Those pairs of wings spread out one after another, covering Mistral's "horizon", where light and darkness intertwined, forming mysterious and complex symbols one after another. They are indistinguishable from the golden figure, both divine and corrupt, light and dark.
Angel! Mistral's pupils dilated slightly, and he couldn't help taking a step back, interrupting his previous thoughts.
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Ernes Boyar woke up quickly and dazedly, saw a pair of eyes as clear as jewels and as clear as lake water, and felt a newspaper handed over and stuffed into his palm.
In those emerald green eyes, little by little ripples began to sway, forming circle after circle of vortexes in the depths, as if they wanted to absorb the souls of the witnesses.
Ernes Boyar was instantly immersed in it, unable to move his eyes away.
Then, a soft and erratic female voice sounded next to his ears: "Hold the newspaper and follow Emlyn White...
"Hold the newspaper and follow Emlyn White..."
Layer upon layer of voices echoed in Ernes Boyar's ears, penetrated into his brain, and sneaked into his heart.
Ernes Boyar nodded in a daze in a daze. He only felt that there were some words to follow, but he couldn't hear clearly.
The newsboy holding the newspaper in his cross-body bag quickly turned around, passed through several bicycles nimbly, and blended into the passing crowd.
"He" had a handsome face, his hair drooped in a mess, covering his eyebrows, while walking, he took off the black gauze glove that he had worn on his left hand at some point, folded it and stuffed it into the satchel carrying the newspaper.
The sound of the wind made "his" clothes shrink, revealing a bulge at the arm position.
A few seconds later, Ernes Boyar suddenly jumped back on the spot, as if avoiding something.
not good! I was affected by the nightmare ability! As soon as he stood firmly on his feet, his pupils dilated, and he looked around vigilantly, guarding against the coming attack.
Although Ernes Boyar was puzzled by how easily he was dragged into a dream, he knew that this was not the time to fuss over the details, the next thing was the focus, and he must not be distracted.
Ding!
Several bicycles approached, and the sound of bells reminded the gentleman standing in the middle of the road to avoid it.
Ernes Boyar stared at them with narrowed eyes, and the muscles under his clothes were ready to go.
These few bicycles passed him by, and the pedestrians either hurried away, or slowed down, pointing.
when! when! when!
Twelve bells rang in a row, white steam spewed out from the chimneys at the top of St. Hirland Church, and the hymns of praise were accompanied by the rotation of huge gears and levers, echoing inside and outside.
On the square, everyone stopped in their tracks. At this sacred moment, they either closed their eyes and prayed, or listened quietly. Whether they were believers of the God of Steam and Machinery or not, only the white doves that were being fed fluttered their wings at the same time. Get up and rush into the air.
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when! when! when!
The bell rang, but no one moved, and Earl Mistral in the dining room also stood there with a rather solemn expression, motionless.
His "sight" has recovered, but all he can see are workers wearing gray-blue and light-blue clothes and bicycles of the same style. Apart from these, he found nothing, and Ernes Boyar was not injured at all.
Of course, he guessed from the newspaper in the hands of the blood viscount that there was something wrong with the newsboy just now, but he didn't try to catch up.
Obviously, the ability to use the angelic personality just now does not belong to the low-middle sequence. In other words, the forces behind Emlyn White hide at least one demigod nearby. Mistral believes that once he If you make a move, you will inevitably be blocked or even attacked.
When he was in a position where he could be easily found, but the other party didn't know where he was hiding, Mistral, the blood count, thought it was not a good thing, and chasing him by force would only lead to big problems. JrNovels.com