13 Mink Street

"Wow, Mr. Bader, look at that, what an amazing composition."

Piaget was currently lying on the balcony of a house outside the mansion, looking ahead through the railing.

He was covered with a black leather blanket with a special pattern on it, which was considered a special mark to identify friend and foe. Without this thing, lying here would easily be shot by the falcon knight above.

Mr. Bede next to Piaget received the same treatment. The two of them lay there like "war reporters."

This was of course specially arranged by Alfred, because he knew very well the persistence of these two "artists" in art, and he also knew that the lunatics of the Wall God Sect could really do anything;

For Alfred, no matter how perfect the plan was, it would be a complete failure if the young master's best friend and future father-in-law were sent away together.

Mr. Bede asked: "Isn't this the painting you painted?"

"Really?" Piaget frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head firmly, "No, it's different."

"What's the difference?" Mr. Bede moved towards Piaget. "Look at Karen in the sky. Isn't it the image of a seraph in the painting? The lava flowing below, the remaining fire of the undead and the The corpses wearing black divine robes and armor are exactly the same."

"No, that's not the case, I don't think so." Piaget said firmly.

"Oh?" Bede felt a little excited. He had a premonition that Piaget was about to realize something.

"Mr. Bede, it's true that I painted that painting, but it was just because I happened to have this picture in my mind at that time, and my hands suddenly felt an indescribable desire to paint it. Come out, you also told me not to resist that feeling, but to cherish it and hold it well.

But in fact, the real designer of this painting is not me. I just made a copy. If you didn't recognize it, I wouldn't even know where I painted it.

I am not the real creator of this painting. That painting is soulless in front of me, no, in front of everyone, you know? "

"Soul?" Mr. Bede pursed his lips, which were a little white due to excitement. "Soul, what is it?"

"Soul..." Piaget paused and did not spend too much time thinking, but quickly gave an answer, "For a painting, its soul should be able to allow the viewer to understand it. What exactly is it painting?”

"However, what some genres pursue is to improve the difficulty of understanding for the audience. They believe that only in this way can they distinguish the audience and thereby improve the level of their works."

"I think this is a very stupid behavior. Really, Mr. Bede, it shouldn't be like this. I don't want to draw such a picture again in the future."

"But……"

“As his first copyist, I feel that I should have the best chance to understand it. If I cannot deconstruct a work and gain my own understanding, I will burn it immediately after painting it. "

"But what can you do if you understand it? Whether you understand it or not, it will still happen. You see, you have successfully completed a prediction of the future, and you should be happy and proud."

Piaget shook his head and said, "What if my prediction is just a part of the future?"

Mr. Bede was silent.

"Mr. Bede, have you ever worried that the so-called mural prophecy may turn out to be wrong, ridiculous, and a false dream?"

"I don't."

"I have."

"Then what?"

"As long as it's interesting." Piaget changed from lying down to facing up. "Some things are meaningless if you lose the result, even if you win the process, but for some things, the result is secondary. You just need to enjoy it. process."

Mr. Bede followed Piaget and made the same action. He was now very happy.

"Mr. Bede, there is something I have never told you."

"What's up?"

"I've been having a dream for a while now."

"Dream about your wife?"

"No, it's not. I always dream that I walk into an artistic palace."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Bede's eyes immediately opened wide.

Piaget continued to describe: "I was impressed by its sense of design. Every time I dreamed that I walked in, I could detect new details in it. I knew that it had never changed in my dreams, but... …Maybe it’s because my dream can’t fully contain it.”

"What did you see inside?"

"I saw many murals, but they were all burning. I couldn't get close, so I couldn't see clearly what was painted on them. But on a huge wall at the deepest and most central location, there was a mural that didn't Burning, I can appreciate it for a long time every time..."

"What is the content of the mural?"

"It's a person."

"Who is it? A god?"

"It's not a god, it's a person."

"Who is that?" Mr. Bede turned sideways and grasped Piaget's hand with red eyes.

"I know that I have admired it carefully for a long time every time, but every time I wake up, I will forget the content of the painting. I only know that there is a person on the mural, a person I am very familiar with, otherwise you can't explain why I I will appreciate it for so long... You know, I'm not very interested in those religious murals, and the images of those ancient gods don't excite me."

Mr. Bede's eyes suddenly narrowed and asked: "Why are you saying this now?"

"I……"

Piaget was silent.

"Are you touched?" Mr. Bede looked at the sky in the distance, "Are you touched by the scene in front of you, no, by that person?"

"I have no idea."

"You don't have to hide it from me, Piaget. If Karen is really involved, he is my future son-in-law. How could I harm him?"

Piaget turned to look at him and said, "You love your faith more than your family."

Mr. Bede's expression froze.

"However, you are right. At this moment, I have a similar feeling, haha, it seems..."

Piaget stopped talking again.

Both people were silent.

Mr. Bede was hurt and ashamed for a moment because Piaget revealed the disguised scar in his heart.

