God after all

Chapter 27 The agent who monitors the world for the gods

Since the divine catastrophe erupted in Forgotten City in the winter of 2999, time here has stopped.

There is no night and no dawn, and the darkness and gloom hovers forever in the sky, and the sky and the earth are gray and vicissitudes, silent as death.

It was God who took away the flowing time with his own hands, causing the color of despair in the sky to be frozen, and it has been, has been... not to dissipate.

Human beings who are far away from the Forgotten City, whenever they look up at the sky, can't help feeling sad for the vast abyss like the ocean.

The scene of depravity, death, and desolation full of decadence shakes the human soul all the time.

The drizzle kisses the earth like dense silk threads.

The old man was still sitting on the carved wooden low stool as usual, leaning against the door frame in silence, a fat cat lying at his feet.

The patter of rain is crisp.

The old man, who was not moving at first, suddenly turned his face away, silently staring at a certain place, his empty eyes shifted direction, and vigilance flashed in his eyes.

The sudden meowing sound confirmed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. The lazy orange cat was furry all over, and a silent figure appeared in the cat's pupils.

A man in a suit and leather shoes holds a black umbrella in his hand, wears a mysterious clown mask on his face, has brilliant golden curly hair all over his body, and his black leather shoes are stained with muddy sewage on the ground.

When he came, he squinted at the old man.

The old man's dull eyes also fixed on his face, as if the blindness was just an illusion.

The footsteps stopped, and the visitor holding the umbrella never looked away. The brilliant and magnificent pupils seemed to be cast from two pieces of golden lava, and the happy and dignified demeanor of a king drifted from the whole body.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, the roof, the doors and windows, and the ground... destroying the silence of the surrounding atmosphere.

The grinning cat fell silent. Even the beast could vaguely sense that something was wrong, fearful of the visitor's majesty that could not be offended and profane.

"This breath... I wonder which god you are?"

The old man spoke quietly, with a steady and steady voice.There was no panic on his lined face.

"I'm just God's agent in the world."

The clown mask worn on the face has a fascinated smile on the corner of the mouth, and an indescribable mysterious smile is hidden in the exposed pupils.

The cat was stunned, and stepped back, with its tail between its buttocks and fled towards the house.The old man turned a deaf ear to the movement it brought.

"Could it be that you are the guardian of the Man in the Iron Mask?"

"you are right."

The envoy confessed without any concealment and harmless.

The air froze for a moment.

Who is the Guardian?This matter has always been a secret that the Holy Spirit Knights want to know, but it is a pity that the organization has been unable to investigate.

Although Leng Ji, the Man in the Iron Mask, admitted that the Guardians do exist, he didn't mention the origin of his identity.

Knowing about the guardian around Leng Ji was the truth that Eliza Cuthbert leaked to the top of the organization.

After ten seconds of silence, the old man who had some insight said something: "What's the use of forgetting?"

"Just for a walk."

I'm afraid this sentence is not convincing, but he said it as a matter of course, and the cloud is calm and clear.

The corners of his eyes floated up slightly, and the smile in his pupils was subtle.If the old man could see it, he would probably be confused by it.

"The dark nobles have taken action, why don't you go and have a look?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

The old man's voice and expression were as calm as that of the messenger of God.

"Is that really the case? I didn't notice it."

Putting away the black umbrella, the rain drenched without any scruples, and the rain soaked into the golden eyes.

"The Holy Spirit Knights organization you belong to will also be dispatched. There will be a disaster there, why don't you go and watch it?"

"I won't go, old man, I'll just stay here."

"Stay here?"

Hearing the envoy's ambiguous questioning in a flirtatious tone, the old man didn't make any excuses and remained unmoved.

"How long can you keep it? As long as the dark nobles want to, they can finish you here in minutes. It's not clear to you that the reason why they haven't touched you for so long is just for God's sake."

"Thanks to Shenwei, I can live until now."

As expected of an old man who is like an old monk in meditation, he seems to have no wavering and fear.

You must know that the character he is facing now is a strong man who even the gods are in awe of.

"I have God's will here to convey to you, are you willing to listen?"

Although the envoy spoke lightly, the dangerous aura reflected in the words was everywhere.

In the depths of the pupils, the color of horror gradually surged, implying the old man's panic.

With dry and wrinkled lips like dead wood, he said, "Is it God's will?"

"you can say it this way."

"Which god is it?"

The old man waited for the envoy's next words, and heard the words "king of the gods" drifting into his ears along with the cold wind.

Now it was the old man's turn to be shocked again, with strong emotional ups and downs.

"Is it the ancestor of all gods?"

The low, contemplative tone had a hint of resignation, and the old man with his face down fell into deep thought.

"If you don't dislike it, can you come in the humble house?"

Grasping the cane with his withered fingers, he stood up with strength, turned his back to the envoy in a hunched posture, and walked to the inside of the open door.

"My old man probably understands your visit. The dark nobles are eyeing the forbidden area, right? Then, what is the will of the ancestor of the gods?"

"It's a prophecy."

The voice from behind seemed to have a strange magic power, hindering the old man's progress.

He turned his head, his blindness prevented him from seeing the envoy bending down and stroking the orange cat's head.

Facing the outstretched hand for no reason, the fat cat was so frightened that its hairs stood on end at first, and it fell limp on the ground and forgot to run away. God dispelled its fear with the touch of its fingers.

It actually boldly jumped onto the shoulder of the envoy, seeing the old man turn around and continue to lead the way.

"What kind of prophecy is it? I can trouble God's envoy to visit my humble house."

"As an ordinary person, you just follow the arrangement."

God makes the meaning of this sentence obvious, and will not tell the prophecy the whole story.Because he is an ordinary person, he is not qualified to know, to put it bluntly, he is not worthy.

"It's all right to listen to you."

The lights in the room are a little dim, and the hazy light is sprinkled with all kinds of miscellaneous items.The layout is quite antique, because the wooden elevated shelves are all engraved with old carvings.

A deep corridor separates the cash register from one side of the furnishings.

At first glance, it looks like an ordinary small grocery store. When entering the house for the first time, it gives people the impression of a spacious space.

The long corridor stretched straight into the dark depths, leading to nowhere.

Looking around the room, the emissary showed an inexplicable smile on his face.

"If one day the dark aristocrats attack, you don't have to desperately guard this place with your old bones."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing such a sentence, the old man felt chills all over his body.

"Is this to abandon the taboo area? Don't you understand what will happen if this place is lost?"

"I will bear the consequences."

God made Michael speak calmly as usual.

He stepped forward and asked, "Is the loss of the taboo area important, or the plan of the ancestor of the gods?"

The old man's eyes widened suddenly, and the calmness on his face was replaced by shock.

"You are one of the few mortals—those who know the secrets hidden by the gods—and the gods have been very kind to keep you until now.

Besides, Leng Ji's fate... As the number one fortune teller in King's Landing Kingdom, didn't you predict it? "

The old man was a little unsteady, and sat back on a chair in the corner.

(End of this chapter)