What happened to Isaac?

Knowing ahead of time that the trial would begin soon, Xavier felt the time was longer than it had ever been before.He knocked on the door frequently and asked, "How long has it been?" Even though he had only asked this question a quarter of an hour ago.Soon, even the good-natured Bicurisita was annoyed by his questions.

So now Xavier had to lie down again and think of something to pass the time.

Thought crime was not a crime in Paradise, so soon Xavier was no longer content to imagine a toilet in his room.He felt that since it was all imagination, he might as well be bolder—maybe that's why the image of seeing Isaac for the first time began to appear in front of his eyes.

The port of Liverpool in 1652 was far from what it is today. At that time, the port was pitifully small. There was no gravel road, just a small muddy pier. A shoe print on the ground made it even more dirty when it rained.When a person walks, he must always pay attention to his shoes, and has almost no time to look up at the road.

However, it was in the interval of walking so preoccupied that Xavier noticed Isaac.The red-haired white man between the blacks, chained to the hands of the slave trader, with bruises and broken skin, crawled there obediently, his tall body curled up into such a small shadow, as if you kicked him Feet, he will not respond to you.

Xavier knew Isaac was not pitiful the first time he saw him.It's not just because he saw his tail - it's hard to describe the feeling, it's like when you see a dirty stray dog ​​on the street and you know it can take care of itself, Isaac gave Xavier Such a feeling.He could appear anywhere in this dirty, down-and-out appearance, willing to be brought home as long as someone stretched out his hand, but he would not be tamed easily.He will find a chance to run away at any time, pass you by again and again in his wanderings, and may end up living longer than everyone imagined.

You don't need to pity him, Xavier remembered his reason telling himself at the time.He walked past the slave trader without turning his eyes. Passing Isaac was like passing a stone-but in fact, Isaac was more like a stone that tripped him.Xavier kept thinking about him, and finally stopped involuntarily, and even went back and forth.

Xavier himself felt that he was very stingy, but he didn't know what medicine he took wrong that day, and he added an extra shilling just to bring Isaac home.Unfortunately, within a few days, Isaac ran away.Whether he was scared away by the angel who came to the door or whether he planned to escape, Xavier still doesn't know this question even today.

Xavier thought that no one would be more helpless than him at that time, and he had to bear the loss of being cheated of money, and he was also responsible for a bad guy who didn't know where to find him.

How did he find Isaac afterwards?How did he unknowingly keep Isaac with him?Did he tame him, or was he tamed by Isaac in turn, and did they need each other?

Xavier found himself with many, many things to think about.Some details may have been distorted and distorted in repeated backtracking. How far are they from the truth?Maybe when I can't sleep at night, I can pick up one or two and talk to Isaac, so I don't have to worry about having nothing to say...

Thinking of these things, Xavier fell asleep.

He dreamed that he was on a shallow beach with bare feet and wet fine sand between his toes.Everything is gray and hazy and indistinct.The sea breeze came floating like fog.He saw a gray lighthouse not far away, and the dim yellow halo in the window was like a candle held in the palm of his hand, flickering, flickering, beckoning people to go in the direction of the lighthouse.

"anyone there?"

exclaimed Xavier.He found himself barely audible.

He kept walking towards the lighthouse, chasing the tiny light, so small, so out of reach.

His feet were on the sand, and the drier gravel made him go deeper and deeper.Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped his ankle tightly.A voice echoed in his ear with the hiss of the snake spitting out a message: "Want to return to purity? You can only take the right things."

Xavier jerked his foot back, but the voice still lingered: "You can only take what is right... What do you leave that shouldn't be? Landon Xavier...  .”

The sand condensed and turned into a human-like figure, suspended in mid-air; a half-round red moon was embedded in the gray sky, resembling the shape of a person's smiling eye.

They come up—

Covering his eyes with one hand, choking his throat with one hand, binding his hands behind his back with the other hand, and making him prostrate on the ground with the other hand.

Xavier heard voices demanding his atonement, and in a vague sense of loss, he was drained of blood, flesh and bones, and his translucent soul was stained with his own blood.

"Your soul is not pure, you have too many emotions."

Because of this sentence, his love was withheld.What followed was joy.When he was about to shed tears for this injustice, he found that his heart was dry.He struggled frantically, only to raise his fist but lost his anger and impulsiveness, a sense of relief welled up in his heart, and soon dissipated without a trace.

Xavier felt... he didn't feel anything now either, he became numb and calm, leaving only a vacuum of soul.

"I don't want to be pure," said Xavier.