Piaget vaguely sensed a negative emotion. As he recalled that feeling, he vaguely noticed that the forgotten mural in the dream did not seem to depict anything worth being happy about...

Otherwise, I would not have observed it carefully for so long, and every time I woke up from that dream, I would find that the bedding had been soaked in cold sweat, and my mouth would be dry at the same time.

This is a symptom of long-term anxiety.

After a long time, when the Whip of Order team began to enter, Mr. Bede breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are right, I am a selfish person."

"Ah, Mr. Bede, I don't mean to accuse you. Please don't take it seriously."

"If I really cared about my family in my heart, I wouldn't have expected to paint the picture of the manor being burned; if I really did it for the good of my family, I shouldn't have taken you wandering, I should have Stay at the manor, or stay with Karen, my son-in-law, and I should go help and do something so that my daughter can be happier.

But I didn't do that...

My heart has always rejected these emotions.

In addition, what you probably don’t know is that Karen’s delay in getting married is not because he is unwilling to give up and still desires to pursue some kind of freedom in love. He is really busy, and maybe he is also dangerous and urgent, so he can only Let’s put some things aside for now.

And I...actually don't want to see my daughter marry him. "

"Why, Mr. Bede?"

"Haha..." Mr. Bede laughed.

In his mind, he remembered that afternoon, standing in the study on the third floor of a single-family villa on Mink Street.

Behind the desk in front of him sat an old man wearing priest clothes. The old man put down the teacup in his hand and glanced at him.

Just this look made him almost unable to breathe.

At the same time, he, who has faith in his heart and is extremely aloof, can even be said to be lacking in emotion, actually feels a surge of joy in his heart. It seems that being able to stand here, standing in front of this old man, is a moment in his life that is worth recalling and painting. Highlight picture.

"Your daughter is my chosen granddaughter-in-law."

The old man's decision has been affecting him to this day. Even his grandson will not disobey him.

But what really shocked him was the way the old man looked at him next.

This gaze seemed to have a penetrating power, penetrating through his heart. Faintly, he could even feel a sense of sarcasm... No, to be precise, it was not sarcasm, but emotion.

This is for yourself, and this is for your future.

As a believer of the Wall God Sect, in the afternoon of that day, I was predicted by the eyes of an old judge of the Order God Sect with his eyes.

In addition, Bede had a feeling in everything that happened since Karen entered Allen Manor, that is, Karen seemed to be able to release invisible chains, dragging people around him into .

Those who are willing to stand beside him and follow the direction he leads will be further locked in and receive visible blessings, while those who are unwilling will be invisibly strangled by these chains.

Half the reason for leaving the manor and choosing to wander was for Piaget, and the other half... was that he didn't dare to stay in that home.

He needs fresh air, he wants freedom. In his paranoid artistic sensibility, at this time, black chains are already all over Allen Manor, especially the renovated performance hall at home!

He was even worried that one day Karen and his daughter would really get married, and he, as a father, would be surrounded by chains around his neck because of his daughter, regardless of whether he was still willing to return to that home.

It is a pity that Mr. Bede did not share these incredible inner artistic expressions with Alfred, otherwise Alfred would have exclaimed in admiration. He is worthy of being the person who was able to meet Mr. Dis in his study.

However, after the admiration is over, Alfred will recount Mr. Bede's inner feelings in a sunnier, more complimentary and more sacred way.

Where are the chains and shackles? They are clearly...holy light!

So many people are longing for it but not getting it, but you dare to hide from it! If it weren't for Miss Eunice's sake, I would definitely define the crime of "blasphemy" against you.

Piaget asked: "So, Mr. Bede, are you afraid of Karen?"

"I don't know, but I probably know what theme you described in the deepest mural you saw in the temple in your dream."

"What's the theme?"

"The last painting of our great wall god Rililsa before she was suppressed and fell."

"this……"

"In other words, it was precisely because our Wall God made that painting that she encountered suppression from the God of Order."

"Is this the end?"

"Symmetra": The wall god Rilisa offended the great God of Order and was judged as an evil god and suppressed.

The mythological narratives of other divine religions clearly record that at the end of the last era, which was the period of the dominance of the God of Order, the Wall God drew the end of the God of Order, and thus suffered suppression from the God of Order.

"There is only that painting left, so..." Bede looked at the sky in the distance again. The "Seraph" had disappeared. "Is this the end of him?"

The grandson of Dis, a believer in order, his own son-in-law, and the great order...

"Did that mural predict the end of Karen? However, Karen is still so young, so what I saw should be paintings from the past. There was no Karen at that time..."

"You are not the wall god back then, are you?"

Piaget was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled brightly.

"If that's the case, then I will be more motivated to continue wandering with you, because I want to paint that painting. If that is the end, I will show it to Karen."

"I think by the time you draw it, it may not be suitable to show it to him."

"No, he is my friend, Mr. Bede. The only love in my life is Linda, and the best friend in my life now is Karen. He once helped me pick up Linda's ashes and put them in the ashes. The urn was handed into my hands.

