As Klein stared, a red flame suddenly emerged and swallowed him.
By the time the flames scattered, his figure had disappeared from the Church of St. Samuel.
In an empty room in an ordinary hotel, Klein walked out of the sudden rising flame stream and began to arrange a ceremony to pray for gifts.
Soon, the mysterious door formed by the candlelight opened, and an ancient ornament flew out of the boundless darkness and fell onto the altar.
This jewelry seems to be made of gold, shaped like a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames, and layers of light flashed in the bronze eyeballs, as if there were illusory doors hidden after another.
Klein sincerely thanked the Goddess of the Night, ended the ceremony and picked up the bird-shaped gold jewelry.
This seems to be the legendary image of Gray Carrie, the founder of the immortal bird...
In addition to his own path, this ancient god of death also seems to have the authority to some of the "apprentices" paths. This can be initially confirmed from the ruins of the city-state that believes in the immortal bird in the abandoned land...
No wonder most ancient gods have difficulty controlling their emotions and are on the verge of madness. No, they are constantly wandering between madness and reason... Before the first "blasphemy slab" appeared, all extraordinary creatures had no concept of serial pathways, only the instincts of aggregation and fertility and blind attempts... While carefully examining the bird-shaped gold jewelry, Klein sighed in his heart.
As the owner of the Source Castle, he could sense the subtle connection between this ornament and the River of Eternal Darkness.
That is why it can carry the river water of the "River of Eternal Darkness"?Well, the river water of the 'River of Darkness' is definitely not the river water in the true sense, but an abstract concept or symbol.Klein nodded thoughtfully and threw the bird-shaped gold jewelry into the Source Castle and sealed it in the pile of debris to avoid any unnecessary accidents.
…………
On a mountain outside Baiyam.
The Red Angel The evil spirit watched the edge of the sea gradually light up, and a orange sun slowly broke away from the horizon.
At some point, a young man in a pointed hood and a classical black robe appeared beside him.
The man played with a single piece of glasses made of crystal and put them on his right eye. It was Amon, who had become a mistake.
Sauron EinhornMedic looked at Amon and said:
What you took out for sacrifice was actually the body.
If it is not the essence, how can I have time to steal the ceremony and replace Bethel?Amon responded with a smile, "As a qualified 'conspirator', you shouldn't have thought of this."
The Red Angel The Evil Spirit sneered:
How do I know you are not cheating me?Maybe you predicted my prediction?
Amon smiled, without giving a positive answer, and instead took out a strange crown full of rust and blood.
This is your reward.He threw the item to Sauron EinhornMedici.
After the Red Angel The evil spirit caught this strange crown, he was quite surprised:
Oh, I didn't try to lose money.
Doing behavior that doesn't fit your ideas is also a fraud.Amon pinched the monocles on his right eye and said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to you becoming a "red priest" and swallowing that witch. By then, your image will definitely be particularly interesting."
When saying this, Amon's smile was filled with unconcealed evil.
Sauron EinhornMedic said in silence:
I don't think there is a fundamental difference from now.
A bloody mouth cracked on each of His faces and quickly closed it.
Amon straightened the monocles in his right eye, looked at the other side of the sea and said:
The situation in the Western Continent seems interesting.
After saying that, this erroneous gentleman, the former time angel, turned into light and disappeared.
The evil spirit followed the place where Amon looked and threw away the strange crown in his hand.
On both sides of His face, bloody mouths appeared again, and each spoke:
After absorbing this extraordinary feature, you'd better stay away from Bansy.
If you want to grow your chest and swell all over, you can continue to stay there.
Medic folded his mouth and said:
Shouldn't this be your wish?
…………
Facing the altar filled with materials and utensils, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The table in front of him became empty and clean in an instant, and all the debris returned to where they were originally.
This is a miracle, derived from certain wishes accumulated by Klein.
