Chapter 206 Sakura is the best(1/3)
"Mr. Mei, you said that God also created the White King who is second only to himself, and the four great monarchs?"
The vice-principal diligently poured the priest a glass of wine. Their strategy tonight was to drink him to death as long as he couldn't drink him to death.
He and Angers took turns to fight. Seeing victory right in front of them, the priest, whose cheeks were already red from drinking, was about to hold up the white flag.
it's time!
Naturally, they can't let the priest really fall, otherwise they will find someone to talk to.
The vice-principal smelled of alcohol and looked about to be drunk. This was a tragic victory. Even with the combined efforts of him and Ange, they still barely won. This man's strength should not be underestimated, and he did not live in vain for so many years.
"Old man, is what you just said true?"
"Alai, how could I lie to you?" The priest shook his head and spoke seriously.
"Your Excellency, Bishop, in your era, does the White King refer to Satan, or Lucifer, the angel of the morning? Do the four monarchs refer to the four archangels?"
As a former Christian and a top student who graduated from Trinity College, Cambridge, Angers also read the Bible thoroughly in his early years and knew this "history" well.
Hybrids do not believe in gods. They initially believed that these myths were rewrites of the history of the dragon race, among which Nordic mythology was the closest.
"Speaking of which, Metatron seems not to be ranked among the four archangels. No wonder God is gone and his vision is poor!" The vice-principal was heartbroken, feeling aggrieved that the old man was not among the four archangels.
The priest was in a daze for a while. It seemed that he was drunk and wandering around, going to see God to ask for an explanation.
He suddenly came back to his senses and said blankly: "Who told you that the four great monarchs are equal to the four great archangels?"
Angers and the vice-principal looked at each other.
"You are just stereotypes and preconceptions. There are no four archangels at all. They are the product of the dragon clan's history and doctrine." The priest picked up the wine glass unsteadily, poured a large glass for the two of them, and then
He stared at the wine glasses of the two of them, as if if you don't drink, I won't tell you.
The vice-principal showed grief in his eyes. He raised the glass of wine with the fearless spirit of sacrificing his life to feed a tiger, and poured it into his mouth. His movements were so violent that half of the glass of wine was spilled in the middle. When he brought it to his mouth, he accidentally knocked it.
With his chin, he poured half the cup again, skillfully finishing it in one go.
Angers was dumbfounded, how could a special girl play like this?
Fortunately, the priest didn't care.
He said slowly: "God did create existences equivalent to the White King and the four great monarchs, but there is no so-called four archangels. You must have heard their names, Behemoth, Leviathan and
Sheets, they represent the earth, the sea and the sky respectively."
The vice-principal pondered: "Aren't there only three? Where did the remaining two go?"
"There are two left?" The priest looked strange and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, the remaining two are here."
Angers and the vice-principal frowned at each other, and the remaining two were here? The alcohol still numbed their brains, making them unable to turn around.
The vice-principal suddenly took a breath of air, looked at the priest with wide eyes, and whispered: "Which one of them are you always?"
Angers suddenly woke up. He suddenly thought of something. The man in front of him claimed to be the last Semitic, and both Arabs and Jews were Semitic.
The name Metatron is more common in Judaism than in Christianity! Most Christian churches shy away from the name Metatron because she is an angel in Judaism!
In Judaism, Metatron is unanimously believed to be the "Prime Minister of Heaven"!
To be more direct, in Hebrew, the four words "Metatron" itself represent - Little Jehovah.
The priest said drunkenly: "Oh my, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore."
It's just that this gesture is tantamount to admission.
Angers and the vice-chancellor fell into a long silence.
What they are currently facing is the legendary White King, second only to the Black King, who is regarded as a god-like creature by the Sheqi family.
One "god" has already made everyone miserable and put the entire Tokyo on the verge of destruction, but they have brought another "god" to Japan from Chicago.
"If the Chicago government doesn't allocate funds to our school next year, I will blow him up." The vice-principal said to Angers seriously, not joking at all.
Angers silently poured him a glass of wine.
The idiot vice-principal was obviously drunk, but it was rare that what the vice-principal said hit his mark.
"There is a saying in China that the sword of the previous dynasty cannot kill the officials of this dynasty, so don't expect me to help you. I am just a historian now."
