Chapter 89: The Gluttonous Snake, Will Auceptin
Chapter 89: The Gluttonous Snake, Will Auceptin
"I want to go out and play today, I don't want to stay at home."
"No, we have to work today, we don't have time to accompany you. To avoid distractions, you must stay at home obediently."
"But it's only today that I really want to go out and play."
"Then you can only go next door to Mrs. Brin's house to play. We will talk to her in advance to let her take care of you."
"Can I go somewhere further away to play?"
"No, Will, you're not young anymore, don't be so willful. Wait until Sunday this week, we'll take you out to play. Don't you always like eating ice cream?"
"…Okay."
Little boy Will eventually couldn't win against his parents and reluctantly agreed to go next door to Mrs. Brin's house to play.
Before leaving the house, he took his tarot cards and put them in his pocket. After watching his parents leave, he put on his shoes and went to the neighbor's house.
Knock knock knock! After knocking on the door for a while, neighbor Mrs. Brin opened the door with a smile, welcoming his arrival.
Mrs. Brin, a full-time homemaker with no children, always felt happy for a long time whenever he visited.
"Mrs. Brin, I'm here to bother you again today."
"Your arrival always makes me happy; it's the best gift I've received today."
"Thank you for your praise."
Little boy Will politely thanked her, then entered the door and closed it behind him.
Once inside, Will sat quietly by the sofa, playing with his tarot cards.
After playing for a while, he looked out the window, propping his chin with one hand, daydreaming.
"Little Will, what are you thinking about?"
Mrs. Brin came over with a plate of fruit, bent down, and placed the fruit on the table in front of Will.
Will bit his lip, thought for a moment, and asked, "Mrs. Brin, what do you usually do when you don't want to see someone?"
"I just close the door and don't let them in."
"Isn't that a bit impolite?"
"Then you can go out to play or to someone else's house in advance when they visit, just avoid seeing them."
"What if I can't avoid them?"
"Then politely invite them in for a cup of tea, and after the tea, politely send them away."
"What if they keep lingering and don't leave?"
Mrs. Brin laughed, walked over to Will, stroked his head, and joked, "Does little Will also have people he doesn't want to see?"
"It's not that I don't want to see them; it's just that it's too early to meet."
Will tilted his head, showing a troubled expression.
"Who is making you so troubled?"
"A very troublesome person."
"Troublesome, huh? Then don't see them. It's better to be happy in life."
Will looked up, his eyes clear, and sweetly smiled, "I think so too."
Mrs. Brin stroked Will's head again and said with a smile, "I'll go prepare some desserts for you. I just learned how to make two kinds, perfect for our little Will to try."
Will's smile faded, and he pouted, but still happily said, "Thank you, Mrs. Brin."
He liked desserts and would not refuse them as long as they were not too hard to swallow.
Mrs. Brin's cooking was very good, and the dishes she made were delicious. The only pity was that she had never been talented in making desserts.
Although they were not inedible, they were not particularly tasty either.
"Sigh, I said I wanted to hide somewhere far away."
Will sighed, picked up an apple, and started eating.
He planned to eat more fruit so that he would have an excuse to eat less dessert later.
Sigh, ice cream is still the best.
Cold and refreshing, sweet, with many flavors to choose from.
The only downside is that it's a bit expensive.
His parents usually only took him out to play on Sundays when they were off work and would buy him ice cream to try.
And it wasn't guaranteed every week.
"Sigh."
Will sighed, thinking that in his next life, he should be born into a wealthier family, at least one where he could eat ice cream anytime.
Around noon, Mrs. Brin prepared three dishes and two desserts.
She thoughtfully placed both desserts in front of Will, saying they were all for him, and no one would compete with him for them.
Will naturally thanked her with a smile, then scooped up the desserts spoon by spoon.
They were either not sweet enough or tasteless. In the evening, around six o'clock, the door was knocked on, and Will's parents came to pick him up.
