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Chapter 37 Covenants, Promises and Arrangements with God
Jalesto finally recovered from his shame at this time, he looked at the narwhals gathered on the island, and his face was more puzzled than his prophet father.

He couldn't understand why God wanted to give reason to this group of narwhals, and he couldn't understand why God wanted to let the Logos be siblings to this group of beasts.

Jalesto looked suspiciously, jumping back and forth between the gods and the narwhals, wanting to ask something, but couldn't say it.

Yar noticed Jalesto's strangeness, and he immediately said:

"Don't worry, Alesto."

Hearing his father's words, Jalesto immediately raised his head and looked at God tentatively.

Finally, the eldest son of the Prophet asked:
"Lord, why do we have to be siblings with them?"

Chen Yi stared at Alesto.

Jalesto felt a little embarrassed.

He suddenly regretted it.

How can I dare to ask God a question, how can God answer me... The humble thoughts flashed out, and instantly dominated the spirit of Alesto.

Jalesto lowered his head slightly, avoiding God's eyes.

"For the end is near."

The gentle voice came into the ear, and Jalesto was surprised at first, then he was at a loss, and after a little thought, he turned into astonishment.

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Yar also heard the words of God, and he had a similar reaction. He was at a loss at first, and then panic welled up in his head.

I saw the god pointing to the narwhal with one hand and the Logos with the other,

"There will be a time when the end is near, and you will be with them and part the flood."

Yar raised his face, his old heart was occupied by panic, and his care for Logos aroused his youthful vitality.

The prophet opened his mouth, wanting to ask something.

God watched him, and spoke first:

"Aar, you are the chosen one."

He spoke again, as He had spoken hundreds of years ago.

The voice fell to the ear, Yaer was slightly absent-minded, and memories flooded every strand of hair in an instant.

Over the past few hundred years, I have become so old, but only God is still eternal.

He seems to never die, never die.

All these things have been scoured by the long river of time and have been baptized by time. He is the only one who walks on the water and has never stepped into the water.

God's eyes fell on Yar, and Yar felt that God was looking at a child instead of an old Logosian.

Parents always have high expectations for their children.

That high expectation sometimes makes people timid, and sometimes makes people happy.

When Yar realized this, he felt a little heavy on his shoulders, as if he was carrying something.

He put aside his doubts, he was not his eldest son Alesto, who doubted everything, he was Ar, the first prophet in the world, the chosen one, the Logos, the child of God.

The gray-haired Ar turned his face and looked at his eldest son, Alesto. He suddenly realized that the way he looked at his eldest son was like a god looking at himself.

Yar turned his face again and looked at God, and God also looked at him.

The Prophet understands whatever is on his mind.

Whether it's my thoughts about God, or my thoughts about Alesto...

God knows everything.

So, in the dark, in the bottom of his heart, he prayed to God for some agreement, some kind of promise, some kind of arrangement...

Both about all the Logosians, and about his eldest son Alesto.

This covenant, promise, and arrangement are cut off from almost everything in the world, and only he and God know each other.

In the end, Yar subconsciously said:
"God,"

"Please give me road signs and guidance!"

I saw God turning around in the brilliance, there was light all over him, and there was light behind him, and he raised his hand. In the radiant light, the prophet saw him pointing to the end of the world, and the ancient chaos like black mist was boiling.

"What you're looking for, what you're asking for, is there."

"At the edge of the world, I have grace to give."

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After the father and son picked berries on the island and rehydrated, they returned to the canoe from the island.

The figure of God has long since disappeared from the island. He made the island grow fruit trees out of thin air, and gave birth to clear water. He faced the ancient chaos and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The father and son sat on the canoe again, and Jalesto looked blankly at the border of the world, the black fog-like chaos.

Yar moved the oar, fiddled with it into the proper position.

"Father, you are a prophet."

"what happened?"

Yar could hear the eldest son's tone of seriousness.

Alesto raised his eyes, looked straight at his father and asked:

"What would the grace of God be?"

He suspected that his father knew something, but he didn't know what his father knew.

"I don't know."

Al gave a neat answer.

Jalesto was speechless for a while, but after thinking for a moment, he was helplessly relieved, his father always did this, and had absolute confidence in God.

There were still narwhals gathering around the island. Seeing the canoe moving out, the narwhals gave way one after another, and then the giant narwhal that swallowed the father and son cautiously approached.

It sprayed sea water in a friendly manner, indicating that it would go with the father and son.

Yar readily accepted the narwhal's kindness, though he still had lingering fears about being swallowed.

So, accompanied by a narwhal, the canoe began to head towards the ancient chaos again.

The ability of the narwhal to manipulate the water is astonishing.

The Prophet and his son watched the narwhal under the water with its long and pointed horn glowing with light blue light, and the nearby sea water was rolling rapidly, pushing the canoe to sail at an extremely fast speed.

The father and son sailed for several days and nights in this way, relying on the fish brought by the narwhal to supplement food and water.

In the past few days and nights, the progress of the journey has never been smoother.

The distance between the canoe and the ancient chaos, which seemed out of reach, is also shortening extremely rapidly, gradually obscuring one side's vision.

Jalesto was a little excited, he felt that at this speed, the answer was close at hand.

Al was much calmer.

As he got closer and closer to the ancient chaos, Jalesto suddenly noticed that the speed of the canoe was slower than before. He lowered his head and saw the huge figure under the water stagnating a lot, as if he was worried. Be afraid.

(End of this chapter)