Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 5 Zhou Mingrui

In the temple, as grand as a giant, light streamed in from all directions, illuminating the white and gold palace with a brilliant brightness, leaving not a single shadow. Complex, twisting patterns clung to the cross, and a platinum throne stood atop the twelve steps.

Everything seemed so sacred, except that man.

Mikhail lay on the throne, his thighs resting on the armrests, his calves stretched out, swaying. He placed one hand behind his head and reached behind the throne with the other, fumbling for a moment before pulling out a small porcelain bottle.

Mikhail shook the bottle next to his ear twice, listening to the subtle sound of water flowing inside. He sighed dejectedly, removed the cork with one hand, and took a big gulp.

The wine is almost gone, it's time to turn Angerweed into an extraordinary characteristic.

Mikhail thought with a bleak expression, recalling the days of guzzling vodka and then thinking about how he could drink a bottle of cheap liquor for several days now. Pitiable, so pitiful.

The overlapping prayers echoed in my ears, and the gods listened attentively. It was Sasriel.

"She doesn't respond to Russian books." A low voice came into Mikhail's ears.

Mikhail lowered his eyes and looked at the bottle in his hand. He rubbed the cork with his index finger and applied a little force. A small crack appeared at the mouth of the bottle, and the aroma of wine, so faint that it was almost non-existent, wafted out and entered Mikhail's nose. The drunkard paused slightly and pressed down with his index finger to block the aroma of wine.

After reaching out to put the bottle back on the throne, Mikhail sat up straight and stretched. The throne under him gradually faded and turned into a leather sofa.

The god lay down on the sofa and thought, this is still comfortable.

"I didn't have much hope in the first place," Mikhail said, lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. "It's nothing to worry about."

Sasriel remained silent. If he really didn't care, why would he still let him test it after knowing the premonition?

As the half of the ancient sun god, Sasriel also has his hometown in his memory. Amanesis can certainly help him alleviate his homesickness, but due to cultural differences and Amanesis' limited understanding of his kingdom, sometimes the effect is not as good as Sasriel's.

This should be the reason why Mikhail gave Him the memory of the old civilization when he created Sasriel.

But Mikhail didn't like this. In his opinion, Sasiel was himself. It was too strange to seek comfort in himself. He didn't like it.

The Sun God rarely talked about the old civilization with Sasriel. In his opinion, Sasriel could only be considered half a remnant of the old civilization. The reason why he could be considered half a remnant of the old civilization was because he was Mikhail's other half. Otherwise, in Mikhail's eyes, he would be just a native who knew about the old civilization, and he would not miss that civilization.

"We showed up with great fanfare this time, which should have shocked them." Mikhail wanted to laugh out loud when he thought of Eve's cautious look.

Saslier was a little helpless. Mikhail always liked to act like a god in front of others. He understood that it was easier to gain people's faith by maintaining mystery and high standards. After all, no one would believe in the guy next door.

But when he first met the remnants of the Old Ones, he also liked to act reserved, seeing how cautious and fearful they were. The length of time he remained reserved depended on how long his cover was removed.

Seeing his fellow villager taking off his vest, and discovering that the mysterious and powerful ancient sun god was actually his fellow villager and a fellow villager with a bad taste and a face control who loved to play memes, the shattered and cracked expression on Mikhail's face at that moment brought him a lot of joy.

Amanesis gave Him a lot of cold stares because of this matter.

Why would someone enjoy being exposed? Wouldn't a normal person feel embarrassed when their image of superiority is shattered?
"How do you plan to arrange Eve?" Sasriel asked. Although the ancient sun god had entrusted Eve to him, he was a remnant of the old times after all, so he still had to ask the real person in charge.

"First, arrange for her to train with the city patrol team for a month, and then lead a patrol team outside the city. Once she becomes an angel, she can form her own legion." Mikhail closed his eyes and said, "Ouroboros is too young, so don't arrange it for now. Wait until he grows into a teenager."

Sasriel silently noted the arrangements, raised his head from his numerous official duties, and said to the staff who were sorting out the official duties, "Please call the captain of the city patrol team over."

"Yes." The staff member placed the official document approved by Sasriel on the desk and hurried out.

After a while, he came in with a tall man.

"Greetings, His Highness Sasriel." Eric stood at the desk, bewildered, and gave a perfectly standard salute. He felt his face burning, and wanted to scratch it, but he dared not move in front of Sasriel.

"Miss Eve will be assigned to the city patrol team for a month of training," said Sasriel.

Eric's eyes lit up and he felt his face burning even more. He tightened the weapon in his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes with his other hand, kneading it helplessly, with Miss Eve's smile appearing in his mind.

Sasriel glanced at Eric, who was obviously in love, and didn't care.

Eric still stood in front of the desk waiting for Sasriel's next instructions, but he didn't get any until he was asked to leave by the staff.

