Coming out of the soul space, sitting on the chair in the audience room, Todd carefully recalled the bits and pieces of arriving in this world.

　　 Now that the Heavenly Father Church has been completely destroyed, Taylor City has become a land of walking dead, and the plague of death has spread and spread almost everywhere.

　　If I didn’t come, would the world get better?

　　 Although his words and deeds were originally intended to be good, would they unintentionally push the world toward destruction?

　　 If the balance of fate judges myself, will I be a sinner?

　　 Whenever I think of this, Todd's soul always shivers.

　　 "Your Majesty, Mrs. Deirdre is here."

　　 Hearing the doorman's voice, Todd put away his thoughts: "Please come in."

　　Wearing a light red dress, Deirdre is beautiful enough to make all the flowers in the garden pale in comparison.

　　 "Your Majesty, I brought the fruit tea you like."

　　 Todd stood up, went to the sofa, and motioned Deirdre to come to him.

　　 Deirdre sat next to Todd obediently, poured a cup of fruit tea, put it in front of the latter, and said softly, "You look tired."

　　 "When I left, everyone could consciously complete their duties, but when I came back, everyone pushed things to me again. Things are so weird."

　　 Deirdre put his head on Todd's shoulders: "Because you are the king of everyone and the faith of the believers."

　　 Todd smiled bitterly: "You know this is not what I want."

　　 Deirdre raised his head: "What do you want?"

　　 Todd looked into the other person’s eyes and said softly: "Deirdre, listen to me, if I want to take you to a far place..."

　　 "It's far? Are you going to the north?"

　　 "No, it's farther than that, much farther."

　　 Deirdre bit his lip, as if he had guessed the deep meaning of the other party: "You promised me that you will stay here."

　　 Todd replied: "I will continue to perform the duties of the king here, but one day, when I have fulfilled my duties, this country can run on its own, and I no longer need me. That day may be when I leave..."

　　 "Then our daughter, what about Oluora?"

　　 "She will go with us."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Todd did not wait for the answer he wanted. Instead, he saw a face of anxiety and even fear.

　　 "Todd, I'm scared."

　　 Deirdre’s answer made Todd unable to understand: "What are you afraid of?"

　　 "When I was a child, everyone in the clan said that I was a cursed person, and some even suggested that I be a sacrifice to the gods."

　　 "When I was a little older, I was treated as a burden and was pushed out by the family eagerly, and forbidden me to go back, even if I could go back and take a look."

　　 "When I had a fiance, my father broke the marriage contract and sent me to hell, so that I would live in hatred and pain tomorrow."

Deirdre grabbed Todd's arm tightly: "My love, do you know? Now is the happiest time in my life. I can't imagine there will be better days than this. I don't want to change. , I am also afraid of facing the unknown. I have prayed more than once, hoping that the cycle of time is today, and I will never move forward."

　　 Todd tried to persuade her: "If you don't move forward, how can you know that the future is not as good as the present?"

　　 Deirdre said to Todd in an almost pleading tone: "But for me, everything is good enough to make me extremely happy. Why should I look forward to the future?"

　　 Todd closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

　　 One month later, the capital of the Abbasid Empire, the inner sanctuary.

　　 described the withered Saladin lying on the big velvet bed, looking at Adian next to him, and weakly asking: "How much time do I have?"

　　 Adian opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

　　 "It's coming soon, isn't it?" Saladin's complexion looked calm: "Knowing that the end is coming, it is better than waiting endlessly."

　　 saw a black figure in the corner of his eyes, Saladin waved his hand, indicating that Adian could retreat.

　　 When Saladin was alone in the huge room, the black figure slowly walked over to his bedside.

　　 took off the hood of the cloak, and smiled at Saladin with his pale throat.

　　 Saladin also smiled: "For so many days, only you will be here on time every day."

　　 Throat bone stretched out the bones of his arms, stretched out to the right, a chair was pulled in front of him by the space.

　　 Throat bone sat down and said to Saladin, "Perhaps you can't hear it, but there is a fierce quarrel in the front hall."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　Saladin is not surprised: "It's my sons and ministers."

　　 "In your will, you ordered peace talks with Twilight City, abandoning large tracts of land in the north and east of the empire, and even abandoning the holy city. These orders aroused many people's dissatisfaction."

　　 Saladin said: "I knew they would not obey these orders, and I never expected them to execute these orders."

　　 "Then why do you still do this?"

　　 "As a caliph, these are my last suggestions for the empire."

The throat bone rubbed his neck: "I still don't understand~lightnovelpub.net~ You want to save the empire, but you are not willing to cooperate with me...cough cough... sorry, this thing is wearing a bit... "

　　 Saladin nodded slightly: "Take it down, there is no one else here, anyway, I'm used to it."

　　 Throat bone shrugged, stretched his hand to his neck, peeled away the flesh of the joint, and slowly lifted the human skin on his head a little bit, revealing a skull glowing with light blue light.

　　 shook his head, his throat opened his mouth wide and exhaled, and the light blue light slowly drifted out from his body between his breath.

　　 Looking at the light blue light particles floating in front of her eyes, Saladin seemed to see thousands of painful and struggling faces. They rolled and twisted in the light, trying to escape but were tightly bound together.

　　 "I am always curious about what the dead spirits represent. If God allows it to exist, what is the meaning of its existence?"

　　 Throat bone glanced at Saladin and said: "Join the undead, you will have endless time to think about everything."

　　 Saladin closed his eyes and said, "The throat bone, we have discussed this matter countless times."

　　 The jaws of the throat bones closed together: "Yes, yes, you yearn for peace, you yearn for peace, Barabara..."

　　 Saladin opened his eyes: "Let’s get to the point, what are you going to say today?"

　　 Throat bone sat on the chair, touched his chin and thought for a while, and said, "I am still very interested in one of the things we discussed before."

"what?"

　　 "Where does God come from?"

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