"Richard just went out." Mr. Eisen took out a piece of black paper and prepared to fold a crow to call his son back.

"It's okay. There's still some time before dinner starts. I'll go find him. He's by the river."

Karen got up and walked out.

Kaixi stroked her chest and said: "Karen used to have a high status, but this time I saw him again, I was so nervous that I almost knelt down."

Duck: "No, I've already taken off."

"You guys, no matter how high your status is, haven't you already known each other and gotten along like a family?" Delong shook his head, as if the younger members of the family had never seen the world.

Then, he left the living room and walked into the dining room, his old body walking lightly.

When he approached the kitchen door, he deliberately slowed down and his expression became serious. He looked at his wife who was starting to work in the kitchen and accused:

"Look at you, the child is now a high priest..."

"acting."

"Prefixes are not popular in our family."

"Quickly press your robe, my tail is raised."

Delong frowned and said: "Look at you, you asked your child to come back specially because of your business."

"You're just here to see me, why can't you come to see you? Besides, no one tried to persuade me."

"With his status, how can he have the nerve to persuade you? I said, dear, you can't think about it again? Even if I am gone, this family has you, at least there is still a pillar standing here."

"Old man, after you are gone, my home will be gone too."

The serious expression on Delong's face could no longer be maintained. When he looked at his wife, there was only tenderness and apology in his eyes:

"After all, I broke my promise. I promised you a happy life."

"Okay, okay, just say a few words of love and that's all. Do you want me to continue to cooperate with you? Go and repair your son-in-law's prosthetic limb, and don't disturb me while I'm making soup."

"Hey, okay."

After Delong left, Mrs. Tang Li slowly slowed down the kitchen knife in her hand and looked through the kitchen window at the flowerbeds in the yard dyed by the sunset:

"It's boring to die of old age, but it's much more interesting to die like this."

…

"Hey!"

Richard threw the stone in his hand and hit eight floats on the river.

When he was about to show off to Philomena, he saw Philomena throwing a stone. The stone drew a large circle on the river, even pulled it out of the whirlpool, and then flew back to her hand.

"Awesome." Richard began to applaud.

Philomena said: "Karen is coming to the house."

"Um."

"Aren't you going back?"

"It's not convenient to talk at home."

Richard hit the water twice more. Behind him, Philomena lowered her head respectfully and looked at the figure that appeared in front of her.

Karen looked at her and asked, "Can you still control your power?"

Philomena smiled and said: "Just a godhead now, just dream about it."

"Well, what's the meal here for lunch?"

"Yes, the food is..."

Karen interrupted Philomena's order of dishes,

Said: "Mrs. Tang Li is preparing dinner."

Philomena nodded: "I know, I'll do it right away."

After Philomena left, Karen walked towards Richard.

Today, Richard did not lean toward him enthusiastically after he appeared as usual. Instead, he faced the river and seemed a little too quiet.

Karen thought he was worried about the recruitment and comforted him:

"Your grandpa is old and will be drafted. As for your grandma, this is her own choice. We can't interfere. Just take it easy."

Richard moved his body sideways, leaning towards Karen, and then lightly bumped Karen with his shoulder.

Karen looked at him with some surprise.

Richard turned his face sideways and looked at Karen. Behind him was the warm ripples of the river, which set off his smile:

"Brother, I can finally help you."

…

"I said, why do you continue to keep me here?"

Rasma opened his arms and looked at Old Hoffen and Dis sitting in front of him.

Dis ignored him and just closed his eyes.

The three of them have now developed a habit of drinking tea together every afternoon until dinner.

Rasma continued: "Karen has become the acting high priest. Even if he is a remnant of the light, it is meaningless. The Light Cult has been fucking rebuilt, and it has even appeared on the front page of Order Weekly.

!”

Old Huofen: "The legs grow on you, and you can't walk on your own."

Rasma: "I..."

Old Huofen: "According to the tradition of your God of Order, the high priest enjoys the highest legal authority. As the outgoing high priest, you must bow when you see the current one. Go back and kowtow to my grandson."

Rasma clenched her fists, stood up, and glared at Old Huofen: "The Cult of Kosmos does not kowtow!"

Old Huofen smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I have to do it again every day. Obviously I don't want to leave here, but I always have to repeat that I am being detained.

By the way, have you received the call-up? I heard that your Church of Kosmos has reserved positions for elderly priests.

You, the former high priest, should take the initiative to carry forward your style and set an example, and be the first to sacrifice, right?"

Rasma said very depressedly: "I signed up, but my round came last."

Old Huofen: "Shady story!"

Rasma: "That's because I'm the youngest in the temple!"

The whistle of the hearse came from outside the house. It must be that Mason had brought back a new client. Mary's yelling soon came from the yard downstairs: "Damn it, why don't you let the nursing home nurse clean the guests first? You let them do this?"

How do I prepare dinner!”

Old Huofen couldn't help but sigh: "Dis, now it seems that you were right to keep your family away from the church circle."

Dis slowly opened his eyes and said, "The spiritual imprint I left there returned to my perception, and the crypt was shaking again."

Old Huofen wondered: "Why, is that guy finally coming out this time?"

Rasma: "The tombstones of the temple will suppress that place. Even if He comes out, he will be taken away by the tombstones."

Dis stood up, then reached out and patted Old Huofen on the shoulder.

"Coming."

Old Huofen responded, and his figure disappeared, turning into a book and falling into Dis's hands.

Rasma also stood up and asked: "The arrangements have been made there a long time ago, do you still want to go?"

"Um."

"Dis, are you so curious about the mysterious god of the crypt?"

"If Ranedal wasn't here last time, he might have come out."

"What do you mean?"

"There are two gods in that crypt."

Rasma's eyes widened immediately: "Why didn't you report such important information to the cult, so that the cult could make targeted arrangements in time and arrange a second batch of manpower?"

"No, I'll go watch."

"I'll go too!"

Dis looked at Rasma and said nothing.

Rasma: "Dis, what do you mean by this look? No matter what happens, I still have fragments of the godhead, and my realm has been consolidated very well here recently."

Dis replied: "There are some battlefields that individuals under God are not qualified to participate in."

Rasma was silent. This feeling was very familiar, this conversation was also very familiar, and dusty memories began to attack him.

The principle note began to turn pages, with the excitement of an admirer: "Dis, can you become a god now?"

Dis looked at the sky outside the window: "The epochal suppression of the God of Order is getting weaker and weaker."
To be continued...