The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

'Let's go to the Cyclops King's Court for a stroll. '

The black snake who stayed in Feilin's body muttered to himself.

Of course the evil god wouldn't be bothered by prophecies, after all...

Many of those who claimed to be prophets died at His hands.

But they didn't give the evil god a chance to seize the body.

This film boy is the first time that the evil god has obtained a complete body of a warlock with extremely high talent and destiny.

In fact, the reason why the original consciousness of this body was found by the black snake was not because of the black snake attack from the future, but because he [recognized] the existence of the black snake.

He realized the current Black Snake from the future... Even that future was more akin to an illusion and a dream composed of the body's physiological Origin Stone skills.

This kind of paradoxical connection is considered to be a very weak one, but the original consciousness of this body repeatedly deduced its own future in order to find a way to break the situation, but little did it know that this would only make his connection with the black snake deeper and deeper.

Finally, the [Snake] crawled out of his soul.

……

When the girl woke up from her coma, what caught her eyes was the concerned face of the film boy.

Although this expression contains concern, it was adjusted a second before the girl woke up.

Black Snake is a very good expression management master.

"……Thank you."

The girl looked at the film boy in front of her who was familiar but not unfamiliar, and strange but not completely unfamiliar, and thanked him again.

To be honest, the girl was still a little scared.

Although she knew that the person in front of her was her savior, but... he was also a madman.

A madman who only knew Aba and Aba, like a wild beast, suddenly spoke clearly and had strict logic... The girl felt an inexplicable fear.

But then, after the other party handed over the food, it disappeared.

After all, the girl is just a six or seven-year-old child.

But the girl didn't grab it. Even though her stomach was growling with hunger, she still remembered the etiquette her mother taught her.

"My good daughter, even if those Victorians think that we are all country bumpkins with vulgar accents, uneducated people, idle scoundrels, low-class people with bad origins... we still have etiquette that needs to be followed, and our moral character is not because of our Poverty and dust.”

Mother’s past teachings have been firmly imprinted in the girl’s heart…

Even her mother was forced to death by the damned Victoria, and her home was destroyed by Victoria's nobles.

Yes, if Victoria hadn't oppressed the Tara people, even educated people like my mother would have to work at the expense of their health all day long.

If those nobles hadn't temporarily revised the law and increased taxes, how could her father be beaten to death by the tax collector because he wanted to save money to buy medicine for her mother?

Damn Victoria!

……

Today's girl can't think so much...she's hungry.

But she still asked politely.

"Is this for me?"

"Of course...otherwise why would I hand it to you?"

The young man Feilin was a little surprised in his heart, but he still maintained a gentle expression like a spring breeze on his face.

'It seems that she should have received a certain amount of education... Not everyone in this neighborhood is civilized and polite. '

The Victorians regarded the Tara people as rude and inferior people because from the perspective of normal Victorians, the quality of the Tara people was indeed low per capita.

This is actually quite normal.

When a person is struggling for survival every day, it is undoubtedly difficult for him to pursue quality and humanistic etiquette.

A full or even half-full Victorian can certainly share the food in his hands gracefully, but for a Tara man who is about to starve to death, he will not care about polite words.

All he knew was that the feeling of being hungry was unpleasant.

And if you are slow, the food you get may slip away.

……

"Take your time, Mandela...we still have a lot of time."

The boy Feilin stared at the food in the girl's hands with eyes that concealed longing... Even though the food in the girl's hands came from him.

He had actually had a meal a long time ago...a pretty sumptuous meal.

But at this moment, he still acted like he wanted to eat but was worried... as if he was giving the girl all the food he rarely found.

Black Snake is a master of details.

And sure enough, when the girl saw the boy's eager look, she seemed to understand something.

She handed the food back to the boy.

But the young man sternly refused.

"I'm not hungry... I'll give it to you. You're injured and need to eat more."

The boy insisted and pushed the food back into the girl's hand.

In fact, he was quite full.

Now that the boy Feilin has completely sobered up, he naturally does not want to continue living as a homeless man... After all, Black Snake is not willing to endure hardship.

Being able and willing are two different things.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the boy from Filmlin...that is, the black snake in Filmlin skin was not clear-headed enough, he would have been able to live a better life.

[Subjective future] Although it is impossible to predict 100%, you can take the initiative to bring reality closer to the future.

It’s just that sometimes some parts of reality are too difficult to change, and some parts are too easy to change.

And the predicted future will indeed bring some information... and using this information gap, there are really too many things the evil god can do.

……

"You come too... and eat together."

The girl stuttered a little, and her slightly trembling film ears meant that the girl was not at peace inside.

'He is so kind, he is willing to give me all the food he eats...but what should he do? '

Although she had given the boy food before, the boy saved her life and took care of her when she was weak... How could she let her benefactor starve?

