The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

After all, Kosiche is quite curious about this issue.

Feeling the "what's all the fuss about" look from Kosiche, Jeragond fell into deep self-doubt.

'Is it normal for others of the same race in the outside world to be like this? '

"...Okay, but you need to tell me the final research conclusion."

"no problem."

……

"Your Excellency Jeragond, when will you come back? I can't stand it any longer."

In order to prevent her captain of the bodyguard and the god she believed in from being discovered, the saint named Enya Shivaash could only complete the work of the captain of the bodyguard together.

Chapter 21: Do gods also have love needs?

Jeragonde and Coscich chatted all afternoon, and the industrious saint also worked all afternoon.

"Is it so dangerous in the deep sea? So many compatriots have been eroded by Hai Hei?"

"Yes, those slippery, tentacle-like creatures seem to never stop evolving. Fortunately, there are ways to guard against them."

"What is it?"

"They will not deliberately guard against attacks from their own kind, but as long as you have a trace of their blood, they will regard you as a kindred spirit."

"...It sounds really scary."

"But according to my observation, strong-willed individuals can achieve coexistence with the heirs parasitic on themselves through special means..."

“You have such a colorful life.”

"You live too narrowly, Yeragond."

Just as the two people were lying on the rocking chairs, drinking tea and chatting like two old guys in their twilight years, there were knocks at the door.

"Do you need me to avoid it?"

"No need, there is my current saint outside. She can be trusted."

Jeragond uses the wind and snow outside to convey his voice.

"Come in, little Enya."

Enya opened the door.

Although this holy residence looks no different from an ordinary house, the people who live here attach an indestructible value to this house.

Only saints can enter with the permission of the gods.

But the scene before her eyes shocked Enya.

A young man with green hair, wearing a monocle, covered with a blanket, and holding a teacup in his hand was talking and laughing with Yeragonde.

Such an image was premature for a devout follower of Jeragond.

"Enya, don't be in a daze, come over here."

Jeragond beckoned Enya to come inside.

After that, just like an old lady introducing her good granddaughter, she excitedly introduced to Cosiche:

"This is my current saint, her name is Enya..."

Then, he introduced Cosiche to Enya.

"This is my friend... Mobius, the prototype of the wendigo in the legend [Yeragond Conquers the Wendigo] that you made up."

"Hello, Lord Mobius."

Enya bowed solemnly.

In fact, Enya also heard this story when she was a child.

The content seems to be that one day, a snow monster covered in snow and whose face could not be seen clearly invaded Kjerag from the outside world. As a result, he was impressed by the charm and power of the wise and powerful Lord Yelagund, and was finally captured by Lord Yelagund. Conquer.

"Hello... Yeragond, why didn't I know that you Kjerag still have this legend? You are slandering me!"

"This... I'm not very clear about it, but this legend is like a folk tale. It was created by the people themselves. It has been circulating for some years, and is even included in Manzhu Academy... When I noticed it and wanted to stop it, it was already too late. ”

Hearing Jeragond's insincere explanation, Kosich felt a little suspicious.

I've been here several times before, but I haven't found any books recording this story.

Could it be that the other party deliberately hid it?

"It's really not me! Unlike you, I like to write hymns to myself!"

After hearing Yeragonde's explanation, Enya just wanted to get away from this place of right and wrong as quickly as possible to avoid becoming the first saint to be deposed by the gods himself the next day because she knew something she shouldn't know.

"Dear Lord Mobius, do you need me to ban the spread of stories from now on?"

Enya probed cautiously.

There is no way, the other party seems to be on the same level as his own god. If he accidentally angers the other party, the current Kjerag may not be able to withstand the anger of the god.

After all, Yeragond can suppress natural disasters, but there is no guarantee that the other party can create natural disasters.

"No need...actually I don't care about these false names. If you want to treat them as part of your culture, just use them."

Cosiche lost his excitement in arguing with Jeragonde and became kindly.

'Obviously I care a lot. '

Yeragond murmured inwardly, but still smiled on the outside and said:

"Relax, Mobius and I have been old friends for many years. He really doesn't care about such small things, but I hope that next time there is such a story created by the people, you will have to control it."

"I respect your will."

