The milky white light had a certain holy aura, rippling like an undulating sea. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As the tide of light all converged on Chopin's forehead, even the surrounding light seemed to dim a lot at this moment.

Chopin's entire face was obscured by the extremely holy light, and the blinding light made it impossible for the nearby cavalry to look directly at him.

The flame-like light rose through the continuous compression and condensation, and finally turned into a cross light and set on Chopin's forehead.

Bursts of wave-like light spread quickly at this moment, but only in a blink of an eye, and then disappeared cleanly.

And when Chopin's body consciousness regained and he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him returned to normal.

Glancing at the young priest in front of him in some surprise, Chopin refocused on himself.

The originally muscular body seemed to be more condensed at this time, but he tried to swing his fist a few times, but found that neither speed nor strength had changed significantly compared to before.

Well, it seems that it's impossible to become a superman or something.

At this time, the only thing that stood out was that his body seemed to have endless vitality, the previous fatigue was swept away, the whole person seemed to be stimulant, and his brain was running at an unprecedented high speed.

"What's going on?" Feeling the abnormality of his body at this time, Chopin not only did not show the slightest joy, but his face looked extremely heavy.

Although he was a little happy about the state of his body at this time, Chopin, who had experienced the indoctrination of scientific knowledge from another world, did not think that this was a good thing, and the state he was in at this time was probably similar to some special potions used in later generations, and there was no doubt that the damage to his body was inevitable.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry, this is a blessing from God, and it will not cause any damage to your body." As if sensing Chopin's worries, a smile appeared on the young priest's pale face again, and his clear eyes revealed an incomparably resolute and sincere look.

Chopin's brow furrowed slightly, but it didn't take long for him to stretch out again, as if he had accepted the situation he was in.

In this strange world full of all kinds of strange energy, some of the assumptions of his previous life may not apply, but the most important reason is that because of the system, all the inhabitants of Paris and the characters he summoned will not do anything harmful to him.

"It's really comfortable...... "Feeling some kind of magical change in his body at this time, Chopin couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

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War, sometimes far away from the people, sometimes very close.

A bloody battle with the Naga, although a small number of Imperial soldiers were immortalized, but the impact on the inhabitants of Paris was very small.

The inhabitants of the city, whether they are the lowest level of the people, the bright-eyed merchants, or the nobles who seem to be extremely elegant, are constantly striving for a better city.

Paris, a legendary city that has experienced countless wars and cultural clashes, is moving towards unimaginable heights step by step in this unknown world.

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As the last rays of the setting sun slowly close, the endless night rises from the end of the sea.

The inkstone-thick night sky resembles a navy blue curtain, dotted with sparkling stars in the sky.

The full moon like a jade disk kept shuttling in the ethereal and ethereal clouds, and the bright moonlight carried a hazy feeling, covering the earth with a thin veil.

And in this dark and endless sea, Paris, like a lighthouse on the sea, illuminates the darkness of the long night and points the way to those who are lost.

In Chopin's room, a girl dressed in a black and white maid's outfit is carefully folding the velvet quilt on the soft bed.

The warm and fragrant coffee continued to exude rising heat, and in the expectant and reserved look of the little maid on the side, Chopin took a sip gently.

There is a hint of mellow gliding in the faint bitterness, which instantly fills Chopin's taste buds.

The two completely different sensations, bitter and sweet, are constantly intertwined in Chopin's mouth, like an erupting volcano and an iceberg colliding together, and the two completely different sensations rise from time to time, and people can't help but revel in it.

glanced at the maid on the side with appreciative eyes, and the other party's delicate face also instantly showed a sweet smile of relief, and then at Chopin's signal, he withdrew with the exquisite plate.

The whole room was lit up by the bright candlelight, and although the night had receded from the city of Paris now, it was only Chopin's privilege to light so many candles in one room.

The small but delicate statue was even more vivid in the dim candlelight, and when the palm touched it, Chopin felt a hint of cold shade.

This palm-sized statue was one of the trophies of this victory over the Naga.

The statue depicts a strange humanoid monster, but the outline of the face is extremely blurred, and Chopin does not know what it is depicting.

When he first got his hands, Chopin thought that he had found some hidden rare treasure like the protagonist in the previous novel, but after consulting the system, he found that there was no trace of magic fluctuations on the statue in front of him, and at best it could only be regarded as a relatively peculiar work of art.

After grinding his palms for a while, he placed the statue on the solid wood table, and a faint sleepiness began to hit his mind.

Chopin subconsciously raised his gaze, but found that the door to the room was not closed.

I was a little surprised that the maid who had just left had forgotten to close the door, but Chopin didn't think much of it, and walked straight to the door.

Just as Chopin closed the door, a strange girl's voice with a mocking tone sounded in his ears.

"Tsk, Your Majesty, are you still handsome......"

Cold sweat instantly dripped down Chopin's forehead, and at this time, someone appeared in his room unnoticed, naturally there would be no good intentions.

As his body quickly retreated, Chopin hurriedly opened his mouth to shout.

Just before he could make a move, a scarlet dagger was pressed against Chopin's neck.

Hanmang...... At a glance!

ps: Because of some force majeure on the author's body, a change tomorrow morning will be updated together in the evening, and I apologize for the bad reading experience brought to everyone. In addition, continue to ask for recommendations, ask for rewards, ask for support, the author Jun is a salted fish that can't be pounced again, but I really don't want to continue like this, if you like this book, please give a recommendation to support it, thank you Xingchen!