Seaman frowned, "Mr. Asa, is there anything else?"
Asa raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. After a while, he asked slowly, "Is there something that Mr. Seaman didn't say?"
"No." Ximan paused, and said hesitantly, "Sir, please be careful during my absence. Your identity may cause some trouble."
"Trouble?" Asa smiled, "It seems that Mr. Seaman got some news."
"There is indeed some news." Heman nodded, but did not directly explain the specific troubles to Asa, "Then, I bid farewell to sir."
"Kacha." The front door was turned, and Alan glanced at Asa and Seaman, "Asa, if I remember correctly, you should be at the Wax Museum at ten o'clock."
Asa nodded and patted Gal on the back, "Daddy will pick you up at night."
Gal nodded obediently, and walked towards Allen.
Allen glanced at Gal, and said to Asa, "The assistant is already waiting for you downstairs, and the draft I have in hand will come here sooner if it is completed."
"No need." Asa looked at Gal beside him, "Listen to Uncle."
"Yeah." Gal nodded and stood there watching Asa turn around and walk into the elevator—
The bishop's hall in the suburbs of London, England was empty, only a woman in a snow-white monk's robe sat on the main seat, and beside her sat a man in a dark red robe.
The man in the red robe flipped a delicate cross with one hand, "Are you sure it's him?"
The beautiful female monk in white smiled and looked at the stained glass on the top of the hall, "So what if you can be sure, what if you can't? Human beings don't react to holy water." The smiling expression makes people feel like spring breeze, "What is Bishop Handing worried about?"
"Saint Amanda, I had a faint premonition just now." The leader named Handing slowly closed his eyes, "We will be self-defeating." After a pause, he opened his eyes suddenly, "My premonition has always been All accurate, no further actions can be performed."
"I have always believed that your predictions are accurate." The woman named Amanda smiled gently, "But I believe that what we should do is to bring the light back to the light, and the light left in the darkness needs to return .”
"But..." Handing frowned, "We don't even know why he sank, so rashly..."
"That's enough sir, I believe this is also the Lord's will. Since it can be predicted by you, it is the Lord's will." The saint Amanda pushed the cross down on the table, and a flash of determination flashed in her warm pupils, "Let's not talk about it yet." Well, if the blood race is no longer afraid of the power of the Holy Light, the blood race will be even more unscrupulous, is this what you want to see?"
"How is it possible? The Holy See spent countless efforts to drive them out of the human world and reach an agreement. If they take the advantage..." As he spoke, Handing's voice became softer and his brows became more and more frowned.
"Don't hesitate any more about Handing." Amanda glanced at Handing with a dignified expression, and slowed down her voice, "What's more, at this time, all the people in Las Vegas have already acted."
"..." Handing did not speak, and was already staring at the pattern on the floor with a solemn expression.
"That's the person who represents death and ominousness."
A clear female voice slowly came from the top of the hall, as if separated by an invisible wall, as if it was far away in the sky, but also as if it was close at hand.
"Who is it?" Amanda was stunned for a moment, and asked back with astonishment.
-Da da.
The sound of shoes stepping on the floor was extremely abrupt in this empty hall, but the entire hall was still empty, not even a single person was seen.
"That person represents death and ominousness, that's why he was expelled and degenerated." The void trembled slowly, and a graceful woman walked from far to near, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is I can help you."
If Asa could find out here, this charming woman was the woman he had seen in his dream, the one who led him into the dream.
Amanda looked at the other party, stunned in a daze, and then murmured, "How do you know that person represents bad luck..."
The woman smiled, put her hands on her lips and said softly, "Hush, I'm just conveying God's will to you."
Amanda was startled, and glanced back quickly, only to find that Bishop Hunting was still sitting there motionless, as if trapped in his own thoughts.
But she didn't pay much attention to this matter. After she realized it, her whole body trembled slightly, but her expression became more devout, "I am a loyal person who dedicates my life to the Lord. My name is Amanda."
Amanda had a humble expression and drew a cross on her chest with one hand, "Are you an angel?"
The woman who walked out of the void smiled, with a hint of sarcasm flashing in the corner of her eyes, "Angel? This is not what you should care about." After speaking, she stretched out her palm, and there was a unique long and narrow black needle lying there, "Take this Piercing the man's chest can suppress his darkness."
Amanda looked at the blackened long needle, a trace of hesitation flashed across her face, "But... this thing is full of ominous atmosphere, just looking at it makes me feel uncomfortable." Amanda took a step back, like It's really uncomfortable.
