Chapter: 133
Mrs. Della used her left hand to hide her laughter again and again today, well, I see, she is showing off the pure aquamarine on her left hand...
Her husband, Duke Negan, was discussing the situation with several conservative nobles not far away. From the beginning of the banquet to now, he only actively looked for his Lady Della with his eyes once...
They hardly ever make real eye contact...maybe, well, they're not as attached as they appear...
Mrs. Parniss was teased seven times by Baron Larry, which is normal and not surprising, but why did she look at her husband with guilty eyes... Well, they separated... No, they can go wherever they go leading to the garden...
...
In this extravagant banquet, Audrey saw many details that she would never have noticed before.
For a split second, she almost truly believed she was watching a play.
"Everyone is a good drama actor..." She sighed silently, her eyes were cold.
At this moment, she suddenly felt something, turned her head suddenly, looked at the spacious balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked at the dark corner of the spacious balcony.
In that shadow, a big golden retriever dog sat quietly, looking into it peacefully, looking at Audrey, half of his body was hidden in the darkness.
Susie... The corner of Audrey's mouth twitched, her expression instantly collapsed, and she could no longer maintain the state of "spectator".
On the stormy sea, an ancient three-masted sailing ship was heaving with the waves.
Its speed is not fast, and its volume is not big enough. In this disaster scene where the sky and the sea are integrated, it is like leaving the dead leaves of the trees. However, no matter how rampant the hurricane is and how terrifying the waves are, it sails safely without any tilt .
Alger Wilson stood on the empty deck, looking at the surrounding mountains and huge waves, wondering what he was thinking.
"It's going to be Monday again..." He whispered silently.
It was a day belonging to the Mother Earth, the beginning of a new round of prosperity and decay.
But to Alger, that has another meaning, it belongs to a mysterious existence that is always shrouded in gray mist.
At least I haven't become a lunatic yet... He looked back and laughed at himself.
At this time, one of his few crew members approached and asked respectfully, "My lord bishop, what is the goal of our voyage this time?"
Alger looked around, and replied with no ups and downs in his tone: "Pursue a 'listener' of the Aurora Order."
...
The storm dissipated, the fog filled the air, and there was a cannon position but it was still not in line with the trend of the times on a strange sailboat.
An eight or nine-year-old boy with soft yellow hair watched with horror at the undisciplined pirates around him, watching them enjoy a vat of beer, watching them swing around on ropes, watching them taunt each other, and even waved their hands. Fist to fight.
He turned his head to look at the black-robed man standing in the shadows, and said in a low voice, "Father, where are we going?"
Five days ago, he met his father for the first time since he could remember, the father who claimed to be an adventurer.
If it weren't for the oil painting left by his mother to prove the other party's identity, and if the orphanage was not opening the door for him, he would definitely not want to leave his hometown and follow this close relative who is almost a stranger.
The man standing in the shadow lowered his head, looked at his son, and replied kindly: "Jack, I will take you to a sacred place, the 'sanctuary' where the Creator once lived."
"Is that the kingdom of God? We mortals can only enter if we get a gift..." Little Jack was taught well by his mother and possessed enough common sense. At this time, he was both surprised and terrified.
The man standing in the shadows had a face so deep that it was hard to forget, it was like a stone carving done by the best master.
He put his hand to his ear, assumed a listening posture, and replied in a sleepy tone: "Jack, 'mortal' is a wrong concept. The Creator created this world. He is everywhere. He exists in every place. Therefore, all things have divinity, and when the divinity is rich enough to a certain extent, they can become angels, and the seven false gods are just more powerful angels." JrNovels.com
Her husband, Duke Negan, was discussing the situation with several conservative nobles not far away. From the beginning of the banquet to now, he only actively looked for his Lady Della with his eyes once...
They hardly ever make real eye contact...maybe, well, they're not as attached as they appear...
Mrs. Parniss was teased seven times by Baron Larry, which is normal and not surprising, but why did she look at her husband with guilty eyes... Well, they separated... No, they can go wherever they go leading to the garden...
...
In this extravagant banquet, Audrey saw many details that she would never have noticed before.
For a split second, she almost truly believed she was watching a play.
"Everyone is a good drama actor..." She sighed silently, her eyes were cold.
At this moment, she suddenly felt something, turned her head suddenly, looked at the spacious balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked at the dark corner of the spacious balcony.
In that shadow, a big golden retriever dog sat quietly, looking into it peacefully, looking at Audrey, half of his body was hidden in the darkness.
Susie... The corner of Audrey's mouth twitched, her expression instantly collapsed, and she could no longer maintain the state of "spectator".
On the stormy sea, an ancient three-masted sailing ship was heaving with the waves.
Its speed is not fast, and its volume is not big enough. In this disaster scene where the sky and the sea are integrated, it is like leaving the dead leaves of the trees. However, no matter how rampant the hurricane is and how terrifying the waves are, it sails safely without any tilt .
Alger Wilson stood on the empty deck, looking at the surrounding mountains and huge waves, wondering what he was thinking.
"It's going to be Monday again..." He whispered silently.
It was a day belonging to the Mother Earth, the beginning of a new round of prosperity and decay.
But to Alger, that has another meaning, it belongs to a mysterious existence that is always shrouded in gray mist.
At least I haven't become a lunatic yet... He looked back and laughed at himself.
At this time, one of his few crew members approached and asked respectfully, "My lord bishop, what is the goal of our voyage this time?"
Alger looked around, and replied with no ups and downs in his tone: "Pursue a 'listener' of the Aurora Order."
...
The storm dissipated, the fog filled the air, and there was a cannon position but it was still not in line with the trend of the times on a strange sailboat.
An eight or nine-year-old boy with soft yellow hair watched with horror at the undisciplined pirates around him, watching them enjoy a vat of beer, watching them swing around on ropes, watching them taunt each other, and even waved their hands. Fist to fight.
He turned his head to look at the black-robed man standing in the shadows, and said in a low voice, "Father, where are we going?"
Five days ago, he met his father for the first time since he could remember, the father who claimed to be an adventurer.
If it weren't for the oil painting left by his mother to prove the other party's identity, and if the orphanage was not opening the door for him, he would definitely not want to leave his hometown and follow this close relative who is almost a stranger.
The man standing in the shadow lowered his head, looked at his son, and replied kindly: "Jack, I will take you to a sacred place, the 'sanctuary' where the Creator once lived."
"Is that the kingdom of God? We mortals can only enter if we get a gift..." Little Jack was taught well by his mother and possessed enough common sense. At this time, he was both surprised and terrified.
The man standing in the shadows had a face so deep that it was hard to forget, it was like a stone carving done by the best master.
He put his hand to his ear, assumed a listening posture, and replied in a sleepy tone: "Jack, 'mortal' is a wrong concept. The Creator created this world. He is everywhere. He exists in every place. Therefore, all things have divinity, and when the divinity is rich enough to a certain extent, they can become angels, and the seven false gods are just more powerful angels." JrNovels.com
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