At this time, in a church orphanage.
A blond woman with painting tools on her back suddenly raised her head to face the blue sky and froze.
It wasn't until the skirt was pulled by a fleshy little fist that the woman came to her senses, squatted down with a smile, and looked at the little girl who was less than five years old in front of her: "Ya Yi, what's the matter?"
"Sister Feng, Siegfried can't hold it anymore."
Nuo Nuo's little milky voice, coy movements, and pleading eyes fell into the woman's eyes, and she immediately burst into laughter.
The woman hugged Ya Yi and rubbed her tender face hard, before letting go of her for a while.
Then he looked to the other side, Siegfried in the shape of "Golden Rooster Independence" by the fountain.
Siegfried and Yayi are the same age. Because they have been in the same position for a long time, Baozi's face is now flushed, and his eyes are full of water, and he looks aggrieved. However, no matter how wronged he was, he couldn't cry. The dean's grandfather said that boys can't cry, not to mention that Ya Yi is still beside him.
Today, he finally tried to put on this pose to show his "manliness" in front of Jae-yi, and he must not be embarrassed.
However, perhaps it was because he had been standing for too long, the sun was hot, his face was flushed, and the heat from his sweat was rising. It fell into the fountain, setting off a splash of water.
After a long while, Siegfried, who was judged to be suffering from heat stroke, was taken back to the dormitory by the church nuns aggrieved.
Siegfried's face was gloomy, not only did he fail to show his masculinity in front of Jae, but he was also embarrassed.
The church nun thought that Siegfried was sad because she didn't get the painting, and comforted her gently: "It doesn't matter if I didn't get the opportunity to paint this time. I asked, and painter Feng will come next week. Then, wait for your illness to heal. Get up, it's never too late to paint."
Siegfried replied glumly.
On the other side, Feng Painter, a blond woman who kissed Ge Ya's little cheek and then sent him away, suddenly felt the earrings move.
"you… "
"Don't talk yet." Feng interrupted the voice in his ear, then turned over and jumped agilely to the statue in the center of the fountain, only then did he say: "Speak."
There was a teasing voice from the earrings: "My dear old friend Miraphael, I never knew that you are so interested in women's clothing?"
The blonde woman was Miraphael Feng, the "Magic Painting". He shrugged and said, "No way, this church only allows pure and flawless girls to come in. Besides, as a painter, it is also very interesting to experience art from a female perspective. of."
"I don't understand your art." After muttering, a voice came from the earrings again: "I remember your goal, isn't it the third princess of the Ocaleg royal family, the kingdom of the heart in the shell world? I Positioning here, I found out why you came to the Kingdom of Saint Isa?"
Feng: "I got the mysterious thing on Tasia's body half a day ago, but when I was about to go back, I heard some rumors about the Kingdom of Saint Isa, and came here."
"Some rumors?"
"I can't tell you in detail, but the whole kingdom here is shrouded in a strange atmosphere, and I feel like I will encounter something incredible here." Feng looked at the fountain under him, this strange atmosphere would not spread into the water, so he chose to stand in the statue in the middle of the fountain and speak.
"A mysterious thing again?" There was a burst of exclamation from the earrings, accompanied by a strong jealousy: "How can two mysterious things be born in a remote world of the end of the law?"
"I don't know if it's a mysterious thing. It will take a while to investigate... After all, in addition to opportunities, there are also unknown dangers brought by mysterious things." Feng recalled that in order to get "Chloe" from Tasia. Virtue's emotion", he stayed for fifteen years, just to observe Tasia and avoid danger.
However, the "Cloyd's emotion" on Tasia was derived from a part of her own skeleton, so it took a long time to observe. If the mysterious thing here exists alone, it doesn't need to stop for so long.
After a pause, Feng said again, "I'll tell you later when I have the information, Renekton, what are you doing to me?"
Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in the earrings, like an explosion and a long hissing sound when the air leaked.
After a while, Renekton gasped and said in a sad tone: "My old friend, I have extremely unfortunate news to tell you that my experiment has failed again."
"Since you wanted to artificially refine something mysterious, when has your alchemy experiment been successful?" Feng Tucao said, "And, what does this have to do with me."
Renekton: "You are my closest friend, and I'm so disappointed that you can't empathize with me... Sigh, if I can get the blackening technique of the death faction of Ordoros, maybe I can get in touch with the mysterious aspect. "
"Okay, I know what you mean. Next time I go back, I will find a way to apply for the right to use the Book of Kyle and help you find the blackening technique." Feng said angrily after he finished speaking. : "You're looking for me, shouldn't it be for this?"
