I Like This Dream!

(Eighty-nine)

Eventually Alva gave Chris a check and kicked them out.

"Physical damage, infertility, no estrus, pheromone disorder, the peak value is no higher than 1.5 times the daily state, far lower than the pheromone level during estrus." Alva said flatly, "Unable Treatment, but other than that it’s nothing serious.”

"But……"

"The lack of body fluid lubrication is not because he is sick." Alwapi said with a smile, "It's probably because your size and time skills are all terrible."

The door banged again. An Xu quickly took a step back and smacked his lips at the closed door. The only harvest this time is an iron piece that can temporarily open the collar, which is equivalent to its key. The collar was the type that couldn't be opened after it got stuck in the bite. When Duke Roland sent her the collar, he had no intention of asking her to take it off.

An Xu turned to look at Chris, who didn't react much and seemed to be distracted. After returning from shopping outside, Chris no longer resisted being inspected, but looked at An Xu from time to time, as if he was hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" An Xu asked.

Chris didn't answer, and she didn't care. It was just a casual question anyway. Anxu was used to this way of getting along, probably because she couldn't imagine how Chris would react in this situation. In the dream, Chris was taciturn and lacked movement. But who can ask for a game to be as vivid as a living person? Now this immersive feeling is quite good.

They left the medical school and returned to where An Xu lived. With the development of Thunder Castle, Anxu's place of residence, although not as good as the Sullivan Manor in Abery, was comparable to a star-rated hotel (the kind without electronic products). Lydia has long since moved into the medical student dormitory. Apart from the cleaners, there are only two people in the big house: Anxu and Chris. She rolled on the huge bed and arched over the edge to pull on Chris.

Chris didn't come over obediently. He pursed his lips and asked, "Why?"

"Why?" An Xu asked.

Many whys.

From the time he came back, no, before he came back, Chris was troubled by great confusion. Who created this unique dream city? Everyone said it was Anna Sullivan, the God's Favorite, the Thunder Queen. They worshiped and believed in her as firmly as the people of Amenan believed in the rays of the sun. But if Anna Sullivan is the wise, wise, selfless and kind saint they say, who is the person Chris saw?

Sullivan was destroyed, and the little girl stood smiling among the corpses and ruins.

Wearing the Chains of God's Punishment, a thin but happy girl who feels aggrieved by what happened to him every day.

He said "Give him to me" and didn't care about anything about him, treating his alpha like a toy.

Sometimes Chris wasn't even sure he was seeing the same person, let alone how different the one he saw was from what others said. Are there so many souls in Anna Sullivan's body?

He asked the question when Alva examined him, and the doctor denied him unequivocally.

"Splitting the soul is not a symptom of this." Alva said, "Why do you think so?"

"But I met her many years ago, and she..." Chris said, "She's not like this."

Alva dropped the tool in his hand on the table, tapping his knuckles on the table irritably. Since driving Count Anna out and examining Chris alone, the doctor has been studying his collar in addition to drawing his blood. Alva laughed without a smile and said, "What answer do you want to hear? Anna Sullivan is a good person, but there is an evil spirit attached to her. The evil spirit is the one who treats you badly? Continue. Come down here, do you want me to help you exorcise evil spirits?"

Chris shrank subconsciously. He had been a little afraid of Alva since he was a child. It was not the fear of being hurt, but closer to the anxiety of wanting to be liked. Even now that he knows that he can't do it, there is still a little conditioned reflex left. . Alva closed his eyes and softened his tone.

"Don't have that meaningless expectation." He said flatly, "There is only one Anna I have seen. She was the one who built Thunder Castle, and she is the one who used you as a sexual and reproductive tool. . She is a talented and strategic ruler, which does not prevent her from being a beast full of selfish desires. Look, alpha..."

Alva's lips pursed in disgust, and a haze of hatred flashed across his eyes. Those who have seen him like this will find that his usual expressions when facing alphas can be called pleasant. He turned around suddenly, used tweezers to remove the small iron piece that had been treated on the alcohol lamp, and turned back to look at Chris.

"This is something that can open your neck. I think with your superpower, it's very easy to escape. I can also tell you the patrol schedule." He said, "Tell me the truth now, are you ready to escape immediately? ?”

"I……"

If he had seen Thunder Castle before, Chris would have nodded without hesitation. Even if he suffered betrayal, even if the Knights of the Wind were disbanded, even if the former beacon disappeared and he was in this situation, Chris, who had recovered from the blow, still didn't want to give up.