Enya saluted. She originally planned to draw the god to go back to work, but she couldn't say it.

She bowed to Cosiche again and hurriedly left this place of right and wrong.

But having said that, the scene of Master Yeragonde and Master Mobius lying face to face on the rocking chairs is quite harmonious.

'No wonder there is a strange being visiting Yeragund from time to time in the records of previous generations of saints.Could it be that the gods also...'

Snapped!

She hastily stopped the blasphemous thought.

……

"This saint of yours is of good quality. She doesn't make as much fuss as her predecessors."

"I'm really satisfied with Enya, but I think her seniors are also pretty good."

"...By the way, my body needs to rest. Please help me settle it."

"Existences like you and me still need sleep?"

"I don't need it, but this body does. If they operate irrationally, it will only damage the body and shorten the lifespan."

"You can attach your will to me and continue chatting. I'm almost bored to death if I stay in the snow all the time."

"...You have such a big heart."

"Haha, with your current will, do you think you can take me away?"

"...Maybe I'm showing weakness on purpose?"

"But you wouldn't do that, would you?"

"...Put on that monocle."

Moebius, who was sitting in the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and Yeragond took off the monocle from his left eye and put it on his own left eye.

"I originally thought you would attach your will to this body, but I didn't expect it to be on the glasses. Have you made any new progress in developing your own abilities?"

"It's much better than some 'god' who lives in the snowy mountains every day and can only use his abilities instinctively like a beast."

"...Your body is now on my left eye. If I throw it into the ice, will it make you feel cold?"

"...Let's continue to talk about the changes in the situation in Terra today."

Under the dim light of the fire, a man covered with blankets lay on a rocking chair, sleeping like a baby.

A woman with a monocle on her left eye was sitting in a rocking chair, facing the stove, and murmuring softly.

'If your saint saw this scene, would she think the god she believed in was crazy? '

'Cosiche, you really know how to chat. '

'Thank you for the compliment. '

Chapter 22 Kosiche: Unity is strength

Cosiche stayed for a few days at the holy residence of Jeragonde.

During this period, Jeragond made him Kjerag's special delicacy - cheese fondue.

And Cosiche also showed some tricks to Jeragonde.

As an immortal who has rich life experience and likes to run around, it is normal for him to learn a few tricks of local cuisine.

A long lifespan and the ability to control the body from multiple threads are enough to support Kosich to spend time on things that interest him.

Victoria cake, Longmen barbecued pork buns, Ursus frozen meat, etc...

In fact, if the conditions were not limited, he could even try the Manchu-Han Banquet in Yan Kingdom.

"The outside world sounds like a really interesting place."

Cosiche and Jeragond worked together to clean up the mess.

They can't spread the word and ask the saint to come and help, right?

Instead of inviting the other party to dinner, he asked the other party to clean up the mess.

Yeragond asked himself if he was not such a despicable god.

And Cosiche is pure indifference.

He never paid attention to such little things.

"If you find it interesting, why not go out and see for yourself?"

Kosiche responded while washing the dishes.

"You don't need to stay here all the time now. The remaining power can still suppress the natural disaster for a while."

"Besides, I'm going to hold a grand festival for myself next year. Do you want to come and visit?"

Jeragond put away the dishes and chopsticks that Kosich had cleaned and responded.

"Will this cause you any trouble?"

"No, rather, I will take the initiative to cause trouble when the time comes."

"...Don't they have a long memory? Why did it happen again not long after?"

"Haha, so you still know too little about short-lived species. What we see in the near future is different from theirs, and they won't learn any lessons from history... Are you coming?"

"Okay, but how do I get there?"

"When the time comes, just hide your identity and go, and someone will come to pick you up."

"Those loyal followers of yours whom you call [Snake Scales]?"

"I don't think they believe in me from the bottom of their hearts, nor do I think they are very loyal. They just get what they need... but they are really useful for some innocuous little things."

"...Cosiche, you can actually trust them a little more. I have met your subordinates before, and I can feel his heartfelt respect and love for you from the eyes of that young child."

"...Is it possible that your eyes are dim?"

"You're really good at ruining the mood, Cosiche."

Jeragond and Koscich dropped the subject.

Some things are just fine.

……