social relations, but this is not realistic.

Even what you think is the correct way will arouse the other party's resentment, which is why you were beaten yesterday."

"Then what should I do?"

"Sweep the floor, cook, and chat."

Derius turned to look at his father, as if asking: Are you serious?

Bishop Bourne smiled and said: "These are the most useful when dealing with older people."

"Who are you talking about being old?"

Old Saman's figure appeared at the gate and stared at Bishop Bern.

Bishop Bourne reached out and touched Derius' head and said, "I'm just teaching children how to respect their elders."

"If you don't have this heart, there's no point in pretending."

Bishop Bourne shook his head and said: "Many old people in the world know that their children treat them well for the sake of family wealth, but they are happy to pretend not to know."

"I'm different from them."

"But I don't think there is any difference. You and I will both get older."

"I'm getting older, but you don't seem to have changed much. You are still the same as before, insidious, cunning and shameless."

"I'm very happy to hear you say that." Bishop Bern pushed Derius forward, "In any case, he is the current son of God of your Palmyres Religion, and if nothing else, he will also be the future Pope.

, I think you should leave something for him."

"The nest has been taken over by you, and yet you are still thinking about that little thing that has been left alone for a long time. You two, father and son, are really equally thick-skinned."

Derius said sincerely: "Mr. Saman, it was the church elders who discovered some of the things you left in the messenger space. You know that many of the inheritances of my religion have been broken over the years. Now that you have mastered it, I

I hope you can pass them on."

"I have no obligation."

"This is for the Pamireth Cult."

"The Cult of Palmyreth is already yours."

"You should not question my devotion to the god Palmyres."

Hearing his son say these words, Bishop Bourne couldn't help but close his eyes.

"If God really sees this scene, you and your father, body and soul, will be drawn into the letter and sealed for eternity!"

"Mr. Saman, I am here to make a request on behalf of the Palmires Cult. I hope you can think about the Cult and the future of the Cult..."

"Buzz!"

Old Saman appeared in front of Derius and kicked him.

Bishop Bourne also appeared in front of his son, blocking Old Saman's kick with his cane. The blue and black lights and shadows collided rapidly at this moment, and finally dissipated.

Old Salman stared at Bishop Berne's face and said word by word: "Your son is very smart, but your son is very stupid."

"He is still young after all."

"There is nothing wrong with being young, but since you are young, you should stay at the back and stay there, instead of coming to the front and talking so much annoying nonsense based on your youth!"

Derius took out a scroll inlaid with sapphire from the sleeve of the divine robe and said: "I have the handwriting of the Pope here."

"ha."

Old Saman smiled and looked at Derius,

"Are you sure you want to open the Pope's letter? Are you sure you want me to start doubting the Pope's identity now?"

Derius was stunned.

When old Saman saw the change in his expression, his eyes began to turn red.

Bishop Byrne reached out and grabbed Derius' shoulders, leading him back quickly.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

Old Saman looked at Bishop Bern who was retreating and asked:

"Why, don't you come in and sit down?"

"I didn't think about going in. After all, there are too many uncertainties when facing a dying person."

"You think I will drag you to be buried with you? You think too well. I don't want there to be something filthier than a toilet in the place where I lie after my death."

"Who knows." Bishop Bourne smiled slightly, "But you should leave something behind."

"I have already left the things that should be left behind in the messenger space. I just need to spend decades slowly exploring and cracking them. I don't owe Palmires anything to teach me, let alone the Cult of Kosmos. I now

I just want to die. If you are not willing to give me the peace of mind to die, then I am looking forward to what will happen next.

So, take your disgusting son, stay out of my sight, and don’t disturb my peaceful death atmosphere.”

Bishop Bourne nodded and said, "Let's go."

"roll!"

Old Saman's figure disappeared.

Derius said: "The things he left behind in the messenger space are indeed as he said. It will take decades to crack and master them. He is a space genius who has been hidden."

"Lord Son of God, I am very curious about something."

"Your Majesty, please tell me."

"Have you read the contents of the ecclesiastical decree in your hand?"

"The Master requested that Mr. Shaman open it himself, but I have not seen it."

When Bishop Bourne heard this, he frowned slightly and said, "Open it now."

"But……"

"It's impossible for you to see him again."

Derius pursed his lips and opened the oracle. When the scroll was laid out, the figure of the Pope was projected.

But the figure of the religious leader did not persuade or appease,

He only said a brief sentence and then disappeared:

"Go well."

…

Karen saw old Saman coming back and found that his back was even more hunched than before.

"I guess the feeling after scolding is not more comfortable."

Old Saman nodded and said, "But if you don't scold me, my back will hurt even when I lie in the coffin."

Karen looked at the time and said, "Can we start?"

"You have the nerve to push for death?"

"I want to go back to bed early."

"Okay, let's get started."

Old Saman walked to his coffin and began to perform the ceremony. The ceremony was very simple and should be similar to the "space exile" ceremony, which is a traditional process of the Palmires religion.

After the ceremony, Old Saman began to give a condolence speech to himself:

“I originally thought that the first half of my life was exciting enough to tolerate the boring second half of my life, but in the end I realized that everything was completely reversed.

I don’t know how to sum up my life. It’s like a dream. I thought I had let it go, but I still carried it on my shoulders. I thought I could see clearly, but in fact, my eyes were always covered, and I still used

I blocked it with my own hands.

If I could do it again,

I don’t want to think, wander, or hesitate;

I want to be free and easy, I want to be free, I want to be willful;

pity,

There will be no chance to do it again.”

After the speech, Old Saman cut open his palm with his nails, and blood dripped into the coffin. The next moment, a blue light appeared in the tomb, and there was a teleportation circle buried deep here.

"When I die, my body and this coffin will be sent into the unknown space countercurrent, which will no longer be followed. I want to give myself the last part of my funeral, a true... space exile."

Hearing these words, Alfred's expression changed. The body was actually going to be teleported away?

Karen asked calmly: "I heard that space also has coordinates. If you search according to the initial coordinates, you should be able to find it."

"Haha, but I don't know where the coordinates are, and I don't want to know, and no one can know." Old Saman opened his arms and shouted, "Because I just want to end my behavior like a dog in the most careless way.

life."

As soon as he finished speaking,
To be continued...