dognovel Chapter 662: The past will repeat itself
Chapter 662: The past will repeat itself
The holy city, the highest place.
There are very few mountains on the Double Moon Star. Rather than believing that this is a natural geographical feature of the planet, people prefer to believe that this is the guidance of God.
And at the top of the highest mountain of the Twin Moons Star lies the true holy city.
The holy city at the foot of the mountain is responsible for imprisoning pagans and transporting various materials to maintain basic operations on the mountain. It is equivalent to a large logistics transit station.
The real holy city has always been the part on the top of the mountain, and the rest of the area is just the way to meet the God of the sky.
The buildings at the top of the holy city are even higher than the clouds. Standing on the terrace, one can even clearly see the rotation of the blue moon and the silver moon. The priests responsible for recording the changes in the moon phases will make detailed records here day after day.
“Sir Saint——!”
The old priest knelt heavily on the ground, the sound of his knees hitting the marble echoing in the temple, and he spoke in a voice that was suppressed to the extreme: "You have seen it with your own eyes! Since the Saint has disappeared, the erosion of the demon moon has swallowed up one third of Thethys!"
"You can't let her be so willful any longer! How long are you going to indulge her?!"
"For the glory of Tethys, you should execute the saint and let the gods send a new messenger!!!"
At the end of his speech, the old priest even had blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. He fell to the ground in excitement, but he was still roaring in unwillingness.
The temple fell into dead silence.
The saint on the high seat slowly stood up, his pure white robe dragging over the obsidian steps, and walked step by step to the old priest and looked down at him.
"Sandy..."
The saint whispered the old man's name, then slowly squatted down and looked into his eyes and said, "Who gave you the right to question the saint?"
"The demonic moon devours tomorrow, and will eventually repeat the past."
"Now, the prophesied moment is coming."
The saint's palm covered old Sandy's head, and a light older than the moonlight flowed out from between the saint's fingers, engulfing the old priest's face like a waterfall.
When the stream of light dissipated, the saint withdrew his palm.
Only a tiny pinch of silvery-grey sand remained on the floor, which was blown away by the breeze like dust.
The temple remains majestic and has never changed.
"Saint of Thethys..."
The voice echoed in the empty hall, each syllable carrying an ancient rhythm, "How long are you going to wait? Are you going to watch helplessly as the people you protect are devoured by the demon moon?"
"..."
"I said before," a light voice sounded from the top of the hall, "I'm waiting for someone."
A person who is remembered by the moonlight, a person who deserves to be remembered by her.
A gloomy look suddenly flashed in the saint's eyes, and for the first time, a crack appeared in his calm tone. "Are you going to... gamble the fate of the entire Tethys for that empty possibility?"
The voice no longer appeared, as if it had never cared about the saint, or whether it was the saint or anyone else, it had no meaning to her.
There is no point, so naturally there is no expectation.
The moonlight never stays for anyone alone, and the same is true for her.
The voice disappeared, leaving the saint alone in the empty hall.
The saint knew that she never cared about housing or food, and it seemed that there was nothing in the world worthy of her attention.
【No meaning】
blank.
Those empty eyes never stopped for a moment at anything.
The saints of every generation have a blank at the beginning of their new life, but they will fulfill the responsibilities of God's messengers in the holy city and gradually fill the blank.
The Saint had long been accustomed to dealing with a Saint who had no emotions at all, but since the previous Saint left, the new Saint seemed to be subtly different.
The girl who carries the memory should not have any emotions, but now it seems that something unexpected has happened because of the unstable moonlight.
The ancient hymns still echoed in the empty temple. The songs that had been passed down since the creation of Tethys brought them the first ray of light beyond the silver moon.
At the beginning of creation, the evil moon wreaked havoc on the earth. Under the silver moonlight, humans could only gather in caves where they could never see the moon and the sky, and live in misery, struggling in despair with no end in sight.
Until that day, the gods bestowed their grace and brought the moon of salvation to Tethys.
The soft blue moon overlooks the earth, spreading life and miracles. Human beings are finally able to walk out of the cave and bathe in its blessings.