"Of course not." After receiving Feng's promise, Renekton immediately smiled and started talking about business.
"I just got the latest news. According to the monitoring, not long ago, on the barren side of the abyss world, a true spirit of the demon god fell." Renekton: "I know that you are jealous of the demon god, and the barren side is still connected. I belong to the wizarding world in the Southern Region, so I will tell you as soon as I get the news."
After Rickett finished speaking, he never got a response from Feng.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
After a while, Feng's voice came over: "I know, I felt it when my agreement with the Book of Kyle suddenly dissipated."
"Your agreement with the Book of Kyle? The fall of this Demon God's true spirit has something to do with you?" After Renekton finished speaking, he suddenly reacted: "That's right, you are so disgusted with Demon God, it makes sense to do this. ."
Renekton remembered a book he had stumbled upon on Feng's bookshelf.
The name seems to be called "The Desolation of the Plane", which is a publication produced by a wizarding union named Frost Moon in the Southern Region. On the title page of this book, there is Feng's painting Doomsday Calamity, which describes the apocalyptic picture after the arrival of the Rising Sun.
Feng's hatred of the Demon God is naked. Renekton guessed that maybe this was related to some of Feng's early years. However, the wizards who can reach their level will always fall some snow in their lives, and the snow will melt, and no one can know except himself.
Feng was reluctant to mention the snow in his life, and Renekton also respected his friends and never asked.
Renekton: "Well, since it is your agreement with the Book of Kyle, it seems that things should be settled now."
"The shadow of the devil should disappear." Feng said lightly.
"I don't know what's the point of you doing this." Renekton muttered: "Since you already know, then I won't say it, I'm going to continue to try it, maybe it can be achieved without the legendary blackening technique. .But I don't have much money to rent a safe mysterious thing, it's really troublesome... When you come back, remember to lend me the mysterious thing you got to study for a few days."
"it is good."
Renekton's voice gradually disappeared, and Feng raised his head and looked at the sky silently, as if he could see the abyss world that was unknown in space and time.
"Painter Feng, how did you climb up there?" After a long time, an elderly priest came over.
Feng blushed and jumped off the statue in the center of the fountain: "Uh, I accidentally got ink on the statue just now, I'll come up and wipe it."
"Really?" The old pastor had doubts in his eyes, but compared to jumping on the statue, he was most suspicious of Feng for another thing.
Just two hours ago, the artist named Feng came to the orphanage and said that he wanted to paint the children for free, and that the painting would last for half a year.
This was supposed to be a good thing, but after listening to the previous nuns tell him, Feng was asking them about something.
"I heard from the nun before that you were inquiring about the Holy Election?"
…
Back in time not too long ago, the abyss, the barren face.
The sealed continent under the shadow of the tree.
Greenwood will probably never forget this picture for the rest of his life.
The tall figure with long golden hair stood quietly under the tall green tree.
The deadly dark sky, the shaking and overturned maroon earth, and the fire tornado rising from the ground are the background of this picture.
It was deeply etched in Greenwood's mind.
I don't know how long it took, when Greenwood was still immersed in whitewashing his inner memory, a voice suddenly came out.
"It's really confusing."
Not the owner's voice, not from Popota.
This voice is very special. It did not enter the air medium, but like a spiritual ripple, directly into its mind. Even though Greenwood didn't know what language he was speaking, he just understood the words. mean. But it is very different from the mental ripple, because it has the texture of the sound
Indifferent between males and females, it is very cold, like drops of water falling on the smooth and cold porcelain surface.
When Gray Wu heard this voice, he felt as if he had come to the world of ice and snow.
who is talking? Greywood turned his head and finally settled on the blond figure.
There is no one else here, the owner seems to have passed out, Popota is lying still, the only one who can speak is... him.
As a new admirer, Greenwood was suddenly a little excited. After all, the Demon God True Spirit had asked him many times before, but he had never spoken. This was his first time speaking!
By the way, what did he say just now... Miscellaneous? What kind of mess
When Greenwood was in doubt, he saw the blond figure suddenly stretch out his hand, and the big tree composed of the power of true spirit slowly poured out light spots.
It's like fireflies are flying, and it's like the stars are falling like water.
Finally, these green dots gathered in the hands of the blond figure.
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