"Suppress the darkness with darkness." The woman smiled charmingly, her voice full of demagoguery, "Do you want him to be found by the vampires? Do you want to see all your own kind become food for the vampires?"
Amanda, who was still hesitant, pursed her lips and stared at the item in the other's hand. After a while, she quickly reached out and squeezed it in her hand.
"vomit!"
Amanda's entire face was pale, and she clutched her chest and retched, but the hand holding the long needle was clenched even tighter.
It took a long time for her to recover, but her expression was still bad, "What's wrong with my companion?" Handing behind him was still sitting motionless, like a lifeless statue.
"His belief is not as firm as yours, and that's the biggest reason why I chose you. Besides, I don't want others to know about this." The woman smiled, turned around and walked in the direction she came from, "Let God see Your loyalty, I think he will be willing to see you."
Amanda looked at the woman who was leaving slowly, her lips were biting tightly, her frantic eyes and slightly trembling body revealed her thoughts, she was trying her best to suppress some extremely strong emotions.
After a long time, a confused voice came from behind Amanda, "Saint Amanda, what are you doing standing there?"
"You lost your mind just now, and I was going to find someone." Amanda slowly recovered, and walked back to her seat with a calm expression, "It seems that you are all right."
"But why is your face so pale?" Handing asked hesitantly, "Are you really okay?"
"What can I do?" Amanda regained her composure, and glanced at the red-robed bishop lightly, "Are you going to take action over there?"
"According to our plan, it should have already started." Handing replied with a frown.
"Let them transport the people here after they succeed." Amanda nodded, and said seriously, "No, transport them to Jerusalem, I don't worry about other places."
"But our original plan..." Handing looked reluctant.
"I'm the chief planner of this matter, sir." Amanda narrowed her eyes, her voice was a little cold.
"Yes, ma'am." Handing pursed his lips, his eyes a bit unwilling.
Asa sits on a chair in the reception room at Madame Tussauds in Las Vegas, flipping through a book.
The incense machine in the corner of the reception room sprayed milky white air slowly, and the whole room was filled with a refreshing fragrance.
There was a middle-aged woman sitting opposite Asa, who was shaking a wine glass leisurely in her hand, "It's an honor that we can make a statue for you, Mr. Asa."
Asa didn't look up, turned over a page of the album and said calmly, "I'm also honored, the wax figures you made are amazing."
"But I believe that you will definitely become the most outstanding wax figure in our wax museum." The middle-aged woman smiled decently, and just when she was about to continue speaking, the phone rang suddenly.
The woman glanced at the name displayed on the phone, then turned her head to look at Asa very quickly, "Sir, I'm going out to answer a call."
Asa looked up at her, and nodded to express his indifference.
"Hello?" The woman picked up the phone and walked quickly towards the door, "What's the matter?"
Asa's hearing was very good, and a thin door panel could not isolate him.
The voice of the other party became very humble after leaving the door, as if calling someone with a high status—
"Is there any change?" The woman lowered her voice, and after waiting for a while, she said respectfully, "What? Going to London? Well, I understand."
Asa raised his eyebrows and turned a page back. He was not keen on eavesdropping on other people's conversations.
"Sir, I just received a call from the London head office, hoping to put your wax figure there for display at the same time." The woman's expression was a little embarrassed, "They heard that your nationality is there."
"I don't mind." Asa smiled, tilted his head and stared at the woman inexplicably and asked, "It says in the album that the head of Madame Tussauds' Las Vegas branch is a gentle and elegant man." , and my agent also said the contact was a man."
The woman was taken aback, and looked down at the introduction album of the wax museum in the other party's hand, "That gentleman is not here today, I am just his assistant."
Asa frowned, stared at the other person's pupils and said coldly, "Really?"
"Sir, you are too defensive." The woman calmly sat down and poured a glass of wine for Asa as if she didn't see Asa's sight. "The maker hasn't come over yet, do you need a glass?"
Asa glanced at the wine glass and shook his head, "No, I'm not interested in it."
"That's a pity." The woman shrugged indifferently, and took back her glass. "Sir, the incense here is made from Dutch tulips. What do you think of the smell?"
Asa raised his eyebrows, glanced sideways at the milky white incense machine, took a deep breath of air and nodded, "It smells good, does it have any other effects? For example, it makes people more energetic?"
The woman smiled meaningfully, nodded and said, "There are indeed other effects, sir, you will know in a while."
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