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The scarlet wine liquid kept swirling in the crystal goblet, and then fell back after several rounds. The wine liquid on the wall of the glass slowly slid down, exuding blurred colors under the light. Mr. MGM, generally speaking, red wine should not be stored for a long time. Red wine stored for too long will develop off-flavors, which will destroy its aroma. But this does not apply to red wines originating from the Swarovski region. The longer the red wine produced there becomes, the mellower it becomes. What you are going to try now is the best Remy wine produced in the Swarovski region, which has a history of more than 150 years. Catherine's voice was noble and reserved, unknowingly repelling others from thousands of miles away. Every cadence and ups and downs were a model of aristocratic etiquette. But for some reason, on this night, behind the plain elegance, her voice seemed to have a subtle temptation. Of course, preservation is also a kind of knowledge. I will introduce it to you in a special topic in the future. There are some interesting tips in it! Catherine raised her glass to MGM. This time her voice had a little coloratura at the end, as lazy as a girl's love interest, and she seemed a little drunk.
MGM smiled. The theme these days is wine, and under Catherine's guidance, he has tried almost all the famous wines on the continent. In just a few days, his understanding of wine was enough to call him a master. Just as he was about to drink the red wine from the crystal goblet, Catherine's delicate hand suddenly hit his wrist, stopping him. Mr. MGM, the true taste of wine can only be experienced after you are drunk. No, no, it is not the drunkenness you have experienced before. It is not real drunkenness, because your consciousness is still awake. In this plane, a great poet once said that the root of all evil is. If you really want to understand the true meaning of the source of evil, the only way is to relax, lose all guard, suppress all power, open your heart, and completely relax all control. The true taste of wine only emerges when your conscious mind is also drunk. Catherine's hands were smooth and cold. But MGM suddenly felt a burning sensation coming from the skin she touched, and it even extended along her wrist toward her heart. He frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. But no matter what, suppress all the power of the four-winged angel. It is equivalent to completely handing over one's soul to the fragile human body, which is a very dangerous thing. Mr. MGM, what are you worried about? This is the Duke's Palace. Apart from the cathedral where the Pope lives, this is the safest place in Lille. And I have neither fighting spirit nor magic, and I am a devout believer in the Supreme God. What are you worried about? Are you afraid that you will be captured by humans like the lowest angels? Catherine's eyes sparkled like morning stars, and her breath was as fragrant as blue musk, as if the most fragrant aftertaste of dozens of previous wines had been blended in.
MGM smiled. Although he still vaguely felt that something was wrong, he was a four-winged angel accompanying the Lord God. In the past few days since he had known Catherine, he had tried all kinds of things in the world, but he could not shake his will at all. Yes, how could he become a prisoner like those lower angels? MGM took a deep breath and drank the wine in one gulp. Following the method introduced by Catherine, he savored this extremely precious 150-year-old Remy red wine from different angles. The feeling of being drunk is really good. Especially when one is drunk but not drunk, all restraints become fragile. Everything that is hidden will emerge, and all sensory stimulation will be amplified. Everything in the room began to shake in front of MGM, and everything was coated with a blood-red rouge color. He is the same as Macbeth. Most of the memories have been left in the heaven, but how can it be possible to forget all the tens of thousands of years of serving the Lord God? He suddenly wanted to laugh loudly, but also wanted to hold his head in pain. There was a faint fear in MGM's heart, because the human body turned out to be so powerful. But he is a glorious four-winged angel. He will face any difficulty instead of escaping from it. MGM felt a sense of alarm in his heart. Although he has suppressed all his powers, he is after all an angel with four glorious wings, an angel known for his power of holding spells, and has served the Lord God for a long time. Will has become a part of existence. If it wavers a little, instinct will immediately give a warning. If a foreign enemy attacks at this moment, he can immediately recall his strength and regain his clarity.
However, MGM also knows that this last bit of wisdom that cannot be completely eliminated is an obstacle to accepting the test. At this moment, his emotions are indeed showing signs of wavering. If he does not dare to face these, he can also be said to have failed. Destroy the front of the weed body. Compared with the lowest-level angels who cannot resist the temptation, this is just a difference between fifty steps and a hundred steps. MGM sighed softly, and the golden light in the depths of his pupils gradually faded away, and the wildness finally began to appear on that delicate and elegant face. Amid the swaying carmine around the world, MGM's eyes were suddenly attracted by two shining morning stars. Catherine usually doesn't stand out too much, and even makes people feel a little personalityless and featureless. But she is not beautiful enough. Catherine, she is actually so perfect. From her tips to her ankles, every detail is impeccable. Even the most picky person can't find any flaws in her. Because of this, at first glance, you really can't feel that she has anything. Features, or something that attracts attention.
