Lucifer sacrificed too much for world peace

Lucifer already lost his memory, but now he feels even more suspenseful, ringing the alarm clock in his heart.

"What's the matter, have I been to Avalon?"

The alarm clock doesn't know everything, and its stance of strategizing at the beginning has become more and more harmonious as time goes by: [You didn't tell me, but there must be no human beings who can look like you. 】

...Then isn't that the same as an affirmative answer!

Because he didn't see the portrait, Lucifer wasn't sure what the painting was about. He didn't want to fool himself, so he casually tested the other party: "When was the portrait of your ancestor? How old do you think I am?"

The beautiful young man probably felt that this made sense, and his excited expression gradually calmed down, but his eyes were still fiery: "I don't know how long the portrait has been, but it must have been there for hundreds of years!"

"The person pictured above resembles me?" Lucifer asked casually, using the word 'person' schemingly to continue probing.

"Well, it's very similar, but his hair should be silver-white." The beautiful young man was obviously familiar with the painting, and he opened his mouth to answer, "It is said that he is a sage... Speaking of which, you are also a sage, maybe the painting of your ancestors."

Lucifer: "..." What should it be?

[It's over, silver-white hair, that's you from before. 】The alarm clock selectively heard the key words.

"It's nothing. Don't say that he doesn't know my identity at all. It doesn't matter if I lose my horse. It's just not necessary."

Lucifer was still very calm. After complaining about the alarm clock, he asked, "Do I have a chance to meet the portrait you mentioned?"

The young man shook his head: "It's inconvenient for me to bring a portrait when I travel far away...but I can bring it when I come to the Garden of Eden next time. I think the ancestors should be happy to let you see his portrait."

Lucifer nodded, curious about his former self: "Then I will trouble you."

"No trouble." The young man asked with some embarrassment, "If you don't mind, I also want to draw a portrait of you..."

Lucifer suddenly realized something: "...Excuse me, are you...?"

"Ah, I'm named Leonardo just like the ancestor in that portrait." The young man smiled, "I'm in trial, so it's not convenient to give my surname, but because I live on Vinci Street, you can also call me Da Vinci strange."

Da Vinci, from the meaning of Vinci, is the same as the meaning of the earth.

Lucifer looked at Da Vinci and let out a sigh of relief: "I'm Lucifer, you can report the answer now."

Da Vinci was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized that he finally remembered that his original purpose of coming in was to solve the answer to the riddle. Who knew that when the sage looked up, he forgot about the business when he saw that face.

"The answer is people."

"The answer is correct." Lucifer asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"Whatever." Da Vinci was not distracted this time, "Well, about painting your portrait, did you agree?"

Lucifer found that this person was so persistent, so he could only sigh: "You can do whatever you want, but I personally don't recommend painting me. There are so many things worth painting in the world."

"Ah...it's actually like this." Da Vinci coughed, "The church in Avalon wanted me to draw a picture of an angel descending, but I really couldn't think of an angel, so I wanted to go around and look for it. Inspiration, that's why I came to the Garden of Eden... When I saw you just now, I immediately felt that an angel might look like you—that's why I wanted to draw a portrait of you to find my feeling."

Alarm clock evaluation: [He has a good eye, he can tell you are an angel at a glance. 】

Lucifer didn't like this set: "Since I look very similar to the portraits drawn by your ancestors, you can look at the portraits of your ancestors for inspiration."

"How can this be the same?" Leonardo Da Vinci eloquently said, "After so many years in the portrait, the details in some places have actually been blurred, and in terms of temperament, it is more intuitive to look at the real person, and there is still something missing through the portrait."

Lucifer was persuaded, thinking that he should restore his memory anyway, and he started cheating on his operation after hundreds of years, but he didn't mind: "...OK, it's up to you. Take whatever you want over there. , there’s no one around right now, you can read a book first.”

Da Vinci is more interested in Lucifer than in other things now, but he still went for a walk first.

Because he has only been in the Garden of Eden for two days, he has heard a lot of rumors about this Apple store, what magical trials, what secret delicacies...

