Xiao Ye's close friend, Osvid Jonas, is the future heir of the Jonas family. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Jonas family is a famous family in the Kingdom of Dundram, especially famous in the Four Kingdoms for Patrick. The great gentleman Patrick's good deeds are a household name, and the suffering people in the poor kiln praise Patrick as the true god, rather than the hypocritical false angel of the church of St. Long.

However, Osvid also seems to have some mysterious energy in his body.

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"Woo, Daddy, don't!" the little girl with powder blue hair groaned bitterly, and a golden skull suddenly appeared behind her. Are the holy angels beginning to walk towards the gates of hell, just as Satan and Cyra did?

It's this dream again!

Osvid's brow furrowed in his sleep.

"Hold the knight's honor, and die, Gilles. "The edge reflects the cold light.

Why? Why is there so much difference in strength, but still have to sacrifice your life?

Osvid looked at the dream that kept repeating itself. It's real and unreal, it's familiar and strange at the same time.

That girl?

Those eyes!

Osvid watched as the light in her eyes faded into nothingness, even horror.

"Well done, Chris, your hero's blood is delicious. Gilles's claws sank into Chris's flesh, and his face grew blue, and there was no greater tragedy for a knight than to leave the pain to the one he loved before he died. His eyes couldn't help but reach out to his well-behaved daughter.

"Whew!" Gilles seemed to return to his cannibalistic nature, eating Chris alive.

"Disgusting. The little girl vomited incessantly, and her trembling little hands crawled forward.

Gilles laughed wildly, "Run." Run fast, or your fate will come to an end here. Don't you want to be the best knight, but you also see that your useless father ends up like this. Yes, run, hahaha, run!"

"Duke Alexander, you've gone too far!"

The light suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of golden sand, and a wave of chaos covered the blue sky, and out of the psychedelic golden-blue vortex came a prominent aristocratic man, and several amber holes appeared behind him. The sound of the wind swept through the empty spiritual realm like a wolf's howl, and the robes of the noble men were blown by the wind, just as he longed for the sea of freedom, and the glow of the sky reflected the jewels of his black crown.

"Gilles, you're too boring, and you've killed the head of the Knights, isn't this quite beneficial to the candidate for the Demon King you recommended?"

The heroic smile gradually swept over a few strokes of ink, and the remnant sun shone on his face and gradually uncovered the hypocritical skin. The dark gray eyes are like two pools of stagnant water, and between them hide a terrifying hell, and ghosts wantonly suck the vitality of the space.

Osvid was desperate to know more, but the dream ended here. After waking up, Ao Shao's clear eyes were even brighter under the light of the morning light, as flawless as blue jade.

"Brother Vader, it's great, you're finally awake. I thought I'd never see you again?" Philomena's cheeks hung with round teardrops, like pearls, and her body fell silently into Osveld's arms like light feathers.

"Mina, I'm so sorry that I'm weak and I've worried you again. ”

Osvid's worried expression was like a pair of invisible hands grabbing Mina's heart, pounding, making the blush on his face visible.

Philomena muttered, "Is Sister Jian Ji really that good?Brother?I don't understand, why are you repeatedly injured for no reason for her?"

Osveld was silent, his solemn countenance as steel.

The strong smell of potion filled the room, the spacious space, the open view, the thin layer of ice condensed in the window lattice, and the cold world covered in silver.

Winter, is it already here?

Osveld's gaze filled the room like an ethereal mist.

"Brother, do you feel cold? I'll help you close the window. ”

"No need!" Osvid roared.

"Yes. Philomena suddenly realized how clumsy she was, and shook her body.

Osvid's gaze gradually became indifferent: "Mina, I have no malice, this snow is related to my purest and most beautiful dream, although this dream is as fragile as ceramics now, but I still keep the promise I once made." ”

The black oppressive sky seemed to have been bitten by a big hole in the blood basin of the demon, which could not be filled, and could not be filled. Osvidmo clasped his hands and trembled.

Philomena opened her tender little mouth slightly: "Brother, do you really still feel cold?"

The doorway squeaked and creaked.

"To be precise, what is really cold to the bone should be the so-called "peace" in front of you!"

The vicissitudes of life and the powerful voice covered the original tranquility.

The gray robe was a little wrinkled, and the eyes of the stars looked directly at Osvid, and the haggard appearance of the comer was like a poet wandering in the streets.