People's feelings are very strange. They are always attracted by the same outstanding thing, thus ignoring its shortcomings. And people will always deliberately exaggerate this most outstanding feature. Because of this, Catherine's reputation for beauty is not obvious. At most, she is just the most beautiful woman in the Rhineland. And even this name is quite controversial. At least when Froya returns to the royal capital, the charming little fairy will immediately steal a lot of her limelight.
MGM naturally has no way of understanding the weaknesses of human consciousness. At this moment, in his eyes, Catherine's perfection is clearly visible. In this world of lavish wealth, not one bit of her beauty can escape MGM, which is magnified thousands of times. twice the feeling. Ivory skin, thick natural curls, deep blue eyes, soft jade hands, vermilion lips... The impact of each drop increases by a factorial.
The drunkenness was still rising.
MGM suddenly realized that although he had experienced painting, music, sculpture, architecture, literature, drama and other human arts, the true essence of human art had always been with him. He held the wine bottle and wanted to pour himself some more wine, but his hands were shaking and he could no longer hold the bottle.
It's a very amazing feeling. Like an endangered traveler in the freezing cold, facing the dancing fire, knowing the burning pain, he couldn't help but reach out to grab it, just to experience the momentary pleasure of heat.
Catherine gently grasped the shaking bottle. His slender fingers reached along the bottle and touched MGM's trembling fingertips. The greasy touch once again turned into a hot stream of fire, which was injected deep into MGM's heart. There was something shouting deep in his soul, but under Xunxun's drunkenness, MGM couldn't hear it at all, and he didn't want to listen to the voice.
He turned back his hand and took Catherine's hand.
In the world of gold powder and blush, the only thing that is clear is Catherine's bright eyes.
This is the most wonderful moment…
The soul could no longer bear the huge pleasure, and screamed hysterically while trembling!
…
MGM suddenly stood up, his face was livid, and the alcohol was gone.
Catherine was standing on the scarlet carpet, slowly getting dressed. Her silky skin was covered layer by layer with simple styles and luxurious tailoring. Every movement of Catherine's dressing was so elegant. . And on her face, there was a noble, elegant but essentially repulsive smile, as if what she just did was just the most common leisure things for aristocratic women, such as writing a poem or pruning a bouquet of flowers. .
He heard the voice behind him, turned around, and suddenly smiled at Mr. Gao Mei. You are truly worthy of being the most noble high-level angel, and you are able to get rid of the restraints of your body so easily. "
MGM's face was as dark as water. He had expelled all human emotions and emotions from his soul. At this moment, he looked at Catherine with the compassion and silence of a god looking at the world like a lost lamb.
"You want to kill me?" Catherine said calmly, her tone as casual as a lady talking about the weather in a social gathering.
MGM sank for a moment and just sighed.
Catherine smiled lightly. The Holy Scriptures of the Church say that when you commit a sin, you must work hard to make amends. If a crime is committed in order to cover it up. From now on, we will be far away from the glory of the Lord God. "
"Tell me, what do you want?" MGM said coldly.
Catherine said: "The Grand Duke has endured the miracles of heaven and has spread the glory of the Supreme God since then. He has been standing hard. Now the principality is in a fierce battle with our much more powerful Dro Empire, but the Pope's attitude is very strange. He is always unwilling to I am willing to help the great prince appointed by the Lord God for his miracles. If you are willing to help us generously, then you will not only compensate me, but also spread the glory of the Supreme God."
MGM said: "The Grand Duke is indeed the recipient of the miracle personally designated by the Lord God. Therefore, if you want me to help you, just tell me directly, and I may not agree. Is this the method of intimidation?"
Catherine smiled lightly, her long eyelashes fluttered like a fan, and said meaningfully: "Master MGM, the greatest source of human artistic sense is a thing called love. If one day you can understand What is love, then, you will understand why I do this.”
"Love?" MGM fell into deep thought.
Catherine left the room, knowing that it was time to leave the noble Advent Angel alone. She gently closed the door and stepped on the long red carpet. Walk towards Wan.
A figure appeared silently in front of Catherine, blocking her way. His hair and skin had lost their former lusty luster, his eyes were bloodshot, but his lips had completely lost their color. He was originally heroic and talented, but now he was tortured to the point of being haggard.
"Why! Tell me why!" He stared at the lingering hickeys on Catherine's neck and growled in a low voice. He stretched out his hand, but then drooped it down in front of her eyes.
Catherine frowned and looked around, and saw clearly that the person blocking the road was Fiore, the Templar Swordsman from the Church of Light who had been following her.
