With his short purple hair, a noticeable scar on his right eye, blue bib pants, and a dark black cap on his head, Yorkham Jones recognized the boy at first sight as he handed out flyers in St. Cotin's Square.

Although Yorkham Jones only had a few encounters with the teenager, he remembered the teenager who had manipulated countless protests, and even labeled him as an important suspect in the March 15 bombing case.

"Hornby Ike, Mr. Reverend, it's a pleasure to meet you here. The boy politely removed his dark black cap and saluted.

Buck listened to the words of the young Hornby, and looked at Yorkham Jones with a look of interest, he thought about various identities, but never thought that Yorkham Jones would be a priest.

"Yorkham Jones, it's also a pleasure to meet you, and you're here for dinner?"

"Hello, Mr. Jones, I am also a resident here. ”

Young Hornby saluted politely again, put on his black cap, and then pointed to the window and asked:

"I'm going to eat, are you going to eat, I'm in for a treat. ”

"No, I ate late in the morning, and I'm not hungry yet. Buck immediately shook his head.

"Just make one like you. Yorkham Jones replied softly.

"Wait a minute. ”

Nodding, Hornby walked towards the meal.

Watching Hornby walk away, Buck immediately whispered to Yorkham Jones:

"Mr. Jones, you haven't eaten any of these spoiled foods, so it's best not to eat them, you're going to get sick easily. ”

"Once in a while, it should be fine. Yorkham Jones replied with a smile.

After listening to this, Buck did not continue to persuade him, respecting the wishes of customers is the truth he pursues, so he can do such a special job in the 'Angel Zone', he just complained in his heart:

"The noble priest of light eats food from the garbage dump, why does this picture look like the play "The Nobles Go to the Country" written by King St. Cotin..."

Yorkham Jones didn't know what Buck was thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't say anything, his eyes were fixed on Hornby, and with the Eye of Light.

Looking at the countless transparent notes in the air and the lines of music passed on Hornby, Yorkham Jones was already sure that the person who controlled the singing and dancing of the paper gull was the purple short-haired boy Hornby in front of him.

He seems to have been fully promoted to musician, and the three sons of fate have no division of stars, moons, days, and saints, and they are promoted again to the realm...

So his purpose in doing this is not to experiment with something...

I really won't guess it, right?,A certain non-3.15 love Johnson bombing case was really made by him in order to promote the 'Praise of Destiny'....

As he pondered, Yorkham Jones recalled the basic information of 'musicians'.

"Profession: Musician

Class Description: One of the troubadour's advanced routes, the precursor class of 'Hymn to Fate', it belongs to the spiritual profession, and it is not the core of the profession that constitutes the strength, but the firm will of the heart.

Source of Faith: Unknown

Class Characteristics:

1) Because you sing the praises of the peculiarity of fate, you can see the fate of others appropriately according to the transcendent gap between you and living beings.

This is not divination, but it is also not a definite fate.

Beyond that, you can't see through the fate of the 'Destined Child', 'Yourself', 'World-Shager', 'Dreamer', and the Soul Profession.

2) Fate is based on the judgment of the mind and then the physical action is generated, as a future 'Destiny Singer', you can appropriately process the 'mind thoughts' of others.

For example, if someone is in love with a girl and the idea of committing a crime appears in his mind, you can shape that idea so that the person actually commits the crime.

3) The Celebrant of Fate is a witness to the world, so you will always see the truth, and no deception or concealment will escape your eyes, so you will not be trapped by any traps or secret realms.

At the same time, history listens to you, and if you become a 'Singer of Destiny', you can summon the Illusory Shadows of history against your enemies, but until then, you can only exchange knowledge with them.

But remember, you see the truth, but you can't shape the future, and when you decide to change the future, you're singing for yourself, and the result is death.

4) You will have an extraordinary and varied voice and extraordinary infectious penetration. (Those who sing the praises of fate need to be moved by human beings and living beings at the beginning, and singing will be the best starting point.) ）

Psychic Beliefs: Unknown, suspected to record fate or accelerate fate.

This is a very interesting belief, if there is really a demigod-level 'Celebrant of Destiny', under his interference, the whole world begins to accelerate, will it fly towards destruction?

But how can a mortal speed up the development of fate, this is a power that is more terrifying than speeding up time, with a cry?

Joke...

...

Reflecting on one of the most well-documented occupations, Yorkham Jones saw Hornby come back with two plates.

Looking at Hornby's smile, Yorkham Jones knew that his voyeurism had been discovered, so he smiled slightly, put away his eyes of light, and looked at the food on the plate.

A few off-white flatbreads smeared with a small circle of tempting chili sauce and brown sugar, barely feeling any of the chaff.

Four or five vegetarian dishes were piled up in the center of the plate, and the aroma of spices had already wafted into Yorkham Jones's mouth and nose after the peppers were dyed red.

Putting down the plate, Hornby ate quietly, unlike the arrogant eating around him, he ate very quietly, only taking a small bite each time, but the food disappeared quickly.

After a few glances, Yorkham Jones also took a small bite, and he sandwiched the minced meat and leaves on the flatbread and shook it one bite at a time.

With each bite, images from the food field flood into his mind, and occasionally his teeth creak and Yorkham Jones suspects that the meat he is eating is the one that maggots have eaten before.

"Jones, I'm hungry too. Qin Jing immediately pouted and said.

"I'll buy you refreshments, there's a coffee shop just on the way here. ”

Yorkham Jones didn't give her the food on her plate, which, as Buck said, was well prepared, but most of it was rotten, and if she didn't eat it regularly, she would get sick.

"Mr. Pastor, I'll put on a show for you. ”

Hornby had eaten all his food, not even a drop of soup left, and he got up slightly and walked towards the wooden platform in the middle.

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