His tone of voice was so flat that it sounded like a robot, which made people feel sorry for him, but it was a pity that no one felt sorry for him.

"You gave me back what I had. My body, my emotions, my memory," he said.

The voice said, "I didn't take your memory."

"But now my memory has no color," Xavier said. Like a gray room.

The voice said, "Oh, yes. It's always been like this. People without memories lose their feelings, and people without feelings lose their memories. Is there anything you must remember? Most of what you experience It's all meaningless. Give it up, I'll give you nothing back, but it's all worth it."

"No no no no--"

"Xavier!"

Xavier woke up from the dream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Bicurisita's simple and honest face approaching worriedly: "Today is the day of judgment."

"Oh, oh..." Xavier scratched his head and got up, "God, I had a nightmare. How long have you been standing here, why don't you wake me up like you used to?"

Originally, Bicurisita always answered questions, but today he just snorted from his nose and didn't speak.

"What's wrong with you?" Xavier asked.

"Hey! I didn't want to say it at first," Bicurisita hissed loudly, "Your succubus named Isaac is really deceiving people too much!"

"What happened to him?"

"Here's his exact words: 'Hey, you, you have a long name. I heard you're Landon's keeper, right? Don't you touch him while I'm away.' And I said, I have What's so fussy? He said, 'Anyway, if you touch him, I'll touch you.'"

Xavier: ?

"It's outrageous! I said that the succubus is very strange. Last time I met a succubus who came to heaven, and I didn't know what to do. He swaggered in front of me, touched me here and there, and said that I was I have big breasts, and then said that my butt is very round, and asked me if I am free at night, crazy! What do I do if I don’t sleep at night?...Speaking of it, I told Gast about it later, then It was the first time he praised me for being smart."

Xavier first laughed for a while, and couldn't help asking: "It may be a bit presumptuous to say that, is Gast a man or a woman?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on her mood. Sometimes he tells me he is a man, and I know he is a man; sometimes she says she is a woman today, and that is a woman; sometimes she doesn't say anything, and my name is Jia anyway." Ster, don't delay the matter."

Xavier rubbed his chin and pondered for a while: "Gast looks like he's joking, and he feels like he's a man of the city, and he seems to be a guy who promises everything in the trial seat."

"What is a promise?"

"It means speaking with weight."

"Really?" Bicurisita pondered for a while, "I think it's just because he is very old, everyone let him go."

"...Huh? Is that so?"

The atmosphere so far has been very pleasant, and in this way, Xavier arrived at the trial hall under the escort of Bicurisita.

He didn't come early, and some of the jury angels stood outside, nodding to him; a trainee angel who had worked with him on Earth shook his hand as he passed by, and whispered to him: "Don't worry too much, there will be good results."

Soon, Xavier was standing in the dock, and other people also took their positions one after another.

At the beginning of the trial, as usual, it was necessary to read out some empty words that everyone had listened to countless times. Xavier saw Isaac sitting on the edge of the jury box from a distance-he could not participate in the final jury vote, but he could attend the whole process.

Xavier listened to the presiding judge's presentation of the performance of their souls, and several cherubs at the table showed thoughtful expressions.

After the presentation, there was a thump of a small hammer, and the jury and the jury could vote to decide the outcome of the Archangel Langdon Xavier's illegal development of a love relationship.

There was an uproar of people on and off the stage. At this time, noise is allowed.

Some angels pointed at Xavier, and some frowned and shook their heads. They wrote down their opinions on the form; Gast rarely put away his frivolous expression, and discussed in a low voice with everyone in the trial seat. Xavier Only then did he notice that his friend and boss Gordon was also on the bench.

When he looked, Gordon happened to look over, and the two looked at each other. Gordon first retracted his gaze, and after briefly making eye contact with the judges on the left and right, he lowered his head and wrote something on the paper.

After the short voting time ended, someone specially assigned to collect the voting results, counted them and handed them over to the presiding judge.The presiding judge looked at the data in his hand, subconsciously glanced at the trial seat behind him, and then scanned the audience again. Finally, his eyes fell on Xavier, and the fleeting eyes of pity seemed to pinch Xavier. Take a stab.

Immediately afterwards, the presiding judge began to announce the results.

"Through the common vote of the trial bench and the jury, we have decided—"

Later Xavier found it difficult to retrace that feeling.It's like being in a closed environment suddenly, being evacuated bit by bit, and the sound of the outside world is getting smaller and farther away, isolated from the container with people as the unit...

"Sentencing Archangel Landon Xavier to death, suspended for two Earth months."