Compared with the "miracle masters" and "mysterious waiters" in the past, the "miracle" I can create is completely diverse and very practical, including but not limited to building houses, interior decoration, garbage sorting, and environmental protection... Klein glanced at the treated altar and laughed at it and said self-deprecating.
He then opened the door and left and walked towards the street.
He wanted to strengthen his humanity by returning to reality and human society to initially stabilize his mental state by returning to reality and in the way of stabilizing his mental state. His current problem is more troublesome, involving Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's will to recover. If he cannot suppress it first, go directly to Miss Justice for treatment, which will only pollute the other party and make his psychologist suffer from mental illness. Of course, if Miss Justice can have a 2-level sequence, the impact will not be too great.
The current Beckland has been rebuilt, and the number of pedestrians coming and going has returned to the peak level. As soon as Klein pushed open the hotel gate, he heard various voices:
Wait a minute!Wait a minute!
Fresh sea fish from Pulitz Harbour, with more meat and less prickly, suitable for pan-fried!
Special ginger beer with small muffins and fried potato bars!
Fresh and hot oyster soup!
Freshest vegetables!
……
Most of these sounds come from mobile vendors on the street, a small number of people chasing public carriages or pedestrians hit by roadblocks, and the early morning scroll slowly unfolds with such hustle and bustle.
Klein listened to these strange and familiar shouts, looking quietly at the scene in front of him, without moving for several minutes.
It was not until a thief approached that he inserted his hands into the pocket of his black tweed coat and walked into the nearest cafe step by step.
A better cup of coffee, a stewed lamb with tender peas, and a yàn wheat bread.Klein said something to the owner of the cheap cafe.
A total of 11 pence.The boss replied after mentally analyzing.
Then, he added:
Now everything has increased.
Klein didn't say anything, took a 1Suler bill from the pile of debris in the Source Fort and handed it to the boss.
He then found a person who was by the window, sat down with a not so greasy table, and pulled out a few tissues as mats.
Then, Klein spread the letter paper and took out a dark red round belly water-absorbing pen.
After watching the street scenes and pedestrians for a long time, he finally wrote:
Dear Mr. Azke:
I haven't written to you for another month because I had to sleep for a while.This is not hurt, but a ritual need.
When I woke up, walked into human society again, and walked on the street, I suddenly recalled my life when I was in Tingen.
At that time, the morning was always noisy and noisy. A large number of citizens left their residences and rushed to factories and companies. Mobile vendors gathered on the streets, selling vegetables, cooked food and fruits that were difficult to guarantee. They were always cheap.
I would protect my wallet, squeezing through them carefully, heading to the site, and waiting for the bus with many.
I work at the Black Thorn Security Company, 36 Zotland Street, and have a good group of colleagues:
Dunn Smith is the captain, the supervisor here, and an extraordinary person with rich experience, kind and responsible.He has a gentle personality, is capable in doing things, and cares for all team members the same way. His only disadvantage is that his memory is not very good, and it is not very important. He may forget it if he turns around. What he says most often is, "Wait, there is another thing." Of course, there is also a reason. He has lost too many companions and hopes that they will stay in his dreams, so he often cannot tell which things belong to reality and which belong to dreams.
Old Neil was my first mystery teacher, and the most useful skill he taught me was reimbursement.He always designed strange ritual magic to get help from the goddess. Some of this succeeded, and some had ridiculous surprises. I can still recall it today.He is a very kind person, and even for the wish he dreams, he is not willing to hurt others.
Leonard is a poet with his own secret. I initially thought he was mysterious, a hidden and strong man who must be valued. Later, I found that he was essentially a rough, simple, impulsive, rebellious, casual, and not very polite young man. Moreover, he really has no literary talent and can only rely on memorization to complete the role. Well, he has some advantages, he is still brave, has keen intuition and terrible reasoning ability in some things, but this is limited to certain things.
Fry is an extraordinary person who looks cold and dares not get close to him, but in fact, he is very responsible and enthusiastic, and can always stretch out his hand when others need help.
