬头看着恢弘的壁画，“风沙会侵蚀这幅画，让它色彩暗淡，让画像上的我们连身形面孔都看不出来。”
“既然都认不出来了，多你一个也不多。”梅迪奇拍了拍乌洛琉斯的蛇鳞，“把周加上，我觉得不该少祂。”
乌洛琉斯诧异地看着梅迪奇，但祂没有反对好友的话语，又变回人形提起了画笔。
克莱恩本想说些什么，梅迪奇却对他做了一个噤声的动作，“造物主座下是九位天使之王，圣典上是这么写的，对吧？你不许在这个时候耍赖。”
红天使微微低头注视着克莱恩，红色的发从祂耳边两侧垂下来。
克莱恩眨了眨眼。
梅迪奇的头发好像又长长了。
显然对方也注意到了这一点，祂随手拢了拢耳畔的头发，“下次有机会再帮我剪剪头发。”
“好。”克莱恩点头应下。

话是这么说，这个下次却没了下次。
某条灵之虫正坐在黑夜神国喝茶，忽然打翻了茶杯。阿曼妮西斯在面罩后面，用沉静如夜的目光注视着他。克莱恩抱歉地对祂笑了笑。
“上帝已死。”
黑夜女神闭上了眼。
“嗯。”祂轻声应道。
克莱恩从历史投影里拿出来两罐可乐，递了一罐给阿曼妮西斯。他喝了一大口可乐，打了一个碳酸味的嗝。
“他死了。”他说。
“嗯。”阿曼妮西斯接过可乐，也喝了一大口，然后像是忽然呛到了一样，咳了起来。
“我看见，我记录。”克莱恩使用了记录官的能力，将永暗之河的影子投射到阿曼妮西斯的身上，安抚了祂的失控。

诡秘天使站在巨人王庭的门口，他身上的漆黑羽翼，与暗天使萨斯利尔如出一辙，也算是“那位朋友”的遗赠。
“我来送你最后一程。”他说。
“周。”萨斯利尔开口。
祂身上浮现出许多黄铜色的眼睛。
诡秘之主抬起了手。
“源堡”的气息从祂身上浮现出来。
“再见，我的朋友。”周明瑞轻声说。
“再见。”
黄铜色的眼睛合上了。
“堕落”的气息在这座宫殿里沉寂下来。
影子睡着了。

命运河流的流向从不为任何人的意志所改变。
乌洛琉斯曾经这么说过。

狼狈的战争天使擦掉了脸上的血迹。祂啐了一口，将不知道变成了什么的一团被污染的内脏吐到地上。
自从追随造物主之后，祂很久没有受这么重的伤。
但祂现在依然无能为力。
命运河流的流向从不为任何人的意志所改变。
祂从未如此痛恨过这句话。

分裂之后的融合很不顺利。
上帝的精神存在于每一个碎片中，不因分裂而流失。
“堕落”降临在破碎的旧躯壳上。
所有人都知道，即使再次站起来，也将是真正的“新生”了。
上帝的新生。
于是这具新生的躯体在夜的刀刃下四分五裂。

最先逃跑的是智天使。
祂拿走了白塔的唯一性，或者说，在拿到的那一瞬间就急切地“吞”到肚子里。赫拉伯根与唯一性的融合是如此迅速与自然，不禁让人怀疑祂是否早有准备。
没有人能够来得及抓住祂的一片衣角。
接下来是渴望力量的风天使。
祂将那份“属于祂”的唯一性收入囊中。过去是隶属于主的雷霆，如今终于属于祂自己了。列奥德罗对于这件事情并没有太大的抵触。在计划失败的当下，祂的所作所为不过是一种止损。
最后纯白天使沉默地收起了被留下的那份唯一性。
祂年轻的面庞上浮现出疑惑。祂伸出手抓了抓，什么都没有抓到，只有四分五裂的遗体在地面上缓慢地变成某种污染的诅咒。于是奥塞库斯高举双手，习惯性地祈祷——“赞美太阳！”

银色的眼瞳藏在眼睑之后，不愿注视任何场景。但血还是沿着眼眶的缝隙往下流淌，滴落在地上。
命运天使窥探了不该窥探的命运。
祂的目光望向了序列之上。
画笔掉落在地，折成了两半。
画像之上，诡秘天使的模样渐渐隐去了，变得透明，且不稳定。
乌洛琉斯睁开了眼，看着未完成的壁画。血液从脸颊上划过，滴落在地上。
这张画不会有画完的一天了。

