Plural Apostles

Subconsciously opened his mouth to make a sound, but suddenly remembered that the other party asked for leave and left, why did he ask for leave?

I pondered for a few seconds what special day today is, and then the memory was struggled to be grasped by the turning thoughts, right... Today is Cecilia Shaniat's death day.

She asked for leave to visit Cecilia Shaniat's grave. Is the blood relationship between people so magical?Can it directly affect people's feelings?She shouldn't have such emotions... Oh, what kind of nonsense and confident words are you talking about?Do you really think you are a God who sees through everything?

It is also a good thing for her to be concerned...

"Cough cough cough..."

Coughing a few times violently, the thin old man slowly stood up from the chair, his movements were smooth and slow, turning like an old machine relentlessly, the gears meshing with each other, It supports the operation of the machine with force, and maybe a part will collapse and be damaged at any time.

Little by little, step by step, he moved to the door of the study, ready to go to the living room to pour himself a glass of water.

Tomorrow, just prepare a pot of tea in advance and put it in the study, so you don't have to go to such trouble to get water to drink, but this feeling of thirst...

The throat is dry, the mouth is dry, and the body is thirsty for moisture. I haven't felt it for a long time. It's been so long that I don't even want to wake up.

What a weak human being...

pat.

The study door opened before it touched the handle. Kiyana Shaniat was carrying a plate with several drinks on it. When she saw the person at the door, she quickly stretched out a hand to support him: "Bishop My lord, your current state is not suitable for action, please sit back quickly."

Helping the other party back to the desk, watching the other party sit down, Kiyana Shaniat was relieved, and said with some complaints: "My lord...you really don't have to do this, why bother?" What about myself? I have seen that person many times, and she has no intention of coming to see you at all, you really don't have to do this!"

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

The silver-haired Otto covered his mouth and coughed a few times. He blinked his bright eyes and looked at Kiyana Shaniat peacefully: "Why are you back? You didn't ask for leave to give Ceci Is Leah visiting the grave?"

"I have already been there, and then I came back." Kiyana Shaniat sighed softly, took a drink from the plate and put it in Otto's usual hand, "After all, your current physical condition, Bishop It's really too bad, and you are unwilling to receive treatment... Personally, I suggest that the bishop best change his body back quickly, otherwise there is a real possibility of an accident."

"Not going to change."

Otto looked at his thin palm, the lines on it were clearly visible, they were the mottled scars accumulated by time and years, he murmured in a low voice, as if dreaming: "That's it...after all, it's my body, hehe .”

"But my lord bishop, this body is already very old. If this body dies and you haven't replaced the original body, you...you will die!"

Kiyana Shaniat looked a little anxious, but also with deep puzzlement and doubt.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the common sense of human beings."

"But that's something that has to be met in desperation, my lord, why did you do this?" Kiyana Shaniat frowned tightly, "Is it because of that person? I..."

"500 years is enough, enough... don't mention this matter anymore, I don't want to talk about it, this is an order."

"...Yes, my lord bishop."

Kiyana Shaniat lowered her head slightly in response.

500 years... what a long memory.

Otto's eyes were slightly empty, he subconsciously picked up the cup at hand, and took a sip, the cool and slightly bitter taste of plants spread in his mouth, he was slightly taken aback, his dull sense of taste was difficult to analyze and capture. Where does this smell come from? This smell is very familiar... What exactly is it?Why do I feel familiar but can't remember?

Thoughts are trying to rotate, but they are like old machine gears creaking, and they can't do anything except make dry noises. Maybe I need a little lubricating oil to let my thoughts rotate smoothly and dig out the answers I want... …

He looked up at the girl standing quietly beside him, his voice was hoarse and old: "What is this?"

Kiyana Shaniat lowered her head slightly and said softly, "...bitter melon juice."

"Bitter melon juice, no wonder it tastes weird..." Otto nodded, and then he reacted a little slowly, "Doesn't Teresa just like to drink bitter melon juice? I don't know what's so good about this thing."

"Master Bishop, Teresa asked me to give this to you when I came back."

"Theresa..."

A smile unfolded on Otto's wrinkled face, and he took another sip of the bitter melon juice: "Well... the taste is just okay."

"Master Bishop, do you want to seek death?"

"Looking for death...?"

Otto slowly drank the bitter gourd juice in the glass, put down the glass, and turned his eyes back to the book on his desk.

Flipping the pages of the book with his fingers, reading the contents calmly and carefully, he said slowly: "After all, I should have died a long time ago. My original body is already old. Sure enough, the mental state of a person is easily affected by the physical state. Influence, just reading a book now, I feel a little dizzy..."

Kiana Shaniat glanced at the book in Otto's hand, she pursed her lips slightly, and said in a low voice, "Master Bishop, you just finished reading this book yesterday."

"I read it yesterday..." Otto was stunned, and then raised his hand to turn to the next page, "No wonder there is a little sense of déjà vu, but if you forget it, forget it, just read it as a new book, That's pretty funny too, haha."

Otto flipped through the book in his hand with relish.

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Put the last plate of braised pork on the table.

Mei Lei looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table with satisfaction, picked up her chopsticks and slapped a paw stretching towards the fried chicken: "Wash your hands!"

"Uh... let me eat a piece first!" Kiyana threw her hands and made a suggestion with a smile. She gestured with her fingers, "Just one piece...I'll wash my hands!!"

"Hmph, really." Leiden Mei exhaled, put his hands in front of his mouth and shouted loudly, "Come down and eat!"

The sound of footsteps came from upstairs, it must be the figure brought up by Karen's movements, and then there were bursts of door opening and conversation.

Karen took her place at the speed of light, picked up a piece of fried chicken with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. Amid the crisp sound of clicking, she narrowed her eyes slightly and shook her body happily: "Well...it's so delicious No matter how much you cook, Mei, you won’t get tired of eating it.”

"Hmph." The corners of Leiden Mei's mouth slightly raised a slight arc, and she greeted other people who came down the stairs, "Everyone, eat quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold."