Anna didn't mind and swung her hand, too lazy to bandage her wound.
Compared to the wound on her hand, she was more concerned about being mocked by her love rival in front of everyone, then falling to the ground like that.
"Aaaargh! It's all this ceremony's fault, I'm so mad! "
Anna shouted in annoyance.
Hoh!
Flames spread out from her back, forming a pair of wings.
Anna jumped up and flew high and low in the air. It took her a lot of effort to find the right direction.
She flew up to the Resting Platform of Death.
— — -this is the sacred and inviolable territory of the God of Death.
She's completely drunk.
…
Anna stood on top of the platform that symbolizes God, looking around.
"Other than a broken rock, there's nothing here"
Anna muttered, unaware of what she was doing.
Other than a black rock that symbolizes the Sleeping Cache, there's nothing else here.
That's right, the Holy Church of Death used this black rock to symbolize the Sleeping Cache.
The Sleeping Cache is a treasure that the God of Death carries with him, so of course it wouldn't actually appear here.
Perhaps there were a few brave people in history who risked blasphemy and flew up to observe the Resting Platform of Death from a close distance.
But there would never be anyone like Anna, flying up to the platform in a drunken state and refusing to go down.
An unprecedented scene in the history of the Medici clan had occurred.
— — Anna sat down on top of the Resting Platform of Death.
Even though he was sitting here, he was still bored.
Her feet were in the air, her hand holding the bottle of liquor, thinking.
"When I get to the Union, I'll first use this to put that little girl down, then use that to let her know that she can't just say whatever she wants, and finally, to leave a lasting impression on her, I'll use the ultimate technique …"
While she was thinking, she kept pouring liquor into her mouth.
Her body was burning up, but she could feel something cold on her chest.
This thing on her chest made her very uncomfortable.
Anna reached inside and took out a small statue of the God of Death.
A Life Substitution Contract.
— — -the only relic of the God of Death that the Medici clan's ancestor obtained.
Anna put it on the stone platform next to her.
A sharp pain came from her hand.
"Ah!"
She screamed in pain.
The skin on her hand had already been scraped off, and she hadn't treated it yet, so blood was still flowing out intermittently.
As luck would have it, she grabbed the Death God's Keepsake and slammed it onto the stone platform.
Blood gushed out from the wound on his hand and flowed down the small Death God statue onto the stone platform that symbolized the Sleeping Treasure Chest.
The fresh blood, the statue of the Grim Reaper, and the Sleeping Treasure Chest were all connected.
A curious reaction took place.
Invisibly, something quietly descended, silently lurking behind Anna, watching her.
Anna knew nothing about it.
"Oh! It hurts … I'm not feeling good. "She covered the wound on her hand and groaned in pain.
Anna put down the bottle and rummaged through her backpack. She took out some first aid supplies and treated her hand.
Her head was heavy, and Anna almost fell asleep.
"It's so stuffy. If only there was a little wind." She said to herself.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew from nowhere.
The wind made Anna feel refreshed.
She had no idea that she had already completed her deal with the Grim Reaper and obtained a gust of wind.
If that was all, she would have become the worshipper who made the fewest wishes to God among countless worlds and civilizations.
The invisible presence behind her was also about to dissipate.
All of a sudden, Anna noticed something was wrong.
"Oh no" she muttered.
A familiar feeling settled in her chest.
— — -she was going to throw up.
She threw up just like that!
Anna turned around and spat out a mouthful of liquor at the stone platform that symbolized the Sleeping Treasure Chest.
"Blargh …"
"Blargh …"
"… So uncomfortable, did I drink too much?"
While gasping for air, she took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.
But unbeknownst to her, just as the invisible presence was about to leave, she vomited all over herself.
The invisible presence stood still on the stone platform, not moving at all.
It had never seen anything like this before.
Anna didn't seem to notice it at all.
After throwing up, she felt a bit better.
