Chapter 1203 Miscellaneous

At this time, in a church orphanage.

A blond woman carrying painting tools suddenly raised her head and faced the blue sky, stunned.

It wasn't until the hem of her skirt was pulled by a fleshy little fist that the woman came back to her senses. She squatted down with a smile and looked at the little girl who was less than five years old in front of her: "Yayi, what's wrong?"

"Sister Feng, Siegfried can't hold it any longer."

The soft little milky voice, the coy movements, and the pleading eyes fell into the woman's eyes, and she immediately burst into laughter.

The woman hugged Yai, rubbed Yai's soft face hard, and then let her go after a while.

Then he looked to the other side, where Siegfried was making a "golden rooster independence" pose beside the fountain.

Siegfried and Mei were the same age. Because he had maintained the same posture for a long time, Baozi's face was now red from suppressing it, and his eyes were filled with water, and he looked aggrieved. However, no matter how wronged he was, he couldn't cry. Grandpa Dean said that boys cannot cry, not to mention that Yai is still around.

He finally wanted to put on this pose today to show his "manliness" in front of Yai, and he must not embarrass himself.

However, perhaps he had been standing for too long, and the sun was too hot. His face was crimson, and the heat from sweat surged up. Siegfried felt dizzy in front of his eyes, a black light flashed, and he heard a "pop" sound. He fell into the fountain and caused a splash of water.

After a while, Siegfried was diagnosed with heatstroke and was brought back to the dormitory by the church nuns.

Siegfried had a gloomy look on his face. Not only did he fail to show his masculinity in front of Mei, but he was also embarrassed. The discomfort in his heart kept rising.

The church nun thought that Siegfried was sad because he didn't get the painting, and she comforted her gently: "It doesn't matter if you don't get the chance to paint this time. I asked, and Painter Feng will come next week. Then, wait until you recover. Get up and start painting again.”

Siegfried responded gloomily.

On the other side, Painter Feng, a blond woman who kissed Yai's little face and then sent Yai away, suddenly felt her earrings move.

"you……"

"Don't talk yet." Feng interrupted the voice in his ears, then turned over and jumped quickly to the statue in the center of the fountain. Then he said: "Say it."

A joking voice came from the earring: "My dear old friend Miraphail, I never knew that you are also so interested in women's clothing?"

The blond woman was the "Magic Painter" Miraphail Feng. He shrugged and said: "There is 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 this kind of art of yours." After muttering, a voice came from the earring again: "I remember your target, isn't it the third princess of the Okaleg royal family of the Heart Kingdom in the world inside the shell? I Positioning here, why did you come to the Kingdom of Saint Isa? "

Feng: "I got the mysterious thing from Tasia half a day ago, but when I was about to go back, I heard some rumors about the Kingdom of Saint Isa, so I came here."

"Some rumors?"

"I can't tell you specifically yet, but the entire kingdom here is shrouded in a strange atmosphere. I feel like I will encounter something incredible here." Feng looked at the fountain below him. This strange atmosphere will not spread. into the water, so he chose to stand in the statue in the middle of the fountain to speak.

"Another mysterious thing?" There was an exclamation from the earrings, accompanied by strong jealousy: "A remote world at the end of the law can actually give birth to two mysterious things?"

"I don't know if it is a mysterious object. It will take some time to explore... After all, mysterious objects bring not only opportunities, but also unknown dangers." Feng recalled the previous attempt to get "Crow" from Tasia. "Ide's emotion", he stayed for fifteen years just to observe Tasia and avoid danger.

However, Tasia's "Claude's emotion" came from part of her own skeleton, so it took a long time to observe. If the mysterious thing here existed alone, it wouldn't take so long.

After a pause, Feng continued: "I'll tell you about this later when I have accurate information. Renekton, what do you want from me?"

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound inside the earring, like an explosion and a long hissing sound of air leakage.

After a while, Renekton gasped and said in a sad tone: "My old friend, I have extremely unfortunate news to tell you. My experiment failed again."

"Since you wanted to artificially refine a mysterious thing, when have your alchemy experiments been successful?" Feng complained: "Besides, what does this have to do with me."