When he saw the focus of Fiore's gaze, he frowned even more and pulled up his shawl to cover the hickey on his neck. Her classically beautiful face was filled with an awe-inspiring and inviolable noble expression, and she said coldly: Follow me? "
"I'm here to protect you!" Fiore growled, forgetting to use honorifics. Immediately, he tried his best to suppress his voice, not wanting others to hear: I admire you so much! In my heart, you are even more important than my belief in the Supreme God! But why is this, why~"
"Catherine looked at him, her expression softened, and she smiled, as gentle as the first breeze in spring. He stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears that rolled down Fiore's eyes unknowingly. He said softly but firmly To: "Fiore, I am just an ordinary woman. In this chaotic world, I need help and even more protection. But I have no martial arts skills and no magic. Apart from my body, what else can I give in exchange? "
"Me! I can protect you and I am always helping you!"
Catherine retracted her hand, looked at Fiore for a while, and smiled lightly: "You? Maybe in the future, but not now. I once expected you to do something, but I don't have that long to wait for your growth and protection. I don’t just have determination.”
There was a soft sound from Weng, and Fiore's sword was already pressed against Catherine's throat. His hand was still steady, but his whole body was trembling: "I can't stand it. I can't stand you exchanging mine for me!"
Catherine's bright eyes looked at Fiore quietly. His body was shaking more and more violently. Finally, the tip of his sword sank down to the ground.
The moment Catherine passed him, she stopped again and said calmly: "I like powerful men, so I did it willingly just now."
Fiore shuddered.
"If one day, your power can make me fall in love with you..." Catherine didn't say any more.
Fiore turned around like a whirlwind and stared at Catherine, his eyes filled with blazing flames.
"Will you always help me?"
"I will, for the rest of my life." Fiore looked straight into Catherine's beautiful eyes as blue as the sky, and answered without any hesitation.
This is a world without sky or land, boundless and boundless.
But there is light in this world, soft light, which is everywhere but does not know its origin and end. This world also has the sea, the mother's radiant ocean surface, and even the perception cannot reach the end. This is a strange world, half of it is void, and half of it is ocean.
In the returning waves, a face suddenly appeared. It was an extremely charming face. Every contour and every curve was seducing, which was enough to make people freeze.
Waves gathered on the sea, and huge waves rushed towards this exquisite face, lifting him higher and higher. So in the waves, the endless sea water condensed together, slowly revealing the slender neck, round shoulders, icy skin and slender legs.
After a while, an unparalleled beauty named Yili suddenly opened her eyes. It was not her on the sea!
Then countless bright red lightnings fell from the void, submerged into the bottomless ocean, and stirred up huge waves hundreds of meters high!
Four angels emerged from the void. They gathered under him and said in unison with the sweet voice of chants: "Dear Lord Chromios, the great Lathethemis has been waiting for you for a long time."
Ah Chromius seemed to be hesitant for some reason. After a moment, he waved his hand, and a huge wave appeared in the sea and turned into a robe in the air, covering his body.
So under the leadership of the four heavenly beings, Ah Chrome's snow-like toes lit up with two bright red lights and passed through the air silently.
Tiratmis, one of the main gods of the heavens, the great god who single-handedly created the Angel of Light, rested her jaw on her hands and seemed to be deep in thought.
He sat on a ball of pure holy light, surrounded by clouds and clouds, and hymns sung by hundreds of angels in unison lingered in the endless space.
Twelve angels were arranged in two columns. They folded the golden wings behind their backs, lowered their heads in great respect, and lined up on both sides of the glorious Lord God. Compared with Tiratmis' huge body that exudes endless majesty, these angels are like dots of fireflies under the bright moon on a summer night!
The four lower angels who led Chromios stopped far away. They could not approach the Lord God at all. For these lower heavens, the light of Tiratmis is too strong. If they fly forward again, they will be immediately burned up by the light of the Lord God and become their original form without consciousness.
When Chromios saw the twelve angels in front of Tiratmis, his bright red eyes fluctuated slightly. He went to the Lord God who created him, knelt in the void submissively, and waited for instructions.
Tiratmis slowly opened her eyes, looked at Garius, who was not even as tall as one of his fingers, and said slowly: "This time, your mission did not go smoothly."
The Lord God had spoken as softly as possible, but the slight fluctuations in his divine power had caused huge waves in the space that were too huge for the lower angels, and the hymn they sang was almost interrupted because of this. Hundreds of angels immediately retreated together. Only when they were far away from the range of the main god's power did the hymn become louder again.
"Odaireh is the most perfect angel of light you created. My mission this time cannot go smoothly." Achilles said sadly.
