NABC Chapter 24 Doubt
Chapter 24 Doubt
There is a saying that is very good.
What is terrible is not death, but the process of waiting for death.
The young Lord God never thought that he would have such a nervous meal one day.
The thing in his hand was cooked by Ali Cumon himself, but at this moment, Apollo had no intention to taste it carefully.
In fact, after tasting the food produced by the Horn of Plenty, it tastes like that again.
The food produced by the artifact will certainly not be as delicious as that of Ali Kumon, who can only be called a little culinary.
Ali Kumon obviously noticed this after cutting off a piece of mutton and stuffing it into his mouth. His heart moved, and he couldn't help but look at Apollo who had eaten the food from the Horn of Plenty for many years.
It was not surprising to see that the other party pursed his lips and frowned, looking not very interested.
Although he knew that the food he made was not as good as the Horn of Plenty, the fact that Apollo presented this fact in such a straightforward manner still made Alikumon, who hadn't cooked for a long time and has already performed at a super level today, feel a little bit a little bit embarrassed lost.
After all, he is a high-ranking sun god, so it's normal to look down on such ordinary things, and as the main god, there is no need to force himself to show interest in things that are not particularly delicious.
Ali Kumon looked at the leg of lamb on the table, then at Paris, the only one on the table that was eating sweetly, and cut a few extra pieces of tender meat for him.
"It's delicious, Ali Kumon." Paris wiped the oil from his mouth and smiled brightly.
Alikumon was taken aback for a moment. He knew that Paris, as the youngest son of the Troy king, naturally couldn't have eaten something good, but the child expressed his love so bluntly.
No one doesn't like to hear a good word.
Ali Kumeng let go of his slightly frowning brows, and curled his lips.
"Unfortunately, I can't eat so much..." Paris muttered, looking at the roast leg of lamb on the table.
A leg of lamb is enough to feed Paris four or five times.
Ali Kumon scratched his face embarrassingly, but he really didn't think so much when he did it.
Paris looked at Apollo, then at Alicumon, and thought of the noble Lord God who came to him for Alicumon and taught him music for this purpose. He turned his eyes and stood up.
"Before it rains, I'll go and distribute the leg of lamb to other people in the tribe, is that okay? They usually take good care of me." Paris looked at Alikumon, and he also heard Alikumon's words to Apollo. If you want to talk about it, you just want to leave the tent right now and leave space for these two gods.
Ali Kumon nodded, thinking that he should not waste it. Seeing Apollo's unhappy expression, he glanced over and made the other party startled, and missed the opportunity to prevent Paris from leaving.
Seeing Paris struggling to carry such a thick leg of lamb, Alicumon thought for a while, glanced at Apollo, put him down and chased him out.
Paris looked at Alikumeng who came out in surprise, "Alikumeng, you don't need to follow, if other people in the tribe know that you are a god..."
"It's good for you." Ali Cumont stated flatly, and he wanted to help Paris get the roast leg of lamb but was rejected.
"Well... but what about the Sun God?" Paris refused Ali Kumon's help, but he did not refuse his kindness to walk with him in order to show his unusual status. He looked back at the tent, but Apollo did not chase him out. "Ali Kumon, the Sun God is very good...he came to see me after you left."
Ali Kumon, who had been focusing on Zeus all the time, paused, turned his head to look at Paris, and frowned, "What did he ask you for?"
Apollo's attitude towards human beings is not good. Even if he has promised to protect Troy, he will never take care of a human being unless he has other plans.
But there is really nothing in Paris that a main god can covet.
"He came to ask me, what do you like, and some small habits." Paris looked up at Ali Kumeng with a small face, "He remembers very seriously, but what I can tell him is not enough. limited."
Hearing this, Alikumeng laughed out loud. He rubbed Paris's hair vigorously, "You started helping people match strings at such a young age?"
"But Ali Kumon, don't you also like the Sun God?" Paris asked, "You sleep in the sun every day, don't you like the Sun God? Why don't you accept his pursuit?"
First of all, I didn't like Apollo.
"..." Ali Kumon was a little desperate for the logic of humans and gods in this world, but he still didn't intend to deny the guess "Ali Kumon likes Apollo" in front of others. Hands on Paris' head, "Gods are the most fickle, Paris."
"I don't understand." This kind of question is a bit too profound for a child, and Paris, no matter how smart he is, couldn't understand what Ali Cumon meant, "You like the sun god, and the sun god also likes you, why are you not together? "
Ali Cumon didn't intend to let him understand, he just needs to let Apollo who is watching here hear it.
He knows that a bitter lover who is hurt by love is the easiest to win the sympathy and favor of others, just like the host who even Zeus is moved after telling his painful and humble love.
Some people just like to find a sense of superiority from other people's wounds. They express pity and pain to others' wounds that are exposed to the sun in front of them, and they will more or less put some thought into it.
Unfortunately, high-ranking and dignified people have such thoughts to some extent, and gods are no exception.
"Because the lifespan of a god is too long, it will never be possible to be with your father and mother all the time. Moreover, he is the main god, and I am only a second-class god." After Alikumeng finished speaking, he hung down With a lonely expression in his eyes, he gently pushed Paris, "It's going to rain, you should hurry up."
