Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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At the same time, facing Reinette's three heads, Trainor took a slow breath, and the sparks on the hand-rolled cigarette receded quickly.

It's like a wounded, no, dead angel, sort of like Medici.Not sure, Trainor thought, take another look.

Fortunately, I often deal with angels, and I am not too afraid of such creatures, and I know when to shut up and when to agree, otherwise, if an ordinary saint bumps into an angel while walking, he might be scared for a while. Big jump.

The Aurora Society is really particular, how can a saint still bring a crippled angel as a contracted creature?This should be the "Angel of Destiny" or "Angel of War" who helped make the contract, right?Is this kid their favored one?Or is it the favored one of the true Creator?
Treynor suddenly had a subtle feeling, as if he was being compared in terms of contracted creatures. As a descendant of an angel who already had a predetermined messenger in Sequence 8, this was indeed a new experience.He thought of his cat, the cat that asked for a pearl every time he delivered a letter, turned Riel over and over again in his mind, and after thinking about all its shortcomings, he had to admit that compared with his cat, now Or this crippled angel with four heads is more handsome.

Maybe Riel's demon form can still win back in terms of handsomeness, but the power has been completely lost.

It is very impolite to stare at an angel, even if the other party is actually staring at him, so Trainor only looked at it for two seconds before turning his head to the side, looking at the wriggling and wailing flesh on the ground.Trainer then noticed that this area also seemed to have less interaction with the outside world. This group of wriggling saints did not restrain their spirituality, and the ravings of the real Creator spread out in disorder along with his spirituality and negative emotions, making it very noisy. The human brain was buzzing, and when Traynor saw this, he also lost a mind link to go to a stable state.

Klein shook his head, and this time he also heard the clear version of the dark sage's ravings.

Having said that, this seems to be a resentful soul?

He felt that the shape of this angel was a bit special, as if it was somewhat similar to Richard, and suddenly had some bad guesses.

The hunter is not very familiar with the creatures of the spirit world, but he is quite familiar with the "prisoner" path, and he is also familiar with the rose school of thought. He is more than [-]% sure that this angel is the "prisoner"...Then the next step Things get a little worse, where is a dead prisoner angel most likely to come from?Undoubtedly, the Rose School, so who are the dead angels in the Rose School?

Klein tilted his head, not wanting to talk to him very much: "Yes."

And his spirituality is also reminding himself that there is no need to do anything.

Klein noticed this little episode, and felt that the atmosphere seemed a little subtle and a little lacking, but there was a strange emotion in the soul link that made him want to sneer. The ravings overwhelmed.

"Richard Ernst's party..."

The body of the dark saint is basically constructed, but there is no skin yet.Without the skin, it would be difficult for Klein to see his expression. Of course, he didn't want to see it. Just hearing the tone, he felt a little annoyed:
"Well, there should have been, but now I was rescued by you. The factory area has been taken over by the church of the evil gods. Our working capital here and the property in the base should all fall into their hands."

The messenger looked at Klein at this moment, shook his head, and said in a low voice:

Then he added: "Save you three thousand pounds once."

Seeing that the messenger finally looked at him, Klein said, "Thank you for your help. I will raise the reward and deliver it."

The dark sage looked at him meaningfully and said:

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the messenger's gaze seemed to drift over again, and Klein's heart skipped a beat.

Relying on his identity and ability, he has some cooperation with the two factions, and he can make money anyway.Reminiscent of the fact that the Rose School of Thought seems to the outside world to be the indulgent faction in power, the Bound God has fallen, and the highlands and river valleys have fallen...Treiner wanted to laugh.But he couldn't smile in front of this four-headed angel, so he started to walk carelessly into the distance.

Do you want to say that Richard's Day is intemperate?Trainer thinks that he is very restrained. Isn't it restrained enough that he didn't kill indiscriminately in the North Continent with his temper?

Klein was slightly taken aback, then shook his head: "No need."

While speaking, the spirit of the squirming piece of flesh under his feet gradually recovered, and gaps gradually appeared in the meridian and flesh, and a hand grew out.Then, the pieces of meat and blood scattered around were also attracted and gathered, and the murder scene gradually returned to normal.But while the environment became normal, the painting style of the dark saint became more and more abnormal. Flesh and flesh gathered together, first a piece of eyes emerged, and then the eyes slowly ruptured and reintegrated into the flesh and blood, and then in that A small hand grew out of the palm of the skin-covered hand.

Renet Tinekerr still didn't respond to this, and seemed to not care about Klein's becoming an Aurora God Envoy, but his eyes kept falling on the hunter who was going further and further away. I don't know what to think.

Trainor turned his head slightly, ignoring the shadow following him, and looked in a certain direction.

"There are deposits in other places, I will go to get them." The skin grew out together with the clothes, and the dark sage heaved a sigh of relief, and made a sign of the cross on his chest.His face was paler than before, but his expression was relaxed, "It will take a while, if you need it urgently, I will go now."

Klein was silent for a moment: "Return to the shelter."

"It really is you, X."

Now he has no one to protect, no stronghold to defend, and with the hidden ability of the secret prayer, it is not difficult to avoid the search of the saints of the church.

