"I feel like I'm running away illegally." Sariel said with a smile, seeing the girl's hand holding his wrist, the girl turned her purple eyes to look at him, showing a smile, "The premise of that kind of thing is , we all have lovers."

"Do you have any?" the girl said provocatively.

Sally smiled for a while.

"What is a lover?" Sariel asked.

"It means that you will be very concerned when you see him suffer, and you will make him happy when you see him unhappy. His soul is your soul, and his body is your body." The girl said softly, "You two together It is a complete human being."

"If you don't count the last point." Sariel said solemnly, "I might like Messiah."

The girl covered her mouth and laughed.

"What's the matter, is it funny?" Sariel said softly, "Because we are all men."

"Oh, it seems that there are no women in your heaven." The girl said softly.

"Is it disgusting? I said that." Sariel asked.

"Why do you think so?" The girl smiled, "How can love be disgusting?"

"And there are many kinds of love." She said softly, "Everyone in this world is different."

"Why?" Sariel asked, "Why, why can't everyone become meek lambs?"

"The reason why everyone is different is that they can love each other." The girl replied, and Sariel could hear the seriousness in her voice.

Humans kill each other because of their differences.

Human beings also love each other because of their differences.

"Why do you believe so strongly that humans will win in the end?"

Sariye asked, the moon was gone, and he heard the wind in his ears, sharp and piercing, like a grand escape.

"Because love always outlives death."

The girl stopped, looked at the faceless angels in front of her, smiled and raised her hand.

"Are you going to kill them?" Sariel asked softly, "I haven't seen you fully display your power yet, they only say that you are the most chaotic goddess."

The girl looked back at him, with a smile in her clear purple eyes, "Sariel, if you still want to accept my authority, please take a good look."

She smiled softly, "Of course, as a complete old god, I can kill them."

"You have become stronger." Sariel said in a low voice.

The girl stretched out her hand, and she really possessed the most magnificent power in this world.

Faceless angels surrounded her, layer upon layer, like the lingering mist on a winter swamp.

However, in the next instant, the clouds parted and the moon appeared, and the frail girl stood in the center of the storm, with things hovering on her hands, shoulders, arms, above her head, and around her.

It's a butterfly.

Blue butterfly with large white patches.

The faceless angel with no thoughts and thoughts was quickly given life the moment it touched her, and then the butterflies gushed out, holy and beautiful.

She obviously possesses the most chaotic power in this world, she is a born chaotic element, and the most dangerous thought prisoner.

But so pure white and bright.

Sariel had known for a long time that she was incapable of using her power.

It's not that he doesn't know how to control it.

He knew he had lost his soul.

on the heart.

Only he who has always kept the most optimistic and firmest hope in this world can make such power shine with such splendor.

But in his own hands, it was nothing more than a dark stone that crushed the saint to death.

Rotten grass turns into fireflies, pregnant sand turns into pearls.

The girl raised her finger to let the butterfly fly up, "This kind of butterfly has a big blue color and white eyes, and is called the Goddess of Light by humans, and the one that is all blue is called the Goddess of Joy."

Sariel gently stretched out his hand, and the butterfly landed on his finger, "That's a really good name."

"Humans have always been good at naming things," she said with a laugh.

She raised the lamp in her hand, and there was a road stretching forward not far away, "Go back to the center of everything, let's go to Rome."

Sally smiled, "May I ask you a question?"

The girl turned her head suspiciously.

"How strong were you when you were in your prime?" Sariel couldn't help asking.

"It's not very important." The girl raised a hand and put it on her lips, "Most of the time, it's the weak who strangle the neck of the strong, trust me."

Sally laughed.

"I see."

He should have thought of what kind of monster this woman is, the woman who subverted the dynasty in 3000 years, the woman who was sealed and tortured for 1000 years and is still sharp as before, the woman who continues to work and travel in oblivion and indifference.

"I'll go to Rome with you." Sariel said softly, "Will anything interesting happen there?"

"I don't know." The girl said with a smile, "but often the center of a storm is the quietest."

"They probably thought I was going to hang around where they were weak, but I'm going to Rome," she laughs.

The doctor was sitting in the hotel. He ordered himself a glass of mulled wine and took two sips. The winter night was still very cold. He had been traveling alone for decades, and he planned to go to Rome to find that girl.

In the past few decades, he went to England, Germany, France, and Spain. He didn't go back to find that girl, and she didn't come to him.

Maybe she knew he needed his time.

He received a letter from her saying that she had gone to Rome.

Now he felt that he had a new and shallow understanding of human beings.

"May I ask if there are any guests planning to go to Rome recently." The doctor asked, and the shopkeeper thought for a while, "What are you doing in Rome?"

