Raising Octopus Juvenile

In the solemn church, the light shines through the stained glass, reflecting the mottled shadows.

The gentle-faced man stood in front of the holy altar, holding a dark old book in his hands.

Under him, there were all the neatly arranged believers. The believers bowed their heads religiously, and muttered prayers silently. The low voice of prayer echoed in the church, and they looked at it holy and magnificently.

Marty sat in the corner of the church, with her legs folded, resting her chin, watching this scene with a smile.

He was hidden in the gloom, his eyes were cold and dark.

"Aren't you joining us?" After an unknown period of time, the man in front of the altar came over. He closed the pages and looked at Marty.

The believers are still praying without any supervision. This is already their spontaneous action.

"No, my beliefs are different from yours." Marty smiled. "Speaking of which, how are the sacrifices prepared?"

The man replied solemnly: "Everything is ready, nothing is wrong."

"It's foolproof..." Marty squinted her eyes slightly, tapping gently with her fingers on her chin, "It's not foolproof, right?"

The man frowned nervously: "Is there something wrong?"

"It can't be said that it is a problem, it should be said that it is an unknown variable..." Marty murmured, as if talking to herself, "Although no one can threaten me anymore... but she is indeed the biggest one at the moment. Unknown."

The man was silent for a while, and finally reacted: "Are you talking about the white-haired girl?"

Marty didn't answer, but the expression in his eyes explained everything.

The man showed a clear look and cast his eyes on the believers ahead.

"Her father is here. It is not difficult to get her."

Marty shook his head: "She is not close to that man."

The man laughed: "Do you even know this kind of thing?"

Marty glanced at him, his eyes drifting, without making a sound.

He still remembered the moonlit night.

Together with a snow-white girl, he was swallowed by the monster he made. The smell of blood and carrion was very stinky, but he was not bored, only interesting.

Facing this kind of situation, most people are afraid, right? But Cecil didn't. She was calmer than he expected.

She floated weakly in the blood pool, her limbs were corroded, and she was able to talk to him peacefully.

Like a cold bystander.

Marty has never seen such a person.

He saw that she was so fragile, thin, and vulnerable.

But so powerful.

He thought that in the new world that was about to usher in, there should be such an outstanding human being, who would give him help and stand by his side.

Therefore, he did not want Cecil to die. He wanted to reach out to Cecil and let Cecil join him as a matter of course.

The result was far beyond his expectations.

Cecil did not die, but not in the way he hoped.

"It is said that the girl was called the sacrament by the mutant." The man said slowly, "No matter what is special about her...we really deserve her."

Marty raised her eyes slightly, her long curly light blonde hair hanging down her shoulders, reflecting the blurry luster, "Where is the mutant?"

Hearing this, the man folded his hands and looked solemn: "He has passed away."

"Then you should have made it clear just now." Marty's voice fell slightly, "The dead cannot create any value."

"Death is not the end." The man looked compassionate and kind.

"Of course." Marty sneered and got up and walked out. "But if you die, you have nothing."

Alex stood in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, looking around absently.

He heard that Earl Levitt had also joined the Star Crossing, but after looking for it for a day, he did not see Lena and Cecil.

Didn't they come along with them?

When he thought of the outside situation, his heart was numb, he prayed unintentionally, and his dark green eyes wandered everywhere.

"Alex, what are you looking at? Don't look around while praying!" Duke Odis next to him whispered.

"I'm looking for the priest...I have doubts and need him to answer..." Alex made up a lie indiscriminately, and when he bent over, he rushed out of the Duke's nose.

"Alex!" the Duke shouted in a low voice.

Alex ignored him and ran to the back door of the church quickly.

He saw it just now, and the priest was talking to a person who couldn't see his face behind him. Then the man opened the door and left, and the priest followed out.

He was going to ask the priest where the Levitt family was.

Alex left the crowd, pushed open the door behind the church, and ran out quietly.