She was a friend introduced to me by Linda, and I was willing to help her at all costs if I could.

Okay, Mr. Bede, I think we can go. Count the coupons in your wallet. It will be enough for us to buy tickets for the teleportation circle where we want to go. It’s best not to be too far. I don’t want to live without coupons when we get there. The hotel is over. "

"All right."

The two people got up almost at the same time. At this time, a Whip of Order team happened to pass by below and spotted them. However, they immediately turned back after seeing the black blankets they were wearing.

Piaget raised his hands and shouted: "Haha, a new journey is about to begin!"

…

"Look, here comes our hero!"

"Let us raise our glasses and toast to the heroes of the last victory!"

"Dinas, put away your scythe. I even think that your position as the God of War should be given to him, hahaha!"

"If he wants it, I can give him my scythe. I can even feel the affinity and yearning for him from this scythe."

"Order, if you want, hurry up and nod to Dinas and take his sickle, hahaha!"

"Yes, answer what he wants!"

"I want to see Dinas cry, I want to see our God of War shed tears, haha, I can't wait!"

In the hall of the gods, the main gods sit at the highest level, and below are the seats of the gods. Here, the seats are clearly arranged.

When a group of gods gathered here to hold a banquet, miracles appeared in the sky above due to the pull of their laws.

The wind and rain stop here, the thunder and fire intertwine here, the sun and the moon are together at this time...the light shines on everything below.

The God of Light camp had just won a victory, successfully reversing the previous decline against the Eternal camp.

The God of Order walked into the Banquet Temple. His figure was cold and stern. When he appeared here, he seemed a little out of place with the environment here.

Moon Goddess Artemis took the initiative to leave her seat, wanting to greet this newly rising god. When she spoke, it was like the moon whispering gently in your ear:

"Order, the great light has issued a divine decree. From today on, you will be able to sit here. Congratulations, you have become the main god recognized by us!"

The gods sitting below all had envious looks on their faces.

The position of the main god is a symbol of strength and a kind of recognition.

It also means that from today on, he will have more privileges in this world!

If he wants to establish his own religious religion, then his religious religion can also obtain the basic base of the missionary area without having to slowly struggle through the gaps.

The hand of Moon Goddess Artemis wanted to wrap around Order's arm, but Order just looked up at the empty main seat under the scorching sun. The God of Light did not attend the celebration banquet.

Immediately, Order turned around, ignored the overtures from the Moon God, and walked down step by step.

He came to the banquet, and now he is leaving.

The originally noisy and lively hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone subconsciously looked at the departing figure of Order.

"It seems that our new Lord God is not easy to get along with. Haha, come, let's celebrate ours!"

The God of Reincarnation raised his wine glass, and the atmosphere of the banquet was once again ignited.

The God of War reached out and touched the [War Scythe] on his side, and laughed at himself: "Haha, look, people don't even bother to look at you."

[War Scythe] became angry and began to rock back and forth.

"Okay, don't lose your bad temper. If you have the ability, go up and hit him yourself, haha."

Moon Goddess Artemis put a finger into her mouth and sucked it, with a playful smile on her lips: "It's very interesting."

The God of Order walked down the steps and passed the positions of the gods below. The gods on both sides bowed their heads to him to show respect for the new main god.

Continuing to go down, there is a performance venue. The queen of the dragon tribe is performing a wonderful dance, adding beauty to the banquet. She is the mother of the dragon tribe, but here, she can only be defined as a dragon. dancing girl.

A young dragon was lying in the corner, looking coldly at the center of the dance floor, its eyes filled with resentment.

But when the mother of dragons danced and faced him, her eyes narrowed slightly, forcing her to close her eyes to cover her disrespectful gaze.

Outside, there are many waiters coming and going, serving the most precious wine and the most exquisite food to the great gods.

A consciousness swept towards the God of Order, and was immediately triggered backlash. Among the painters who were painting today's scene, a young girl let out a scream, threw herself at the easel, and knelt down.

She just dared to take the initiative to use her consciousness to explore the great new Lord God.

The God of Order stopped and looked at her.

"I am guilty, Lord God." The woman confessed.

The God of Order's eyes fell on the scroll on the ground. In the scroll, the outline of his figure had appeared.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Rili Erza, and I am a painter who copies gods."

On both sides, the painters from other ethnic groups all knelt down and apologized for one of them daring to blaspheme the Lord God.

"You want to draw me?"

"Yes, Lord God." The girl plucked up the courage, raised her head, and looked at the God of Order. "I want to draw you, because I think you are very special here."

"Then you draw it."

Everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief because of these words. It seemed that the Lord God was not angry.

The girl smiled, hugged the drawing paper tightly, and asked with expectation:

"Great Lord God, if one day I draw you, can I present the scroll to you...send...to you!"

The God of Order did not look back, but his voice was conveyed:

"Can."

The girl shouted to the tall figure that had disappeared:

"Please rest assured, I will never let you down, I will definitely draw a picture that makes you satisfied and happy!"