When they got home, they found that someone had sent a gift – it was ice cream.
It must have been delivered recently, otherwise, the ice cream would have melted.
Will frowned, looking at the three types of ice cream, well-packaged and thoughtfully mixed with ice cubes to keep them cold.
"Will, don't you like ice cream the most?"
"I just had some at Mrs. Brin's, I don't really feel like eating it now."
"That's a pity, these three types of ice cream look very expensive, and I don't know who sent them."
"…"
Will looked again at the three differently colored ice creams, one sprinkled with chocolate chips, one with peanut bits, and another adorned with a large strawberry, all looking delicious.
"I'll just eat a little bit."
"They're all for you, as long as Will is happy."
Sigh, tasting ice cream is naturally a happy thing, but fate is always fair.
Free things are often the most expensive.
…
At night.
Hastur was lying in bed resting, he specifically did not enter the Hall of Stars tonight.
He was waiting for someone, or more precisely, a little snake, the snake of fate.
Around midnight, Hastur's dream began to change.
The fog concealed and tumbled, a giant snake seemed to be turning the sea of clouds upside down.
Hastur's arrival did not disturb the giant snake's pleasure, but when he was about to greet it, a voice sounded.
"The ice cream tastes good, remember to send other flavors next time."
Before Hastur could ask anything, the giant snake disappeared, and then the dream world, like fog, began to collapse.
Hastur woke up from the dream, came to the Hall of Stars, Tapping his fingers on the table, he chuckled, "Likes to eat ice cream, but always hides and doesn't want to see me, no wonder I couldn't meet Him today."
"Even in the dream, He blocked the question I wanted to ask in advance."
"This behavior, on the contrary, proves that He is not ignorant of my affairs, it is possible that He knows too much, that's why He doesn't want to communicate with me."
Regarding Will's refusal, he did not feel discouraged, it was just a try. It would be best to meet and ask face-to-face, but if not, he could also confirm his guess.
From Will's behavior, the one coveting his extraordinary path of fate should not come from His lineage.
Then it should be from another mercury snake.
Perhaps it is because Ulorius has been watching him, that Will does not want to meet him.
To prevent his fate from fluctuating and thus being found by Ulorius.
Mr. A, Ulorius… I really have a destiny with the true Creator.
It seems that the original host prayed to the true Creator during the resurrection ceremony, and the true Creator also responded.
Thinking this way, I have become a follower of the true Creator, haven't I? Then Mr. A's strange behavior of wanting to pull me into the Aurora Society can also be explained.
He probably felt the breath of the true Creator on me, so he considered me a follower blessed by the true Creator.
As for Ulorius, it might be that His extraordinary followers coveted the golden box out of selfishness, completely unrelated to Ulorius.
After all, He is the mercury snake of sequence 1, the angel of fate under the ancient sun god.
A follower blessed by the true Creator is not enough to be noticed by Him, let alone observed in secret.
Hastur seriously organized his thoughts, deducing various possibilities.
In the end, he accepted his guess, Mr. A is so good to me because of the true Creator's blessing.
The extraordinary follower on the secret path of fate has nothing to do with Ulorius.
This also explains why Will did not refuse the ice cream I sent Him.
If Ulorius was really watching me in secret, then sending ice cream to Will would be an extremely dangerous thing.
Will did not refuse, proving that Ulorius was not paying attention to the matters here.
Having resolved a troubling matter, Hastur turned his gaze back to the star where the genie resided.
He prepared to probe his related fate with Bernadette, to see if she could become an apostle of the stars.
Closing his eyes, in the dark world, a scene slowly emerged.
A starry sky scattered with the light of stars, under the gaze of the stars, Bernadette was praying intently, and in the distance, a cage, trapping a twisted and blurred wishing lamp.
The name of the gluttonous snake is: Will Auceptin I've always wanted to change it, but it seems I can't…
(End of Chapter)