The outside of the church is full of dark blue irises and lily of the valley, and the breeze blows, as if you are in the rippling deep sea. The middle-aged man known as the priest is standing among the flowers with a slender blond man. The blond man has his back to Alex, his slightly curly hair draped over his shoulders, and he has a familiar sense of deja vu.

"...Marty!" Alex finally remembered the blond man's name.

Marty turned sideways slightly, his eyes fell on his face: "Alex?"

"It's really you!" Alex walked over excitedly, his eyes rolling between Marty and the priest, "Are you also a believer here?"

Marty smiled slightly: "That's it."

This is another ambiguous answer.

Alex didn't pay much attention to Marty. He immediately looked at the priest aside and asked earnestly: "Father, do you know where Earl Levitt is?"

"He's in another church." The priest replied peacefully.

Alex: "What about his family? Are you with him too?"

The priest thought slightly, and shook his head: "He came by himself, and he has no family with him."

Earl Levitte didn't bring his family? Isn’t that, Lena and Cecil...

Alex's face suddenly became very bad, and Marty looked at his expression quietly, and suddenly asked, "You want to find Cecil?"

"Yeah, you know her current situation...wait--" Alex paused suddenly, his eyes looking at Marty gradually became wary, "Have you secretly investigated Cecil?"

Marty raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Why do you have such thoughts?"

"Because Cecil never told you her identity." Alex slowly clenched his fists.

Hearing this, Marty pretended to be low and shrugged.

"Don't remind me of such a sad thing."

Alex's face was tense, his body stretched like a taut bow: "Why are you doing this?"

In fact, when I saw him standing with the priest just now, Alex vaguely felt that something was wrong. The priest treated him differently from other believers. Although he seemed to be talking peacefully, he had a subtle respect for him.

Alex still remembers that Marty said that he was just a down-and-out noble, and no down-and-out noble would enter and leave such a large church at will, and he had a lot of relationship with the priest.

This person... is dangerous.

Seeing Alex's vigilant gaze, Marty sighed carelessly. As he was about to let the priest take this guy away, the air on his side suddenly fluctuated invisibly.

A dark crack appeared out of thin air, and the black-haired and dark-eyed youth stepped out from it, clutching his waist and falling to the ground.

"Renault!" Marty's face changed slightly, and he immediately squatted down to support the young man.

Alex held his breath and watched this scene in shock.

Marty actually knows the first magister of the empire, and it seems that their relationship is still very close...what is the situation?

"The person's body has recovered, his hands and feet have grown out, and he hasn't left any scars..." Renault said with pale lips, holding Marty's arm.

Marty frowned: "Why? Have you ever asked how she recovered?"

The priest also squatted down quickly, and a soft light golden light emerged from the wound on his palm against Renault. Soon, the blood stopped leaking.

"No, her body is very strange." Renault sat down slowly with the help of Marty, panting weakly, "Obviously there is nothing wrong with it, but the inside has been exhausted to the point of irreversibility, even the highest level of cure. The surgery can't be saved."

Alex was confused. What are they talking about? Who is "she" in their mouths?

I don't know why, he always has a bad feeling.

Marty's expression gradually became solemn: "Do you think this phenomenon is related to the blood of God?"

"...It's absolutely related." Renault glanced at Alex who was on the side, and whispered, "Besides, my injury..."

The priest slowly closed his hands: "It can't be cured."

Hearing this, Marty opened his eyes wide: "Why can't it be cured? Hasn't the bleeding been stopped?"

The priest shook his head regretfully: "All I can do is stop the bleeding. His wound is like a curse, no matter how he treats it, it's useless."

No wonder Renault was so embarrassed.

Marty grabbed Renault's wrist, his handsome face gradually turned dark and gloomy.

Renault raised his eyes to look at him, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and showed a very shallow smile: "Don't worry. I haven't gone in vain this trip, someone will be here soon."

Marty paused slightly: "Who?"

Renault closed his eyes and said softly, "Her family."

Alex's body froze instantly.