Huh? Are they all real?

Seeing Morn speaking like this, Profitus still chose to believe it after a moment of hesitation.

After all, if it wasn't, it would be a bit too scary.

And he didn't think the person in his memory would do that.

At least he doesn't think so.

"You have gone too far, Trajan."

His tone had calmed down, as if he wanted to regain some ground.

It's just that he is no longer as arrogant as before.

Moen, still sitting on the sofa, smiled and said:

"We are collaborators and equals. I just want to emphasize this to you. If you find it unacceptable or still want more, then please leave."

In this regard, Profitus asked very curiously:

"You are just a mortal now, and your goddess is far away in another world. How can you be so confident?"

That's why I just scared you

Regarding this answer, Moen couldn't help but think so in his heart.

Obviously this cannot really be said, so Moen's answer on the face was just calmly:

"You can try, God Profitus."

After the two sides stared at each other for a moment, the contest that didn't exist much after the words 'my brother' was completely over.

"You amaze me more and more, Trajan. And I understand roughly why it is you."

After saying this, he sat back down again.

Then he asked Moen:

"You seem to know a lot of secrets that you should not know, so do you need me to elaborate?"

In theory, what the other party knows about Moeen also knows.

But Moen is not sure about this. After all, after experiencing so much, Moen is no longer sure whether his memory is really flawless.

Especially since Moen has made it clear that he has lost a memory.

So Moen just said:

"I think no matter how much someone knows, they may not be as clear as the person involved. Since you want to cooperate, please expand on it in detail, such as what exactly happened and what kind of cooperation you are seeking! "

Profitus nodded and said:

"You know Him, the true eldest son, our elder brother, the true Supreme One whom we ourselves have hidden in the hidden corners of history."

"I just know a little bit, really just a little bit!"

Moen told lies with his eyes open very calmly.

He even raised his hand and pinched his fingertips to make a gesture.

As for whether Profitus believed it or not, no one knew. He just glanced at Morn and said:

"If it's really just a little bit, I'm surprised you're so calm."

There is such a thing as the eldest son in front of the eldest son, but it is something that many ancient gods do not know.

But he continued without going into details:

"In short, above our heads, besides our Creator, there is an elder brother who is leading us."

“Or in most cases, He is leading us.”

Recalling his brother, Profitus was at a loss for where to start.

He had so many memories of Him that he wanted to tell others about.

He doesn't even know whether they were right or wrong back then.

"Originally, our mother, even we could hardly see her. Only He could see his mother at any time. It is no surprise that He was the most beloved child of his mother."

"I even remember one of my brothers who tried his best to give her all kinds of exquisite gifts in order to see his mother. He was trying to win her favor so that he could see him again."

"However, mother paid no attention to him at all. Since she created him, she has almost never looked at him again."

Having said this, he couldn't help but lower his head.

"This is the same for us. We basically can't see our mother and can't find her. Unless..."

He raised his head and looked at Moen and said:

"Unless it is by His side, only He, only He is the child loved by the mother, and only He can see the mother at any time. It is not even the mother He is looking for, but when He opens his mouth, the mother will appear. By His side!"

"And we, we can't! No matter what we do, we can never see our mother. Even if we are like our mother, we create one race after another and cultivate one civilization after another, and the result is the same!"

When he said this, he suddenly became emotional.

The emotions that had been silent for four epochs, when he finally had an audience, exploded to a level that he couldn't even comprehend.

"We guided all things according to our mother's expectations, making one region prosperous and prosperous. Some of our brothers even created a beautiful country that amazed us all. Even when I saw it, I felt that the Utopia was nothing more than that. Heaven!"

"That was also the first time I felt that it was a miracle that even my mother could not do! We all thought that if we gave this as a gift, our mother would be happy, and she would come to see us, and then say to our brother:' My child, you are my pride!'"

"I still remember that when that wonderful country was built, all of us came to congratulate our brothers, and we were eagerly looking forward to our mother coming to see it."

"We wanted to show her what her children had accomplished."

"But she didn't come!"

This extremely exciting emotion made Mo En extremely surprised.

And his cathartic voice had not stopped, and continued:

"But mother finally came, not to congratulate us because we performed a miracle, nor even to punish us because we destroyed everything in the end with great disappointment."

"It was only because of our brother, the only brother who was loved by mother!"

"After hearing that we actually destroyed everything, he hurried over and pierced his fingertips, exchanging his own blood for the reshaping of destruction."

At this point, he looked at Moen with a self-deprecating smile and said:

"Then do you know what happened?"

"Yes, mother came, Because our brother just pricked his fingertips, she showed up in a panic! "

"Before that, one of our brothers cut off his head and made it into a beacon to illuminate the world, but she didn't even ask a question or take a look. As a result, her beloved child just pricked his fingertips and made a wound that almost healed immediately, and she came."

"That was the first time I saw the expression on my mother's face that she should show when her child is injured!"

On his face, self-mockery and inferiority spread like ink stains in the water. The marks were deep and heavy, as if they were going to carve a pain on his face that would never be erased in his lifetime.

Of course, it may have been carved long ago, but it was only revealed now.

"But it's not because of us."

He is the most noble eldest son in the world.

But at this moment, he is like a poor child who has been completely forgotten and ruthlessly abandoned.