Volume I: The Golden Pocket Watch Chapter One Hundred and Six: A Gathering Among the Angels of Land
"Strange things?"
Vinason's expression changed slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.
"It could be what happened in the last few days, of course I can't be sure, I can only speak in general terms."
Professor Wright casually mentioned it, and then continued: "Venason, I have done some research on the blasphemy of the past and future pathways, well, based on this, I have found that your future has something hidden and a very important destiny. ”
What? Hiding something? You actually spied out?
As a "spiritual master" whose soul does not belong to this era, and the great power of the legendary city of Lalaye is lodged in his body, Venason looked at Professor Wright opposite with a strange expression and said:
"Teacher, did you find anything specifically?"
Professor Wright thought for a moment and said:
"For some reason, my personality has not fully recovered and I can't snoop too much, you have been more careful in the last two months, maybe you have accidentally touched it, but I still need to remind you that staying away is the most effective way to avoid danger."
"Stay away?"
Because it was Professor Wright's personal suggestion, Venason did not resist the other party's question, and subconsciously began to recall:
Every time the tide is shining, I have to hold a secret meeting of the Kentushe, and it is still on the old royal court in the city of Lalaye, and if I really want to avoid it, it will be held at least three times a month.
Also, the Diving Abyss Gorot, a servant with no lower limit, is one of the hidden things to be serious, after all, the last lord of the old royal court he followed was a suspicious god......
Well, there is also Jason's old father's diary, which is also a notebook left behind by a time-traveler, and records many unknown hidden events, which is equivalent to a complete guide to another world, and to some extent, it should also be classified as a hidden thing......
Venason thought about it for a few minutes, and couldn't help but be shocked by himself.
Although he is currently only a priest of the initial rank, the secrets hidden in his body are absolutely explosive, and any one thrown out can even attract the sideways attention of a land angel-level powerhouse, or even greed.
In the past, I always watched how the protagonist in the Internet traveled through YY novels, and there were countless secrets all over his body, but now I seem to have embarked on this road.
"I understand, thank you for the reminder, I'll pay more attention."
Professor Wright bowed his head lightly and said with a smile:
"Don't worry too much, I'll take care of this."
"Today's class is over, it's too much longer than the original time, go back and digest the main points, and the first goal for the next week will be to focus on the points hunting competition."
"Uh-huh."
Venason nodded, then stood up, took off his hat, and prepared to leave......
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Ghent Kingdom, Huttonmar, Council of the Four Gods!
Cardinal of the Iron Sun Church, Archbishop of the Diocese of Huttonmar, Ravel, the "Right Hand of God", stepped down from the sky and walked in through the leftmost printed window.
He was clad in a fiery red robe embroidered with the symbol of the sun, his skin was bronzed, his body was muscular, and his whole body seemed to contain explosive power.
The land angel looked to the other side and said to the figure who had been waiting there for a long time:
"I saw the report just now, but I didn't expect it to turn into a god in the end."
He spoke to the Archbishop of the Church of Honavich, dressed in black and red robes, wearing a clergyman's floppy hat and holding a dark red cross. Ruskin.
Hearing Ravel's words, Raskin's frowning brows were smeared with another layer of solemnity, he shook his head slightly, and responded quietly:
"I, like you, have just seen the report, and in fact I am full of doubts about the matter, and I have seen nothing in the divination except a cloud of fog."
Ruskin is not only the archbishop of the Hornavich Church, but also the chief advisor of the Continental Fortune Tellers Club of Federas, a full professor of divination at Ghent University, and a royal soothsayer.
Ravel was about to say something more, when he suddenly saw a figure fly in from the printed window on the right, and slowly descend to the ground along the huge and majestic stone pillar.
The figure was dressed in a starry off-the-shoulder dress, draped in a pure white gilded bishop's robe, and wore seven sparkling gems on his chest.
With delicate skin, delicate cheeks, deep eyes, and fluffy purple hair hanging lazily down her waist, she is like one of the four pillars of the Holy See of Light, the head of the Diocese of Huttonmar, the person of the Angel of Land, Carmen Stevenson.
"Carmen? Do you still have a face? Look at the good things the Holy See has done! Ravel, the "right hand of God," was the first to speak when he saw the beautiful young woman, his eyes immediately set fire.
"Hey, Ravel, I warn you not to speak too badly?" Carmen stopped in front of the stone pillar and replied with a serious expression, without the slightest elegance just now.
"Am I speaking badly? Haven't you read the report yet? Or do you have no face to read the report? ”
"Don't quarrel with the two of you, our meeting of representatives of the Church of the Four Gods this time is to solve the problem." Ruskin's eyes hesitantly looked at the two humane who looked like mortal enemies.
At this time, Carmen Stevenson set her eyes on John Ruskin, "Ruskin's face, I won't quarrel with you today, but don't think I'm afraid of you thieves." ”
"Oh, the thief screams to catch the thief, right? Do you want to get your hands dirty? ”
"Come on, who's afraid of whom!"
Two powerful coercies erupted in the hall at once, and similar scenes had happened many times before, the clergy of the Iron Sun and the Holy See of Light had met almost ten times, and five of them were in action, and this situation had lasted for thousands of years.
Ruskin glanced at the two of them separately, and sighed helplessly:
"Behrens, I'd better tell you."
As soon as he finished speaking, an old man wearing a blue robe and a cowhide belt quickly sketched out in the shadows next to him, with a thin and thin figure and some brown bumps on his cheeks.
Seeing Behrens appear, Ravel and Carmen were stunned for a moment, because eighty percent of the reports they got today were all seen by Behrens.
"Both, now is not the time for infighting, Bishop Raskin and I have notified His Majesty Saint Raymond and His Majesty Saint Semir respectively, and now invite everyone to come, mainly to discuss what may happen in the future, and to make a prepared prediction."
What? Even the crowns of Saint Raymond and Saint Semir, such legendary existences have already been alarmed?
Ravel and Carmen's expressions became serious at the same time, allowing the two ancient legends walking on the ground to exist, maybe things are more than just gods!
At the same time, some of their thoughts are also difficult to contain, because under normal circumstances, the four major churches have a certain tacit understanding in this regard, that is, the land angel and the above person and the "0" level seal, can not appear casually, usually as the internal faith of the church.