Although there is no concept of temperature in the Honesty Hall, Klein heard a cold and a heat. He wanted to defend himself for a few words, but after opening his mouth, he didn't know what to say
Silently looking at Adam's eyes that were so clear that he could reflect his figure for a few seconds, Crane spoke with a little difficulty:
I accept...
But I will also work hard to reduce the damage caused by war in the future, as long as I am still alive.
He paused for a moment, then asked in a deep voice:
Is this the price you marked for the gift?
After a monk here told your real name, you had noticed this travel notation and made a secret arrangement?
Adam, wearing a simple white robe, did not respond, and walked step by step towards the mural on the left, stopped in front of one of the pairs, raised his head slightly, and quietly admired it.
On that mural, books bound by parchment flew up to the clouds, came to the starry sky, and fell into a huge claw.
After watching for a while, Adam spoke in a warm voice:
You can leave now.
Crane suddenly felt that she was jointly rejected by the Hall of Honesty, City of Miracle and the collective subconscious ocean of the world in the book, and she couldn't help but float up and flew out.
During this process, he saw Adam return to the front of the rows of black seats, holding the silver cross pendant, closing his eyes, and praying devoutly to the huge and blurred figure.
Outside the ocean of collective subconsciousness, an illusory door appeared silently, standing in the air and leading to the outside.
The world in the book also began to reject Klein and squeezed him out of the door that opened.
Suddenly, Klein returned to the real world, returned to the gray and white fog, and was in a state of being about to enter the historical pore.
Unlike just now, he was no longer locked by the vortex formed by countless transparent worms, and the nearly invisible and smooth tentacles entangled with "Grossel's Travels" shook slightly and disappeared out of thin air.
Without worrying about feeling distressed, Klein made a choice almost by instinct while his thoughts were swift.
He jumped into the gray mist from the other direction and hid in a broken spot of light, which is the so-called historical pore.
The next second, Klein began to regret it, because Zarathu's slippery and terrible tentacles extended over the gray and white mist, and the countless transparent worms no longer formed a rotating vortex, disintegrating into a tide, and rushed towards him quickly.
Zaratho can actually fight in the pores of history!
This is the suppression of the lower ones by the high-ranking ones in the same way.
The best at dealing with the diviner, the demigod who passes the path is always the same path with a higher sequence than his.
Klein did not hesitate, just like when he was promoted, galloping in the spots of light, fleeing towards the depths of the fog of history.
The secret mausoleum collapsed, Beckland's air strikes and a smog tragedy flew back one after another, but Klein's premonition of danger not only did not weaken, but also became much stronger.
He had even seen the rich shadows getting closer and closer and began to cover himself.
This is the tide formed by the transparent worm and the slippery tentacles!
Klein ran away desperately, constantly chanting the name of the Goddess of the Night in his heart in the giant's words, hoping to be rescued. This is the only thing he has the spare energy to do, and that is also the only existence that can save him at present.
Of course, if he knew Amon's name, he would definitely try to provoke this blasphemer.
Only by muddling the situation can he survive.
Rossell's imperial title, the steam engine improvement, the battle of oaths, the White Rose War and the Twenty Years' War flashed one by one, and Crane found that her body was covered in shadows, her consciousness gradually slowed down, and she felt like she was being manipulated by the line of the spirit body.
At this moment, the various spots of gray and white mist ran out of the dogs with Furoroot.
They were covered with short black hair, dark red flames burned in their eye sockets, and the corners of their mouths stretched to the back of their heads.
These monster-like guardians of Source Fort passed Klein and rushed behind him.
Klein's consciousness suddenly became awake.
grass!He cursed himself, his eyes slightly red, and his eyes continued to run in a blur, from the fifth century to the fourth century to the third century.
The huge tide-like shadow behind him paused for a few seconds, and then nothing happened and continued to rush to Klein, flooding the historical pores he passed by.
Klein was not stingy with his spirituality at all. He tried his best to run in the fog of history with the help of his lit light spots, from the Third Age to the Second Age, to a lonely fragment of light, surrounded by withered and decaying forests and normal-sized tombs.
This is the history of the giant king Ormeer burying his parents.
The tide formed by the ontology of Zaratu seems to be not familiar with these pasts enough, and I don’t know which era I stayed in and couldn’t catch up.