Eric scratched his head, wondering, "Is this all that needs His Highness Sasriel's personal orders?"

Eric had met His Highness Sasriel twice in his life, and each time he felt he was about to be given a major mission, even prepared to sacrifice himself. But each time it was nothing important, and each time it was Miss Eve.

Miss Eve...is there anything special?

Eric thought about it carefully. Besides being incredibly beautiful, he couldn't see anything special about her. Never mind. He shook his head, dismissing the idea. Even if there was, he couldn't tell. His Highness Sasriel's regard for Miss Eve must have a deeper purpose. He should just obey and avoid making assumptions.

Miss Eve should be resting now, so it’s better not to disturb her and wait until tomorrow.

The next day, Eve drowsily opened her eyes, turned over in bed, and thought with her eyes closed, "What a comfortable sleep!"

Eve lay on her side on the bed, her body and mind relaxed. At this moment, she could finally think carefully about what to do next.

Villagers, Sefirah Castle, and time travel—these were what Eve was most concerned about at the moment.

The ancient sun god has only appeared for a short time, but he has been expanding his territory and occupying many territories and believers of the ancient gods. Although his overall strength is not too strong now, he is thriving.

If the Ancient Sun God attacks Flegra, she can take the opportunity to rescue the villagers. Or if other Ancient Gods come into conflict with Flegra, she can try to take advantage of the situation.

But no matter whether it is the former or the latter, she must have enough strength, otherwise it will be easy to die.

As for Sefirah Castle, she wondered if it would be found in the secret knowledge of the Sasriel religion. If not, she would have to find a way to meet the Goddess of Doom or the Ancient Sun God.

This Sefirah Castle must be a very precious item, after all, she was given a hunting gift pack right from the start. Perhaps it was even related to her time travel.

And time travel...

Eve thought carefully about what she had done before she traveled through time.

"Brother, I found a book called 'Records of the Secret Arts of the Qin and Han Dynasties'. It contains a ritual that can change your luck. Do you want to try it?" Yiyi's younger brother sent him a photo on his mobile phone. When he clicked on it, he saw that it was the so-called luck-changing ritual.

"Don't believe in feudal superstitions, brother," he replied, and then performed the ceremony.

The ceremony was performed!
It turns out that feudal superstition is really deadly!

Wait, if I performed the ritual and came through, that kid Zhou Mingrui might, possibly, probably came through as well.

Oh my god! We need to find him quickly. This world is unlivable. What if he gets eaten by something...

"No!" Eve shuddered and quickly shook her head to get rid of the horrifying image in her mind. "That kid is very tough, he will definitely be fine!"

Eve immediately sat up and got out of bed. She said to Ouroboros who was sitting on the other bed, "Ouroboros, I have to go out for a while. Can you help me get some food?"

People who had just arrived and didn't have a job could get free food for a week, Eric told her.

Ouroboros nodded in agreement, Eve said "thank you" and turned and hurried out.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Eric patrolling the street. Eve was delighted and thought to herself that she was so lucky.

Eve stepped forward and called out, "Mr. Eric."

Hearing Eve's voice, Eric's originally serious face broke into a smile. He pressed the corners of his mouth to suppress the smile and returned to his serious look.

"Quiet!" He scolded the somewhat restless patrol team behind him and said to Eve, "Miss Eve, is there anything wrong?"

"I'd like to ask Mr. Eric for a favor." Eric is the captain of the city patrol team. No one is more convenient than him when it comes to finding people in the city. "Can you help me find someone? His name is Zhou Mingrui."

"Zhou, Ming, Rui." Eric pronounced the name, which was difficult for him to pronounce, word by word. "Okay, could you describe his appearance in detail?"

"Sorry," Eve pursed her lips, "I don't know."

Eric was stunned for a moment, feeling extremely confused. He felt more and more that there must be something special about Eve. "Don't worry, it will be difficult to find someone like this. Let us ask for you."

"Thank you," Eve thanked Eric sincerely.

"You're welcome," Eric said to Eve standing straight, holding the corner of his clothes with one hand: "Miss Eve has been assigned to the city patrol team by His Highness Sasriel. We will be colleagues in the future. It is only natural for us to help each other." As soon as he finished speaking, there was another commotion behind him.

"Miss Eve, please come this afternoon to collect the team uniforms and weapons. We will start work tomorrow." After saying that, he left with the patrol team behind him.

In fact, it was a good idea to join the patrol team in the city. It would not only make it easier for her to find her brother, but also save her the trouble of looking for a job. Eve lowered her head in thought, but was it Sasriel who arranged this because of the so-called Source Castle? Otherwise, why would a small follower like her need Sasriel to arrange this for her personally?

Forget it, if you can’t think of it, then forget it. Anyway, she is barefoot and is not afraid of those who wear shoes.

(End of this chapter)