In the dimly lit little room, Wright Nosra sat at her desk, writing intently.

With a rustling sound, a series of strange poems appeared in his pen.

Directly above these poems are five clear photographs that seem to correspond to each other.

"White death, hollow despair under the falling bandages."

"What does this verse really mean?" The future described in the poem is so abstract that no matter how much Wright thinks about it, he can't guess who the White Death is talking about.

Five poems, one for Arisha, one for Bud, one for Basho, one for Dazosin, and one for Wright himself.

The angel's automatic notes will be in the form of poems, prophecies for the divination object for the coming month.

The poem will be presented in four sections, each corresponding to a week into the future.

But the scenes described in these poems are only a fragment that will inevitably appear in the future.

It takes amazing wisdom to see the future clearly through a single poem.

But one song won't work, just write a few more.

Why is Wright so laissez-faire with Bard and not afraid of them being half-hearted?

For long before they appeared, the prophetic poems had already seen the direction of the Nothra family in the coming month.

And this time, what Wright wants to know is the safety of Nyon's life.

Angel's automatic notes can't divinate for the capable person himself, and Wright can only confirm whether something will happen to her daughter through the people around her.

Whenever there is a word in the poem that is related to death, Wright will forcibly stop Nyon's travel plans, no matter how much she makes trouble.

However, the overall trend of the outcome of this prophecy is thrilling.

And in Wright's own prophetic poem, it is predicted that Nyon's trip will bring the Nosra family to another level.

The only thing that worries Wright is this white Grim Reaper, who brings despair.

Despair is not a good word, if he can know who the White Death is referring to, he can arrange for his subordinates to prepare the means to deal with it.

Unfortunately, Wright didn't have any clues other than the words white, bandage, and hollow.

"I can only let Dazzorin and them be careful."

The prophetic poems of the angels are not available without restrictions, a secret that only Wright and Nion know.

"It's really distressing, do you want to recruit more bodyguards?"

You must know that the Nosra family spends hundreds of millions of nuns every month on bodyguards alone, and billions a year.

The richest man in the Republic of Batochia, all his assets on the surface are only about 50 billion.

Spending billions of dollars every year to hire bodyguards, even the richest man will have to hurt the flesh, and in the end, the idea just flashed through Wright's mind.

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After Bard asked for a large-caliber pistol, it wasn't long before someone sent someone over an oversized revolver.

Just how big is the caliber of this gun, let's just say, its bullet is thicker than Bard's thumb.

Such an exaggerated revolver, one shot hits a person, and it can directly stop the person and beat him into several pieces.

This gun has a name that fits it well - the hand cannon.

Bard played with it for a while, trying to find a place to test its power.

With such a large bullet, the recoil must be amazingly large, and it can't be used in actual combat without practice.

The Nosla family's yard wasn't a good place to test their guns, and after explaining the situation to Dazzor, Bard took a leave of absence and went to a nearby shooting range to practice shooting for a while.

Bud had never used a gun, and he had never touched a firearm in his previous life, even during military training.

But since he became a person with the ability to think, not to mention other benefits, as long as he condenses the mental qi to his eyes a little, even if he has not yet practiced condensing gong, his dynamic vision will be greatly enhanced.

As for recoil, Bard is a macho man in the strengthening system, with only a cannon in his hand, and he gets used to it after a few exercises.

The next thing he has to do is to add an hour of shooting training every day to his daily training.

It's a bit of a hassle, and it can disrupt his training rhythm.

But the mission is coming soon, and the most important thing now is to improve your combat capabilities as soon as possible.

"It stands to reason that I should be nervous right now, but strangely, I can't be nervous at all."

Those who fight and kill, and may also encounter attacks by killers, and may even encounter life-threatening situations.

But I don't know why, Bud just can't get nervous.

Is it because of Nyon's prophetic powers? Bard thought about it and felt like no.

It should be because of the thought of death.

Several times he was beaten into meat sauce, and he was saved by Death Nian in the blink of an eye, and several times he didn't even have time to feel pain.

With more times, Bard is much less sensitive to danger.

Even, recently, he always had the urge to die inexplicably.

Bard is not a psychiatrist, nor has he studied psychology, so he doesn't know if his current psychological changes are normal.

If it is not normal, then can it be assumed that the death thought left by Badr will have a subtle effect on his psyche?

But what if this change is normal?

After all, everyone will be afraid when they die the first time, and they will get used to it a little by the second time.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, it's strange that the number of times is not numb.

"Anyway, I'm also an entry-level telepathetic person."

Coupled with the ability of death thoughts, as long as he doesn't encounter a crushing-level opponent, even if his teammates die, he will be fine.

"So when I'm in danger, I just have to run faster than my teammates."

Eventually, Bard decided to add another two hours of long-distance running to his daily training schedule.

"Perfect, I'm a little genius."