At this time, Klein's spirituality was almost exhausted, and in the fog of history, he could only borrow strength from the pores he was in. Obviously, there was no past here.
And when his spirituality is exhausted, he will have to escape from the fog of history and return to the real world. At that time, he will face Zaratu again.
Huh… Klein breathed out, pulled out another paper crane, snapped his fingers and lit it.
However, he waited for a few seconds but could not wait for the Snake of Destiny Will Ansetine to appear.
In the pores of history, I can't use the ordinary paper crane to connect with Will... Why hasn't Amon appeared yet... In the light of his thoughts, Klein could only recite in the giant's words again:
The goddess of night who is more sublime than the stars and longer than eternity, you are the Lord of Scarlet, the Mother of Secret, the Queen of Disaster and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence...
After a few more seconds, Klein suddenly gained an inspiration, so he escaped from the fog of history and returned to the real world without hesitation.
As soon as his figure was outlined, the spiritual thread floated into the air and was grabbed by a smooth and transparent tentacle.
On the other side of him, another figure was highlighted at the same time.
It was Arianna, the leader of the ascetic with barefoots and linen robe.
According to Klein's ability, the angel-level historical projection he summoned must have disappeared now, so the person who came is undoubtedly the original body.
The dean of the Night Monastery glanced at Klein and instantly made him disappear under Zarathu's tentacles.
Klein entered the secret world belonging to Arianna. It was in the dark, a monastery with many ancient buildings, with a huge and holy red moon hanging high in the air.
Based on previous experience in cooperation, Klein immediately used teleportation to flash into the red moon and escaped from this hidden world from another place.
After returning to reality, Klein had already distanced himself from Zaratu, so he took advantage of travel and left directly. Arianna, who had temporarily blocked Zaratu, then transformed into a secret state and left the battle.
Rumble!
The terrifying thunder sounded, and the transparent tentacles that tried to explore Klein's disappearance suddenly retracted back and disappeared with the body.
Teleportation Klein, who arrived at the sea, did not care about borrowing power from his past self, summoned a paper man from the hole of history and shook his wrist.
Most of his belongings were damaged when they turned into bookmarks, and Cunas and Enyuni didn't know where they were lost. Of course, they might have evaporated under the illumination of the Angel of Light.
Bang!
The paper man ignited a red flame and rose into an illusory angel with layers of wings on his back, wrapping Klein inside and eliminating the traces.
Then, Klein turned on teleport again and left here.
…………
In that secret mausoleum in East Chester County, William Augustus I and the mysterious queen Bernardi were both aware of the fall of George III through changes in order or through the help of their own prophecies.
The latter did not stop anymore, and suddenly the body separated like a pile of soap bubbles that reflected light, scattered around and shattered one after another.
William Augustus I was not in a mood to stop or catch up, but it was not that painful.
…………
Klein took a long walk and then quietly returned to Bakerland, which is currently perhaps the safest place after he eliminated the traces with Angel Hug three times.
Before he could return to the house he rented before, he directly found a hotel in the Beckland Bridge area and opened a room.
Of course, he did not forget to make certain changes to his appearance, height, temperament and characteristics.
He became more ordinary, ordinary, and unattracted.
After entering the room, Klein endured his mental fatigue and physical trauma and began to recite the name of the sea god Kavetuva, preparing to walk four steps backwards, head over the gray fog, use his real vision and real angel embrace to confirm the environment and eliminate hidden dangers.
Fortunately, Zarathu should have signed a contract with George III and cannot leave the guarded mausoleum at will. Otherwise, in that melee, I would have become His secret puppet... The appearance of He and the gods of the monarchy exceeded my expectations... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, took a step counterclockwise, opened his mouth, and recited in Chinese:
Fussa...
Suddenly, Klein's body trembled, his words stopped abruptly, and his whole body stiffened.
In his sight, there was a figure on the chair on the side of the full-length mirror in the room. He was of medium shape, a young man, wearing a dark jacket and tweed trousers, which was a mixed race between Ruon and Bailang.
This is the secret puppet that Klein lost before, winner Enyuni.
Facing Klein's eyes that could no longer be turned, Enyuni smiled and said:
Don't throw secret puppets around, they will be tracked.
