Why do you want to call me

The soldier was startled by the empty eyes, and a chill crept up his back, as if he was facing a puppet.

He crawled out from the pile of dead people on the battlefield, and he was frightened one day.

The soldier stared closely at the man in front of him. This man was really strange, and he couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

"No, it's fine if it's inconvenient to tell, so what's the matter?"

Facing the soldier's question, the corners of the man's mouth curled up stiffly, but his eyes were still empty, without the slightest expression, as if he had a fake smile on his face.

"We're going to have a cargo ship coming through tonight, hopefully that will make it easier."

His mouth moved, and the words that came out seemed to be a word followed by a comma, and then another word.

And there is no connection between them, and it takes a long time for others to understand.

The soldier felt that things were getting weirder, but seeing the commander's token, in order not to let him wear small shoes for himself, he hurriedly agreed.

"I know, I know, when the time comes, you let the cargo ship flash its lights three times, and I will let you go."

The middle-aged man stared at his face for a long time, then nodded.

The soldier couldn't stand this extremely weird man any longer, and felt a little irritable, wanting to punch that stiff and pale face.

But since he is the officer, he is not easy to do it, so he suppresses the dryness in his heart.

Finally, the man left.

The soldier looked at the figure in the distance, and his walking movements were a little stiff.

Suddenly, he realized that this man was actually very similar to a dead man, after all, only the eyes of a dead man had that lifeless look.

But then he put this outrageous idea behind him. The reason why dead people are called dead is because they can't move.

If it can move, can it still be called a dead person?

The soldier smacked.

Tomorrow, I will resolutely stop working the night shift. I must go to the city to relax and soothe my frightened soul.

……

The sewers of the imperial capital belong to the world of darkness.

The drainage pipes are like blood vessels under the skin, they are intricate, they carry the discharge of sewage and rainwater, so they have an indescribable smell.

In a corner, a group of people sat cross-legged around a priest in black robe.

Probably because the chest didn't rise and fall, so he didn't care about the smell.

"Clap, clap, clap."

The sound of footsteps was very clear in the claustrophobic narrow pipe, and with the sound of splashing water, it reached the ears of the black-robed priest.

The closed eyes of the black-robed priest suddenly opened, and a gleam of light flashed through them.

Just as the momentum was about to burst out, it was suppressed.

The content of the mysterious factor in his body has broken through the threshold of 0.9 and reached 1.

That is to say, the realm where the mysterious factor is integrated with itself, and if you go up, you can be promoted to the morning star.

The black-robed priest stood up, along with other figures.

Soon, a figure came in, it was the man with a blank face and a thin figure.

His movements are a bit stiff, but it doesn't interfere with daily activities.

The black-robed priest asked: "My lord's believers, may I ask how things are going?"

The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, bowed his head and replied, "The lord of the dusk is here, the matter has been settled, and we can enter the city tonight."

Hearing this, the priest's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

There was a trace of longing in his eyes, and he couldn't help laughing.

The corners of the mouths of the surrounding figures also curled up, showing a smile, but their eyes were dull, like puppets.

The scene once fell into a strange situation.

At this moment, the black-robed priest has sunk into his own fantasy, unable to extricate himself.

In the fantasy, the great gods will lead the devout believers and drag the whole world into dusk and into peace.

He does not pursue any supreme rights, nor does he want to own a lot of wealth.

He just wants to be able to let his soul find a home.

For this long-cherished wish, he can do anything at all.

No matter who is in front of him, he will completely destroy them.

A look of determination flashed in the eyes of the black-robed priest. At this moment, he seemed like a saint, recovering a sliver of reason.

However, if one wants to have an audience with the great Lord of the Twilight, one must find the Holy Son.

So Son, where are you?

Chapter 51 Eve: Don't come here!

"Eve, Eve."

In the lounge room, a young girl maintains a sitting posture, her pretty face is slightly tired, her face is peaceful, her thick eyelashes are slightly curled up, her breathing is calm and slow, obviously she has entered a dream.

On the side, Heloise looked worried, she gently pushed the girl's shoulder, and called out her name a few times.

The sleeping girl seemed to hear someone calling her.

She moved her eyelashes slightly, but then there was no movement again.

Heloise looked at Eve, who couldn't wake up, and sighed slightly.

This child obviously only went out for a while, why did he fall asleep just sitting?

She wanted to hug the sleeping girl to the bed, but at the moment of contact, Eve slowly opened her eyes.

