God after all

Chapter 208 The Face of the Holy Son in the Lake of Light and Shadow
"My lord ordered, let me take you back to the castle."

The two front hooves of the white horse make a kneeling posture in front of the Son.

It bowed its head very politely.

Grasping the reins tightly, stepping on the saddle, Leng Ji turned over and sat on the horse's back, and stretched out his hand to Freya.

The elf girl blushed and felt her ears burning.

When she wrapped her arms around Shengzi's waist, she was so shy that she could hardly lift her head when her face was next to Shengzi's back.

Leng Leng pulled the rein, showing his superb talent for riding a horse.

The white horse galloped fast into the depths of the forest and arrived near the castle before the sunset.

Watching the two figures leave, the white horse turned around and walked towards the forest.

The bridle and saddle on the body, with it disappears into nothingness.

Leng Ji and Freya were the first to hear that the Prince of the Demon Realm had left the castle.

The second news was conveyed by Li Situ himself: the location of the Nicola Antique Store on Witch Street will be relocated.

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After leaving Nicholas, Mamen immediately contacted Leleon, the leader of the Krillottuya family.

Their meeting place is the Snow White Castle in the Rose Garden.

Where exactly this hidden place is located, no human being can know.

It hides in the fuzzy realm of the human world, and it is a virtual space created by Leyleon Krillottuya.

In this space, everything is illusory.

His Highness Mammon's visit made the members of the Clilot Tuya family keenly sense that something was wrong.

This big boy who behaved in his own way, with a rare seriousness on his face, asked to talk to everyone in private.

They walked along the shore of the lake, the sky above them was snowing heavily, and confusion enveloped the empty world.

The surface of the lake reflects the falling snowflakes and the pure white sky.

There were two figures staying on the shore, and behind them stood a dreamy and blurred castle, like a palace of a god standing in a world of ice and snow.

"It is said that as long as you stand on the shore of the lake and stare at the water, the water will reflect the images you are remembering in your heart and mind at this time."

"It turns out that His Highness has also heard about it."

"Lake of Light and Shadow! Except for the small and ignorant humans, who doesn't know that there is such a treasure in your residence."

Just an insignificant lake that reflects what is in the heart and mind, a magical mystery bestowed by magic.

Learion laughed when he learned that there was a treasure-like existence from the Mamen.

He chuckled for no reason, making the boy beside him raise his eyebrows and look sideways.

"Why, what are you laughing at?"

"Your Highness went to Nicholas, did you see anything?" Leon's humble attitude remained the same.

"I really can't hide anything from you."

Mammon thought about it for a second, and it was normal for Leon to guess that he had visited Li Situ.

The news that Michael went down to the mortal world and met with the strongest demon hunter was spread. As one of the members who participated in the plan to hunt the Son of God, it is impossible for him to stand still.

"I need you to help me find out the identity of a person."

The corner of Mamen's mouth curved into a sneer, and he walked along the lake without any scruples.

"Members of the Clilot Tuya family are distributed all over the world, incarnating in different identities and appearing in different places, but who knows your cursed fate—the ancient evil Gaara Yanmo!"

The foot he took missed, but instead of falling into the water, he walked in the void, near the center of the lake.

"As long as you give an order, your family will go through fire and water for you, and it is incumbent on you. Such sincerity is rare in this kind of world."

After listening to the narration, even Leon, who is as calm as Leon, can't help showing a trance on his plain face.

In his wine-red eyes, the scene of the image floating on the lake surface was reflected.

The entire surface of the lake is full of someone's image.

Long black hair, incomparably peerless beauty, wearing a crimson monk robe.

Leon was shocked, as if he saw some terrible taboo from the lake.

"Hey, what's your expression like?"

Mamen frowned, thinking that Leon on the shore was bewitched by the appearance of the image on the water.

At this moment, Leon's face was very solemn, and his eyes became cold.

Mammon sensed something was wrong.

Could it be that boy who called himself Yasi... Thinking of this, Mammon's expression changed drastically, and he dared not continue thinking about it.

"I understand."

"Understand what?" Mamen, who was confused, was in the center of the lake, and his figure flashed to the shore.

"He is the Holy Son, right?"

Leon did not directly confirm that the other party was the Holy Son, but only said that he looked like a person.

Mammon, who frowned tightly, felt an ominous omen, and fixed her eyes on the icy Leon.

"Like who?"

Mammon asked the question with a serious attitude.

"Your Highness, don't you know what Kegeas looks like?"

Leon's words hurt Mammon's heart, and his chest began to throb, and it was hard to accept Li Situ's mouth full of lies.

"I once saw the portrait of the black Lord hanging on the wall of the White Lord Isaac's temple residence before the fall in the heavenly realm, but I only saw it once."

"It's true that the black-haired boy is the Holy Son." Leon said firmly.

Mamen gritted her teeth, her facial muscles were distorted by anger, the veins on her forehead were exposed, and her fists were tightly clenched.

"How did you know for sure?"

"Once upon a time, the Lord of the Demon God showed me the face of Black Yahweh, such a unparalleled existence that people will never forget at a glance.

Although the Holy Son is still young, he looks like the Black Lord.

You have never seen the Son of God before, and you do not know the true face of the Son of God. "

"Like the Black Jehovah?" Mammon murmured to himself.

In his distant and vague memory, he only saw the portrait on the wall once, and he has never met anyone more beautiful than the portrait since then.

"Where is Your Highness going?"

"Nicolas."

"It's too late to go to Nicholas now, because Li Situ has already prepared how to evacuate just as you left."

Lelyon, who was always humble and bowed his head, looked up at Mammon, and saw his clenched hands with blue veins exposed, and bloodthirsty murderous aura wafting from his whole body.

"Is the prestige of the gods so attractive? Let the eldest brother be willing to turn against the demon god for the humble holy son, breaking the previous neutral attitude."

Mammon said this to herself.

After saying goodbye to Lelion Krillottuya, he went to Nicholas alone.

Walking on the gloomy streets of Witch Street covered with white snow, the oppressive atmosphere covers the old buildings that have experienced vicissitudes of life, and the place is full of obsolescence and decay.

As Mammon has seen and heard, the Witch Street is far less populated than other areas. It is a desolate, forgotten and barren place.

On the wide snow-covered roads, he rarely passed the cloaked Silent One.

The street was deep and silent, with no end in sight.

The destination of Mamen is a cross house standing in the middle of the street.

The house looks like a cross, with more than a dozen closed French windows, and some walls and windows are covered with vines.

Most notable, though, is the large cemetery not far from the end of the street.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a square at first glance, but it is all composed of slate tombstones lined with monuments, and each row is separated by a certain distance.

Under the tombstone, the old people who died in Witch Street are buried.

In the center of the cemetery, there is also a statue of an angel accompanying the tombstone.

With huge wings spread left and right, the female angel wearing a flower crown faces west.

The meaning of this statue is to protect the people who were born and those who died here.

(End of this chapter)