When the first light of the morning shone in from the window, Amo opened his eyes.

He was a little surprised that he was still alive.

Is the abyss already so friendly to outsiders?

He had already held a pretty decent funeral for himself.

He died alone in the church, and was taken out of his heart in his sleep in front of a goddess.

This kind of sad and beautiful painting style has a very ritual feeling, right?

Smiling and sitting up from the stool, Aimo looked around, and when he saw that the church was still like he was before he went to bed, he shook his head with some amusement.

No matter what, since you are alive, you must live well.

"It's really lucky."

After whispering alone, Amo came to the stone statue again and bent down to salute: "Thank you for your care, Your Highness."

The stone statue did not respond, which seemed justifiable.

Elistra has been dead for half a year, and no one will feel that she still has the ability to shelter others.

But in life, you always have to find a sense of ritual for yourself.

The face was cleaned with the not-so-clear water in the church, and I felt the hungry Amo in his belly open the door to the church.

He was going to find something to eat.

But unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he found a little girl curled up there on the steps outside the temple gate.

The girl raised her head when she noticed that the door behind her was opened.

Somewhatful, the girl stretched out her arm to Aimo:

"Sir, do you want to buy the divine character?"

"Uh... Sorry, I didn't hear clearly, what did you just say?"

Aimo, who feels that he has auditory hallucinations, asks questions in a confirmatory manner.

The girl tilted her head when she heard this, tightened the basket in her arms, and repeated to Aimo:

"Sir, do you want to buy the divine character? It's very cheap, just a saint's soul."

The saint has the soul?

godhead?

Is it the kind in my own perception?

"That's right, sir." As if he could see through his heart, the girl nodded to him with certainty: "It's the kind you imagined."

"Are you a devil?"

Amo blinked, he wanted the divine nature very much, but he seemed to have no saint's soul.

The girl did not answer Aimo's words, but looked at him in disappointment:

"Isn't it really not? Please..."

As she said, the girl stretched out her dirty little hand and grabbed Amo's pants.

Aimo did not hide.

After being caught, he just smiled and lowered his head: "I really want to help you, but I don't have what you want."

"Um."

The girl lowered her head aggrievedly, as if she was feeling desperate.

After a while, she raised her head and said to Aimo with a firm expression: "I think you will have it, you will definitely have it."

After saying this, the girl let go of Aimo's hand, carried her small, dirty basket on her back and walked towards the street next to her.

His figure is very bleak.

Cooperating with her poorly thin body.

It really makes people feel pity.

Wait, mercy?

"Go to pity one...uh, how could I have such a thought?"

After rubbing his eyebrows, Aimo looked at the little girl's departure back, turned around and looked at the dilapidated temple behind him.

Could this be a dead god?

Or...the devil.

"I hope I won't meet you in the future..."

I guess so.

......

......

If you look at everything with a normal mind, Fairy Tale Town may be a good place.

The scenery is very good and the folk customs are very simple.

Walking on the street, you don’t have to worry about the guards in the city extortion you, because there is no such creature as guard in this small town.

The gorgeous four-wheeled carriage passed by Amo.

A handsome noble girl who looked like a noble girl who lifted the curtains also showed a charming smile to him.

In this way, the carriage disappeared into the corner.

"It's really a beautiful girl."

The thought of falling in love at first sight emerged in my heart, and Amo kept trying to chase him.

Then, he was tripped.

The moment he touched the earth, Ai Mo, who reacted, protected his face. He felt that if he had ruined his face, the girl in the carriage would not smile at him again.

A voice sounded beside him: "Hey, outsider, are you okay?"

Amo turned over and stood up, his arms still hurt.

There was no one around, only the guy with a big beard in front of him.

It's this guy's legs.

Kneading his arm, Aimo nodded and said, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

"Hahahaha." The bearded man laughed inexplicably, looking very strange.

Under Amo's gaze, he smiled for a long time, then shouted at Amo with great excitement: "Give all the money you have."

"Uh... robbery?" Aimo blinked, and one hand had touched his waist, where he placed the coins.

"That's right, it's just a robbery." The bearded man nodded to him very seriously, ignoring Aimo's little moves: "Take the money on you, and then go and kill a princess with me, and you'll be free."

The bearded man in front of him was very strong, at least much stronger than Amo, but although the other party was very fierce, Amo did not feel any malice.

Feeling the blood boiling in his body again, Aimo hesitated for a moment and said, "I can say no, Mr. Robber."

Surprisingly, Mr. Robber seemed easy to talk.

"Of course, this is your power."

As he said this, the robber with dense body hair patted his shoulder and turned and left.

Maybe he went to kill the princess?

Until Mr. Robber disappeared from his eyes, Amo then put away the dagger on his sleeve.

"A strange guy, maybe a good guy?"

When Amo found out that the other party was just trying to stop him from catching up with the gorgeous carriage that had left, Amo smiled and sighed helplessly: "A werewolf with kindness."

The beautiful girl who didn't know what kind of body was wanted to tempt him, so he should have taken the opportunity to follow him, but unfortunately he was destroyed by this guy.

But who knows?

The pedestrians walking on the street and the nobles who passed by by chance were all very dangerous.

He came to the abyss to face danger.

In this abyss, every kindness that others give you is the most precious treasure in the world.

Thinking of this, Amo looked at his messaging equipment that had never been useful since he arrived in the abyss, and he thought he would not have any useful future.

A ring engraved with night, moon, and wings.

This was the token of the day angel.

And he, Aimo Yinye, is the Yinye royal family who once signed a contract with the Day Angel.

But what is the use of this thing?

Faust has fallen, and the glory of the Day Angel is no longer there.

His father brought him to the abyss.
Chapter completed!