Cohenli is very short and used to be a civilian, but later he took the initiative to apply to become a formal team member.He is quite smart, but he never refuses when encountering a case.Every time he plays cards, he talks the most about his fiancée.
Luo Shan is the front desk of the "Black Thorn Security Company". She is lively and a little lazy. She is deeply loved by everyone. To us, she is like a sister.She also likes each of us, but she hates all the official team members very much, because her father was once an extraordinary official and later died heroically.Perhaps, in her heart, the official team members can be equated with the person who received the critically ill notice.
Mrs. Oriana is an accountant and the victim of an extraordinary case. She is delicate and gentle, pursues a refined life. She doesn't talk much, but she takes good care of everyone and never makes things difficult for us financially. For example, she rarely rejects Old Neil's reimbursement application. No matter how ridiculous the reason is, it is only left to the captain for decision.
Ms. Sigatán has rare gray hair and is an unsuccessful writer.She has an outstanding temperament and a calm personality, and she doesn't look like an extraordinary person fighting in the dark.She is also brave and firm, and even faces death, she does not retreat.
Ms. Luo Yao is very similar to Fry, both of whom are not talkative but care about their colleagues very much, well, except at the poker table.
Bright is the best at writing reports among civilians, a romantic gentleman who still loves his wife even though he has been married for fifteen years.I think he will live well because the motto he believes is that the less you know, the longer you live.
Xizel Francis is our coachman. Although he is a civilian, he often comes into contact with dangerous scenes. Therefore, the captain handed over all the purchase and application of supplies to him.His presence is not high, and this may be the key to his survival.
I occasionally think that if there were no more things that happened later, I would definitely still live in Tingen, going to work on time every day, taking turns to handle few cases, playing cards with colleagues, and accompanying Melissa and Benson to watch dramas or circus performances from time to time.If you can go home early one day, study food, which is my big hobby.By the weekend, I may come to visit you and communicate with you about the history of various fields...
Unfortunately, life always pushes us forward and faces one change after another.
By the time the flames scattered, his figure had disappeared from the Church of St. Samuel.
In an empty room in an ordinary hotel, Klein walked out of the sudden rising flame stream and began to arrange a ceremony to pray for gifts.
Soon, the mysterious door formed by the candlelight opened, and an ancient ornament flew out of the boundless darkness and fell onto the altar.
This jewelry seems to be made of gold, shaped like a slender bird, surrounded by wings made of pale flames, and layers of light flashed in the bronze eyeballs, as if there were illusory doors hidden after another.
Klein sincerely thanked the Goddess of the Night, ended the ceremony and picked up the bird-shaped gold jewelry.
This seems to be the legendary image of Gray Carrie, the founder of the immortal bird...
In addition to his own path, this ancient god of death also seems to have the authority to some of the "apprentices" paths. This can be initially confirmed from the ruins of the city-state that believes in the immortal bird in the abandoned land...
No wonder most ancient gods have difficulty controlling their emotions and are on the verge of madness. No, they are constantly wandering between madness and reason... Before the first "blasphemy slab" appeared, all extraordinary creatures had no concept of serial pathways, only the instincts of aggregation and fertility and blind attempts... While carefully examining the bird-shaped gold jewelry, Klein sighed in his heart.
As the owner of the Source Castle, he could sense the subtle connection between this ornament and the River of Eternal Darkness.
That is why it can carry the river water of the "River of Eternal Darkness"?Well, the river water of the 'River of Darkness' is definitely not the river water in the true sense, but an abstract concept or symbol.Klein nodded thoughtfully and threw the bird-shaped gold jewelry into the Source Castle and sealed it in the pile of debris to avoid any unnecessary accidents.
…………
On a mountain outside Baiyam.
The Red Angel The evil spirit watched the edge of the sea gradually light up, and a orange sun slowly broke away from the horizon.
At some point, a young man in a pointed hood and a classical black robe appeared beside him.