To be honest, he was really curious about the secret food. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't feel well when he first came here, he would have wanted to come and try it yesterday. He wasn't afraid of God's punishment at all.

Unexpectedly, just one day later, the sage came up with such a thing called "Theme Salon". Although he was alone so far, Da Vinci still found it interesting.

A strange machine was placed on the long table, with buttons on it, words such as Coke and Sprite written on it, and a stand beside it, with instructions for use drawn in simple lines.

Da Vinci recalled what he had heard, and chose the famous "Coke" according to the instructions.

With the sound of the machine running, the brown-black liquid flowed from the outlet into the glass with a lot of bubbles.

He looked at the bubbling drink with a surprised expression, took a sip and tasted it, and was immediately overwhelmed by the strange taste.

Since this drink is so delicious, Da Vinci has high expectations for the rest.

He walked along the long table to the other side, looking at the golden egg tarts with a milky fragrance, the flower cakes that looked easy to fall off, and the rich and sweet popcorn that were placed on the plate. Jelly, piles of potato chips...every one looked so novel, he didn't know which one to start with.

When Da Vinci was hesitating, Lucifer couldn't read the book a little bit. He looked at Da Vinci. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt familiar: "Speaking of which, you and you drew that picture. Does the painted ancestor look alike?"

"I don't know, the ancestors don't seem to have painted themselves." Da Vinci was also very enthusiastic about chatting with Lucifer, "However, I think there should be similarities? And speaking of talent , I should be the most ancestor-like person in these years, everyone in my family said so."

Lucifer chuckled lightly: "So that's it, you are a genius."

"That's right." Da Vinci said with certainty, his tone was very flat, without a trace of pride, as if he was telling a truth, "I am a genius, God's punishment will never punish me for saying that I am a genius, even if I think about it Very agreeable."

Lucifer was silent for a moment: "... After all, it is the truth."

Since he was never arrogant because of his talent, but just accepted this matter as a reality, then God's punishment is that no matter how idle he is, he will not come to attack him.

Overall, a pretty nice guy.Lucifer even has full expectations for this Da Vinci, hoping to be the same "universal man" as Da Vinci on Earth.

But what he wants to ask more now is not this, but his ancestors.

"Do you know anything about the person in the portrait your ancestor met?"

Da Vinci shook his head: "I'm not very clear. I heard from my family that the portrait is a sage my ancestor met. He once saved his life. He probably didn't get along with him for a long time. The ancestor probably painted the portrait by chance. ...But whether it is temperament or other things like... the shape of the eyes, they are very similar to you, and speaking of golden eyes, except for the person in the portrait, I have only seen you so far."

Especially the temperament, this painting can be kept until now not only because of the instructions of the ancestors, but also because the future generations can feel that this painting is different. He doesn't draw people in the world, but like some kind of people. The angel with wings, the subtle emotions of compassion and alienation were accurately captured and drawn by the ancestors, and the others are secondary.

"I see." Lucifer thought that his eyes were a little conspicuous, "I'm a little curious about what the people in the portraits have done, since you don't know..."

"I don't necessarily know." Da Vinci thought thoughtfully, "The ancestors left some manuscripts and diaries, but because too much time has passed, I am worried that they will be damaged when they are flipped, and no one has read them for a long time. Yes, if you look for it deliberately, there may be clues."

Lucifer suddenly became interested: "Then can I trouble you to find it? I'm curious."

"Actually, even if you don't tell me, I plan to go back and look for it after I see you. I'm also curious about what our ancestors experienced." Da Vinci laughed, "If it's as we guessed, Then we are really destined."

Lucifer said in his heart that it was impossible to be the same as you guessed, but he nodded calmly on the surface: "It is very destined. Speaking of which, are you just a painter?"

"No, I'm also researching on machinery." Da Vinci said, "Recently, I'm designing machinery that can allow humans to fly into the sky, but I feel that there are many problems."

Lucifer was amazed, is this an airplane?It's really too early, why don't you help him solve the problem of the nearest cannery first.

"Do you have any thoughts on the assembly line?"

Da Vinci was stunned, and almost lost track of the topic: "What, what assembly line?"

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