While speaking, he slowly stood up, took out a single crystal glasses from his clothes pocket, and slowly put them on his right eye.
Silently looking at Adam's eyes that were so clear that he could reflect his figure for a few seconds, Crane spoke with a little difficulty:
I accept...
But I will also work hard to reduce the damage caused by war in the future, as long as I am still alive.
He paused for a moment, then asked in a deep voice:
Is this the price you marked for the gift?
After a monk here told your real name, you had noticed this travel notation and made a secret arrangement?
Adam, wearing a simple white robe, did not respond, and walked step by step towards the mural on the left, stopped in front of one of the pairs, raised his head slightly, and quietly admired it.
On that mural, books bound by parchment flew up to the clouds, came to the starry sky, and fell into a huge claw.
After watching for a while, Adam spoke in a warm voice:
You can leave now.
Crane suddenly felt that she was jointly rejected by the Hall of Honesty, City of Miracle and the collective subconscious ocean of the world in the book, and she couldn't help but float up and flew out.
During this process, he saw Adam return to the front of the rows of black seats, holding the silver cross pendant, closing his eyes, and praying devoutly to the huge and blurred figure.
Outside the ocean of collective subconsciousness, an illusory door appeared silently, standing in the air and leading to the outside.
The world in the book also began to reject Klein and squeezed him out of the door that opened.
Suddenly, Klein returned to the real world, returned to the gray and white fog, and was in a state of being about to enter the historical pore.
Unlike just now, he was no longer locked by the vortex formed by countless transparent worms, and the nearly invisible and smooth tentacles entangled with "Grossel's Travels" shook slightly and disappeared out of thin air.
Without worrying about feeling distressed, Klein made a choice almost by instinct while his thoughts were swift.
He jumped into the gray mist from the other direction and hid in a broken spot of light, which is the so-called historical pore.
The next second, Klein began to regret it, because Zarathu's slippery and terrible tentacles extended over the gray and white mist, and the countless transparent worms no longer formed a rotating vortex, disintegrating into a tide, and rushed towards him quickly.
Zaratho can actually fight in the pores of history!
This is the suppression of the lower ones by the high-ranking ones in the same way.
The best at dealing with the diviner, the demigod who passes the path is always the same path with a higher sequence than his.
Klein did not hesitate, just like when he was promoted, galloping in the spots of light, fleeing towards the depths of the fog of history.
The secret mausoleum collapsed, Beckland's air strikes and a smog tragedy flew back one after another, but Klein's premonition of danger not only did not weaken, but also became much stronger.
He had even seen the rich shadows getting closer and closer and began to cover himself.
This is the tide formed by the transparent worm and the slippery tentacles!
Klein ran away desperately, constantly chanting the name of the Goddess of the Night in his heart in the giant's words, hoping to be rescued. This is the only thing he has the spare energy to do, and that is also the only existence that can save him at present.
Of course, if he knew Amon's name, he would definitely try to provoke this blasphemer.
Only by muddling the situation can he survive.
Rossell's imperial title, the steam engine improvement, the battle of oaths, the White Rose War and the Twenty Years' War flashed one by one, and Crane found that her body was covered in shadows, her consciousness gradually slowed down, and she felt like she was being manipulated by the line of the spirit body.
At this moment, the various spots of gray and white mist ran out of the dogs with Furoroot.
They were covered with short black hair, dark red flames burned in their eye sockets, and the corners of their mouths stretched to the back of their heads.
These monster-like guardians of Source Fort passed Klein and rushed behind him.
Klein's consciousness suddenly became awake.
grass!He cursed himself, his eyes slightly red, and his eyes continued to run in a blur, from the fifth century to the fourth century to the third century.
The huge tide-like shadow behind him paused for a few seconds, and then nothing happened and continued to rush to Klein, flooding the historical pores he passed by.
Klein was not stingy with his spirituality at all. He tried his best to run in the fog of history with the help of his lit light spots, from the Third Age to the Second Age, to a lonely fragment of light, surrounded by withered and decaying forests and normal-sized tombs.
This is the history of the giant king Ormeer burying his parents.
The tide formed by the ontology of Zaratu seems to be not familiar with these pasts enough, and I don’t know which era I stayed in and couldn’t catch up.
At this time, Klein's spirituality was almost exhausted, and in the fog of history, he could only borrow strength from the pores he was in. Obviously, there was no past here.