There is no news of the execution of all members, and there may still be people alive in the Knights of the Wind. Chris wants to find them, apologize to them, and atone for his involvement in them; there must be people more unfortunate and more unfortunate than him in all parts of Armenan. Those who are unable to resist, Chris wants to help them. Somewhere, there must be people who need Chris, and there must be things he can do. Otherwise, what's the point of his existence?

"...I'm sorry, Mr. Alva." Chris said frankly, "I have something I need to know."

There are more important things than leaving here, at least not right now. What he sees raises a dangerous riddle: What on earth was Ann thinking? If she can suddenly change from a friendly and enlightened friend to a ruthless perpetrator, will she also one day, for reasons unknown to everyone, change from a brilliant ruler to a cruel oppressor?

Even if he could read minds, Chris still didn't understand her.

Why?

If alphas, whose nature is to prey on the weak and treat the other two genders and other classes as inferior creatures, how could they create such a free land?

If you agree that everyone has the right to live a good life without being oppressed or persecuted, then why...why do you do this to me?

Chris asked his question carefully and somewhat incoherently. Anxu lay on the bed and listened patiently. When he finished, he tilted his head and thought about it.

"Oh, I understand what you mean." An Xu nodded, "There is no reason."

Chris looked at her in disbelief, listening to the answer that was exactly the same as his heart.

"If you have to give a reason, it's actually the same." An Xu continued to answer, "Because I want to do this. I want to do it, and I can do it, so just do it. Why do I have to go through the trouble of creating a great person?" The reason?"

-Why?

-No reason.

Chris had thought that Ann might be treating him like this because she hated him, was angry with him, or couldn't stand him. Although it would be sad, Chris felt that it would be okay if this was the case. It would just be a special case of personal grudges and would not hurt others. Unfortunately, the answer was much scarier than he thought.

Only then did Mr. Knight realize that Ann had changed too much. She had not changed at all. This girl has never grown up. Her likes, dislikes and desires are as direct as a child's. She can become a god or a devil in a single thought.

The scary thing is that she has this ability.

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In the place closest to God, a secret conversation is coming to an end.

"You did a good job. The prophecy is as effective as we thought." The old alpha said, "In this case, all we have to do is wait."

He was wearing a black and white cassock and a white skullcap. The sheep's head seal ring on his ring finger showed his distinguished status. Pope Randolph III of Armenen sat behind a desk and looked kindly at the black-haired priest in front of him.

God's Favorite Noah bowed and accepted His Majesty the Pope's praise with a smile.

"It's a pity that Ronald didn't show up again after that, and he didn't even summon his most trusted subordinates." Randolph III shook his head, "If he could return to the Wengaro Defense Line, Richard's throne would be tilted even more sharp."

"If Ronald gains a firm foothold, he will still cause trouble to the Holy See." The God's Favored One said.

"Noah, do you also think I'm too conservative?" the pope asked.

"Your choice is always the best."

If you put this sentence to another person, you can hear some dissatisfaction in it. However, in the mouth of the God's Favorite with a slight smile, it sounds humble and sincere, making the old and strict Randolph III relax his face. line. The Pope's wrinkled face relaxed and he looked at Noah lovingly, looking like an ordinary old man.

"As long as you think so, my hard work has not been in vain." He said happily, "Some people are just so impatient. The prophet said, how can a heart on fire cross the glacier? You are still young. As long as you wait, the supreme The position will always belong to you. Whose bloodline is nobler than yours? The glory of God and the world will shine on you."

The favored man's smile was so refreshing that no matter who looked at him, he couldn't help but be infected, let alone the old man who was related to him by blood. Randolph III was absolutely right, the son of a pope and a princess, what an appallingly noble status he had.

"It's a pity that Angela was killed by the false king..." The Pope sighed and stared at Noah, trying to find something like his mother in him, but unfortunately he couldn't find any. Noah, the favored one of God, was neither like his father nor his mother. After escaping from death, his eyes and hair had changed color, and there was no trace of his parents.

But doesn’t it really look like it? When Randolph III looked at his son, the unfamiliar feeling immediately disappeared. Noah made him feel so kind and warm, like when he was meeting a god. The Pope relaxed and kindly allowed the traveling child to go back to rest.

Noah bowed and left with a smile on his face from beginning to end.

The highest position?

He laughed wildly in his heart as he recalled what the stupid old man said. What a stupid person. How can a mortal throne be called the highest position?