The priest seemed to understand their thoughts, spoke slowly and raised his glass.
Angers and the vice-principal could only raise their glasses and clink their glasses.
"That's not right." The vice-principal came to his senses, "Isn't there another one? You just said that the remaining two are here, one is you, who is that one? The earth, the sky, the ocean, there are so many more
Bronze and fire?"
"Isn't it right here?" The priest slowly filled a glass of wine for him and said with a smile, "Didn't you see it?"
The vice-principal turned his head and looked at Angers steadily, and said solemnly: "Back then, I suspected that you, a mixed race, would join the church and become a disciple of God..."
Angers expressionlessly tipped the wine glass over his head.
It seemed that alcohol had paralyzed him. Normally, even if the vice-principal went offline again, Angers would have warned himself in his heart to endure it and tolerate him again.
"Your Excellency, what do you mean?" Angers held on to his rising drunkenness, maintained his last glimmer of clarity, and stared at the priest.
"Who is missing?" the priest asked without answering.
"If the sky, the earth, and the ocean correspond to the four great monarchs of the Dragon Clan, then the rest should be the King of Bronze and Fire." Angers said softly.
The priest nodded and slowly closed his eyes. The weight and majesty of history filled the air. His voice was low and solemn, as if he was singing an ancient epic, leading the two of them back to a lost era that was long gone.
"They found the first ray of fire in the world, held high the torch, and drove the herds of beasts with the glory of the flame. They built houses and forged weapons based on bronze and iron stone, which kicked off the endless war."
"You really don't know...who they are?"
"Aren't the descendants of the Lord of Bronze and Fire sitting in front of me?"
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The hotel's top-floor presidential suite.
The priest gently kicked away the empty wine bottles piled on the ground and came to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Behind him, the vice-principal snored loudly and fell asleep drunk. Like a dead pig, Angers half-lyed on the sofa and fell asleep.
"It seems that the origin of human beings is going to be marked with a big question mark."
An ethereal voice sounded, and Norns walked into the room silently and stood beside the priest.
Over the past countless years, they have been allies side by side as they are now.
"Did you hear that?" the priest asked suddenly. The question seemed so abrupt, but Norns's expression gradually became serious.
"Of course, the world is crying."
"Human beings are always like this, always showing their unsullied cunning inadvertently. Obviously the most turbid thing is the so-called 'emotion', but the most clear and untainted thing in the world is also 'emotion'. So no matter time After several changes, we are still imprisoned in their hands."
The priest murmured quietly.
His eyes reflected the golden light gradually rising from the sky. The magnificent sunshine slowly sank. The pre-dawn morning light penetrated the heavy rain clouds and gave the entire Tokyo a layer of golden rim. Thousands of rosy clouds fall into the dust.
"It's really gorgeous."
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This is an uphill road, surrounded by old buildings, old telephone poles, and a pile of iron trash cans piled on the roadside.
This street seems to extend infinitely to the horizon. After a high slope, there is no end in sight, only the dark sky can be seen.
Lu Mingfei stood in the middle of the ramp, raising his head silently.
He seemed to have returned to that rainy night, with the bright headlights tearing through the rain curtain. He stepped on the accelerator pedal fiercely, passing through the frightened Tokyo city tonight, crossing the silent mountains, and running forward against the sea, rain and wind, just for Save the girl who loves him.
But he still didn't do it.
Just like that high school speech in front of everyone, or that school cultural festival where I danced for Chen Wenwen...
He screwed up as always.
"Brother, it seems you have discovered it."
Lu Mingze, who had disappeared for a day, stood beside him at some point. He was wearing a black suit and holding a big black umbrella. It seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time, just like that rainy night.
Lu Mingfei lowered his head, stared at him for a long time, and then said softly: "Whose funeral are you planning to attend today?"
"Why can't it be a wedding?" Lu Mingze smiled slightly.
"Why don't you answer my call?"
"As you said, this is your girl. Of course you take care of your girl by yourself."
"Then why are you showing up now."
"Because I have two things to tell you."
"……I do not want to hear."
"Really?" Lu Mingze tilted his head, "Do you not want to hear it, or do you dare not to hear it?"
To be continued...