And when his spirituality is exhausted, he will have to escape from the fog of history and return to the real world. At that time, he will face Zaratu again.
Huh… Klein breathed out, pulled out another paper crane, snapped his fingers and lit it.
However, he waited for a few seconds but could not wait for the Snake of Destiny Will Ansetine to appear.
In the pores of history, I can't use the ordinary paper crane to connect with Will... Why hasn't Amon appeared yet... In the light of his thoughts, Klein could only recite in the giant's words again:
The goddess of night who is more sublime than the stars and longer than eternity, you are the Lord of Scarlet, the Mother of Secret, the Queen of Disaster and Fear, the Lord of Sleep and Silence...
After a few more seconds, Klein suddenly gained an inspiration, so he escaped from the fog of history and returned to the real world without hesitation.
As soon as his figure was outlined, the spiritual thread floated into the air and was grabbed by a smooth and transparent tentacle.
On the other side of him, another figure was highlighted at the same time.
It was Arianna, the leader of the ascetic with barefoots and linen robe.
According to Klein's ability, the angel-level historical projection he summoned must have disappeared now, so the person who came is undoubtedly the original body.
The dean of the Night Monastery glanced at Klein and instantly made him disappear under Zarathu's tentacles.
Klein entered the secret world belonging to Arianna. It was in the dark, a monastery with many ancient buildings, with a huge and holy red moon hanging high in the air.
Based on previous experience in cooperation, Klein immediately used teleportation to flash into the red moon and escaped from this hidden world from another place.
After returning to reality, Klein had already distanced himself from Zaratu, so he took advantage of travel and left directly. Arianna, who had temporarily blocked Zaratu, then transformed into a secret state and left the battle.
Rumble!
The terrifying thunder sounded, and the transparent tentacles that tried to explore Klein's disappearance suddenly retracted back and disappeared with the body.
Teleportation Klein, who arrived at the sea, did not care about borrowing power from his past self, summoned a paper man from the hole of history and shook his wrist.
Most of his belongings were damaged when they turned into bookmarks, and Cunas and Enyuni didn't know where they were lost. Of course, they might have evaporated under the illumination of the Angel of Light.
Bang!
The paper man ignited a red flame and rose into an illusory angel with layers of wings on his back, wrapping Klein inside and eliminating the traces.
Then, Klein turned on teleport again and left here.
…………
In that secret mausoleum in East Chester County, William Augustus I and the mysterious queen Bernardi were both aware of the fall of George III through changes in order or through the help of their own prophecies.
The latter did not stop anymore, and suddenly the body separated like a pile of soap bubbles that reflected light, scattered around and shattered one after another.
William Augustus I was not in a mood to stop or catch up, but it was not that painful.
…………
Klein took a long walk and then quietly returned to Bakerland, which is currently perhaps the safest place after he eliminated the traces with Angel Hug three times.
Before he could return to the house he rented before, he directly found a hotel in the Beckland Bridge area and opened a room.
Of course, he did not forget to make certain changes to his appearance, height, temperament and characteristics.
He became more ordinary, ordinary, and unattracted.
After entering the room, Klein endured his mental fatigue and physical trauma and began to recite the name of the sea god Kavetuva, preparing to walk four steps backwards, head over the gray fog, use his real vision and real angel embrace to confirm the environment and eliminate hidden dangers.
Fortunately, Zarathu should have signed a contract with George III and cannot leave the guarded mausoleum at will. Otherwise, in that melee, I would have become His secret puppet... The appearance of He and the gods of the monarchy exceeded my expectations... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, took a step counterclockwise, opened his mouth, and recited in Chinese:
Fussa...
Suddenly, Klein's body trembled, his words stopped abruptly, and his whole body stiffened.
In his sight, there was a figure on the chair on the side of the full-length mirror in the room. He was of medium shape, a young man, wearing a dark jacket and tweed trousers, which was a mixed race between Ruon and Bailang.
This is the secret puppet that Klein lost before, winner Enyuni.
Facing Klein's eyes that could no longer be turned, Enyuni smiled and said:
Don't throw secret puppets around, they will be tracked.
While speaking, he slowly stood up, took out a single crystal glasses from his clothes pocket, and slowly put them on his right eye.
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