To put it bluntly, Nanshe's mood has finally stabilized.
Enki was finally able to ask his question.
"Why do you like Ananu? Isn't he a weapon?"
It was Enki who personally sent Ananu and Enkidu into the forest at that time. He naturally knew their true appearance, so he was somewhat... unclear about his daughter's thoughts.
"He, he's good-looking." Nan She was still humming and sniffing.
Eunki:......?
He didn't understand it even more.
"The one named Ananu is the same as his brother Enkidu. Their appearance was given by a goddess named Shamhat." Enki touched Nanshe's head with a smile on his face.
Gentle expression.
"I know, but I kind of... can't forget that feeling." Nan She shook her head in confusion, "Father, I have thought about this problem myself, but I finally came to the conclusion
that is--"
"Okay, okay, stop talking." Enji quickly covered Nanshe's mouth, sighed and shook his head.
The two gods, father and daughter, were silent for a moment. Enki grabbed Nanshe's shoulders and looked seriously into Nanshe's eyes: "He is a weapon of the gods, just a weapon."
"As a weapon, do you know what his ending will be?"
Nan She shook her head, but her expression remained unchanged.
"I don't know, but I can probably guess."
"But even so, I still want to like him."
Enji shrugged and touched Nanshe's head with a smile: "Then just pursue it yourself, don't let yourself regret it."
"Yes, I understand." Nanshe nodded obediently and stood up, "Father, I will leave soon. Please take care of yourself."
After saying that, without waiting for Enki's response, Nanshe flew up and left in the direction outside Eridu.
Enki sat alone and shook his head slightly.
"The goddesses of Mesopotamia all have this kind of character..."
"Forget it, let her go, as long as she can be happy."
...
"Does it still hurt here?"
Siduli carefully placed the herbs in Luslan's hand and asked with some distress.
"Sister, I can't bear this level of pain." Lu Silan lay on the bed. Although he was a little helpless about his sister's behavior, he still let Siduli polish his bleeding hands.
medicine.
In fact, could there be any pain that he couldn't bear?
"Since you're bleeding, you have to apply medicine honestly, you know." Siduli said sternly, and lightly hit Lu Silan on the head, "I know you are in good health, but you can't do this.
If you are consumed and don't care about small problems in daily life, one day they will accumulate into big problems."
"...Well, I understand." Lu Silan replied a little absent-mindedly.
If you don't care about small problems, will they turn into big problems one day...
He couldn't help but laugh, didn't he mean those two idiots?
"It seems that you are very happy. Does it feel good to train under Ananu?" Seeing Lu Silan's smile, Siduli couldn't help but become happy.
"Why are you so happy? I'm almost exhausted..." Lu Silan's expression stiffened, with a look of pain on his face, "I'm a cook. I not only have to complete the same amount of training as others, but also
Cooking for them after training..."
"But Ananu..." There was a hint of complexity in Lu Silan's eyes.
Even though I am actively avoiding him, do I still go to him for various reasons?
His eyes were slightly lowered, looking sleepy or thinking about something.
"Go to bed early. You should go to train there tomorrow. You need to replenish your strength." Siduli walked to the door and smiled at Lu Silan, "Sister loves you, An.
"
"install......"
Siduli blew out the candle and helped Luslan close the door.
Lu Silan looked at the ceiling in the dark night and fell into silence.
Physical pain and fatigue would not make him feel any unnecessary feelings at all. Lu Silan, who had gone through several eras and lived several lives, would not care about these small things at all.
In fact, he had already lived enough. Adding up the years of the seven eras, Lu Silan had lived for hundreds of years.
In these hundreds of years, he has experienced too much and witnessed too much.
Even if you don't count Ananu, the tentacles hanging down from the seven root threads, other people, and other heroic stories, they are enough to make anyone burst into tears and feel heartbroken for them.
Too many.
He witnessed the peak of the Knights of the Round Table, their collapse on Kamlan and the mouth of the dragon;
He witnessed the most noble pioneering work of mankind, but passed away in obscurity in that bedroom;
He witnessed the eagle fluttering its wings and soaring, finally leaping into the depths just before dawn;
He witnessed the roaring waves of resistance, but his final fate was to go to the abyss alone;
He witnessed the saddest roar disappearing in the wail that no one could understand;
He witnessed the most majestic and mighty country, and the long-lasting song in the sky will ring forever.
he......
tired.
Really tired.
Compared to Annuo, Lawrence, Zuo Cun, Ocean, Noerla, Xiang An, Ananu, and Lu Silan are the most tiring ones.
Moreover, having already experienced these deaths and faced these tragedies - he really had no choice but to take the initiative to approach Ananu - he was already afraid.
But, what can be done?
I am just an eye, an eye for observation.
After reading Ananu's life, Luslan's mission will be over. What ending will be waiting for him after that?
Destroy? Preserve?
never mind.
No matter what, it's time for the Luslan Bureau to bring this trip to an end.
But, before that.
Lu Silan raised his hand, looked at the bandage on his hand, and smiled knowingly.
After all, there is still something unfinished before the full stop is drawn, right?
He knew that he was not the only one with Lord Anno.