Children's thoughts are often simpler...and pure.

But the film boy jumped directly onto the pile of debris and made a face at the girl.

"You'd better take care of yourself first... See you later~Mandra~"

Then he left without looking back.

"Oh! Don't go..."

Looking at the young man's leaving figure, the girl couldn't help but panic.

She struggled to stand up, but there was no trace of the missing boy.

"...My name is not Mandela."

The girl looked at the piece of bread in her hand.

'Butter bread...how did he get it?' '

For girls, and for most Tara people living in Oak County, butter bread is just a 'decoration' in front of the bakery.

You can only watch, not eat.

The girl waited for a while and after realizing that the boy had indeed left, she took a bite.

'So sweet...'

……

"Xi, I mean, if, if one day... I do something to make you angry, will you forgive me?"

"will not."

"Ah? Why are you so sure? I haven't even said anything yet!"

"Then do you think you make me angry less often?"

"Uh……"

"Hmph! If you ask me this question now, it means that you must be making some crooked ideas... Tell me, are you interested in my painting again? Or... you took advantage of me when I wasn't paying attention. Did you do anything extraordinary to my Mo Xi?"

"What's so outrageous? How can you accuse someone's innocence out of thin air...How can something like chatting with Mo Xi be considered outrageous!"

"Tsk... Those ink monsters you taught me bad are pestering me to draw some TV sets for them. Don't they know that even if I draw them, the signal will not be received in the picture scroll... I'm so annoyed. If you dare to teach me again, If you mess with me, I will lock you in a painting for 100 years! Anyway, you are using this body to do nothing but do nothing."

"Haha, a guy who is about to get moldy in a painting really dares to say that."

"……To shut up!"

……

"Lord Blood Demon... I have always had a little doubt about your taste."

"...Black Snake, why are you so crazy?"

"No, no, no, I'm really curious. In the eyes of you blood demons, will the taste of the body taken away by me change? Will it be more fragrant and attractive?"

"Some little guys probably can't tell... But, do you know why I want to plant a mark on your new body every time I see it?"

"why?"

“Because if you want to reduce the impact of the odor that cannot be removed, you must cover it up with a more comfortable smell.”

"…Then you really have no taste."

Chapter 273: Capt’s little hands don’t seem very clean

'Forget it about Yeragond, a nanny like her who raised a short-lived breed and fought for power so many people died that I even asked me to discuss countermeasures. She gets restless just because of some struggle of that level... then How would she be frightened if she saw mobile cities bigger than mountains colliding with each other, tens of thousands of corpses scattered across the wilderness, and blood condensing into rivers? '

For evil gods, Ursus is one of the powers that can be harnessed.

As for Yeragond, Kjerag was just her weakness... a liability.

'She was born in the snowy mountains, but she never wanted to leave here to explore her own meaning... She was bound by those weak lives and too rich empathy. '

"I really can't think of a reason why He would make me into an ice sculpture...and she doesn't have the ability to put into practice what I saw [one of the futures].'

Although Black Snake did not think about asking Yeragond who was more important in her eyes, Black Snake or the Shelagh... But Black Snake did not speak after all.

Words are not reliable, only actions can prove everything... Of course, mind reading can also be used.

It's just that Yeragond is already one of the very few behemoths Black Snake has met that is easy to trick... and get along with.

It's not that Black Snake looks down on Yelagund... but that today's Yelagund, together with the Blood Demon Lord of the Sakaz Court and Xi, who is one-twelfth of a shard of a year old, is also closely watched by Great Yan. In comparison, it is indeed not a threat in the eyes of the black snake.

And in the eyes of the suspicious and sensitive Black Snake, it is not considered a threat... One can imagine how 'harmless' the current Yeragonde is in the eyes of the Black Snake.

As for the future... the evil god will never erase the so-called threats that may exist in the future. He does not have that level of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and who can be sure of the future?

The evil god only focuses on the present, because he believes that controlling the present is equivalent to controlling the future.

In His eyes, there are too many things that could threaten Him... Even if you have to prepare for your own safety, there is no need to spend too much energy on things with extremely low probability.

Even [Sarkaz's prophecy] will be wrong, let alone the multiple-choice [subjective prediction] provided by this body.

Well, it's not just that the options are ambiguous, it's also possible that among the options observed by Black Snake, there is no correct answer at all.

What's more, in addition to observing his own fancy way of death, Black Snake also observed these future 'murderers' being killed by Black Snake in other ways in the future.

That's fine.

Black Snake felt much more at ease.

……

In a remote part of Iberia, an old man was sitting in a deserted church, writing his experimental report.

His name was Cicero, a bishop of the deep sea.