Whispering Verse

"It's a pleasure to see you again, old god. May I know how long it has been since I last left?"

After adjusting his mood, Shade first said hello and then asked the first question.

The young man wearing a clown hat shook his head, and the aura of decline on his body became more obvious than the last time they met.

It's like everything is about to wither:

"This Hope Town itself is not a normal place. There is no normal concept of time here. Coupled with the distortion of the material world caused by my imminent death, abnormal time and space conditions have enveloped this place. This is just the fifth era 1068 The autumn of this year does not represent any point in time.”

"So that's it. The History College of St. Byrons didn't find out about the major events at this time. It's for this reason. The ring warlock who has been repeating the grade for decades because of this should be considered unjust."

Shade thought in his mind, and further guessed that Hope Town itself was a relic, a [relic] formed in an era earlier than the Fifth Epoch.

He secretly speculated, knowing that time was pressing, so he said again:

"Old gods, my purpose of coming here is still to witness your last wish, but... after a being like you falls, can you come back?"

He asked this question to corroborate Miss Anat's statement about the Whispering Cantos.

"Compared to death, the word "sleep" is actually more suitable."

"Sleeping? Can you still wake up?"

Shade said in surprise, but the saint wearing a clown hat just smiled and did not answer.

"Okay, can I ask a few more questions?"

"Of course, satisfying the children's curiosity is also one of my responsibilities. However, it seems that you can't stay here for too long, so you have to pay attention to the time."

He reminded him kindly, and Shade nodded immediately:

"Do you know the Word of Ascension?"

The doctor's power when he used the word of sublimation had a clear sense of decay, which was very similar to the feeling on the saint in front of him.

"I don't know. The Ring Warlock system you have was only formed in the middle and late fifth era. It's only the early fifth era now, so I don't know."

"Then how do you...well, there are some things that you can know, but I can't know for the time being."

Shade understood what the saint meant, and the latter smiled and said:

"But you will get the answer. After all, even the mortal mysterious system in the current era of the Fifth Age has a power similar to the 'word of sublimation' you mentioned. But you need to find the answer yourself."

"Yes, I understand."

He said, and then asked in his mind how much time was left. After getting the answer from the murmur, he temporarily put aside the question. Whether it was "The Whispering Psalm" or the Chosen One, they all happened after the death of the god. He couldn't get the answer, so he might as well focus on the task given by the ancient god.

Cleared his throat:

"So, Saint, what is your last wish?"

The old god "Innocent Creator" clapped his hands gently:

"It's simple. Come on out, kids."

Then, three short children walked out from the crowded shelves of the toy store. Shade thought there was no one else here.

There are two boys and one girl. The girl looks to be the oldest, but she cannot be more than 12 years old. The youngest boy even has snot bubbles coming from his nose.

Their clothes are completely different from the townspeople outside. Not to mention the style, at least the colors are much richer and more colorful. Compared with the numb townspeople in this weird Hope Town, they are the real living people.

The saint looked at the three ignorant children and explained softly:

"I originally wanted to come to my end here quietly and take a look at the material world in the form of a saint, but I didn't expect that these three children would be accidentally involved in the town. As an apology, my last wish is Fulfill their wishes.”

The language used by the old gods is not any language at this point in time. The three children cannot understand it, but Shade can understand it.

"Children, what do you want?"

The saint changed his language and asked the three children. His smile was very kind and contagious. The three children looked at him expectantly. Children are protected by the gods and will not be harmed by looking at the gods. Of course, this is only temporary.

In Shade's view, the mental state of the three children was no longer right. The inexplicable joy and excitement were not at all like the behavior of children in a strange environment.

The oldest girl in a beautiful floral skirt raised her head and said, her eyes bright:

"Sir, I want strength, strength enough to protect myself."

The boy holding a toy wooden knife in his hand said, deliberately pretending to speak in an adult tone:

"Oh, sir, of course I want to grow up and become an adult immediately."

The yellow-haired boy holding a teddy bear and having a snot-filled nose said:

"I want stories, I just want good stories."

They all looked at the saint behind the counter, and the old god turned to look at Shade:

"You see, my last wish is to fulfill these wishes."

These wishes should be simple to God and fit within the scope of the Innocent Creator's ministry. They are indeed suitable as His final wishes.

But when he saw the saint looking at him with a smile, Shade had some bad premonitions:

"You don't mean to say that you can't do it, do you?"

The young man wearing a clown hat smiled:

"Yes, it is not possible at the moment. I used my remaining strength to perfect my last work. They appeared too late. But I do want to fulfill their wishes. This is born from the innocence of childhood. In my kind heart, this is my last wish. I thought it would be impossible to fulfill, but I didn’t expect you to appear..."

He once again used a language that the children could not understand. Shade pointed at himself and asked incredulously:

"You don't mean to say...me?"

"Yes."

The saint smiled and nodded again. This expression matched the clown hat he was wearing:

"No matter what method you use, as long as you fulfill the wishes of these three children, you will be considered as witnessing my last wish. The ancient god of time will not be stingy, and neither will I. I will give you an extra gift to ensure that you Will be satisfied."

This was of course full of temptation, but Shade still shook his head:

"I would like to help you, but I am only a mortal and I do not have the creative power like you."

"How many mortals can get help from gods? But most of the time, children's wishes are fulfilled by mortals."

The gods of the past, who are about to come to an end, point to the three children in turn:

"You want power, you want to grow up, you want stories. As a mortal who is illuminated by the afterglow of divinity, I think you can fulfill these wishes."

The three children immediately looked at Shade expectantly, and Shade smiled at them.