Cloud Thinking

Although Tarod was young, he was very smart and quick-witted. In a short while, he wove a thrilling and exciting story of "heroism" for his elder brother:

As night falls and the lights come on, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away. Under this quiet night sky, a shocking battle is quietly unfolding.

The mysterious magician was surrounded by guards on all sides. They held sharp weapons and stared at the man who dared to enter the forbidden area. The magician was already covered with wounds, and blood stained his gorgeous clothes, but his eyes were still firm.

Under the illumination of the fireworks, the magician was as dazzling as a bright star. The magic wand in his hand flashed with strange light, which seemed to contain endless magic power. However, facing so many well-trained enemies, even a magician with extraordinary abilities felt powerless.

But at this moment, the magician suddenly remembered his mission - he had to use his power to save the suffering people! When he thought of this, a strong belief and courage suddenly surged in his heart. Even if he died on the battlefield today, what would it matter? As long as more people can live a happy and beautiful life, everything is worth it!

So at this critical moment, the magician stood up fearlessly and fought the enemy to the last battle, but the defeat was inevitable, the magic wand in his hand was knocked down, and looking at the long sword piercing his lifeline, he slowly closed his eyes...

He fiddled with the rag doll in his hand, made a gesture of lowering his head and waiting to be killed, and continued:

At this moment, a miracle happened! Just as the magician was about to embrace death, a long sword flashing with cold light appeared like lightning. The sword blocked the fatal blow that was about to hit the magician's neck with amazing speed!

The magician was shocked and opened his eyes suddenly, trying to see what was happening. However, the scene before him shocked him greatly—a familiar figure was breaking through the heavy encirclement and rushing towards him like a meteor...

Helia squatted aside, propping up her head and listening to Tarod telling the story of how his elder brother punched ten people to save him from a deadly encirclement. How should I put it? For Helia, a fan of online comics, such a plot was really boring, but she was afraid of missing out on any key points, so she could only continue listening with her ears perked up.

As Tarod told his story, the young man waved the small wooden sword a few times. You know what, he really looked like a little swordsman. Helia applauded him from the side, since they couldn't hear him anyway.

"Well, today's story ends here. Now the exhausted magician has to go have a reunion dinner with his long-lost brother!" Tarod put the doll away, shook the boy's arm, and grinned.

"Okay! Let's go eat! I heard from the dean that a kind-hearted man came today, so we can have an extra meal!" The young man held his wooden sword in one hand and hugged his younger brother who was only as tall as his chest with the other hand, and walked out happily.

From this perspective, it is hard to believe that these two people will become the cruel and inhumane cult archbishops in the future... Helia thought.

She looked at the gradually fading scene and realized that this fragment of memory had ended. She looked at the two small figures leaning against each other and gradually going away, slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the second scene to begin.

"Bang——" A loud noise suddenly rang in her ears. Helia reflexively dodged to the side. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a solemn church. The loud noise was the sound of the statue falling from the altar.

Because of this sudden accident, everyone around her passed by and surrounded her. Helia was still a little dazed. She was still a little uncomfortable with the change of scenes. Her consciousness was a little scattered and she couldn't control herself well.

After she calmed down for a while, she hurried to find the protagonist and squeezed into the crowd. Because she had no entity, she quickly passed through the group of people and came to the front, and saw Tarod lying in a pool of blood.

Helia frowned after just one glance, because according to the principle of memory going deeper and deeper, the appearance of the protagonist should be roughly the same when switching between two scenes, but...

Her eyes fell on Tarod's face, which had obviously grown up. Judging from his appearance, he should be almost 18 or 20 years old now, but he was only a little boy in the first scene! How could there be such a big difference between the two scenes?

She thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized that when she closed her eyes and waited for the two scenes to switch, she seemed to hear some strange but very faint sounds, as if a large group of people were surrounding you who were trapped in a soundproof glass box and shouting loudly. You could hear the movement, but you didn't know what they were saying.

Moreover, she felt very hot. Ever since she entered the second scene, she felt an abnormal heat wave coming towards her continuously, and the sultry air swept through her body. She touched the back of her neck and found that she had already produced a thin layer of sweat.

How is this going?

At this moment, she felt like she had entered the realm of her second form, but she did not feel hot in her own realm. On the contrary, she felt very comfortable. After all, it was her own territory, and she must arrange it according to her wishes.

And where is the plot going now? Helia stared at Tarod who was lying on the ground and lost consciousness. There were so many people watching, but no one came forward to help. Instead, they looked at the person on the ground with disgust, fear, and disdain, mumbling something in their mouths, but it didn't seem to be a good thing.

Helia looked at the fallen statue, whose head was shattered, but she could vaguely tell that it was the statue of the goddess of mercy, Sophia, and the heavy trunk of the statue was pressing on Tarod's lower body. It must have been the fallen statue that knocked him to the ground.