阿蒙守在陷入沉睡的亚当旁边。
祂惯是闲不下来的性子，此刻竟也颇有耐心。时之虫从祂脸上、手上落下来，在亚当的身上肆意攀爬，拉扯着祂的衣袍。
阿蒙托着脸颊，目光无聊地在亚当脸上打转。
在祂做出什么过分的决定之前，亚当醒了过来。金色的眼较之前显得更加锐利，犹如冰冷的金属。
“诡秘天使不见了哦。”阿蒙对祂说。
“我知道。”亚当回答祂，“父亲失败了。”
阿蒙愣了一下，然后又没心没肺一般地笑了起来，“是呀，失败了，好可惜啊。那么我们现在要怎么做呢？”
祂等待着亚当的回答，但是没有回答。
或许没有回答就是回答。
“错误”的唯一性扶正了单片眼镜，很快消失在原地。

混沌海失去了掌控者，污染从空间缝隙中流淌出来，同上帝的诅咒一并接管了这片曾经充满光辉的土地。无尽的夜笼罩了这里，吞噬了在此地的无数城邦。死亡的阴影藏在最后一点光背后，等待着收割堕落的灵魂。
造物主抛弃了祂的子民。
太阳陨落了。

克莱恩有一种预感。
命运表盘的指针已经不再在他身上转动，不断暗示着他马上就要抵达这段奇妙旅途的终点。
他提着一盏马灯，行走在这片突然被绝望笼罩的过去之地。

一朵烈焰照亮了前行的路。
克莱恩嗅到了血腥味。
红天使拨开了黑暗走到了他面前。
祂看起来相当疲惫。
暗红的眼里不再有着会跳跃的光。

祂说。
“我想听一听，真相。”

第十七章 决裂
“你想从我这里听到什么真相？”

红天使的头微微侧过去了一点，长发的阴影遮住了一部分脸庞。
“我不想听到的真相。”
祂说。
克莱恩叹了口气。
这声叹息就像一个信号，如同某些在梅迪奇看来荒谬得不该发生的事情一样，或者说代表了某种默认的回答。
火焰再次在那双暗红的眼中燃烧起来。拳头比话语更先到达克莱恩的身前。但怒火只冲击到了一块木头上。克莱恩的脸被一拳打得扭曲起来，很快幻象化作了实体，一个被随意捏出来的秘偶就这样报废。那块被用来障眼法的木头很快变得通红，然后化作了一地灰烬。
梅迪奇皱着眉，环顾四周。
克莱恩出现在祂的背后。他依然提着那盏不算很亮的马灯，站在黑暗中注视着梅迪奇。
招呼他的是一柄火焰巨剑。
与之前一样，克莱恩的幻象被火焰扭曲了，然后化作焦黑的木块。
巨剑的攻势却不减，只扭了个方向，向斜前方劈砍去。
一声响指。
克莱恩从火焰中跳跃出来，脚尖稳稳地踩在了梅迪奇的剑上。

“呵——”战争天使抽回了祂的剑，“你平日不是很能言善辩吗？这个时候怎么一句屁话都说不出来了。磨磨唧唧的，跟个娘们儿一样。”
“我的答案不是你想听的。”克莱恩说，他的眼瞳是幽暗的黑，无论是马灯的灯光还是剑上的火焰都无法让其中有些许光亮，“何况，我不信你不知道真相，又何必一定从我口中听到。”
梅迪奇用拳头表达了祂的想法，这一次这拳结结实实地砸在了克莱恩身上。只是梅迪奇感觉祂就像打在了一团难以言喻的东西上，滑腻、冰冷，却富有弹性。
本能的恐惧迫使祂闭上了双眼。
“怎么，你也是哪个主吗？”祂艰难地呼吸着，从牙缝里挤出一句嘲讽。
也不管梅迪奇是否能看见，克莱恩摇了摇头。
“我不是。我从来都不是。”