Looking around, Anna was surprised: "Ah? When did I get up here? This isn't a good place to sleep, I'll be done for if I fall "
Saying so, Anna held the bottle of liquor and leapt down to the ground.
After getting some wind, her temples started to hurt a bit.
The aftereffects of the liquor were starting to kick in.
Anna staggered back to where she was sitting.
On the platform, an intense current of air was changing.
The current of air came crashing down, landing not too far in front of Anna, facing her.
Following the movement of the current, the 12 dog-faced giant statues that stood around the Holy Temple all looked down at the same time.
For the first time in several thousand years, they moved.
Unfortunately, no one noticed this.
The current of air returned to silence, hovering in the air, glaring at Anna.
This person who offended God, must be punished — — -
Hm?
What is this smell?
The current of air looked down in confusion.
Only to see a glass of liquor that gave off an alluring aroma.
This is liquor …
It's been a few thousand years since I've smelled something like this …
At this point, Anna had already returned to where she was sitting.
She suddenly saw a black figure licking the glass that she put on the ground.
Anna's intoxicated eyes opened wide as she angrily rushed forward.
She shouted: "That's my glass!"
The black figure was startled and took a few steps back with the glass in its mouth.
Anna suddenly regained her senses and froze in place.
Aside from me, where else could there be a living being in the Holy Temple?
Even a God can't be a living being.
She patted her face, forced herself to calm down and looked at the black figure again.
"Honorable — –" Anna couldn't finish her words.
Because she finally saw that this wasn't a God!
This was clearly a black dog!
That's right, a dog.
Why would the Death God lick my glass?
Anna sighed in relief.
But, where did this dog come from?
She walked forward.
The dog didn't move.
She walked in front of the dog.
The dog held the glass in its mouth, squinting its eyes as it stared at her.
A solemn and heavy presence appeared from its body, slowly condensing into an invisible, mysterious power.
This power was about to be released to make this person in front of her suffer.
Just as the aura was about to be unleashed, Anna did something.
She gave it the bottle of liquor in her hand.
"Drink?" she asked.
Although she was a bit drunk, she knew that it wasn't normal for a dog to appear here.
Perhaps this dog was the clue to summon the Death God.
Anna tapped her forehead, feeling a bit regretful.
She didn't want to receive the Death God's response, so she didn't bring anything.
The only thing Anna had left was this bottle of liquor.
It was the only thing she had left.
Now, she carefully gave it to the dog.
The dog looked at her, then at the bottle in her hand.
A brief moment of silence.
The dog couldn't help but reach out with its paw to receive the bottle.
It took a big gulp from the bottle.
She took another big gulp.
She took another big gulp.
He gulped down another mouthful.
Another gulp.
The dog licked its lips and happily put the empty bottle down.
It glanced at Anna, then at the bandaged wound on her hand. Its nose twitched.
That's right, the blood just now belonged to the Medici clan.
The black dog nodded unnoticeably.
But it's a contract, so it's a bit hard to make a move.
This liquor isn't bad either.
Should I force myself to forgive her?
The dog thought.
Anna waited on one side, after it finished drinking, hesitated for a bit, then finally spoke.
This was the first time in thousands of years that the Medici clan had communicated with the Divinity they worshiped.
This was also a very rare contact between Divinities in the history of humanity on this planet.
Everything that happened today was enough to be recorded in history.
Inside the divine temple of the Death God, 12 statues with human bodies and dog faces lowered their heads, silently watching this scene.
Anna looked at the black dog, her expression a bit uncertain.
The overdose of alcohol had made her head heavy and her mind sluggish.
But she still tried her best to think, trying to grasp the crux of the problem.
In the end, Anna finally figured out her problem.
She carefully observed the black dog, hesitantly asking: "Could it be …"
The black dog perked up its ears, raised its tail, and stared at Anna with a serious expression.
"The divine temple also has a dog hole?" Anna muttered.
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