Helia walked over to him, squatted down, and put her hand in front of his nose to feel it, but she forgot that she was not a physical entity and could not feel the other person's breathing. She had to lean forward slightly and stare at the other person's chest for a long time. After confirming that it was still moving, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Huh? Why should I be relieved that this person is not dead?

She raised her head to look at the crowd around her. In this scene, none of these people had facial features, but from the gray church uniforms they wore, it could be seen that these people should be people from the church like Tarod who fell to the ground.

However, it is not clear whether the child is adopted by the church, a believer of the church, or a clergyman of the church?

"Ah! He's awake!" "Sure enough, he is a monster. Even with his head broken and bleeding, he is still alive!" "Ah! Stop it! He is looking over here! Be careful or he will take revenge on you!" "Go away! This guy is a bad guy. You will be in trouble if you make eye contact with him!"

The people around suddenly dispersed. Helia looked down and met Tarod's pair of dark eyes. He obviously couldn't see her, but was just looking through her at the gossipers behind her. But the moment Helia's eyes met, her heart skipped a beat - she felt that Tarod seemed to see her.

But the feeling disappeared the next second. Tarod raised his hand and touched his bloody forehead. He wanted to move, but found that his lower body was pressed down by the heavy stone statue and he had lost consciousness.

Seeing him look away, Helia breathed a sigh of relief and consoled herself: Oh! How is it possible! I must be overthinking! How could she materialize in someone else's memory fragments?

Soon the clergy of the church rushed over and dragged Tarod out from under the statue. However, compared to their anxious concerns about the damage to the statue, the injured Tarod was left aside, with no one caring about him or worrying about him.

Living things are no match for dead things, and this scene looks a little absurd.

Helia stood beside Tarod, watching the doctor bandage his head. As for his lower body, if it was not repaired with high-level healing magic, it would probably not be able to be cured with the medical skills of this era.

But seeing as Bishop Wednesday was able to move freely afterwards, he must have been cured. Could it be Archbishop Seven who helped... Helia couldn't help but wonder.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the whorl of hair on Tarod's head. Although she didn't know why others regarded him as a plague god, she was grown up after all. Why didn't she see the boy he called brother?

No one knew what Tarod was thinking at the moment, his eyes were fixed on the door of the church, as if he was expecting someone. Helia followed his gaze and thought: Maybe something happened on the way, just like the story he made up, the two brothers were separated for some reason.

The second scene ended just like that. It ended so hastily, without even much plot. Helia felt strange, but she could only close her eyes and wait for the third scene to begin.

When she opened her eyes again, Helia found that the surroundings looked familiar. She looked carefully and whispered, "Oh my gosh!"

Isn't this the Dulu Orphanage?! How did the movie end up here so quickly?

Helia raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. The surroundings were getting hotter and hotter, but this strange heat seemed to be directed only at her. The other people in the scene were not affected at all.

Is there something wrong with my body?

Helia withdrew her consciousness and entered the sea of ​​consciousness of Cardinal Wednesday. At this time, her body was in a trance. Could it be that Ian Hill had attacked her?

Logically speaking, Helia shouldn't have taken such a risk. Whether leaving her body there without any protection or forcing her mind into the consciousness of a cult member, it was extremely dangerous. If she was not careful, she would either become a madman or die.

But Helia acted on her intuition, and she had a very strong feeling that if she didn't do this now, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

So she chose to take the risk.

In the third scene, in addition to the protagonist, Helia also saw Archbishop Friday. Although she had never seen this man before, Helia's mind immediately popped up his identity when she saw him for the first time. This was quite strange.

At this moment, he was accompanying Tarod, standing in front of the statue of the goddess of love Sophieline, pacing back and forth anxiously, and from time to time he looked up at the door, as if he was expecting someone to come back.

Tarod's face was pale, his eyes were dark, his beard was untidy, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and he looked listless. There were traces of tears on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eye sockets were so red that they almost bled. His eyes were empty, and his whole body exuded an aura of despair and pain.

Could this be the scene of learning that the Archbishop had died on Monday? Helia thought, frowning.

Friday growled in annoyance, stopped where he was and scratched his short brown hair. Seeing his second brother swaying as if he was about to fall to the ground, he hurried forward to help him up.

He supported Tarod with one hand and patted his back comfortingly with the other, saying: "With big brother's strength, nothing will happen..." He had no confidence when he said this, it was just a perfunctory remark for comfort.

"God... one of the divine fires went out... something must have happened to my brother..." Tarod said hoarsely, looking deeply shocked.

"Let's wait for xxxx to come back. I have always been capable. Who knows, I may be able to pray for the grace of God, and my brother will come back with me..." said Archbishop Friday.

There was a name that was blocked out in his words, just like the name of the boy in the first scene. It seemed that this was a taboo that could not be mentioned for Wednesday.

Or was it that someone had tampered with his memory? Just like Brahiri had helped her blur her memory of meeting William Tenlis, could it be that the reason why Tarod's memory was incoherent was because someone had deleted his memory?