Author: I Love to Be Honest
The huge group of carriages traveled over the bright sea of clouds. The celestial horses stepped on the white clouds as if they were stepping on solid objects. As they galloped, the wind blew the soft, snow-white flocs into waves. This magnificent scene was so magnificent that Du Ze couldn't help but be attracted to it. He even forgot about the carnage inside the carriage.
Suddenly, there was a sense of weightlessness. It was the celestial horses pulling the carriage into the sea of clouds below. A thick white fog quickly passed by. Du Ze only felt his vision darken. The carriage had already passed through the clouds. In front of him was a divided chaotic continent – several interlaced white lines divided the chaotic continent into several areas. Because of the distance, he couldn't clearly see what those "white lines" were. Du Ze didn't know if it was because he was used to the brightness above the clouds, but he felt that the Chaos Continent was very dark and dim. This moment of contrast really made him feel like a god had fallen from the clouds and become a mortal.
The group of carriages descended very quickly. Du Ze stared at the small black dot below as it got bigger and closer. Finally, a palace that was thousands of square meters in size appeared in his field of vision. In front of the palace was a huge square that had been cleared for the whole group of carriages to land.
As soon as the three of them got out of the carriage, the soldiers who had been waiting at the gate of the palace blew their horns in unison and the court mages released magic fireworks to give them a warm welcome.
"Welcome to the eighth layer of heaven, Lord Governor and Lord Patrol Officer." The official at the front of the welcoming procession led everyone to bow their heads and kneel in front of the carriages. "The arrival of all of you has bestowed this place with supreme glory."
Du Ze glanced at the "I shine, therefore I exist" governor out of the corner of his eye. Well, it's really glorious. He couldn't help but praise the welcoming procession for kneeling in front of the governor: So clever!
In the face of the leader's compliment, the governor gave a proud snort and, surrounded by the crowd, walked arrogantly towards the palace. Xiu had released Old John so that Eric, who was facing the three of them, looked even more lonely. Seeing that Eric was looking at him, the dwarf opened his small hand. A tiny gray light leaped from his palm and passed through Eric's forehead. Xiu looked at the unscathed Eric and said, "What a pity," but his amber eyes did not show much regret. Instead, they were filled with the innocence and malice of a child playing a prank.
There was no doubt that if it were not for the prohibition of martial arts here, Xiu would have definitely killed Eric at that moment.
"Why are you two always dawdling?"
The governor roared at the gate of the palace. Xiu glanced at Eric, then pulled Du Ze towards the main army. Old John followed, leaving Eric frozen in place. He stood motionless for a long time, then silently walked away.
The leading official was unusually enthusiastic and respectful. According to the introduction, he was the consul of the Eighth Layer of Heaven. The Eighth Layer of Heaven was the name of a region. The Tian Clan's Primal Chaos Continent seemed to be divided into several regions, and each region was named after the number of days. Du Ze also discovered Yi Ye Zhi Qiu's outrageous laziness. This was simply the classification of heaven in Dante's "Divine Comedy." According to the setting, heaven was divided into nine layers of heaven. The first layer was at the bottom, and the ninth layer was the closest to God. In "Mixed Blood," the first layer of heaven should be at the edge of the Primal Chaos Continent, and the ninth layer should be the place where the God of Light will be met? Du Ze was actually at a loss. The main task of the Tian Clan's Primal Chaos Continent was still unclear. He thought this was an escort task, but his previous attack was ineffective and completely overruled his original conjecture. He had no idea what the God's Tower wanted the Tower Climbers to do.
At this time, the group of people were being warmly received by the consul. As the highest-ranking official of the Eighth Layer of Heaven, the consul unexpectedly kept them company. This kind of hospitality was not so much enthusiasm, but it was more like they were trying to please this group of people. After showing the crowd around the palace, the consul arranged luxurious accommodations for them. The glowing creature naturally enjoyed the best room. When it was Xiu and Eric's turn, there was a small problem with the allocation of rooms.
"I'll live with him?"
