Chapter: 2367
"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya stepped out of it, her eyes were deep purple mixed with silver.
The illusory ravings from the "hidden sage" still echoed in her ears, but she no longer felt the horror. A heavy and thick curtain is an invisible line of sight cast from nowhere.
Compared with before, she has been able to vaguely see the unknown existence hidden behind the curtain, and she has been able to witness round after round of moons of different colors in the sky. They are blood red, silver white, dark brown, or blue, like a bird. Eyes that look only at the earth.
Cattleya's mind froze for a moment, and she quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
She has relied on analyzing the blood of the "Snake of Destiny", completed the ceremony, obtained divinity, and became a Sequence 4 of the "Secret Peer" pathway, "Mysticist"!
However, she remembered that the Queen once warned her:
Among all the Sequence 4s of the twenty-two pathways, "occultist" is the "occupation" that is most likely to encounter danger, because it often sees things that should not be seen, hears voices that should not be heard, and touches things that should not be heard. The secret to touch.
Therefore, if a "occultist" wants to live for a long time, he must know how to restrain his curiosity and control his corresponding behavior.
Taking off the heavy glasses clipped to her clothes, Cattleya put them on the bridge of her nose, but the various things she saw in her eyes that did not belong to the real world did not disappear.
She twitched the corners of her mouth in half self-deprecating and half satisfied, knowing that this item could no longer seal her secret-peeping eyes.
She closed her eyes for a while, and then opened them. Those pupils were already dark, without the mysterious deep purple and silvery white.
Huh... Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief, and walked slowly towards the location of the "Future", as if she just got off the ship and took a walk.
She didn't intend to spread the news that she became a demigod, and she didn't expect to quickly become the fifth king of the sea. To her, this was one of the trump cards in the dangerous world, and she would not throw it easily.
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Bridge South District, Rose Street.
As soon as Emlyn's carriage drove into this street, he saw a blurred figure with slightly messy hair, a white shirt and a black vest protruding from the opposite seat. This was a young man who looked like a wraith.
"Long time no see, Mr. Maric." Emlyn smiled without panicking.
Maric nodded slightly: "I'm here to tell you that we are ready and we can discuss a specific action plan."
"Okay." Emlyn agreed very calmly.
Maric didn't say anything, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
He knew that it was impossible to discuss the specific action plan at once, and Emlyn White had to go back to seek the opinions of the upper echelons of the blood race, so he didn't stop.
This may be my chance to gain divinity and become an earl... Emlyn smiled as he watched the "wraith" Maric leave without a sound.
He has not yet digested the extraordinary characteristics of the "Crimson Scholar". The so-called opportunity to become an earl refers to the promise of a free ceremony or the formula of the corresponding potion.
The carriage continued on and stopped at the entrance of Harvest Church. Emlyn glanced at the gray mist in the air with satisfaction, pressed his silk top hat, walked out of the carriage at a leisurely pace, and passed through the gate.
After changing into the brown priest's uniform, he took a rag and a bucket of water, and carefully wiped the candlesticks on both sides.
It wasn't until Father Utravsky, who seemed to be a little taller, finished his morning sermon, that Emlyn stopped working and complained, "Why did you let Ernes go back?"
"He only asked to be a volunteer for one month." Father Utravsky didn't get bored with Emlyn's repeated questions from time to time recently, and seemed very patient.
Thinking of what happened to him, Emlyn felt a little unbalanced. He couldn't help muttering again: "He was forced to do volunteer work, not volunteered. He can't set the deadline. He has to do it for at least half a year!"
Father Utravsky responded with a smile: "He has done a good job. He has been working hard for a month, guiding believers, and copying scriptures. I can clearly feel that he has realized the preciousness of life and the joy of a good harvest. .�
The muscles on Emlyn's face twitched slightly: "He too, no, he's about to become a follower of the 'Mother Earth'?" JrNovels.com
The illusory ravings from the "hidden sage" still echoed in her ears, but she no longer felt the horror. A heavy and thick curtain is an invisible line of sight cast from nowhere.
Compared with before, she has been able to vaguely see the unknown existence hidden behind the curtain, and she has been able to witness round after round of moons of different colors in the sky. They are blood red, silver white, dark brown, or blue, like a bird. Eyes that look only at the earth.
Cattleya's mind froze for a moment, and she quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
She has relied on analyzing the blood of the "Snake of Destiny", completed the ceremony, obtained divinity, and became a Sequence 4 of the "Secret Peer" pathway, "Mysticist"!
However, she remembered that the Queen once warned her:
Among all the Sequence 4s of the twenty-two pathways, "occultist" is the "occupation" that is most likely to encounter danger, because it often sees things that should not be seen, hears voices that should not be heard, and touches things that should not be heard. The secret to touch.
Therefore, if a "occultist" wants to live for a long time, he must know how to restrain his curiosity and control his corresponding behavior.
Taking off the heavy glasses clipped to her clothes, Cattleya put them on the bridge of her nose, but the various things she saw in her eyes that did not belong to the real world did not disappear.
She twitched the corners of her mouth in half self-deprecating and half satisfied, knowing that this item could no longer seal her secret-peeping eyes.
She closed her eyes for a while, and then opened them. Those pupils were already dark, without the mysterious deep purple and silvery white.
Huh... Cattleya breathed a sigh of relief, and walked slowly towards the location of the "Future", as if she just got off the ship and took a walk.
She didn't intend to spread the news that she became a demigod, and she didn't expect to quickly become the fifth king of the sea. To her, this was one of the trump cards in the dangerous world, and she would not throw it easily.
����
Bridge South District, Rose Street.
As soon as Emlyn's carriage drove into this street, he saw a blurred figure with slightly messy hair, a white shirt and a black vest protruding from the opposite seat. This was a young man who looked like a wraith.
"Long time no see, Mr. Maric." Emlyn smiled without panicking.
Maric nodded slightly: "I'm here to tell you that we are ready and we can discuss a specific action plan."
"Okay." Emlyn agreed very calmly.
Maric didn't say anything, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
He knew that it was impossible to discuss the specific action plan at once, and Emlyn White had to go back to seek the opinions of the upper echelons of the blood race, so he didn't stop.
This may be my chance to gain divinity and become an earl... Emlyn smiled as he watched the "wraith" Maric leave without a sound.
He has not yet digested the extraordinary characteristics of the "Crimson Scholar". The so-called opportunity to become an earl refers to the promise of a free ceremony or the formula of the corresponding potion.
The carriage continued on and stopped at the entrance of Harvest Church. Emlyn glanced at the gray mist in the air with satisfaction, pressed his silk top hat, walked out of the carriage at a leisurely pace, and passed through the gate.
After changing into the brown priest's uniform, he took a rag and a bucket of water, and carefully wiped the candlesticks on both sides.
It wasn't until Father Utravsky, who seemed to be a little taller, finished his morning sermon, that Emlyn stopped working and complained, "Why did you let Ernes go back?"
"He only asked to be a volunteer for one month." Father Utravsky didn't get bored with Emlyn's repeated questions from time to time recently, and seemed very patient.
Thinking of what happened to him, Emlyn felt a little unbalanced. He couldn't help muttering again: "He was forced to do volunteer work, not volunteered. He can't set the deadline. He has to do it for at least half a year!"
Father Utravsky responded with a smile: "He has done a good job. He has been working hard for a month, guiding believers, and copying scriptures. I can clearly feel that he has realized the preciousness of life and the joy of a good harvest. .�
The muscles on Emlyn's face twitched slightly: "He too, no, he's about to become a follower of the 'Mother Earth'?" JrNovels.com
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