The spell he was carrying finally attracted Gao Sequence?Walking on the road, you can see a mutilated Temperance Angel falling from the sky——Treiner is actually not interested in the internal division of the Rose School. The Rose School can't figure it out for themselves. ——Now that the internal rectification of the Rose School of Thought is in full swing, the division between the so-called Indulgence School and the Temperance School is even more blurred, and these titles are still used entirely because of habit.

"I'm a member of the Aurora Society, and I'm under the command of the True Creator. It's not normal to come here. Are you going to do something to me?"

"I'm not as crazy as you think. The Church of the Evil God who just occupied our stronghold must be plundering and counting our sealed items and property. What's more, the one who came to save me is..." He glanced at Reinette out of the corner of his eye. Tinekerr, "...I'm relatively safe until the inventory is finished and they discuss the next move. If you want to move or transfer, you have to use this time."

This mass of flesh and blood was randomly kneaded like plasticine, and the soul of flesh and blood seemed to be recalling the structure of human beings.

Kesma's expression was very serious and pious, just like every morning lesson and prayer.

"Yes, the incident happened suddenly. Fortunately, today is not a working day." The dark saint replied, and made a sign of the cross on his chest again, "If it weren't for their dedication, I might not be able to support you to rescue, thank them, They will be with me."

Treynor shook his head and sighed: "It's not good for you at all, I'm just a businessman, I just want to make money, your fight has nothing to do with me... Then again, although I don't know who you are, But you are all dead, isn't it enough to prove that you are not capable?"

But he also happens to belong to the indulgent school.

"I can feel your hostility. Although I am weak and worthless, I have inherited something anyway."

"What are you doing here...?"

…Oh, it’s not without mosaics. It’s natural for the Mystery Practitioner to control the shadows, but every part of the “body” of the Dark Saint is indescribable. Klein feels that everything in the restricted level in front of him is as if he hadn’t hit it.

The Dark Saint smiled in a low voice:

Bright red eyes opened in front of him, looking up and down with scrutiny and hostility, the surrounding spirituality slowly began to flow.

Klein didn't know why these emotions arose, but he still felt horrified.

"Although I don't mind dying, and protecting me may not necessarily win His favor, but hurting me will definitely arouse my father's dissatisfaction."

Klein turned away slowly. He didn't want to see a similar scene, and always felt that everything in front of him lacked a mosaic.

"I see, thank you for reminding me."

The Dark Saint seems to have given up building the body parts one by one, but intends to start from scratch like drawing a painting.After the eyes found their position, flesh and blood began to gather towards the head, and a dark red figure stood up just like that, with messy blood vessels knotted.Every change is a challenge to human acceptance. Even experienced doctors will be stunned by this scene.

"Thank you again for your help, then I will leave first to get the properties scattered elsewhere, and I can also requisition the properties of the sacrificed companions... Then I will go to the safe house, what are you going to do next?"

The Dark Saint nodded. He looked at the surrounding situation thoughtfully, then carefully walked around Reinette Tinekerr, and quickly followed. Traynor fetching the newspaper.

Klein couldn't help but stop it aloud: "If you run around now, you will be caught again, and it will cost more than three thousand pounds."

Then, he thought of something again and asked, "Where are the others in the stronghold? Are you the only one left?"

"...all gone?"

Even if the "Faceless Man" loses control, it just collapses and melts like a candle, or disintegrates into countless spiritual insects. Compared with the appearance of the Dark Saint at this moment, Klein simply feels that his loss of control and the form of a mythical creature can be called pleasing to the eye.

Three thousand gold pounds is not a small amount. Klein has a good reputation, and every transaction has been successfully completed. Reinette Tinekerr didn't say anything, just nodded, and prepared to lift the blockade and leave when the Dark Saint returned to normal. .

Reinette Tinekerr's head gradually turned back, leaving only one head still paying attention to Trainor's movements.The image of this person seemed to appear in his memory, but it was just an inconspicuous corner, gradually disappearing under the wash of the extreme emotions of his own death.

While wandering around, the two eyeballs that were looking for a position settled down and focused smoothly, and saw Klein with a complicated expression.

"Red..." "Boy..." "Be careful..." "He..."

Reinette Tinekerr's head turned around, glanced at Klein's side face, and then turned back.

……

"...I really didn't expect to be saved, praise the Lord, thank you."

Reinette Tinekerr didn't respond. Klein looked at the Dark Saint in shock and wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a while, he couldn't say anything. The scene in front of him was more shocking than any words.Through the soul link, he clearly felt Kesma's emotions at the moment - "calm, peaceful, peaceful, and envious", and he also knew that his turbulent heart at the moment might also be perceived by the other party, because of the darkness The saint frowned slightly, as if surprised by the beliefs and thoughts of the divinely favored one.

Temperance.

Klein was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't doubt that Miss Messenger would have other thoughts about him, so he also nodded:

"Save me three thousand pounds once?"

The Dark Saint quietly hid in the shadows, and Traynor leisurely lit another cigarette for himself, but he didn't light it, and held it casually in his hand.

"What do you think?"

TBC
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Disassemble the double change.

Physical discomfort.Strange.Gotta take another day off.