Xiu's voice did not fluctuate in the slightest as he flatly asked the question of him and Eric sharing a room. It was this emotionless tone that made the consul break out in a cold sweat.
"Sir Patrol Inspector, are you dissatisfied with this arrangement?"
In fact, the consul arranged a very large room for Xiu and Eric. It consisted of a common lounge and two bedrooms. Although the two bedrooms were next to each other, when the door was closed, there were two separate private spaces. Even so, the Moe Lord seemed to find it difficult to bear that his old enemy was only a wall away from him.
"Eyesore."
The poor consul couldn't tell whether Xiu was saying that he was an eyesore or that the other Patrol Inspector was an eyesore and didn't want to live together. At this moment, Eric also spoke up, "Are there any other rooms? I'll go there. "
"I'm sorry, but the other rooms are not worthy of your status."
"It doesn't matter, the ordinary ones are fine."
The consul stared at the light feathers on Eric's body and firmly shook his head. "This is against the rules. Your status is high and you must enjoy a room that matches your noble status."
He bowed deeply to Eric and Xiu: "Sir Patrol Inspectors, please have a good rest in this room."
No matter what Xiu or Eric said, the consul maintained his 90-degree bow and mechanically repeated his words. The attitude of the god tower is very clear. It is to put Xiu and Eric in the same space. The silly, cute reader silently adjusted his glasses and a flash of light passed through them. Ding.
This young man has already seen through you, author.
This is a very common plot in novels. Before the final battle, the protagonist may not have a sister or a younger brother, but he is bound to meet his old enemy. Then, in the bleak cold wind, they will have a final, fateful duel. After a fierce battle, the enemy fell and completed his life of giving experience to the protagonist. It was sad and tearful. Usually, before a duel, the author will arrange a plot for the protagonist and his old enemy to chat and have a heart-to-heart talk in the cold wind. After a conversation, both of them have a deeper understanding of each other and resonate with each other, but they still have to fight. This kind of "If it weren't for fate, we would be the best base (?)" Plot is more popular with readers than simply fighting each other, especially in a certain kind of ladies' group. They will often talk about sex.
In order to serve the vast number of readers, Yi Ye Zhi Qiu made a similar plot arrangement. You see, in order to let the Moe Lord and Eric have a heart-to-heart chat, he not only set a ban on martial arts, but also forced Xiu and Eric to have a two-person carriage play and two-person dormitory play. Du Ze can imagine that there will be more two-person play waiting for the Moe Lord and the Son of God. Yi Ye Zhi Qiu's evil intentions were so straightforward that some silly, cute person could not stand it anymore. The author waved the flag and shouted beside the Moe Lord and Eric: It's already been set to this point, you should be honest with each other!
Author, you're naughty again.
Xiu clearly expressed his displeasure. His wrinkled bun face looked unusually poking. Eric did not object. He looked at Du Ze and Xiu and seemed to be thinking about something. In the middle of the stalemate, a servant knocked on the door and came in.
"My Lord, the luncheon is ready."
The administrator finally exited the NPC mode and politely said to them: "This humble servant is holding a welcome banquet for you. I hope the two Lords will do me the honor of attending."
Du Ze thought it would be a small banquet, but he didn't expect the administrator to make such a big scene. The luncheon was held in a garden the size of four football fields. The tables were filled with fine food and colorful plants, looking beautiful and delicious. Everything at the banquet was arranged in a way that was very particular. People dressed up came and went from table to table. Wine fountains sprayed white foam in the air. Everywhere was permeated with the taste of luxury.
Du Ze could see the governor effortlessly. Even though the governor was surrounded by a large group of people, he still could not block the light of his presence. The people who passed by Xiu and Eric looked at them with admiration and eagerness. Soon, someone took the lead in expressing their goodwill, their words overflowing with praise. This was just the beginning. More and more people gathered, like tiny iron filings attracted by a magnet. Eric was soon surrounded. Many people wanted to get close to Xiu, but when Old John gracefully smashed a hole more than ten meters deep in the ground, no one dared to touch Xiu's unlucky head.
