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Chapter 97 The Weeping Angel

Elder Salas was seriously ill in bed.

Thought it was just a little wind chill at first, however, even a wind chill was deadly enough for an elderly man.

Elder Salas was fine the day he got the cold, but fell ill the next day.

He had a high fever for two days and two nights. After the high fever barely subsided, Elder Salas was throbbing with pain all over his body and dying.

Elder Salas and his people said that he was dying.

The news that the elder was seriously ill and endangered soon spread to all the tribes of the three-eyed ape-man, and even King Doroe outside the desert knew about it.

King Doloo was about to send envoys to visit the elder, but when he was about to decide who to choose, the envoys from the three-eyed ape-man came to the palace.

"Bazel?"

King Doroe said in surprise,

"Elder Salas only wants him to go there alone?"

"Yes, noble King Logos."

The three-eyed ape-man replied very respectfully.

After repeatedly confirming with the three-eyed ape-man's envoy, King Doloo finally agreed.

Then, King Dolo ordered to the ministers to let Bazel go to the three-eyed ape-man tribe in the desert alone to visit Elder Salas on behalf of the Logos people.

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The wounds on Bazel's body have not healed yet, and when he walks, his flesh still throbs faintly. As the child of a prostitute, he has been thin since he was a child.

He became an envoy on behalf of the Logos to visit Elder Salas.

And only him.

When King Doro's ministers came to the Law Garden to announce the news, almost every priest looked at Bazel with astonished eyes.

That kind of astonishment is not the astonishment of approval, but the astonishment of seeing the gains and losses of a different kind. That kind of astonishment is actually extremely contemptuous.

Bendy in the crowd secretly clenched his fists.

Bazel was stunned when he heard the news.

I want to represent the king to visit Elder Salas...

The great honor fell on him out of thin air, Bazel was extremely flustered,
Before he left, he wanted to make more preparations, but he didn't know what to prepare.

When Bazel left the kingdom, only a few nobles came to see him off symbolically. Their words of blessing were extremely superficial. As for the priests of the Law Garden, there was none.

For many, Bazel was not a worthwhile befriending.

Seeing this scene, the down-and-out poet felt mixed feelings in his heart. He stuttered and was not good at expressing himself, so he had to keep these thoughts in his heart.

Bazel stepped into the vast desert. After spending half a day, he finally saw the tall open-air temple again and came to the tribe of the three-eyed ape-man.

There are three-eyed apes inside and outside the oasis. They come from various tribes, old and young, and they all come to see Elder Salas for the last time. Sparse birds are passing by in the sky, and mournful poems are sung in the oasis. every corner of the

Elder Salas is dying.

Everyone knew he was leaving for good.

Bazel felt unreasonably sad for a while, and without saying a word, he lowered his head and squeezed into the crowd.

To the three-eyed ape-man, the Logos man was extremely conspicuous, and it didn't take long for the tribal three-eyed ape-man priests to discover him.

"Bazel, your name is Bazel, right?"

A three-eyed ape-man priest stepped forward and asked.

"Yes, it's me."

Bazel nodded.

The three-eyed ape-man priest wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said:
"The elder has been waiting for you."

"wait for me?"

"Yes, the elder met many people from other tribes yesterday, and then told us that he didn't see anyone today, except his friend Bazel."

Bazel looked surprised, and he suddenly felt some soreness in the corners of his eyes.

That's what it feels like to be valued.

That feeling was too foreign to a down-and-out poet.

Bazel followed the three-eyed ape-man priest, bypassed the open-air temple, and came to a small house made of mud.

"I'm dizzy...water, bring some water..."

A drowsy voice sounded from the door, and the priests were busy taking care of the dying old man.

"...it's burning again, I have a headache, I have a headache."

Through the door, Bazel heard the elder's voice.

Elder Salas groaned about his pain, and he had a fever again. An old man in his 70s was tortured by the illness and was in a state of confusion and unconsciousness.

"Wait, wait."

Bazel said tremblingly.

After a while, Elder Salas didn't seem to be in such pain anymore, his voice gradually softened, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

The priest pushed the door open and brought Bazel in.

Bazel saw Elder Salas, this once wise old man, was now thin and out of shape, looking short and thin.

The drowsy Elder Salas saw Bazel, he slowly propped himself up from the bed made of straw, and told the priests to go out.

The priests glanced at Elder Salas, hesitated, and then left, allowing Elder Salas and Bazel to be alone.

Bazel didn't say a word, he slowly approached Elder Salas, and then knelt down in the house.

"You came,"

"Bazel, my friend."

Elder Salas stretched out his hand, and Bazel gently held it.

"Elder Salas..."

Bazel whispered, holding his hand, this hand is very old, the down is almost gone, and the flesh is only attached to the bone.