"Go home," said the doctor, remembering the way the girl often used to get closer.

"There are really no Romans here." The shopkeeper thought for a while, "However, some people say that he is a black magician, but this is the only person I have heard of here. It is up to you to decide whether you want to be with him or not."

"That guy is a devil." The man next to him whispered, "Really."

"It's said that people have to eat a bite of garlic to get near him," another man said.

"I don't think that's the case." A young man said, "I went to listen to his lectures, and to be honest, I think he's quite normal."

"I mean it's not aggressive." The young man added.

The doctor smiled and nodded.

After a while, someone came down the stairs. It was a pale and thin middle-aged man. The shopkeeper walked over and said something to him. He turned his head to look at the doctor and smiled.

"Are you going to Venice too?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes," said the doctor, "I intend to go back to Italy wherever I go."

"I have contacted a boat, I can take a few passers-by, you don't get seasick." The middle-aged man asked, "Of course, if you have extra budget, you can go for a better ride."

The doctor shook his head.

He felt that the eyes of this middle-aged man were full of guard and vigilance, but there was also a certain unwillingness to speculate on people with malice.

The middle-aged man smiled briefly, picked up the bread wrapped in paper, and went back upstairs.

Doesn't look like a very interesting traveling companion, the doctor couldn't help thinking.

When it was the day of departure, the middle-aged man was waiting for him at the door as promised. He was wearing a worn but clean overcoat and only brought a suitcase. He looked a little uneasy.

"Are you Italian?" asked the doctor.

"Yes." he replied.

"How long have you been outside?" The doctor tried to talk.

"More than ten years." The middle-aged man said.

"Then it's time to go home and have a look." The doctor smiled, and the middle-aged man returned a polite but fleeting smile.

"Hope everything is going well at home," he said.

The doctor keenly noticed one thing.

There is no cross on this man.

There is no cross on the neck, or on the hands, or in the pockets.

He may have encountered one of the rarest species in the world, an atheist or a pantheist.

After so many years in the human world, the doctor thinks that his observation of human beings has made considerable progress.

He suddenly remembered one thing, he didn't bring a cross either.

To be honest, he really doesn't like that kind of stuff.

Perhaps because of this factor, the middle-aged man looked at him with a relaxed gaze.

"Do you believe in religion?" He seemed to feel the guilt of the doctor accosting him for a long time but did not respond, he asked.

"I don't really believe it." The doctor lowered his voice and said, "What about you?"

"It's okay." The middle-aged man replied vaguely, "Why don't you believe it?"

"Because I feel that there are too few things that God can do, but when they are destroyed, they are very efficient." He said softly, "And God doesn't want to know what people really want."

"So believing in God is not very valuable."

"It's an interesting point of view. If there is a god in this world, maybe that's what he thinks." The middle-aged man encouraged, "I don't know what will happen to Italy after the new pope ascends the throne."

"Is that so?" echoed the doctor, "Hopefully it will get better."

"Speaking of which, what's your name?" the middle-aged man asked.

"John, John Mustang" the doctor reported his father's name, "what about you?"

"Giordano Bruno." The middle-aged man said softly, "Isn't it a pretty bad name?"

Doctors have heard the name.

The most notorious heresy of this century.

"It's so messy." Sariel complained, "Messiah really said that he arrived in Venice."

The girl shook the letter paper in her hand, "No."

"Forget it, you can't afford to shake me." Sariel said, "But Venice is so messy."

"I heard that a heretic was arrested, and then Venice planned to release him. It has already been passed, but the Holy See suddenly came and said that he would take him away. This is equivalent to slapping the face of independence, freedom, justice and fairness in Venice." The girl said briefly, "So some citizens feel that even if that guy is Lucifer himself, he can't be taken away."

"That's a good idea." Sariel said, "And then?"

"It seems that the Holy See is too tough, they are afraid." The girl shook her head, "So many citizens took to the streets to protest."

She lowered her head and looked at the map, "We should go in this direction, he said we will meet at the gate of the city hall."

The torches and the bustling crowd made the night bright and noisy. Sariel almost wanted to cover his ears, and then he saw a doctor standing at the gate of the city hall, but he didn't turn his head, as if attracted by something attention.

The two leaned over, looking over his shoulder towards the gate of the city hall.

I don't know when it was nailed to a wooden sign, and it was written on it with bloody red paint.

"Judas," the doctor read softly.

The author has something to say: The Goddess of Light and the Goddess of Joy are both species of Morpho, both are very beautiful butterflies

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感谢在2021-09-2716:17:10~2021-09-2811:45:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 43 bottles of rain in a sunny day; 5 bottles of lotus;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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