Chapter 444: Vidger

When Han Fei devoted himself to the analysis of the genes of the void behemoth.

He threw all the affairs in the divine domain to Fixius to take care of.

As the only foreign holy spirit, and with the title of the brain worm saint master.

Whether in the insect swarm or in the single-eyed tribe, Fixius has an extremely transcendent status.

Compared with Dimi, who is obsessed with scientific research, Fixius is undoubtedly a more competent steward of the divine domain.

However, for him who has become a holy spirit and can live as long as God.

The long years are enough for Fixius to see through the true meaning of life and gradually reach another realm of life.

Now for him, secular power is nothing but clouds, and only a leisurely and luxurious life is his unremitting eternal pursuit.

Therefore, Fixius is no longer enthusiastic about managing affairs.

Fortunately, except for the clever brain worms, the rest of the insect population basically does not need him to worry about.

The main job of Feixiusi is to manage the one-eyed people, the only subordinate family of Han Fei.

He not only has to maintain its internal stability and pious faith, but also has to follow the will of the master and steer the development direction of the one-eyed people.

Over the years, even with the assistance of a large number of outstanding one-eyed elites, Feixiusi still devoted a lot of energy to this.

Preaching is his strong point. In terms of government administration, his talent is not outstanding.

Whenever Feixiusi is exhausted by various things, he will miss his old friend, the messenger Osem who has beaten him a lot.

"Alas, it has been hundreds of years without knowing it."

With a long life span, Feixiusi rarely remembers the time that passes like water.

Only the annual memorial day of Osem has become a time scale for him to count.

Every year on the anniversary of the death of the envoy of God, many one-eyed people go to Osem's tomb to mourn, in order to appreciate his great contribution to the entire tribe.

In the past, Fisius would personally visit the tomb of this old friend every year.

But this year, as Osem's anniversary was approaching, he suddenly didn't want to go anymore.

Closing the folder, Fisius slowly got up from the chair, and walked out of the magnificent Holy Church Hall with his hands behind his back.

The priests he met along the way bowed to him.

But Fisius didn't return their kind and warm smiles as usual.

Stepping out of the temple door, he raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the towering statue in the central square.

And the statue of the envoy of God kneeling on one knee at the feet of the statue, swearing allegiance.

Deep in Fisius's eyes, there was a glimmer of entanglement and hesitation.

"Ah............!"

After a long time, Fisius sighed heavily and walked slowly towards the Holy City Hospital near the square.

Holy City Hospital, top floor intensive care unit.

The warm sunlight, through the clear floor-to-ceiling windows, brought a trace of warmth, dispelling the gloomy atmosphere in the ward.

Widger, with gray hair on his temples, leaned against the backrest pillow, half lying on the bed.

He leaned sideways, looked out the window with turbid eyes, looking at the statue in the central square from a distance, with a tired but relieved smile on his face.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from far away outside the half-closed door.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Widger retracted his sight, supported his upper body with his hands as much as he could, and turned to look at the door.

"Godfather, you are here!"

Looking at Fisius pushing the door in, the old Widger was respectful, but he actually had a faint feeling of admiration.

This scene looked a bit weird.

After all, Fisius looks much younger than Vidger.

Hearing the complex emotion of the word "Godfather", Fisius' body trembled slightly.

As the founder of the One-Eyed Church and the only One-Eyed Holy Spirit, not everyone is qualified to be baptized by him and called Godfather.

In fact, Fisius has only adopted one adopted son, Vidger in front of him.

"Vidger, you still don't want to accept the brain transplant surgery?"

"Replace this rotten body, and you can live at least a few hundred more years before your soul completely withers."

Looking at Vidger who even struggled to support his upper body, Fisius said helplessly.

"Godfather, if I live like the past, I am just wasting my time."

"It's better to return to the Kingdom of the Lord as soon as possible and pray to start a new reincarnation again, isn't it?"

Vidger smiled indifferently and said meaningfully.

Upon hearing this, Fitius suddenly raised his eyelids and stared at Vidger.

He looked up at him, and Vidger's eyes did not evade, but there was still a faint smile on his face.

Not long after, in the increasingly silent atmosphere, Fitius was completely defeated in the stare-to-stare.

"When did you know?"

He shook his head slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"It was a long time ago, so long that I can't remember it clearly myself. Maybe it was when I became a fanatic?"

"Or even earlier, when I accidentally looked up the ancient language and found that the name 'Vidger' originally meant to be a resurrected person."

"It's a pity that I didn't awaken any memories of my previous life, so I can't really confirm it."

Vidger's smile at this time couldn't help but have a bit of cunningness of success and relief of having fulfilled his wish.

Fitius looked at his smile, as if he saw the past again.

The young child holding the holy book and learning to speak.

The stubborn teenager who insisted on leaving the church school and entering the government academy.

The passionate young man who always refused to take the priest examination, but unknowingly, had already possessed a fanatical belief.

The frustrated middle-aged man who could not pass the government officer examination due to limited talent, but was unwilling to use his identity to take the back door.

"Alas, I was originally..., but I never thought that I would hinder your growth."

"Really, I'm sorry."

Fisius sighed with an indescribable look of guilt.

"Godfather, you don't have to blame yourself so much."

"I understand that you did this because you didn't want me to become a fanatic, and thus lose myself in fanatical belief and completely cut off the hope of becoming a Holy Spirit."

"I should be the one who should be sorry."

Videger couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly, then he restrained his expression and said sincerely:

"Godfather, please allow me to say something willful again."

"If I can be favored by the master again and let me live another life, I only hope that you can let go of your obsession and stop forcing me to embark on the path of the Holy Spirit."

"Although I haven't awakened my past life memories, I can vaguely feel that even in my past life, I never regretted not being able to be promoted to a Holy Spirit."

"In my previous life, I was able to contribute a little to the great master, and in the last moment of my life, I saw the master ignite the divine fire with my own eyes, and I died without regrets."