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At the same time, looking at Renette's three heads, Trainor took a slow breath, and the spark on the cigarette in his hand quickly retreated.

It seemed like a wounded, no, dead angel, a bit like Medici. Trainor thought, not sure, take another look.

Fortunately, I usually deal with angels a lot, and I am not too afraid of this kind of creature, and I know when to shut up and when to echo, otherwise if an ordinary saint is walking and suddenly bumps into an angel, he may be startled.

The Aurora Society is really exquisite, and a sage can still bring a crippled angel as a contract creature? This should be the "Angel of Destiny" or the "Angel of War" to help make a contract, right? This kid is their favorite? Or is it a member of the true Creator?

Trainor suddenly had a subtle feeling, as if he had been compared to the contract creature, and as an angelic descendant who already had a predetermined messenger in Sequence 8, it was indeed a new experience. He thought of his cat, of the cat that he wanted a pearl every time he sent a letter, and turned Riel over and over again in his mind, and after thinking about all its shortcomings, he had to admit that compared to his own cat, he was still the crippled angel with four heads who was more handsome.

It may be that Rare's demonic form can still win back a city in terms of handsomeness, but the power has been completely lost.

It was rude to stare at an angel, even if it was actually the other person staring at him, so Trenor only looked at it for two seconds before turning his head to the side to look at the wriggling mass of flesh on the ground that was squirming and wailing slightly. Trainor then noticed that the area seemed to have reduced its interaction with the outside world, and the wriggling sage did not restrain his spirituality, and the murmuring of the true creator spread out in a mess along with his spirituality and negative emotions, making people's brains buzz, and Trainor also lost a mental link to the past stable state when he saw this.

Crane shook his head, and now he heard the Dark Sage's voice clear.

Then again, it seems like a grudge?

He felt that there was something special about this angel's form, as if it was somewhat similar to Richard, and suddenly had some not very good guesses.

The hunter was not very familiar with the spirit creatures, but he was still familiar with the "prisoner" pathway, and even more with the Rose School, and he was more than sixty percent sure that the angel was a "prisoner...... Then the next thing is a little bad, where is a dead prisoner angel most likely to come from? There is no doubt that the Rose School, so which are the dead angels in the Rose School?

Temperance.

The charm that he carried finally attracted the high sequence? Walking on the road, you can see a crippled temperance angel falling from the sky - Trainor is actually quite unimpressed by the internal division of the Rose School, and the fact that the temperance angel claims to belong to the indulgence faction has been able to make most people, and even the Rose School itself, scratch their heads. - Now that the internal rectification of the Rose School is in full swing, the division between the so-called indulgent and temperate schools is even more blurred, and these names are still used purely because of habit.

To say that Richard's day is not temperate? Trenor felt that he was very temperate, and with his temperament, he didn't kill indiscriminately in the Northern Continent enough, wasn't it enough to be temperate?

But he is also a permissive.

With his identity and ability, he has a certain amount of cooperation with both factions, and he has earned both horizontally and vertically anyway. It is reminiscent of the current view of the Rose School as the Indulgence faction in power, the fall of the bound gods, and the fall of the highlands and river valleys...... Trainor just wanted to laugh. But he never smiled in front of the four-headed angel, so he took a step and walked carelessly into the distance.

Crane noticed this small episode, and felt that the atmosphere seemed a little subtle and a little absent, but there was a strange emotion in the psychic link that made him want to sneer, and this emotion was fleeting, overshadowed by the whispers of the Dark Sage.

Renette Tinicol's head gradually turned back, leaving only one head still watching Trainor's movements. He seemed to have the image of this man in his memory, but it was only an inconspicuous corner, faded away by the extreme emotions of his own death.

And His spirituality is reminding himself that there is no need to do anything.

Seeing that the messenger finally looked at him, Crane spoke up, "Thank you for your help, I will collect the reward and deliver it." ”

Three thousand gold pounds is not a small amount, Crane has a good reputation, and every transaction is successfully completed, Renette Tinicol didn't say anything, just nodded, and prepared to wait until the Dark Sage returned to normal before lifting the blockade and leaving.

As he spoke, the spirit of the wriggling flesh under his feet gradually regained its calm, and a gap gradually appeared between the meridians and flesh, and a hand grew. Then, the scattered scraps of flesh and blood around were also attracted to the past, and the murder scene began to gradually return to normal. But as the environment became normal, the Dark Sage's style became more and more abnormal, and the flesh and blood came together, first a patch of eyes emerged, then the eyes slowly cracked and merged back into the flesh, and then a small hand grew in the palm of the hand that was already covering the skin.

The flesh was kneaded haphazardly like plasticine, and the flesh soul seemed to recall the structure of the human being.

Klein slowly looked away, he didn't want to look at a similar picture, he always felt that everything in front of him was missing a mosaic.

Even if the Facelings were out of control, they would only collapse and melt like candles, or disintegrate into countless spirit worms, and compared to the appearance of the Dark Sage, Crane felt that his out-of-control and mythical creature form was pleasing to the eye.

…… Oh, it's not that there is no mosaic, the secret prayer person controls the shadows is a natural code, but every part of the "body" of the Dark Sage is indescribable, and Klein feels that everything in front of him is as if he didn't play.

