On December thirteenth, the sky in Roseburg was gray.
The convoy slowly arrived at the main gate.
Although it is not grand, the decoration of the carriage is not luxurious. But the guards at the city gate did not dare to stop him in the slightest.
Just because outside the pure black carriage, the golden lion's head is polyphonic.
That is the symbol of Noah's royal family!
In the front carriage sat a middle-aged man with a serious and composed face.
He has curly black hair and dark red eyes. Wears a pair of narrow-rimmed black square glasses.
The man lifted the curtains and glanced outside.
"It's going to snow, Cafney."
He asked with concern in a low voice, "Are you cold?"
The girl Kafni, who was in the same compartment as him, did not respond.
Cafney ignored her father's words and just focused on painting.
She looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with curly black hair falling down her waist. Wearing a painter's beret on his head.
She was only wearing a black lace dress with a narrow waist. Bare feet pulled out from the boots and shrunk under the body, squatting securely on the long and soft bench seat, putting the drawing board on his knees, scribbling something intently.
"—Caffney?"
The middle-aged man got no response.
He reached out and grabbed Cafney's drawing board and pulled it away.
The man patiently asked again: "Are you cold, do you want to add clothes?"
"..."
Cafney just shook her head silently.
Unlike men, although she also has red pupils, those eyes are closer to the color of colored glaze.
That kind of bizarre transparency even makes people doubt whether she has normal vision.
And for her silence, the man also seemed very distressed, just like every time he asked a child or a couple "what's for dinner tonight", they got the answer "casual":
"What does shaking your head mean? It's not cold or you don't need to add clothes?"
As he spoke, the man looked down at Cafney's painting.
Then he froze for a moment.
In Cafney's painting, it is a lifelike human-faced bird.
Its posture is weird and distorted, its wings seem to be broken off, and each feather has an eye. It spread its feet and ran on the fire, but its feathers did not show any trace of scorching.
The moment he saw this weird and terrifying painting, a well-disguised fear and disgust flashed in the man's eyes.
But he quickly asked softly, "What is this, Cafney?"
"… is God."
She said softly, "He called me up."
Her voice was extremely light and soft, whispering like a dream.
But when he heard this statement, the man was shocked.
"—Don't dare to say that!"
He threw away the painting like an electric shock, stood up and reprimanded hurriedly.
But he didn't dare to teach Kafni any more.
Just looking at the extremely clear red pupils made him feel a wave of fear. A strong creepy feeling rose from behind, and the man felt the skin on his body peeled off, but there was no pain at all.
He tried his best to suppress the fear that was almost boiling in his heart, forced a gentle smile, pushed his glasses and said softly: "Caffney, we have arrived.
"It's not far from Freezing Water Harbor. Don't you want to see Amos Morrison's paintings? Tomorrow I'll take you to the site of the Morrison Gallery…"
"… No."
Cafney shook her head lightly, not knowing what it meant.
As she spoke, she silently picked up the picture frame that had been thrown aside, and retracted to the seat.
She smeared the picture with black paint vigorously, almost blacking out most of the picture.
Although he knew that he shouldn't talk to Kafni who was drawing, but seeing this strange behavior, the man couldn't help asking: "Did you draw something wrong?"
"Yes, the drawing is wrong."
Kafni made a light and soft voice, and it was much rarer to say a few words: "He should have four faces and four wings. I can't see far enough...
"In front of him was the face of a man, on the right was the face of a lion, on the left was the face of an ox, and behind him was the face of an eagle..."
When she said this, she raised her head and took a serious look at the man: "'Four' can represent time in the ceremony, Dad."
"... I don't understand these things. I'm not a transcendent person, and I don't understand what it means."
The man smiled wryly and said, "You don't need to explain to me... just draw your own."
"Um."
Cafney also seemed to have lost interest in continuing to explain.
She hummed lightly and lowered her head again.
The man just leaned on the back seat with a pale face.
— saw it again.
Every time he looked at Kafni, the man seemed to be able to see countless dark, shadowy tentacles from under her skirt.
He was also a little confused, whether this was some kind of illusion...
Because that may also be the illusion that Cafney's black lace skirt gave him on the gently shaking carriage.
... who knows.
The man rubbed his temples tiredly.
Gotta take a break.
"—Wake up, wake up!"
On the other side, Annan heard Salvatore's call.
The moment his consciousness came to his senses, a large number of words appeared in front of Annan's eyes:
[You have completed a ritual, your will attribute +1]
[You look at the most holy thing, the erosion rate has returned to zero]
[You got the new mark "Higher-order Influence: Remnants of the Wheel of the Crane"]
[If it is not removed in time, it will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword "brilliance" (difficulty: distorted) after seven days.]
"Don Juan? Are you awake?"
As if sensing Annan's twitching eyelids, Salvatore's voice was a little surprised: "Don Juan?"
"… Um."
Annan opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, wrapped in two layers of quilts.
For some reason, he felt that many warm glass bottles were stuffed into his quilt.
... This is, a warm water bag
Weird thoughts flashed through Annan's mind.
Salvatore breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and drank a few sips of water, and complained: "I originally wanted to leave you some private space, but I didn't expect you to fall asleep in front of the mirror? Are you holding the mirror?" Did you go to see something? How could you pass out
"Do you know how cold that place is? The winter clothes don't fit you well, and you can't keep out the cold by lying on the ground. The most terrible thing is that you lie on the ground peacefully. When I went in and saw you, I was scared Big jump—"
"Senior," Annan asked suddenly, "how long have I been unconscious?"
"More than an hour—don't interrupt! I never imagined that the panacea I concocted would be used in such a place..."
The more Salvatore said, the more he felt a stomachache: "What the hell did you see? How could you still pass out? This mirror can still hurt people? Here, drink some hot water... How are you now?"
"No, it's not the mirror. I passed out for other reasons."
Annan shook his head, took the hot water cup, and took a sip.
What he said is not a lie.
It wasn't because of the mirror that he fainted... If nothing else happened, it might be the problem of the Book of Heavenly Cars.
and…
"If you say, how am I now..."
Annan's expression was a bit strange: "My feeling is that I am in a particularly good state now. I think it should be the effect of the panacea."
He felt extra clarity in his head, strength in his body, and comfort. After he came to this world, he had never felt so comfortable... To describe it, it was like a person who finally took a shower and changed into warm and dry clothes after walking in the rain for a long time.
But even Annan himself didn't know that this was the effect of the panacea...
Still see in the mirror, another "Annan" role.