The man played with a single piece of glasses made of crystal and put them on his right eye. It was Amon, who had become a mistake.
Sauron EinhornMedic looked at Amon and said:
What you took out for sacrifice was actually the body.
If it is not the essence, how can I have time to steal the ceremony and replace Bethel?Amon responded with a smile, "As a qualified 'conspirator', you shouldn't have thought of this."
The Red Angel The Evil Spirit sneered:
How do I know you are not cheating me?Maybe you predicted my prediction?
Amon smiled, without giving a positive answer, and instead took out a strange crown full of rust and blood.
This is your reward.He threw the item to Sauron EinhornMedici.
After the Red Angel The evil spirit caught this strange crown, he was quite surprised:
Oh, I didn't try to lose money.
Doing behavior that doesn't fit your ideas is also a fraud.Amon pinched the monocles on his right eye and said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to you becoming a "red priest" and swallowing that witch. By then, your image will definitely be particularly interesting."
When saying this, Amon's smile was filled with unconcealed evil.
Sauron EinhornMedic said in silence:
I don't think there is a fundamental difference from now.
A bloody mouth cracked on each of His faces and quickly closed it.
Amon straightened the monocles in his right eye, looked at the other side of the sea and said:
The situation in the Western Continent seems interesting.
After saying that, this erroneous gentleman, the former time angel, turned into light and disappeared.
The evil spirit followed the place where Amon looked and threw away the strange crown in his hand.
On both sides of His face, bloody mouths appeared again, and each spoke:
After absorbing this extraordinary feature, you'd better stay away from Bansy.
If you want to grow your chest and swell all over, you can continue to stay there.
Medic folded his mouth and said:
Shouldn't this be your wish?
…………
Facing the altar filled with materials and utensils, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
The table in front of him became empty and clean in an instant, and all the debris returned to where they were originally.
This is a miracle, derived from certain wishes accumulated by Klein.
Compared with the "miracle masters" and "mysterious waiters" in the past, the "miracle" I can create is completely diverse and very practical, including but not limited to building houses, interior decoration, garbage sorting, and environmental protection... Klein glanced at the treated altar and laughed at it and said self-deprecating.
He then opened the door and left and walked towards the street.
He wanted to strengthen his humanity by returning to reality and human society to initially stabilize his mental state by returning to reality and in the way of stabilizing his mental state. His current problem is more troublesome, involving Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's will to recover. If he cannot suppress it first, go directly to Miss Justice for treatment, which will only pollute the other party and make his psychologist suffer from mental illness. Of course, if Miss Justice can have a 2-level sequence, the impact will not be too great.
The current Beckland has been rebuilt, and the number of pedestrians coming and going has returned to the peak level. As soon as Klein pushed open the hotel gate, he heard various voices:
Wait a minute!Wait a minute!
Fresh sea fish from Pulitz Harbour, with more meat and less prickly, suitable for pan-fried!
Special ginger beer with small muffins and fried potato bars!
Fresh and hot oyster soup!
Freshest vegetables!
……
Most of these sounds come from mobile vendors on the street, a small number of people chasing public carriages or pedestrians hit by roadblocks, and the early morning scroll slowly unfolds with such hustle and bustle.
Klein listened to these strange and familiar shouts, looking quietly at the scene in front of him, without moving for several minutes.
It was not until a thief approached that he inserted his hands into the pocket of his black tweed coat and walked into the nearest cafe step by step.
A better cup of coffee, a stewed lamb with tender peas, and a yàn wheat bread.Klein said something to the owner of the cheap cafe.
A total of 11 pence.The boss replied after mentally analyzing.
Then, he added:
Now everything has increased.
Klein didn't say anything, took a 1Suler bill from the pile of debris in the Source Fort and handed it to the boss.
He then found a person who was by the window, sat down with a not so greasy table, and pulled out a few tissues as mats.
Then, Klein spread the letter paper and took out a dark red round belly water-absorbing pen.
