"How dare mortals pry into the name of God?"

"God?" Caesar's eyes were bright. "You call yourself a god?"

The woman suddenly fell silent and said to herself: "It seems that I talk too much. Talking too much seems to affect my temperament."

She stood up gracefully, with a hazy glow all over her body, and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window, leaving a final word to Caesar.

"Mortals, humans always fail to remember the lessons of history. Will you be an exception?"

In Caesar's shocked gaze, the woman's figure turned into countless bubbles and dispersed in the air, disappearing.

The door burst open.

A clergyman strode into the suite.

"It seems like it's a step too late." The priest opened the door and walked into the house, sighing as he entered a deserted place. "Sure enough, what seems like one step is actually two parallel lines that will never intersect."

He took off his top hat, looked at Caesar, and said with a smile: "Boy from the Gullweger family, long time no see, do you still remember me?"

Caesar stared closely at the middle-aged man whose appearance had not changed in more than ten years. He was silent for a long time and confirmed in a low voice: "Mr. Bishop?"

"Very good, it seems you haven't forgotten me." Mr. Father smiled happily, "I still haven't forgotten that at the funeral I hosted, there was a brat who dared to set fire to my church. God can

I can't even bear it."

Caesar's face twitched.

It is completely unimaginable that this is what a clergyman could say.

The man in front of him was the bishop who presided over his mother's funeral back then. His appearance had not changed at all from that time, but the immature boy back then had grown into a responsible adult man.

"You...are also acquainted with my mother?" Caesar asked after a pause, "Are you chasing that person just now?"

"Your mother? No, I don't know your mother." The priest held the cross and waved casually, "The reason why I remember you as a boy from the Gurweig family is because of the check you used to repay the church repair fee.

The name written on it, Caesar Guerweger, is ugly, but it is very powerful and remains fresh in my memory."

"So, boy from the Gullweger family, would you mind telling me what the man who came to see you just now said to you?" The priest tapped his fingers on his chest one after another and said a prayer.

"Of course, but Mr. Bishop, should you tell me what happened tonight?" Caesar smiled.

The priest pondered for a few breaths and said succinctly: "There is someone suspected of being a god walking on earth tonight."

"Gods?" The smile on Caesar's face disappeared, "Are you talking about pure-blood dragons?"

"Now it's your turn to answer my question." The priest shrugged.

"...She asked me if I wanted to trade." Caesar said, "Are you talking about pure-blood dragons?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure." The priest said with deep meaning, "Tell me the content of the transaction."

"Memory." Caesar thought for a while, feeling a little unkind, and added, "To be precise, it's my lost memory, but I didn't know that I actually lost my memory."

The priest was silent for a moment, and looked at Caesar with a particularly strange look. After a long time, he said: "I have to say, I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for you."

"What inside story do you know?" Caesar's expression became serious. "I am willing to buy more information from you. You can write the price on the check as you like."

"It's a pity that God can't bless you." The priest said slowly, "I suggest you pray to the Buddha next door, if he can hear you."

"I am Italian. Buddha does not care about Italy. Our family believes in God." Caesar spoke righteously.

"A family with hereditary dragon blood, you tell me that you believe in God?" the priest said with a smile, "Go and feel the reality of the world for yourself. The only reminder I can give you is to remember to tie yourself up before going to bed at night."

"While sleeping at night?" Caesar asked blankly, "What do you mean?"

"It means that you will have some incredible dreams." The priest smiled mysteriously, turned and walked towards the door, "I won't disturb your dream, no need to send him off, goodbye, boy from the Gullweger family."

I don't know if it was because this guy referred to himself as "a Gullweger boy", but Caesar stopped him just as he was about to step out of the gate.

"I don't like to owe people favors. You gave me a reminder, and I will repay you with some details." Caesar said calmly, "The person just now seemed to be imitating someone."

"Imitate...someone?" The priest stopped suddenly, turned around and narrowed his eyes to confirm.

"Yes, her behavior is very strange, including her words, it seems very unnatural, as if she is deliberately imitating a certain scene or a certain person."

"What an unexpected reward." The priest sighed softly, "I look forward to our reunion in Tokyo."

"Tokyo?" Caesar frowned, "I have never been to that city."

He has been to many countries and traveled all over the world, but he has never been to Tokyo or even set foot in Japan.

But in his life plan, Tokyo is the place where he must set foot.

"Really? It's a nice city. You should go and see it if you have the chance before it's destroyed." The priest chuckled and walked out of the door.

"Okay." Caesar responded subconsciously.

As a noble son of a wealthy family, there is no place in this world that he cannot go to.

It just depends on whether he wants to go or not.

Tokyo... has always been a city he wanted to go to, but never dared to go.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

"Then you must like Japan very much."

"No, I have never been to Japan," Caesar looked at the sea to the east, was silent for a moment, and said softly, "but that is a place I must go to in my life..." He did not explain the reason.

I suddenly discovered a pit. The old thief is really good at digging pits. I happened to use it and give full play to the principle of use!
Chapter completed!