"She has high blood sugar and high blood lipids. Wouldn't she feel tired eating like this?" the person behind asked gently.
The sound of leather shoes suddenly stopped. Hanbei released his hands and put them in his pockets, lazily like a cat, curling up on the soft sofa. Tokugawa Yorisanin did not dress as luxuriously as the juniors of the Tokugawa Yori family he had seen.
He was wearing a fur cloak, and he only wore a thin blue-gray cloak. The cloak hung down over his shoulders, and it was made of white snow. Together with the cloak, it outlined the lines of his slender and strong arms.
Hanbei stared at the snow on the opponent's shoulder. For a long time, seeing that the opponent had no intention of speaking, sweat broke out on Tokugawa Yorisanin's forehead. He didn't know if what he just said had affected the opponent's appetite.
But that look must have a new meaning. But given his status at the moment, he didn't dare to speculate.
There was still silence in the room. Tokugawa Yorisanin seemed to hear the squeaking sound of the candle wicks on the chandelier above his head, and his own heartbeat that was pounding like thunder. The snowflakes on his shoulders seemed to fall on his heart, and
Those candles seemed to be burning on the other side of my chest.
Hanbei is a very nostalgic person. Even with the blessing of modern technology, he cannot turn on the switch. It is not clear where these candles come from. It is just that under the dim candlelight, staring at that face makes his mood and spirit darker.
Coupled with the snow, his heart alternated between hot and cold, making him restless.
After a while, Tokugawa Yorisanin couldn't bear it anymore and had to bite the bullet and said: "What should we do next? Lord Samael?"
"Is it snowing outside?" Hanbei walked to the window, and the cold night wind hung on his face. From the open window in front of him, he could directly overlook the garden downstairs. The garden was very large, and there were plants planted at intervals in the fence.
The bushes lined with fallen snow are roses. They are blooming now, but now they seem to be dead, leaving only the same dead branches as Akabori Tomomi.
"The Holy War has begun." Hanbei sighed, closed the window and turned around, "Now the whole of Japan is suffering from the Holy War. The rule is that it will not affect others, but when this level of war is started, even if it is opened
The battlefield will also affect the surrounding areas."
"Holy War?"
"The war of angels, or in other words, the war where the number of archangels exceeds five or more."
Tokugawa Yorisanin took out his mobile phone. On it was the highest-level severe weather warning just issued by the Meteorological Agency across Japan. It was snowing where they were, the north was being hit by a super storm, and the sea in the south was a maximum-level storm.
The thunderstorm complex inside alone tore holes in the sky, causing a super lightning phenomenon of nearly 117 kilometers.
He guessed the cause of the bad weather, but not the source.
The sky is slightly bright, but this is not the light at dawn, but the white light reflected by the heavy snow all over the sky, making people mistakenly think that the morning when all things are revived has arrived. But in fact, the eternal night has just begun.
The snow outside the window is still falling.
"What do you want to know?" Hanbei walked to a separate high-backed cowhide chair and sat down, learning to light a cigar.
"Can I ask?"
"You are the first one to keep up with me. Of course you have that authority." Hanbei puffed out a puff of smoke. He didn't like the smell of smoke, but the feeling of inhaling it in his lungs was quite good. "Even if you are real
Even if your identity is exposed, I will save you and fulfill your wish."
"Nice to meet you on Mount Fuji." Tokugawa Yorisanin picked up the champagne from the ice bucket, poured a glass and handed it to Hanbei.
"I'm also very happy. At least your appearance made me have a second plan instead of just waiting there stupidly." Hanbei raised his glass in greeting.
Tokugawa Yorisanin also raised his glass: "I want to know about the Holy War."
"When talking about the Angel War, let me tell you about hell first." Hanbei smiled, "Dragon species belong to the middle level in hell, but dragon species were also angels in the past, which are often called fallen angels."
"Fallen angel?" Tokugawa Yorisanin opened his mouth.
"You have to know that everyone below the dragon species is trash, and the source of these trash is nothing but resentment, that is, the soul."
"Do souls...really exist?"
"Science is based on the physics of heaven and earth, that is, the universe, but if the universe was created by man, what would you think?" Hanbei said calmly, "I don't know, and no one knows, but there is one thing I can tell you.
, the entire solar system was created by God, that is, God, but he gave up the solar system and went to create a new sandbox elsewhere. The solar system is an abandoned existence."
Tokugawa Yorisanin nodded.
Maybe he can think of it this way: Gods belong to high-dimensional species, angels or dragons also belong to that category, and mixed-race species go down, and then humans, a pyramid of species structure. The heroes in Marvel movies almost belong to mixed-race species, because they
Able to use powers that are not scientific.
This information is a big deal for ordinary people, but it is not so difficult for hybrids to accept. They have to deal with monsters and super-scientific bloodlines and revelations since childhood. From the understanding of hybrids, no matter how big it is, it seems
Not that big either.
"Does that mean there are toys similar to those in the solar system somewhere else?"
"should have."
"It feels like you are forcibly explaining the world view of a certain novel, and I happen to be a supporting role in this novel." Tokugawa Yorisanin said, "And this world view is a bit nonsense."
"I can't say nonsense, I can only say that modern technology has indeed touched some high-dimensional things, such as a type of civilization, but it is neither nutritious nor necessary to talk about it." Hanbei said casually, "In the category of science,
, Everything needs energy to operate, and for hell, the soul belongs to energy, and energy can be mixed. The things that are mixed are monsters under the dragon species. A small number of them are the combination of concrete things, and most of them rely on fantasy.
The monsters that emerge are also called fantasy species, such as Japanese slit girls and kappas."
"The cracked woman seems to be a fact."
"Really?" Hanbei said, "Fallen angels are not essentially rebelling against God. There is no such charge. This charge is made up. The original intention of fallen angels is to be angels who were sentenced to death by God. In human culture, angels
They should belong to the ministers in the palace, while the fallen angels belong to the exiled criminal ministers, but such criminal ministers can establish themselves as kings in the place of exile."
"The general meaning...is that fallen angels are those who cannot return to God, that is, they are dragons."
"Don't forget the Seven Deadly Sins."
"Seven deadly sins?" Tokugawa Yorisanin was stunned.
Hanbei lowered his head and played with the glass in his hand. The wine in it produced pale golden ripples. The atmosphere in the room instantly became subtle, and the crimson color in his eyes flashed: "The original form of the Seven Deadly Sins is the Archangel, also known as the Seven.
virtue."
Tokugawa Yorisanin wiped the cold sweat from his face.
"The opposition of the seven virtues is the seven original sins, and the emergence of the seven original sins is the product of the exile and blackening of the seven virtues."
"So, do fallen angels hate that god?"
"Hate, but there is no way to hate, because there is a very loyal lackey." Hanbei said: "This is the crime of power. When you have the highest power, you will judge those who disobey you, no matter what.