After watching the street scenes and pedestrians for a long time, he finally wrote:
Dear Mr. Azke:
I haven't written to you for another month because I had to sleep for a while.This is not hurt, but a ritual need.
When I woke up, walked into human society again, and walked on the street, I suddenly recalled my life when I was in Tingen.
At that time, the morning was always noisy and noisy. A large number of citizens left their residences and rushed to factories and companies. Mobile vendors gathered on the streets, selling vegetables, cooked food and fruits that were difficult to guarantee. They were always cheap.
I would protect my wallet, squeezing through them carefully, heading to the site, and waiting for the bus with many.
I work at the Black Thorn Security Company, 36 Zotland Street, and have a good group of colleagues:
Dunn Smith is the captain, the supervisor here, and an extraordinary person with rich experience, kind and responsible.He has a gentle personality, is capable in doing things, and cares for all team members the same way. His only disadvantage is that his memory is not very good, and it is not very important. He may forget it if he turns around. What he says most often is, "Wait, there is another thing." Of course, there is also a reason. He has lost too many companions and hopes that they will stay in his dreams, so he often cannot tell which things belong to reality and which belong to dreams.
Old Neil was my first mystery teacher, and the most useful skill he taught me was reimbursement.He always designed strange ritual magic to get help from the goddess. Some of this succeeded, and some had ridiculous surprises. I can still recall it today.He is a very kind person, and even for the wish he dreams, he is not willing to hurt others.
Leonard is a poet with his own secret. I initially thought he was mysterious, a hidden and strong man who must be valued. Later, I found that he was essentially a rough, simple, impulsive, rebellious, casual, and not very polite young man. Moreover, he really has no literary talent and can only rely on memorization to complete the role. Well, he has some advantages, he is still brave, has keen intuition and terrible reasoning ability in some things, but this is limited to certain things.
Fry is an extraordinary person who looks cold and dares not get close to him, but in fact, he is very responsible and enthusiastic, and can always stretch out his hand when others need help.
Cohenli is very short and used to be a civilian, but later he took the initiative to apply to become a formal team member.He is quite smart, but he never refuses when encountering a case.Every time he plays cards, he talks the most about his fiancée.
Luo Shan is the front desk of the "Black Thorn Security Company". She is lively and a little lazy. She is deeply loved by everyone. To us, she is like a sister.She also likes each of us, but she hates all the official team members very much, because her father was once an extraordinary official and later died heroically.Perhaps, in her heart, the official team members can be equated with the person who received the critically ill notice.
Mrs. Oriana is an accountant and the victim of an extraordinary case. She is delicate and gentle, pursues a refined life. She doesn't talk much, but she takes good care of everyone and never makes things difficult for us financially. For example, she rarely rejects Old Neil's reimbursement application. No matter how ridiculous the reason is, it is only left to the captain for decision.
Ms. Sigatán has rare gray hair and is an unsuccessful writer.She has an outstanding temperament and a calm personality, and she doesn't look like an extraordinary person fighting in the dark.She is also brave and firm, and even faces death, she does not retreat.
Ms. Luo Yao is very similar to Fry, both of whom are not talkative but care about their colleagues very much, well, except at the poker table.
Bright is the best at writing reports among civilians, a romantic gentleman who still loves his wife even though he has been married for fifteen years.I think he will live well because the motto he believes is that the less you know, the longer you live.
Xizel Francis is our coachman. Although he is a civilian, he often comes into contact with dangerous scenes. Therefore, the captain handed over all the purchase and application of supplies to him.His presence is not high, and this may be the key to his survival.
I occasionally think that if there were no more things that happened later, I would definitely still live in Tingen, going to work on time every day, taking turns to handle few cases, playing cards with colleagues, and accompanying Melissa and Benson to watch dramas or circus performances from time to time.If you can go home early one day, study food, which is my big hobby.By the weekend, I may come to visit you and communicate with you about the history of various fields...
Unfortunately, life always pushes us forward and faces one change after another.
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