"That's true..." Tiratemis mused. Although Odaireh had stolen the power of faith, she had just woken up and her power was not very strong. In this battle, your body was even decomposed. She had to return to heaven, why hasn't she been destroyed yet? "
Achilles said calmly: "Great Tiratmis, your oracle is to bring her back to you, not to destroy her. She is the product of your great wisdom, so this is by no means an easy task. , I will come again and bring her to you. Tiratemis pondered for a moment, stretched out her hand, and four of the twelve angels immediately came out. Tiratmis said: "Let them help You, go and bring Odaireh to me. Achilles raised his head slightly, his bright-colored eyes flashed slightly with the radiant Tiratmis. It doesn't take five angels of light to bring Odaireh back to the heaven. This will affect your expression of the expansion of other planes. Inherit the highest degree of glory. Moreover, if five angels of light arrive at the same time, the savings of the Church of Light will be exhausted. You know, the plane where Odaireh is located is very troublesome, otherwise it would not be..." Achilles did not say any more. Tiratsun said slowly: "Achilles, your eyes can still see. You are not lofty enough. If you want to bring Odaireh back to heaven, your strength alone is not enough. As for the responsibilities of the Bright Church, you don’t need to worry about this.
At this moment, a strong light suddenly emerged from the unbounded void, and hundreds of angels flew out. They formed a neat row behind Achilles and knelt down. An angel on earth said respectfully: "Great Tiratmis, great Cetanistoria heard that you encountered some trivial troubles in the plane. He knew that you were very tired when you created the Angel of Light, so Let us come over, hoping that we can annihilate all troubles at the beginning. Tiratmis said calmly: "I thank the great Cetanistoria for his kindness, but his mission is far more important than mine, and it should not be distracted even by It's a tiny force. Go back. This mission is actually insignificant, not even a trouble. The angel said respectfully: "Of course, the great Tiratmis, I believe that this mission will be solved soon. However, the world of the alien plane is complex and dangerous, and we have some humble experience. The great Sethannis Tolia hopes that this matter will not be delayed until the seven eyes of Furianmir, the god of order, look back. Tiratmis said: "The great Setannis Tolia is the main god of battle, your I also see the power very clearly. Go back, please don't worry, this time the matter will be solved soon. The angel was no longer strong, and led the hundreds of gods behind him to maintain a kneeling posture, sliding back and disappearing into the surging clouds. After Battle Angel Chu retreated, the temple of Tiratmis became solemn, and even the hymns seemed particularly astringent and tasteless. The Lord God's unfathomable divine power has not seen any fluctuations. Within the scope of the divine power, even light and time can hardly flow. Finally, Tiratmis raised her right hand, and the four angels of light quietly stood up and returned to their original ranks. The god's right hand points to Achilles. Achilles knelt down, waiting for the god's sign. A little morning star flew out from Tiratmis's fingers and sank into the incomparably beautiful forehead of Alchliosine. "Achilles, I grant you the ability to freely travel through space to continue your mission." The words of the Lord God have majesty that cannot be defied. Chileus replied, then slowly retreated with his kneeling woman. "This time... you don't have to bring Odaireh back." Tiratmis said slowly. The angels of light cannot tell whether there is anything else after Tiratmis's cold indifference. Achilles finally left the vast and boundless palace of the living god. The illusory space, the vague hymn, and the incredibly tall and majestic figure appeared alternately, like a chaotic picture scroll, and then the extremely familiar death sickle passed through the center of the picture scroll, turning all the light into nothingness. However, the Death Scythe continued to castrate, and after a spin, it actually struck him! The huge cold blade sank into his chest bit by bit, and unprecedented pain immediately burned his consciousness and his soul. Rogge groaned and opened his eyes. Unbelievable severe pain would come from time to time in his chest and abdomen. With each wave of severe pain, his consciousness would be in a trance for a moment. The jumping scenery in front of Rogge finally stopped, and the blurred outline became clear. However, the first thing that caught his eye was neither the infinitely charming Froya nor the wild and charming Androni. Rogge looked at the woman with a faint smile on her lips in disbelief, sitting gently and calmly beside the bed. Her mirror-like black and warm silver eyes were like the deepest eyes on a winter night. A sweet dream. He struggled to sit up, but his body at the moment was like a heavy mountain. Lifting it just a little bit consumed all his strength, and every movement would bring out a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, making him return to his feet at any time. On the verge of coma. "How... could it be you..." Rogge finally squeezed out a few words. "Why can't it be me?" *** smiled lightly, gently held Rogge's hand, and asked him to lie back quietly. Feeling the smooth and cold feeling on his hand, Rogg completely forgot that this hand had also penetrated steel and cracked the dragon demon. His heart relaxed, and his consciousness slipped into the darkness again. At this time, the bone-chilling coldness had already disappeared into the melting warmth. But behind those silver eyes, there is really too much hidden... (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)