The emerald-like eyes were hazy, with a vague mist.The small mouth is slightly opened, and it seems that a gleam of crystal light can be seen.

She stared blankly at Heloise.

Then his head became alert, and the confusion that had just woken up instantly dissipated.

Eve stood up abruptly from the chair, frowning her crescent-like eyebrows, with a distressed look on her face.

Heloise stared blankly at the girl's movements, and then gently comforted Eve.

"Eve, are you too tired? Do you want to rest on the bed?"

The girl blinked her eyes, she was completely awake.

Hearing grandma's words, he shook his head.

She was a little tired, but not that tired.

After undergoing physical strengthening, this level of training is not enough to make her so tired that she can fall asleep directly.

She, the real reason for sleeping...

fell asleep in prayer! !

Eve: o(≧mouth≦)o

Why do I fall asleep every time I pray to the Supreme Lord of the Twilight!

And it was three days in a row.

Eve looked up and stared at the square light on the ceiling, her eyes were gloomy, without the slightest expression.

Will the Lord of Twilight think that my faith is not firm.

Seeing believers like me, He will definitely send divine punishment directly.

Eve didn't know why she would gradually fall asleep every time she prayed, which made her doubt herself a little.

Ah, I don't know if the supreme lord of the evening has found her, a believer with a weak faith.

Eve felt a little scared at the thought of this, her bills hadn't been paid off yet.

Supreme Lord of the Twilight, please forgive the mistakes of believers, I will definitely, definitely pray earnestly in the future!

The girl quickly prayed in her heart, hoping to calm down the non-existent anger.

Heloise panicked seeing Eve, who was behaving strangely, and she didn't know what happened for a while.

Asking Eve, Eve didn't answer much, but just had a numb face, exuding a decadent smell all over her body.

Is this too much training?

Heloise could only guess secretly that it never occurred to her that Eve fell asleep while saying her prayers.

Sophia was dressed as a lady with a silk scarf on her shoulders.

She hooked her messy hair behind her ears with her pale fingers, and was a little surprised at the scene in front of her.

Weren't we all still a harmonious family just now?

Why does it feel like little Eve wants to cry now.

Sophia said that she didn't understand, but she knew how to calm down little Eve's emotions.

Thinking of this, the lady walked towards the girl with a swaying and graceful figure, then gently embraced her in her arms, and stroked Eve's small head with her pure white hands.

Eve:! ! !

……

In the middle of the night, the river in the imperial capital was calm.

There are only a few ships on the water, but most of them stop at the shore to rest and prepare for tomorrow's transportation.

The river is spacious and the moonlight is quiet.

But there was a gurgling sound, which stirred the moonlight on the water into dots.

A smaller freighter came slowly, and then stopped outside the iron fence of the city gate.

The sleepy soldiers on the wall noticed the movement and leaned out.

A light on the freighter flashed three times in succession.

Seeing this, the soldier was silent for a long time, thinking of his troublesome chief, so he ordered people to open the iron fence quickly.

I do not know how old the iron fence was rusted, and it moved slowly upwards with a tooth-piercing creaking sound.

After a while, the freighter restarted and set off towards the world inside the city wall.

The soldier propped his hands on the solid city wall, looking down at the freighter slowly disappearing from his sight.

Thinking of the dead man, he rubbed his eyebrows in distress.

His intuition from the battlefield told him that the man had a lot of problems, but he didn't want to offend his superior.

Turning around, in the distance is the brightly lit wealthy district.

There was a trace of longing in the soldier's cloudy eyes. He knew that it was an unattainable existence, but who wouldn't envy it.

The poor envy the stable life of the common people, but the common people envy the colorful nights of the rich.

The rich are willing to give up most of their wealth, and also want to step into the noble class, just to live with more dignity.

Everyone has something to envy, even the nobles who are envied by the rich are peeking at the seat on the throne.

The soldier sighed faintly, looking at the shadow of the freighter disappearing into the night, groaning without saying a word.

The underground dark world is the most rigorously investigated place in the imperial capital, and every exit of the sewer is guarded by mysterious experts.

But they often ignore the surface world.

Even if there are people from the mysterious side sitting here, what's the use of it.

The strength is not high, and others can buy it with a little money.

So what if you know that the man has a problem, no one will continue to report it.

Almost everyone lost themselves in the bustling world of the imperial capital.

From ministers to junior officials, without exception.