Renekton: "You are my closest friend, but you can't feel the same way as me. I'm so disappointed... Sigh, if I can get the blackening technique of the Death Sect of Odoroth, maybe I can get in touch with the mysterious level. ”

"Okay, 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." After Feng finished speaking angrily, he said : "Is this why you came to me?"

"Of course not." After receiving Feng's promise, Renekton immediately beamed and got down to business.

"I just got the latest news. According to monitoring, not long ago, a demon god's true spirit died on the barren side of the abyss world." Renekton: "I know that you hate the demon god and the barren side is still connected. I belong to the Southern Wizarding World, so I will tell you as soon as I get the news.”

After Rector 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 the agreement between me and the Book of Kyle suddenly disappeared."

"What's your agreement with the Book of Kells? Does the death of the demon god's true spirit have something to do with you?" After Renekton finished speaking, he suddenly reacted: "That's right. You are so disgusted with the demon god, so it makes sense that you would do this. ”

Renekton remembered that he once accidentally saw a book on Feng's bookshelf.

The name seems to be "The Plane Conquest of Desolation", and it is a publication produced by a wizard alliance named Shuangyue in the Southern Territory. On the title page of this book, there is Feng's painting Doomsday Disaster, which describes the end of the world after the arrival of the Great Demon God of the Rising Sun.

Feng's hatred for the devil is naked. Renekton guessed that perhaps this was related to some of Feng's early experiences. However, wizards who could reach their level would always have some snow in their lives. When the snow melted, no one could know except themselves.

Feng didn't want to mention the snow in his life, and Renekton also respected the respect between friends and never asked.

Renekton: "Well, since it's your agreement with the Book of Kells, it seems like things should be settled now."

"The demon's shadow should have disappeared." Feng said calmly.

"I don't know what the point of your doing this is." Renekton muttered: "Since you already know, I won't say it anymore. I'm going to continue to try it. Maybe it can be done without the legendary blackening technique. . But I don’t have much money to rent safe mysterious objects. It’s really troublesome... When you come back, remember to lend me the mysterious objects for a few days.”

"good."

Renekton's voice gradually disappeared, and Feng raised his head and looked at the sky quietly, as if he could see the abyss world that was unknown how far away in space and time.

"Painter Feng, how did you climb up there?" After a long time, an old priest came over.

Feng's face turned red and he jumped off the statue in the center of the fountain: "Well, I accidentally got ink on the statue just now. I came up and wiped it."

"Really?" The old priest had doubts in his eyes, but compared to jumping on the statue, what he doubted most about Feng was another thing.

Just two hours ago, the painter named Feng came to the orphanage and said he would paint portraits of the children for free, and this painting would last for more than half a year.

Originally this was a good thing, but the nuns from before told him that Feng was asking them about something.

"I heard the nun tell me before that you were inquiring about the Holy Election?"

…

Time goes back to not long ago, the abyss, the barren face.

The sealed continent under the shadow of the trees.

Gravewood will probably never forget this scene in his life.

The tall figure with long golden hair stood quietly under the tall shining green tree.

The deathly dark sky, the shaking and turning brown earth, and the fire tornado rising from the ground are the background of this picture.

It was deeply engraved in Grave's mind.

After an unknown amount of time, while Grewu was still immersed in whitewashing his inner memory, a voice suddenly came out.

"It's really mixed."

It wasn't the shopkeeper's voice, and it didn't come from Bobota.

This sound is very special. It does not enter the air medium, but is like a spiritual ripple, directly transmitted into its mind. Obviously Grewu does not know what language he is speaking, but he understands the words. mean. But it is completely different from spiritual ripples because it has the texture of sound

Indistinguishable between male and female, they are very cold, like water dripping on a smooth and cold porcelain surface.

Just hearing this voice, Gray Wood felt like he was in a world of ice and snow.

Who is speaking? Grewu turned his head, and finally settled on the blond figure.

There was no one else here, the shop owner seemed to have passed out, and Bobota was lying motionless. The only one who could speak was...him.

As a new admirer, Grewu 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 the first time he spoke!

By the way, what did he just say...Pu Za? What mess?

When Grewu was confused, he saw the blond figure suddenly stretched out his hand, and spots of light slowly poured out from the big tree made of the power of the true spirit.

It's like fireflies flying, and like stars all over the sky falling like water.

Finally, these green light spots gathered in the hands of the blond figure.

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