communion

It took a long time for Cantrella to leave Cizer's embrace. When he raised his head again, his purple eyes were wet and he was less angry, "Where is Tartaros?"

"It's always been here." César lightly stroked his black but soft hair like a crow's feather, and replied paradoxically.

"I want to go back and have a look."

"When you remember the way home, you will be able to go back naturally."

"Then help me..."

"What did you say?" César deliberately teased him, "I can't hear you."

"I said!" The sharpness in Cantrella's eyes suddenly returned, and his tone became fierce, "I want you to help me remember everything quickly!"

It's not a begging attitude at all, but César just thinks it's cute—like some kind of little animal with fried hair, people can't help but irritate him a little more, "Let me help you with a kiss." César laughed Be like a hooligan.

Cantrella narrowed his eyes, "This reveals the true nature?"

"That's right." César happily admitted, and quickly kissed Cantrella on his left cheek before he took precautions.

"Chirp."

Cantrella's face and eyes were red, and he twisted Cesare's arm reflexively and pressed him on the cooking table, making a loud "clang".

"You seem to like to press me very much." César said every word was ambiguous, "How many times is this?"

"Shut up and let me be quiet for a while."

"Okay, it's all up to you." César smiled softly.

After a while, César suddenly said, "Let me go, someone is coming."

"No," Cantrella said haughtily.

"Oh? Looks like you really like this pose."

"What..." gesture - the last two words were swallowed by Cantrella - because they are in a bad shape now, and Cantrella, in order to hold Cesare, inevitably, his crotch Clinging close to César's thin waist, César's long hair was disheveled, looking sideways at Cantrella, his blue eyes were like two lakes filled with mist - it was very easy to make people feel uncomfortable. Good association.

Cantrella immediately let go, stood far away, and took the cake away.

"What happened?" The shopkeeper's grandmother opened the door slowly, "Are you all right?"

"I'm sorry, I accidentally knocked down the shelf." César brushed his hair back and returned to an elegantly dressed animal.

"It's good that you're not injured." The old woman turned around and went downstairs slowly.

"I'm going back too." Cantrella waved his hand and walked out without looking back.

"Shy?"

"No."

"Even the tips of the ears are red." César laughed happily.

"To shut up."

"If I shut up, I won't be able to tell you how to restore your memory quickly." ——The tone is like a smug fox.

Cantrera paused for a moment, recited silently ten times and decided not to be angry, turned around and asked César as calmly as possible: "What way?"

"Walking down the memory lane again - the cake worked out great, didn't it?"

Cantrera instinctively felt that things were not as simple as what César said, but he couldn't think of a reason to refute, so he could only "torture" César's conscience with inquiring eyes—if there was one.

Apparently, César didn't.

"Since you don't refute, I'll take it as your acquiescence." César went to hold Cantrella's hand again, and the previous serious, cold and even a little scary "Father César" was getting along with Cantrella Disappeared in the process, leaving only a young man with a love brain, "Follow me."

"Where to go?"

"A deserted place." César's blue eyes glowed with a layer of excited light gold, "Looking down at the land."

Cantrella's heart skipped a beat, and his rationality told him that there might be danger, but he said in a strange way: "...OK."—just looking for an opportunity to tell the secret in a place where no one was around.

Cesare rented an unlicensed aircraft on the black market familiarly.

"Why are you so proficient?" Cantrella felt a little complicated.

"The Vatican is very dark, and I often need to deal with some things by myself." César told Cantrella the shady scene of the Vatican indifferently while driving the aircraft.

"You are a candidate for bishop."

"This can only prove that I am the most vicious one in the power struggle." César smiled and clenched the joystick slightly, "The Holy See has changed since then."

"At that time?"

"Well, after Gnaeus came to power."

"It's Gnaeus again." Cantrella leaned back on his seat and sighed, "He was also the one who forced me to jump off Tartarus."

"You know it all?"

"I only know his name and his worship of evil gods. There is no record about him on the Internet."

"Are you interested in hearing some secrets of the old earth era? Or, the crimes committed by Gnaeus against mankind."

"You said."

"In the 22nd century AD in the old calendar, the earth was gradually drying up, and the fourth world war broke out." Cesar said in a calm tone, "I don't know the details, but I only know that the population of the earth dropped to [-] million after the war, and technology went back hundreds of years. , and the rest of humanity gathered to create New Carthage."

"New city-state."

"That's right, but in the end humanity didn't start over."

"why?"

"Gnaeus." Cesare gritted his teeth a little bit, "He was one of the few remaining scientists before the war, but in New Carthage, science was useless, and the retrogression of technology has almost returned to human production methods. By the Middle Ages, prayers were more comforting than science, and the power of the Holy See grew from strength to strength."

"What does this have to do with Gnaeus?"

"Gnaeus is a cunning man and an extremist. He combined his theories with theology to create a set of doctrines, and then advised the king-he said that he could let humans enter the realm of gods, and the king believed it. , and elected him pope."

"Did he succeed?" Cantrella held his breath, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

"He failed." César smiled mockingly, "He took the wrong path and stepped into the territory of the devil."

"demon?"

"In order to make humans evolve, Gnaeus arrested many people in the name of sacrifices. After secret human experiments, he created artificial demons, and he destroyed the earth."

"So humans finally gave up on Earth, right?"

"No." César hovered the aircraft, turned his face to look directly at Cantrella, and said word by word, "Cantrella, if I tell you that there is no 'Ark' at all, and there is no human being." Escape, will you believe it?"