As a result, the two enjoyed a relatively quiet lunch. Old John went to the table to bring them food. Du Ze stared at the mechanical puppet with two plates in its hands, four plates on its arms, two plates on its shoulders, and one plate on its head. It walked towards them with a smile on its face. Du Ze and Xiu's ability to digest food was far from being able to keep up with Old John's speed. Some silly, cute person struggled to finish ten plates and died.
"Would you like to drink something to aid digestion?" Xiu suggested.
The speed at which Old John brought drinks was comparable to the speed at which he brought food. Not only were there a lot of drinks, but there was also a variety of drinks. Du Ze looked at the colorful goblets in front of him, and he was dazzled by the selection. At this time, Xiu reached for a goblet filled with a bluish-white liquid and held it in front of Du Ze.
"I remember you liked the taste of this."
Du Ze subconsciously took the glass. He smelled a faint fruity aroma. There was a sense of familiarity, but also a sense of unfamiliarity from a distant memory.
"This is fruit wine." Old John laughed and explained: "It is simple to make and tastes mellow. When you drink it, it makes you feel warm, so it is very popular with mercenaries."
Du Ze finally remembered when he had drunk this kind of wine. When he was climbing the snowy mountain, the wine Eddie gave him tasted like this. Du Ze took a sip. The familiar fruity aroma bloomed on his lips and tongue. The warmth flowed down his throat and he couldn't help but take another sip.
After a few mouthfuls, the glass was empty. Du Ze had just put down the empty glass when a new glass of fruit wine appeared under his eyes.
"There's still a lot here," Xiu said.
Du Ze stared at the curve of Xiu's mouth. He didn't know why he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis. Some silly, cute person asked cautiously: "Aren't you going to drink?"
"I'll drink." Xiu handed the glass to Du Ze and picked up a glass of fruit wine. Seeing this, Old John seemed to want to say something but hesitated: "Little master, drinking wine can lead to …"
Without waiting for Old John to finish speaking, Xiu drank the fruit wine in one gulp. Before he could put down the glass, he had already collapsed.
"Ding!"
The glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Du Ze hurriedly hugged the fallen Xiu. The Moe Lord was lying limply in his arms, his eyes closed, apparently unconscious. The dwarf's long, curly eyelashes fluttered with his breathing. His light brown hair slipped over his face and his white, tender face was dyed red by the alcohol. It was simply tempting people to commit a crime.
"Oh, I didn't think it would be like this." Old John shook his head helplessly and laughed in a helpless tone: "Little masters have never been good at drinking."
Du Ze sluggishly held the drunk Xiu, his worldview receiving an unprecedented shock.
Damn, this is not scientific! No matter in which fantasy novel, dwarves have always been set up as drunkards. The option given to them is: "Give me wine and I'll follow you." The dwarves in "Mixed Blood" also carried forward the spirit of wine, but the ancestor of the dwarves collapsed after one glass. What kind of rhythm is this?!
Old John saw Du Ze's doubts and explained: "Wine can numb the nerves. Dwarves require precision when making machinery, so the little masters don't drink."
… This is as powerful as a racial talent. Du Ze looked at Xiu in the crook of his arm. The Moe Lord is certainly not a person who can't drink. Unexpectedly, because of the dwarf's delicate body, he collapsed.
In this state, the Moe Lord naturally could not stay at the luncheon. Old John sent away the alarmed magistrate and other NPCs. Du Ze carried Xiu on his back and left the luncheon under the guidance of an attendant. Unsurprisingly, they were taken back to the previous double room. Du Ze carried Xiu into the bedroom on the left. He had just put the sleeping dwarf on the soft bed when he heard someone calling him.
"God's Emissary."
Eric's voice came from behind. Du Ze looked back and saw the blond, blue-eyed saint standing at the door, smiling brightly at him.
When your good friend's old enemy calls you, what do you do?
A: Ignore him.
B: Pay attention to him.
While Du Ze was struggling with the two options, Eric only did one thing, and that was to make some stupid, cute person give up treatment and choose B.
"You left out your book." In Eric's hand, an evil little yellow book shone brightly.
[System: Dear, did you drop a doujinshi, moral integrity, or soap ~ please answer.]
Some stupid, cute person's heart was instantly filled with "WTF". At lunch, he sat with the doujinshi under his buttocks. Later, a series of events made him completely forget the existence of that evildoer!
Why, why, was, it picked up by an old enemy, again …
Eric came over and handed the doujinshi to Du Ze. Probably because he caught a glimpse of the cover of the book, Eric's movements slightly paused, as if remembering something, and his neck turned red. When Du Ze looked over, the Son of God, who was always looking straight ahead, avoided his eyes for the first time.
Du Ze … Du Ze no longer thought about what kind of image he had in Eric's heart. He began to throw out his moral integrity: What's wrong with a man being a pervert!
Doujinshi: This child can be taught.
Seeing Du Ze calmly accept the doujinshi, Eric quickly returned to his normal state. Although there was still some redness on his skin, he once again looked at Du Ze with eyes full of the same firmness, undisguised joy and reverence.
"I can finally talk to you." Eric smiled brightly. He glanced at the unconscious Xiu on the bed. "If he were awake, I wouldn't be able to talk to the God's Emissary."
Du Ze silently gave the Son of God 32 thumbs up. Even though he knew that he was a gentleman (pervert) who carried erotic books with him, he still insisted that he was their savior. Du Ze actually thought about whether he should ask Eric for some information. It was this Son of God who led him to the Temple of Light to see the God of Light.
"God's Emissary, why are you with him?" Eric's voice was very soft, as if afraid of offending Du Ze and waking Xiu up.
"Why not destroy this heretic?"
"He is not a heretic!"
This was probably the first time in a long time that Du Ze had refuted someone so loudly. The subtle male voice was like ripples spreading on the surface of water, slightly shaking the air. Not only Eric, but even Du Ze, who was speaking, was stunned.
"… God's Emissary, my God has told me everything. He is indeed a heretic." Eric's tone became heavy. "Whether it is the connection between the front and back sides of the continent, or the coincidence of the god's world and the continent, the chaos continent is in its current state of chaos because of him."
The connection between the front and back sides of the continent was clearly his masterpiece – well, in the original "Mixed Blood," it was Xiu's masterpiece. As for the coincidence of the god's realm and the mainland being caused by Xiu, Du Ze felt that it was a bit of nonsense. Did the Light God push all the blame on the Moe Lord?!
"These are not the most important things. The most terrible thing about him as a heretic is that he will destroy the Chaos Continent!" Eric stared at Du Ze, not even letting go of the slightest tremble of the black-haired youth. "God's Emissary, you know this …"
Of course, he knew that whether it was Ye Zhi Qiu outside the novel or the Time Corridor inside the novel, they all straightforwardly showed him the fate of destruction, but –
"So what?"
"God's Emissary …?"
Eric's expression flashed with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that the God's Emissary he admired would say such a thing. Du Ze didn't seem to see Eric's shock. He stared at Eric's blond hair, which was a bright color that always gave people a good impression.
He knew such a person. Countless betrayals, countless betrayals, made that person be denied. Whether it was the value of his own existence or the certainty of his own existence, it was all denied by others.
[If you die, everyone will be happy.]
So the poor man didn't know who he was. He collapsed and became absolutely lonely. Because there was no self-existence, there was no concept of life, so that person treated everyone, including himself, as symbols without concept.
[But I am not happy. So in order to make me happy, everyone should die, huh?]
This is the protagonist of "Mixed Blood."
"He will destroy the world, so I will stop him." Du Ze said.
Eric's eyes lit up, but he didn't have time to be happy. He saw the black-haired youth opposite him coldly say: "You choose to kill, I choose to save, that's all."
Du Ze's eyes were cold and without any meaning, but Eric's heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't tell if it was anger or shame.
– Love all people, redeem sinners; let ordinary people believe in the light, let the fallen return to the light. Isn't this what the Temple of Light advocates?
That person was so ridiculing.
The author has something to say: One more thing, I'm playing OTL.
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