The man stood in front of the mirror and straightened his brown coat.

There was a woman on the couch behind him.

A woman lying lazily on the sofa, her eyes are misty, and her figure is graceful.

She had long green hair, green that was better than the leaves of summer, and her loose hair almost obscured the side of her beautiful face.

The woman asked coldly:

"Where are you going?"

The man replied:

"Work, you don't do anything, if I'm still lying at home every day like you, we'll be ...... soon"

The woman scoffed:

"If you want, I can go out, as long as you want, let me show a side they have never seen before in front of everyone, and it's not that you won't let me leave here. ”

The man smiled, then walked up to the woman, lowered his head and helped her pull her messy hair:

"You're so beautiful. ”

The woman smiled confidently:

"Of course, the mundane can only look up at me. ”

He nodded:

"I understand that you want to go out, but if you leave now, then you will have a flaw, and I will not be able to see your most beautiful moment. ”

The woman snorted:

"If you really cared about me that much, you wouldn't have gone out. ”

The man smiled helplessly.

The woman knows that she is right:

"Since you're going to work, then don't mess up, don't let arrogance and arrogance consume you, now our interests are connected. ”

The man smiled and shook his head:

"Got it, and although you're beautiful, you still can't shine like them, and you don't want me to stand on the opposite side of you, right?

"Don't do anything to mortals, you know, we're at a critical juncture, and if you ruin my plans, I'm not going to continue to help you break free from King Arthur. ”

And even take revenge on her.

Shanna knew what he meant:

"Don't worry, if I promised you at first just for fun, now I can say that I do believe that you will be able to rip the shackles off my neck.

"I'm not a good dragon, but I'm not a fool either. ”

Lamont smiled softly;

"I'm going out, and the hounds are going to smell me. ”

After saying that, the man no longer paid attention to the woman's attitude and turned around and went out directly.

Syllable.

He threw the door at the door.

The sun shone on his face.

It's so warm.

Ever since he got the Eye of Odin, he has always seen the world with a vision beyond mortals, and he has almost forgotten what it was like to feel the world with his five human senses.

So narrow, so powerless, but at the same time so real.

He almost thought he was still mortal.

Yes, all along, he stood tall behind everyone, influencing reality, just to see "interesting" things.

How blind.

He always thought that to his omniscient self, there was no threat in the world, and he could do whatever he wanted.

What arrogance.

He also felt that he was above all living beings, very different from his own stupid predecessors, and thought that he was really after something "great".

How ugly.

In fact, everything he does is based on the worst human behavior, he thinks he is above everything, but he is actually as despicable as a maggot, and if he loses his power, he will become one of the most annoying people in the crowd.

Blind, arrogant, ugly, pathetic, dirty.

He never won over anything.

Nor can strength make him strong.

Lamont stood on the side of the street.

Take a step forward, and it's all darkness ahead.

He will be like a blind man, unable to see anything, danger will arise at any moment, take his fragile life, and he will become mortal again.

He once thought that Arthur and Votigon were puppets on his table, and on his manipulation, he put on an excellent opera for him.

However, the reality is that even if they are dead, he cannot control the fate of these two mortals.

Fate, the word was taught to him by the Eye of Odin.

It tells Lamont that he is the weaver of fate, but when he sees Odin, he understands.

Destiny......

Nothing, nothing can be decided.

Without hesitation, he took a step forward.

He didn't become mortal.

He always was.

Lamont smiled, then walked across the street.

The sun, the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of wheels running over the road, the streets of pedestrians dressed in different costumes, red brick walls, transparent glass windows, brown wooden doors.

He's not deaf or blind.