But it was not until the silver moon rotated again that people realized that this was just a new cycle. The double moons continued to rotate, and hope and death coexisted.
The bearer of the crown bestowed upon Thethys by the gods. Whenever the essence of the silver moon was about to devour the world, the saint would step from the top of that heavenly step to the center of the moon and create another cycle of reincarnation with her own body.
After that, Tethys will send down golden rain, and the scorched earth will come back to life, allowing people to rebuild their homes and reproduce... until the next saint appears according to her destiny.
This is the ancient fable that has been passed down in Tethys since the beginning of the world, and this cycle has happened countless times.
Saints are not witnesses. The real witnesses have always been this world.
"And the past will repeat itself..."
He murmured, looking at the silver moon hanging high in the distance, and fell into deeper thought.
...
...
After the ceremony, An Ming went against the flow of people and tried to chase the girl's back, but in the bustling crowd, all he could see was that lonely back.
Until finally, he could only stop in front of the blockade formed by the guards, watching the figure getting farther and farther away until it completely disappeared.
In the bustling crowd, that lonely figure is always out of reach.
"037...Who are you?"
With a name just like her number, 037 is the saint of this world. There are too many unsolved mysteries surrounding her, and An Ming can't even find a chance to contact her.
After returning to the wooden house, An Ming first went back to the warehouse, picked out some vegetables for dinner and brought them back to the inner room. He was used to cooking for himself here, so there was no need for it to be particularly exquisite, as long as he was full.
The money he earned from his civil engineering job was enough to cover his daily expenses, and occasionally on weekends he could splurge on a meat dish to treat himself.
"037...037, ah."
An Ming sighed while muttering 037's name. He cracked the egg in his hand into the boiling pot, and the burnt edges sizzled. But what he was thinking about in his mind was finding an opportunity to sneak into the Holy City to get some new intelligence.
"You called me?" A cold voice broke An Ming's silence.
"Well... the guards are very tight, and if I'm not careful I might even break my other leg. We better plan ahead," An Ming subconsciously flipped the burnt egg with a spatula, without even raising his head, completely immersed in his own thoughts.
"what is this?"
"Fried eggs—ah!" An Ming's eyes suddenly widened, and the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat and he couldn't shout it out.
Outside the window, the girl's clear eyes were staring at him without blinking. She tilted her head slightly with a hint of confusion, and he could even see the morning dew on her eyelashes.
An Ming had long been accustomed to muttering to himself at home. Anyway, no one here could understand the Blue Star language. He was completely unable to react for a moment when he heard what the girl said in the Blue Star language.
My brain froze for a moment until I smelled a distinct burning smell from my nose.
The fried eggs in the pan had turned into an unrecognizable mass. An Ming hurriedly turned off the fire and looked up at 037 outside the window.
The girl was still standing quietly in the vegetable field, like an honest cabbage, and the morning dew had wet the corners of her white skirt.
"You... come in first," An Ming leaned half of his body out of the window, showing a helpless expression.
An Ming didn't understand why this girl was just standing in the vegetable garden. If she didn't take the initiative to speak, he might not even notice her until he finished making lunch.
If he didn't speak up, he might really have to stand there alone until the sun sets.
"Oh."
037 nodded, tapped the window sill with his toes, and climbed over the window cleanly and neatly, and then climbed directly into the house smoothly.
An Ming only saw a light figure flash before his eyes, and the white skirt bloomed like a night-blooming cereus for a moment, and then fell quietly.
When he opened his eyes again, the girl was already standing quietly beside him, with a cool morning breeze coming from the window.
"meet again."
037 raised a light smile on his lips: "An Ming."
When they met again after a year, the girl was no longer the expressionless doll, but looked more like a role-playing.
For a moment, An Ming was in a very complicated mood. He never expected that the 037, whom he had been looking for for so long, would appear in front of him again in this way.
037 blinked in confusion, "Did I bother you?" She picked up an egg from the chopping board and imitated An Ming's previous movements, aiming it at the bottom of the pot -
"Click."
That is the cry of the egg.
"boom!"
At the moment when 037 retracted his two fingers, An Ming seemed to have witnessed the explosion of the Universe's micro-supernova nuclear bomb with his own eyes. When he realized it, it was too late to dodge.
