"In the name of my old man, give you eternity" The old voice sounded from the sky again, the flame of the oil lamp in Allen's hand suddenly triumphed, the entire oil lamp turned into a huge blue flame, countless star chips burst out, like an endless starry sky, suspended in front of Allen, gorgeous and abnormal, Allen stretched out a finger stupidly, wanting to touch this flame, but the fingertip just touched the edge of the flame, and the blue flame snorted and wrapped Allen tightly in it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahh His whole body was burned by the flames, and his heart ached, but he didn't notice that the blue flames that wrapped around him were a little more abundant, and the stardust became dazzling at this moment.

This pain seems to have no end, no end. Eren even felt that the pain he had endured all his life had befallen him at this moment, and Eren struggled to escape from the blue flame, but in vain.

I don't know how long it took, Eren stopped struggling, his closed teeth relaxed gently, and the whole person was quietly in the blue flames, silently floating in the air, the next moment, the blue flames and star shavings were all sucked into Allen's body, and the next moment, a golden six-pointed star appeared in the center of Allen's forehead. Allen's eyes slowly opened, and a pair of eyes seemed to contain countless stars, endless majesty!

Eren raised his hand slightly, and found that the light feather was in the palm of his hand. Alan looked at the light feather in front of him thoughtfully, and then lightly touched the six-pointed star on his forehead, and a light blue light cluster slowly floated out from his forehead, slowly wrapping the light feather, and countless star chips quietly rotated around the light feather, and finally condensed and turned into a blue stone with a large square palm. Alan brought this stone to his eyes and looked at it carefully, this stone has an ice-like texture, transparent and abnormal, countless tiny golden stars slowly rotate in it, in the small stone, it seems to contain a sea of stars, in the center of the sea, is the light feather that exudes milky white smoothness, just a finger of power, it is easy to seal this light feather!

"My time is short, and you will inherit my faith and my glory. The voice in the sky rang out again, only this time it sounded more aging than the previous ones.

"Who are you?" asked Alan calmly.

"I am me, I am you, I am all things, I am the only ・・・・・・" The voice in the sky gradually drifted away until it disappeared. Suddenly, Alan felt a tingling pain between his eyebrows, and suddenly woke up, realizing that he was still sitting on a chair in the square, and there was still a crowd of people around him, except for the shadow of the old mage Carbensis.

"A dream?" Alan smiled helplessly, and was about to get up, when suddenly his fingers touched a cold thing, Alan looked down and saw that it was the blue stone sealed with light feathers in the dream!

"It's not a dream, but..." Alan looked at the square stone in his hand in a daze, unlike in the dream, the star chips in it did not rotate, but hovered quietly in it, the whole square stone exuded a faint blue brilliance, looking exquisite and abnormal.

"If it's not a dream, then I'm not favored by God! I have to try!" Alan put away the stone, clenched his fists, shouted, and swung forward, expecting the blue flames and stardust of his memory to appear, but nothing appeared. With the mentality of trying it out, Alan swung several punches in a row, but nothing happened. The people around saw Allen's inexplicable air, and they all cast their eyes on caring fools.

"It seems to be a dream, so this thing... Could it really be that the old mage made it? No matter, it's not too early, show this to Chriss, she'll like it so much!" Alan didn't care if it was a dream just now, and happily went straight to his and Christine's small building.

On the way, for some reason, Alan kept thinking about the portrait he saw, although it was only a short glance, but Alan always felt that the person in the painting was still a little different from himself. "Well, just ask Christine in a moment. Alan pushed the door open and ran downstairs excitedly, only to find that Christine hadn't come back yet.

"It seems that there is some urgency, there will be no danger," Alan thought worriedly, and then dismissed the thought with self-deprecation, who would not think of calculating a high-level guardian?

Unable to contain his curiosity, Alan went into the bedroom, placed the blue stone in the most conspicuous place, and then eagerly found the portrait hidden under the bed, and then pretended to be quite knowledgeable and looked at it carefully.

The characters in the painting are very expressive, even the subtle lines on the face are depicted, the people in the painting are lifelike, the shield emblem on the chest is particularly conspicuous, and the armor is also extremely gorgeous, the more Alan looks, the more he feels that the person in the painting is not himself. Alan glanced at the portrait of Christine hanging on the wall, and saw that the two portraits were very similar in color and brushwork, and even the frame was identical. Alan flipped the frame over, only to see a very beautiful line of flowers on the back, Alan recognized, this is Christine's handwriting, through the magic flame in the room, Alan read this line word by word: "In the 113th year of the Holy Calendar, to my favorite Raphael, congratulations on being promoted to the captain of the Aegis Legion of the Lord God," the name of Christine was impressive.

Seeing this line of words, Allen's heart suddenly became cold. He mechanically walked to the wall, took off Christine's portrait, flipped it over, and there was also a line of strong and powerful flower fonts, Alan read tremblingly: "My beloved Christine, congratulations to the deputy commander of the Aegis Legion of the Lord of the Gods" The name of the person who signed the letter was Raphael.

At this moment, Alan has understood everything, the person in the painting is not himself at all, but a person named Raphael, and the reason why Christine is so good to herself is that she sees herself as a substitute for this Raphael. For a while, confusion, confusion, despair, and helplessness filled Alan's mind, and Alan didn't even know how he should face Christine next, compared to the previous dream, Alan would rather believe that everything now is just a dream, an unacceptable nightmare.

At this moment, Christine, dressed in a full costume, pushed the door with a smile on her face, and Christine, at this time, her blonde hair was not messed up, and her bangs were also re-trimmed, covering half of her forehead obliquely, and naturally hanging down on her left chest. For this last night, Christine also went to the best tailor shop in town, found Diana, the handmaker of God, and tailored this gorgeous evening dress for her. Diana is worthy of the reputation of being called the Hand of God, and the sophistication of this evening dress even exceeds the finished products sold in the big stores of the City of Oracles, the style is the most popular lilac off-the-shoulder dress, the chest is a thin translucent light veil, the lace cut-out collar lightly wraps around Christine's white neck, the seductive collarbone is undoubtedly displayed, the perfect chest is perfectly set off by the well-cut gown, and the slender waist is also fully displayed under the precision of the Hand of God, the fabric is from dark to light gradient color, and the mysterious dark lines embroidered with gold and silver threads are slightly reflective。 On the left waist is a pink flower dotted with diamonds, like morning dew dotted on blooming flowers, glittering in the flames of magic. The hem is an elegant arc from low to high, the folds of the waves perfectly make the whole skirt slightly fluffy, and the three-layer waves also make the hem very three-dimensional, the whole evening dress is elegant and dignified but also sexy, if you look at it from the left, a pair of girl-like jade and white and slender legs are undoubtedly displayed, a pair of slender feet pedal with a pair of simple white high heels, wiped spotlessly. Christine at this moment is like a goddess descending, noble and elegant.