一鼓作气，再而衰。拳头的力量被卸去了，本就重伤的梅迪奇踉跄了两步，闭着眼往地上倒去。克莱恩伸出手扶住了祂，血液顺着他手的指缝往下流淌。
梅迪奇刚刚张开嘴，却没有发出声音，只有一大片血沫涌出来。
克莱恩半跪在地上看着祂。
“咳……之前与我交谈的那些，都是你的秘偶吗？”梅迪奇将那些多余的血沫都吐出来，然后问克莱恩。
“嗯。”诡秘之主点了点头，“但现在不是。”
“你也背叛了祂。不，你从未信仰过祂。哈，谁能想到造物主座下的天使会是超越真神的存在呢？”梅迪奇再次握住了落在地上的长剑。祂将自己撑起来，见克莱恩还要扶祂，就偏过去一些，躲开了，“序列一还不至于这么点伤就要死要活。”
祂随手捋了捋自己被血污纠缠在一起的头发，用力站了起来，往于克莱恩相对的方向迈了一步，然后与他擦肩而过。
克莱恩转过头看梅迪奇的背影。祂拖着巨剑，一步一步慢慢走进了黑暗中。

“你的本体从沉睡中苏醒过来了？”阿曼妮西斯问坐在祂对面的灵之虫。
“是啊。暂时压制住了天尊，祂一时半会已经无法对我产生什么威胁了。”克莱恩说，“不过还有一些收尾工作。虽然我并不属于这个时代，但是总还是有些事情放不下。”
“对祂们来说，你也无异于‘叛徒’吧。”祂说。
克莱恩沉默。

“就算再拼回去，他也回不来了。”克莱恩对乌洛琉斯说。
水银之蛇盯着克莱恩，吐了吐蛇信。
在救赎蔷薇计划结束之后，祂就离开了造物主的神国，躲到了一座隐蔽的塔中。
这不是祂能够插手的命运。
乌洛琉斯收走了克莱恩交给祂的萨斯利尔的遗物。
造物主最后剩下的一点人性与堕落权柄融合了，变成了一个漆黑的婴儿。祂只有额头正中有一只独眼。尽管祂因为虚弱，还在熟睡，但带着污染的疯狂还在不断向外辐射。
“这是你知道的未来吗？”祂问。
克莱恩深吸了一口气，然后回答祂。
“我所知道的未来是：救赎蔷薇没有救赎。”

“那么，再见了。”阿曼妮西斯对克莱恩说。
“未来再见。”克莱恩说。
隐秘笼罩了他，像橡皮擦一样把克莱恩擦去了。
诡秘天使消失了。

克莱恩的本体此刻正与乌洛琉斯面面相觑。
在面对时间的时候，无论祂们有多厉害，都会显出一种无能为力的颓势来。
长久的静默过后，乌洛琉斯先开了口。
“你的命运依然是不完整的。”
克莱恩愣了一下。
“什么？”他疑惑地询问。
但话音未落，他就已经消失在了乌洛琉斯面前。
而代替他出现的，是被克莱恩用沉眠符咒打昏的梅迪奇。
乌洛琉斯检查了一下对方身上的伤势，发现已经被控制住了。

人声鼎沸的街道上，一个影子缓缓地由浅变深，最终变成了一个实体。
来回走动的人们似乎对此毫无觉察，但又很自然地会避开他所在的地方。

“啊？”
克莱恩看着身边非常有特色的建筑物，发出了迷茫的声音。
房屋夸张的不对称风格狠狠地污染了他的眼睛，也让克莱恩知道了他正身处在哪个时代。
是曾经的“克莱恩”悉心研究过的——
第四纪。

“嗯？”
伯特利·亚伯拉罕今天本来是带着家中小辈出来走走，却注意到了街道上的不协调。
祂感受到一股强烈的序列聚合本能。
正好这个时候，克莱恩也注意到了附近似乎有一位“熟悉的老朋友”。他感受到一直很安分的“学徒”唯一性在他身上跳动了一下。
两个人视线相撞。
克莱恩僵住了。
克莱恩一下子就从迷茫中清醒了。
克莱恩想要大叫。
他努力地忍住自己想要拔腿就跑的冲动。

“真是不巧，我好像看见了熟悉的朋友，你先自己走走吧。”
克莱恩看见伯特利·亚伯拉罕拍了拍自家小辈的肩膀，然后向自己走来。

“不知道阁下想不想跟我交个朋友？”