"It's you, X."

The two eyeballs that were wandering and looking for a place settled down and focused smoothly, and saw Crane with a complicated expression.

“…… I didn't expect to be saved, praise the Lord, thank you. ”

The Dark Sage seems to have given up on building the body parts one by one, intending to start from scratch as if they were drawing. Once the eyes found their place, the flesh began to converge towards the head, and a dark red figure stood up, knotted with a jumble of veins. Every change is a challenge to human receptivity, and even experienced doctors will be stunned by the scene.

Klein tilted his head, not quite trying to deal with him: "Hmm." ”

Then he added: "Save you three thousand pounds at a time." ”

Renette Tinicol turned one of her heads, glanced at Crane's side face, and then turned back.

"Save me three thousand pounds at a time?"

The body of the Dark Sage is basically built, but there is no skin yet. Without skin, it was difficult for Klein to see his expression, and of course he didn't want to look at it, just listening to the tone, he felt a little annoyed:

"Okay, there should have been, but now that I've been rescued by you, the factory area has been taken over by the church of the evil gods, and our liquidity here and the property in the base should fall into their hands."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the messenger's gaze seems to drift again, and Crane chuckles slightly.

“…… All gone? ”

"There are deposits elsewhere, I'll pick them up." Skin grew along with clothes, and the Dark Sage breathed a sigh of relief and lit a cross on his chest. His face was paler than ever, but his expression was relaxed, "It will take a while, if you need it urgently, I'll go now." ”

Klein couldn't help but stop it: "If you run around now, you will be caught again, and it will be more than three thousand pounds by then." ”

The Dark Sage chuckled in a low voice:

"I'm not as crazy as you think, the Cult of the Evil God that just took over our stronghold must be looting and counting our seals and possessions, not to mention ...... who came to save me," he glanced at Renette Tinicol out of the corner of his eye, "...... Until the inventory is done and they discuss the next move, I am relatively safe. If you want to move or transfer, you need to use this time. ”

Klein was slightly stunned, and then shook his head: "No." ”

Then, thinking of something, he asked, "What about the rest of the people in the stronghold?" Are you the only one left? ”

"Yes, it happened suddenly, but fortunately it's not a working day." The Dark Sage replied, once again placing a cross on his chest, "If it weren't for their dedication, I probably wouldn't have been able to sustain you until you came to the rescue, and thanks to them, they will be with me." ”

Ksma's expression was very serious and religious, just like every morning service and prayer.

Renette Tinicol didn't react, and Crane looked at the Dark Sage in shock, almost wanting to say something, but he hesitated for a while and finally didn't say anything, the scene in front of him was more impactful than any words. Through the psychic connection, he clearly felt the emotions of Kersma at the moment—"calm, peaceful, calm, and envious", and he also knew that his turbulent heart at the moment might also be perceived by the other party, because the Dark Sage frowned slightly, as if he was surprised by the beliefs and thoughts of the Divine Servant.

Klein didn't know why these emotions were happening, but he was still creepy.

The Dark Sage looked at him meaningfully and said:

"Thank you again for your help, then I will leave first, and go and take the property scattered elsewhere, or I can requisition the property of my sacrificial companions...... Then I'll go to the safe house, what are you going to do next? ”

He has no one to protect now, no stronghold to guard, and with the concealment ability of the secret prayer people, it is not difficult to avoid the search of the saints of the church.

Renette Tinicol remained unresponsive to this, seemingly unconcerned about Klein becoming an Aurora Emissary, but his eyes kept falling on the hunter who was getting farther and farther away, not knowing what he was thinking.

Klein was silent for a moment: "Shelter." ”

The Dark Sage nodded, and he looked thoughtfully around him, then cautiously bypassed Renette Tinicol and quickly followed Trainor, who had already walked around the corner and was picking up the newspaper from the newsstand.

The messenger looked at Klein at this time, shook his four heads, and whispered:

"Red ......", "Boy ......", "Be careful...... "He ......"

Klein was slightly stunned, but he didn't doubt that Miss Courier would have any other thoughts about him, so he nodded:

"I see, thanks for the reminder."

……

Trainor tilted his head slightly, ignoring the shadow that followed him, and looked in a certain direction.

"I can feel your hostility, and although I am weak and not worth mentioning, I have inherited something."

"Richard Ernst's ......"

"What are you doing here......

Bright red eyes opened in front of him, looking up and down with scrutiny and hostility, and the spirits around him slowly began to flow.

"I'm a member of the Aurora Society, and I'm a true creator, so it's not normal to be here. Are you going to do it to me? ”

Trainor shook his head and sighed: "It's not good for you at all, I'm just a businessman and I just want to make money, and your fight has nothing to do with me...... Then again, while I don't know who you are, isn't that enough proof that you're incompetent? ”

"Although I don't mind dying, and protecting me may not get His kindness, hurting me will definitely cause my father's displeasure."

The Dark Sage hid quietly in the shadows, and Trainor leisurely lit another cigarette for herself, unlit it, and clipped it casually in her hand.

"What do you think?"

TBC

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Disassemble the double watch.

Not feeling well. Weird. You'll have to take time out for another day off.