So An Ming chose to close his eyes and feel the baptism of the storm.
After one hour.
"Feel sorry."
037 apologized very honestly, "I will definitely not make the same mistake next time."
An Ming's mouth twitched when he heard this. No...so you are still thinking about next time?
"I can do it," An Ming sighed, and took the egg from 037, "I just have a lot of things to ask you."
It’s just cooking one more portion of food, which is nothing to him.
The most important thing is not to let 037 go so easily. We finally have the chance to meet again, and we must get more information no matter what.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes set off the golden red, and twice-cooked pork is stir-fried until it has an amber sheen. These are all classic Blue Star delicacies. It’s not that I’m unaccustomed to the cuisine of Twin Moon Star... It’s just that I always have to find some comfort.
For An Ming, the food from his hometown is more like a way to stabilize his emotions, preventing him from having a complete mental breakdown when he is alone in a different world.
As the spatula stirred the food, the aroma of oil filled the air. 037 watched An Ming cook without blinking, his eyes full of confusion and curiosity.
"Why have I never seen this kind of dish in my memory?"
A smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of the girl's lips. In her eyes, An Ming was really an amazing person. He always had interesting memories that even "memory" did not know about.
"They are all classic dishes from my hometown. You will know once you try them."
An Ming rarely spoke much. He kept shoveling the pot in his hand, but kept talking one sentence after another. "Tomatoes need to be fried until they are sandy to be fragrant, twice-cooked pork needs to be stir-fried until the edges are slightly curled to be delicious, and eggs... uh, just don't crush them."
An Ming was stunned for a moment when he was halfway through his words. It turned out that he had not spoken to anyone like this for a long time. During the years he lived alone on Shuangyue Star, he was almost driven crazy by loneliness.
037 did not show any impatience, but just listened quietly. His focused eyes seemed to remember every word An Ming said in his heart.
Soon, An Ming brought the steaming hot meal to the table. He was confident that he could use these two dishes to temporarily detain 037 and thereby obtain more information about this world.
The girl stared at the two small wooden sticks on the wooden table in confusion. She stretched out her two little hands and held one stick each, looking like a knight holding two swords.
"what is this?"
"Huh?" An Ming almost laughed out loud when he saw this scene as soon as he sat down. He suppressed his laughter and picked up the chopsticks to demonstrate, "These are the cutlery used to pick up food in my hometown."
"Eh...?" 037 imitated An Ming's movements somewhat clumsily, raised his chopsticks and focused his attention on the rice grains in the bowl with held breath, and the next moment he shot out like a dragon, piercing the porcelain bowl through.
An Ming stared at the light-transmitting hole at the bottom of the bowl and fell into a long silence. This girl... is really strong.
Rather than saying that he is very strong, it would be more accurate to say that he seems to have no common sense at all, and his every move does not seem like a normal person's reaction.
037 also realized that he had done something wrong again. His originally smooth silver hair drooped down, making him look like a kitten that had done something wrong.
It was not until An Ming picked up a piece of meat from the bowl and handed it to 037 that the girl's eyes suddenly lit up. She opened her mouth and "Ah-woo" bit the meat and the chopsticks together.
"How can there be a taste that is not in my memory..."
037 carefully savored the flavor of the twice-cooked pork, and something seemed to light up in the depths of his blank eyes for the first time.
She seldom eats, or to be more precise, she doesn't need to eat at all. Besides, the taste of all the food in this world is engraved deep in her memory, and it feels like she has to eat the same food a hundred million times every day.
The taste of food repeated billions of times is disgusting and nauseating, and even the sight of the food will make you feel nauseous, so 037 hardly eats.
"An Ming... An Ming, who are you?" 037's pair of clear blue eyes stared straight at An Ming, not understanding why someone did not exist in his [memory].
The words spoken, the past known, even the meals cooked were never remembered.
It's like someone who has never existed in this universe. He clearly shouldn't exist, but he still shines so truly.
Existence itself is the paradox of the universe.
"Just a normal guy."
Just an ordinary person who can't go home.