The poet stroked the forehead of Elder Salas, where it was hot, and the corners of Bazel's eyes were sore,
He knew what he was about to lose.

"People will die eventually, Bazel."

Elder Salas's old eyeballs reflected Bazel's face.

"I know, I, I, I know..."

Bazel whispered.

At this time, Elder Salas's chest bulged, he arched his weak body, and coughed violently.

Bazel hurriedly supported the body of Elder Salas to prevent him from falling down.

Soon after, Elder Salas gradually stabilized, leaning weakly on the straw pile.

Bazel stared at Elder Salas. The downcast poet knew that this would be the last farewell between the two, but looking at this frail old man, he couldn't say a word.

Elder Salas also stared at him, forcing out a weak smile.

"Bazel... We have discussed many issues about life before."

After a while, Elder Salas spoke.

Bazel nodded vigorously.

"You said...in your Logos stories...where do people go when they die?"

Elder Salas' voice was hoarse, and the endangered old man looked at Bazel tenderly.

Those eyes were begging for an answer.

The civilization of the three-eyed ape-man is not developed. Compared with the Logos man, they are just a newborn baby.

So... they don't know, where will people go when they die?
They once asked the prophecy god Cargaus through sacrifices, but they never got an answer.

Faced with this sudden question, Bazel stuttered and said:

"God, God, God's side... Prophet Yar, when he left, that is, back, back, back, God's side, beside..."

The voice of Elder Salas was extremely weak, his eye sockets were sunken,

"I'm not a Logosian..."

"Bazel, can I go there too?"

The hoarse voice was not asking questions, but begging, begging for a direction after death.

The prophecy god Cargaus created them,

But never revealed to them the direction after death.

The short lifespan lets the three-eyed ape people know that everyone will die...

but,

People die...not just die.

"Can I go there too? Go to what you said, God's side."

Crystal tears flowed from the corners of Elder Salas' eyes, and the sorrow of death crowded his heart.

Bazel looked at Elder Salas, and after a long time, the poet took Elder Salas' hand and held it tightly.

This old man is so kind, among so many people, he is the only one who can listen to his own voice, no matter how knocking and expecting, how annoying it is.

"Yes, yes. I, we, we can... like a prophet, like."

The stuttering poet looked at the old man's face, and tears fell into the old man's sad wrinkles.

The poet also wept.

"Elder, as long as, as long as..."

Bazel's trembling voice penetrated deep into the old man's heart,
"Just love, just praise, just walk with God."

Bazel's face was reflected in Elder Saras' weak, tear-filled eyes.

The poet in front of him is like a child, like a prophesied angel.

Salas' frail body felt warm, which was a feeling he had never felt before. He gently stroked Bazel's face, but found that his face was covered with scars.

Bazel felt the sting and remained silent, still sobbing.

Elder Salas wanted to hug the poet, but he had lost the strength to hug a person.

"How kind you are, like an angel,"

"Like an angel, an angel."

Elder Salas was tormented by illness and could not speak clearly.

Light and shadow hang down from outside the house, and his third eye sees the poet covered in bruises, with a pair of wings growing from his back.

It was like a near-death hallucination.

Elder Salas wiped away the poet's sobbing tears.

The old man's palm shook slightly, and he asked in a trembling voice:
"Angel,"

"Who hurt you so deeply?"

"Why is your soul full of scars?"

Bazel stretched out his hand and hugged Elder Salas, the poet was crying, he was shaking so badly, as if he was the one who was about to leave.

Until then, Elder Salas still listened patiently to his cries.

"I'm in pain, chief, elder, I, I'm in pain..."

Bazel couldn't cry, he repeated that sentence at this moment, condensing the suffering he had suffered in the past into this sentence.

"It's okay, Bazel, it's okay."

The vitality of Elder Salas gradually faded away, and he was about to lose the strength to speak.

"When I stand before...God,"

"God will know,"

"Your heart is worried and traumatized."

Saying that, Elder Salas closed his eyes.

he felt

A kind soul with wings hugs a dying old man.

Elder Salas's consciousness gradually blurred,

Death is finally coming, to snatch this life from the hands of the angels.

The regret of parting crowded the heart of Elder Salas.

The old man desperately wants to stay in this world, but all to no avail.

He was dying, and said softly:
"Don't leave me, my friend."

Bazel looked at him, wanting to say something...

However, Elder Salas dropped his hand,

The old man passed away like this.

A down-and-out poet lost his only friend.

Bazel wailed,

There were countless words in his mind, but because of his stuttering, none of them could come out.

The poet can only hug the body of Elder Salas tightly,

Bazel could only sob in his heart:
The frankincense we burn together,

before being burned to ashes,

I will not leave you, my friend.

(End of this chapter)