Paris understood a little but seemed at a loss, but he had finished what he wanted to say, so he didn't worry about anything anymore, and ran to several nearby houses with the roast leg of lamb.
Ali Kumon didn't follow. He seemed to be stabbed by Paris's words. He stood there for a while before taking a deep breath and returning to the tent.
"Let's talk." Ali Kumon sat opposite Apollo, his mouth pursed and he looked a little pale.
Apollo looked at Alicumon, thought of what he said to Paris outside the tent, and instantly understood what the other party wanted to tell him.
Ali Kumeng restrained his expression, making himself look cold and calm, "Apollo, we can't."
Knowing what Ali Kumon was worried about, Apollo did not hesitate to refute Ali Kumon's words, "Nothing is impossible, Ali Kumon, I know what you are worried about."
"Now that you know, please let me go, respected Sun God." Ali Kumeng looked at Apollo, stared straight into his eyes, and said with a clear and clear voice, "I don't want to play emotional games with you."
"Why don't you believe me?" Apollo asked, "If you don't believe me, then let the golden arrow of Eros pierce my chest."
"Then once you don't have the golden arrow, will you pursue others like you pursue me now?" Alikumeng shook his head, "When you pursued Daphne back then, I'm afraid you would never have imagined that you would be so interested in me now."
Apollo froze for a moment, but then frowned, "It's different from back then. I'm not shot by the golden arrow now. I really love you."
"Apollo, do you need me to make it clearer?" Alikumon's indifference almost came out from his eyes, "I don't believe you, I don't want to end up like...him, painfully in love with someone forever The main god that cannot be obtained."
Ali Kumon knew that among the gods who had the courage and ability to continue watching what happened before, there was Apollo.
And based on Apollo's interest in him, even if the host is using his body, he will never let go of his attention—in fact, in all fairness, Ali Kumon thinks that Apollo's deeds are actually enough to move people's hearts.
But what he wants is definitely not a spur of the moment emotion.
Apollo thought of the "outsider"'s confession to Zeus before, and glanced at Ali Kumon's current attitude, something flashed in his heart, and he was quickly caught by him.
"Alicumon, tell me." Apollo said with a serious expression, "Have you... been acting as two people all this time?"
Alikumeng's mind went blank for a moment, and he could hardly restrain his sudden heartbeat and wanted to beat the case.
He was just about to erect a barrier around it to prevent prying eyes, in case Zeus noticed anything, but found that the divine power of Apollo had already filled the tent, completely isolating outside prying eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Alikumeng said flatly, with obvious doubts.
"Since you killed the gods, have you started playing two people?" Apollo said with concern, "The outsider should have disappeared at that time—or is it not completely dead?"
"..." Ali Kumeng could no longer keep up with Apollo's brain circuits.
Who will tell him how the topic suddenly jumped from a fresh relationship issue to a serious suspenseful drama like killing gods and life and death.
"I can feel that you are judged after killing the gods, which is not the same as when you were occupied by that outsider before." Apollo looked at Alikumon seriously, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the falsehood and touch the truth, " At that time, there was a layer of fog on your soul, which I couldn't see through."
Ali Kumon pursed his lips in silence.
A layer of fog... that was probably the power of the system to cover up his name. When he took control of his body, the name was not "deprived", but could only be "covered up".
The two are quite different.
There has been no problem with the power of the system, and Ali Kumon always thought that the gods would not notice any abnormalities.
Unexpectedly, he completely underestimated the power of the Lord God.
The alarm in Ali Kumeng's heart blared.
"But after the trial, it was not you who taunted me... and the one who said those things to God the Father before, and you didn't have that layer of fog on your body." Apollo said, "So I think the outsider may not have disappeared, I want to know what is going on."
Ali Kumeng glanced at him, "I don't know, I didn't know during the trial, I seemed to have experienced it, but I didn't seem to..."
Apollo stared at Ali Kumon for a while, and took the initiative to find a step for Ali Kumon, "Father God told me that when outsiders rob the body, it is when the owner of the body has escape or other weak thoughts. Tell me you don't want to come out, tell me, why do you want to escape when you see me?"
"I... I just..." Ali Kumon finally determined that Apollo had just touched a little bit of the edge and made guesses, rather than really knowing the truth, and his high-hanging heart fell.
"I don't mean to distrust you, Ali Kumon." Apollo held Ali Kumon's hand and rubbed it for a while, "I hope you will stop being weak and let that outsider take advantage of it."
Ali Kumon stared at the hand holding his paw, and remained silent.
"It's a good thing that you've been in control of your body for longer and longer recently, don't worry me."
Ali Kumon nodded.
Anyway, it's right to make people happy, Ali Kumeng thought.
"Take good care of yourself." Apollo rubbed Ali Kumon's head, hugged him for a long time, let him stand up, walked to the door of the tent, and stopped, "I will go and take care of myself." Ask Father God what is going on, it will make you feel at ease, when the time comes, we will slowly talk about what you said before."
Wait, wait hero!
Alikumeng had just chased him out, but he had lost sight of Apollo.
shit...
Bridge Bean Sacks! !Don't tell Zeus that! !
This is the rhythm of big things.
Ali Kumon felt like he was going to cry.
☆, disappear