Osvid hung his head listlessly and said, "Teacher Mimir, I have let you down. ”

Mimir's eyes were as bright as still water, and he shook his head and retorted, "Little Jonas, I have never had any hope for you. You don't need to apologize, and if you really want to find out who you have disappointed, I'm afraid it's only our lovely Mina besides old Jonas. ”

Philomena blushed slightly, but did not refute it in the slightest.

Osvid, Jiang Feng, and Philomena were all proud disciples of Mimir, and with the advantage of innate intelligence, they entered the Heavenly Dao Department, the Humanity Department, and the Hell Dao Department of the Kendo Academy respectively. In this era of spider webs and butterflies, white fangs (war beasts and wolves) hunt for weakness, if you want to become an apprentice of God, the dangers on the way are very human beings can bear. Even if you can pass the volcanic purgatory, the ice cellar galaxy, and the abyss of despair, it will not be possible to survive the thunderstorm in the end. On the basis of flesh and blood flying, the three of them moved forward with perseverance, and only then did they influence Mimir, a giant of wisdom with the same prestige as Athena. Originally sleeping at the end of his fate, Mimir shrunk his mountain-sized body by chance and returned to the plane.

The god of wisdom, since Mimir, Prometheus, Athena, (and several gods who have lost their data) have been around for 10,000 years. Mimir's return was a source of comfort for the soul of Prometheus, who was on the verge of complete destruction. However, Zeus could not feel the arrival of this strong man, and the power of the era left by Odin was really mysterious.

Osvid was the most hopeless of Mimir's disciples, but he wanted to become a god the most. When Osveld was a young man, he heard the oracle of the silver lord Sally Kirly: O Osveld, help the poor people. They are loyal, kind, noble, and they don't deserve such a result. Inhumane wars, terrible battles, rivers of bloody death......s? Are you all indifferent?

The Jonas family is a hereditary merchant family. Old Jonas had two sons and a daughter, namely Osvid, Jonathan, and Philomena. Brilliant jewels are the powerful vitality of this family, they are the slaves of money, but at the same time they are the owners of money, and their wealth is enough to rival that of most kingdoms.

"Teacher Mimir, with my current strength, how far am I from the position of God?" Osvid's deep eyes were like a mountain spring that encompassed all things.

Mimir smiled silently, his smile mixed with a bit of mystery.

"Little Jonas, don't be in too much of a hurry. Even if you are in business, you have to build a bridge of relationship with the consumer step by step, isn't it? Mr. Mimir, my son was so rude just now that it is completely out of line with the etiquette of a gentleman. ”

A man in a white top hat was holding Yin Hong's grape wine, the rich aroma of wine wrapped around his body, his delicate and fair face was clearly lined, and he had two shiny and golden gemstone rings on his fingers.

"Father. Shame on you. Osvid held his weak body, tried his best to press down on the bed, and bowed.

Old Jonas grabbed Osveld's neat hair with his hand, and suddenly it became fluffy and messy: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Ao, you've become a lot more well-behaved lately, I'm a little unused to it." ”

Oswid sneered, "Christina said she hates reckless and impudent people. ”

"Christina, oh, is that the little blonde girl from the Elizabethan family? Son, do you like her? I remember, don't you like a gentle lady more? Why would you choose a belligerent knight of the round table?"

Old Jonas sat on the vine chair with great interest, the simple woody fragrance matched his elegant temperament, and he was seen slightly bent over, his hands crossed, and the "Ring of Aphrodite" on his right hand turned orange in the light, and the character "Jessica" in it disappeared from time to time.

(Note: Jessica, wife of Patrick Jonas, biological mother of Osveld, Jonathan, and Philomena)

Oswald frowned, like a mother in a ghetto who was unable to meet the needs of her children: "I saw that the loneliness in her soul, by my foolish brute force, could not redeem her, but only annoyed her." ”

Mimir sat cross-legged, suspended in the air, and whispered, "Little Jonnas, there is progress." It seems that at least I can be heard for a moment. ”

"It's impossible not to be a little more rational when you see that kind of thing. ”

Osvid's resolute gaze, like two golden pillars, stared straight into the black inky clouds, like the fluff on the black swan.

Christina was pierced by tens of thousands of thin wires made of steel, and behind her emerged a golden skull wizard in a dark cloak, holding a sharp scythe in his hand, severing the bond between Christina's soul and body.

I'll save you. Kenhime.

I promised you that I wouldn't let you live in the shadow and gloom of the past all the time, and I would use my blood to awaken your sleeping Heavenly Dao Demon Soul.

This is my Ausvidian ideal.

Osvid's heart was secretly reinvigorated, like a raging flame of fighting spirit.