Aaron approached Kiliman's side, examining the armor named "Fate" around him while saying:
"I came to see you, and that's why I'm here to be with you. I don't want to argue with my father, and I also want to avoid getting uncomfortable."
Kiliman laughed heartily:
"I wasn't just uncomfortable from being irritated; at that moment, I even felt like all the blood and Qi in my brain were exploding."
"For common topics, especially when both of them have the same father, the topics between men become very close."
Aaron narrated the domestic talk he had told Luo Jia, while Kiliman listened patiently. He sat on the ground, letting Aaron lean against his leg armor.
The smile never faded from his face.
"So, your first priority now, big brother, is to make a motorbike for the Chahar tribe?"
Kiliman's smile on his face suddenly turned bitter: "The Khan is not easy to get along with. He's out of our reach. But at least, they are willing to fight for the Khan, instead of what I'm like, before I come out, they have already assumed my stance."
Aaron's mouth became fluent:
"As I say, your way of speaking is indeed a bit problematic. You need to explain things clearly to people, but after all, others are not unreasonable. But yet, you always seem to show off that you follow the rules so well, that you are excellent in all aspects and can't be criticized."
"This will make many people uncomfortable."
Kiliman didn't shy away from this topic, smiling.
"Big brother, I understand. Actually, my other brothers can tell me this directly. But everyone has to act serious and listen to me finish my sentences, or else they'll leave with a cold face."
"They could have said it directly."
Kiliman's last sentence, though he still maintained a smile, carried a visible melancholy in his tone.
Aaron helplessly shrugged his shoulders, but then happily jumped up, exclaiming excitedly:
"I will remember your request and then pass it on to the other brothers. That's great, there is another thing to be done now."
Kiliman hurriedly waved his hands, looking rather uneasy:
"No, no, it's unnecessary, brother. It's a bit embarrassing. I can't imagine Roga or Layn speaking to me like this. As for Ruse, he actually sees it more clearly."
Aaron grabbed Kiliman's hand, refusing:
"No, you yourself said you hope the brothers will be straightforward about their opinions. You also have to accept these."
"Alright, I can feel myself getting close to waking up. I also need to send the willow paper to Luo Jia. As for my father's words, the Marukh people like to summarize and compile. Is there anything that needs to be transferred to Luo Jia?"
Kiliman found it difficult to resist his brother's decision, so he gave up and said:
"Perhaps I need to say that to Luo Jia myself. If I meet a fallen Luo Jia, I will kill him without mercy. If the Luo Jia who has not yet fallen is for you, may the father bless, and big brother, may you fulfill your wish. Let Luo Jia maintain his own beliefs; if he can be swayed by anything other than himself, it means his faith is not strong enough. That would make him a clown."
Aaron clenched his fists to give himself encouragement.
"Okay, I'll leave first. Next time, I need to make it clear to my father. At least use rhinoceros hide to make a pillow."
"Remember to kill all those disgusting insects. They look alive, but they're not at all like life."
Kiliman knelt down with one knee, lowering his body so that his body is close to his brother's.
"I will kill those bugs cleanly."
Aaron tiptoed and touched Kiliman's cheek, sighing, "There are wrinkles now. When I see mother, I'll think of something for you."
Later, Aaron's body dissipated into nothingness.
Kiliman stood up silently, and the warm moments were always brief.
But for him, that was enough.
He put on his helmet and headed back to the battlefield.
The bugs were just like the cumbersome imperial bureaucracy, never cleaned up.
Aaron's first action upon waking was to quickly feel his head, finding no sweat and no sensation of pain.
It seems he's not experienced enough. Actually, there's no need to hit the wall to enter a dream.
In the mythical story, during the Trojan War, the god of sleep was lured by his mother Hera, causing Zeus, the father of all gods, to fall asleep while controlling the balance of the war.
Afterward, Zeus's anger caused the heavens and earth to tremble.
It seems that the god of sleep is now and then effective. Perhaps there are factors of this kind.
Aaron adjusted his attitude, this time there was no external stimulus, relying on his own willpower to fall asleep and enter the dream.
He didn't forget to bring the willow paper and quill pens, but father was too careless and forgot to get the ink.
Hope Corcythe has suitable ink.
Aaron opened his eyes and found himself at the top of a massive pyramid, where Luo Jia, bathed in sunlight, was meditating at the summit.
A dead body lay before Luo Jia, it was strangled to death by a whip. Its face swelled into a purplish color and the wounds on its limbs were blocked by the departure of life due to severe rub.
But Aaron wasn't at all afraid. If it was Luo Jia who killed someone at this time, then the person must have been evil.
Luo Jia's eyes opened, with a sense of excitement.
"Since our last departure, it has been several months. Brother, it seems you have brought gifts."
He didn't smile as easily as Kiliman, but the joy in his eyes was sufficient.
Aaron set up the paper and pen on the ground and explained:
"The father suddenly wants to prepare some gifts for each of you, but he is not careful enough and only bought paper and pens without ink."
"I've brought them to you, by the way, to pass on some little secrets between brothers."
He came to Luo Jia's side and sat down, asking:
He sat down beside Luo Jia and asked, "Have you unified the entire Corcythe yet?"
"No, we haven't. There are still some who refuse to follow us."
"Some powerful demons have not been resolved, I am learning to master spiritual energy to drive them away. We can't let the believers go to their deaths."
Aaron asked curiously:
"Is there a way to kill demons just by speaking?"
Luo Jia finally laughed:
"After studying the issues of faith over these months, father might be able to do that."
Aaron scorned:
"He can't even buy things without making people feel obligated to pay. There are too many things he can't do in this world."
"Don't treat him like some god. That old fellow is pretty bad."
Luo Jia nodded:
"I have been exploring the gateway to the highest truth, even the gods of chaos cannot stop me. If faith needs to be placed on something, it means there is a flaw."
"I would rather experience normal life besides faith. I have even prepared to retire after finishing my teachings."
"As a teacher or pastor."
Aaron wondered:
"Odd, Kiliman asked me to warn you to follow your faith."
Luo Jia whispered, "This doesn't conflict, brother. After I finish writing this book and you understand it, you will understand."
"I hope it will also help father."
He added.
