Chapter: 3073
Above the gray mist, inside the ancient palace.
The figure sitting in the position of "The Fool" naturally looked at the newly formed prayer spot, and found that the "believer" was very strange.
"The environment is the same as that of Miss 'Justice''s home...it seems to be guided by the 'virtual personality' that invaded the spiritual island...Miss 'Justice' evades monitoring in this way and prays for protection..." The figure quickly made a judgment, and then Transferred the corresponding situation to ontology.
A few seconds later, Klein entered "Origin Castle", letting the "Insects of Spirit" left here drill back into his body.
"Miss 'Justice' is becoming more and more like a high-sequence 'spectator'..." Klein secretly praised, and turned his gaze to the crimson star representing "Justice".
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In the park with the lake.
As soon as Audrey entered, she saw a large carriage approaching. The driver was an ordinary middle-aged man wearing an old top hat and a dark jacket.
However, in Audrey's eyes, this coachman does not exist at all, because he has no corresponding spiritual island and consciousness activities.
In other words, the coachman is just an illusion, a dummy, and the leader of the carriage is the horse itself.
A few seconds later, the large carriage stopped in front of Audrey, and the door creaked open.
"Please come in." A deep male voice came from inside.
Audrey lifted her skirt slightly, boarded the carriage, and saw a gentleman sitting in a black wheelchair.
His pale yellow eyebrows are long, his hair is combed back neatly, his forehead is slightly wrinkled, and his face is abnormally pale.
"Mr. Dellau? Aren't you already dead?" Audrey recognized the gentleman in front of her, and appropriately expressed her surprise.
"For an 'audience', death only represents the end of an identity. In other dramas, I am still alive." The old-fashioned gentleman sitting in a black wheelchair responded with a smile, "Except for the former royal medical advisor, Baekeland As the former principal of the German School of Medicine, I am still the 'King of the Black Seat' Baros Hopkins, the famous hermit Eric Drake, etc., etc."
"Then what should I call you?" Audrey asked politely while watching the car door close automatically from the corner of her eye.
The old-fashioned gentleman rubbed the wheels on both sides of the seat and said, "You can call me Mr. President, or you can continue to call me Mr. Dellau."
He then pointed to the row of seats on the left side of the car: "Sit down, let's go to a place first, and then discuss your becoming a member of the jury of the Psychological Alchemist Association."
Audrey nodded slightly, and sat down calmly.
She cast her eyes out of the window without any concealment, and was a little surprised to find that in just a blink of an eye, the park had turned into a strange city, a city shrouded in night.
There are gorgeous buildings with a very mysterious and dark feeling in the city, and there are gentlemen wearing top hats and trench coats and women with complicated and gloomy dresses walking around.
Audrey glanced over and saw a gentleman beside the carriage with short black hair on his face and sharp canine teeth showing in his mouth.
This is a werewolf.
"What's this place?" Audrey asked without much change in expression, as if she was asking about the location of tonight's dance.
Pauli Dellau, who claims to be the president of the Psychological Alchemy Association, also cast his gaze out of the window, and said with a smile: "This is the city in everyone's heart.
"Where there are people, there are people."
Audrey nodded thoughtfully: "In other words, you can enter here from any corner of human society?"
Dellau rubbed the wheelchair and said, "Yes."
Without further explanation, he pointed to the passers-by outside the carriage window and said, "Everything here has a corresponding psychological symbol, they are called 'beast desire'." JrNovels.com
The figure sitting in the position of "The Fool" naturally looked at the newly formed prayer spot, and found that the "believer" was very strange.
"The environment is the same as that of Miss 'Justice''s home...it seems to be guided by the 'virtual personality' that invaded the spiritual island...Miss 'Justice' evades monitoring in this way and prays for protection..." The figure quickly made a judgment, and then Transferred the corresponding situation to ontology.
A few seconds later, Klein entered "Origin Castle", letting the "Insects of Spirit" left here drill back into his body.
"Miss 'Justice' is becoming more and more like a high-sequence 'spectator'..." Klein secretly praised, and turned his gaze to the crimson star representing "Justice".
����
In the park with the lake.
As soon as Audrey entered, she saw a large carriage approaching. The driver was an ordinary middle-aged man wearing an old top hat and a dark jacket.
However, in Audrey's eyes, this coachman does not exist at all, because he has no corresponding spiritual island and consciousness activities.
In other words, the coachman is just an illusion, a dummy, and the leader of the carriage is the horse itself.
A few seconds later, the large carriage stopped in front of Audrey, and the door creaked open.
"Please come in." A deep male voice came from inside.
Audrey lifted her skirt slightly, boarded the carriage, and saw a gentleman sitting in a black wheelchair.
His pale yellow eyebrows are long, his hair is combed back neatly, his forehead is slightly wrinkled, and his face is abnormally pale.
"Mr. Dellau? Aren't you already dead?" Audrey recognized the gentleman in front of her, and appropriately expressed her surprise.
"For an 'audience', death only represents the end of an identity. In other dramas, I am still alive." The old-fashioned gentleman sitting in a black wheelchair responded with a smile, "Except for the former royal medical advisor, Baekeland As the former principal of the German School of Medicine, I am still the 'King of the Black Seat' Baros Hopkins, the famous hermit Eric Drake, etc., etc."
"Then what should I call you?" Audrey asked politely while watching the car door close automatically from the corner of her eye.
The old-fashioned gentleman rubbed the wheels on both sides of the seat and said, "You can call me Mr. President, or you can continue to call me Mr. Dellau."
He then pointed to the row of seats on the left side of the car: "Sit down, let's go to a place first, and then discuss your becoming a member of the jury of the Psychological Alchemist Association."
Audrey nodded slightly, and sat down calmly.
She cast her eyes out of the window without any concealment, and was a little surprised to find that in just a blink of an eye, the park had turned into a strange city, a city shrouded in night.
There are gorgeous buildings with a very mysterious and dark feeling in the city, and there are gentlemen wearing top hats and trench coats and women with complicated and gloomy dresses walking around.
Audrey glanced over and saw a gentleman beside the carriage with short black hair on his face and sharp canine teeth showing in his mouth.
This is a werewolf.
"What's this place?" Audrey asked without much change in expression, as if she was asking about the location of tonight's dance.
Pauli Dellau, who claims to be the president of the Psychological Alchemy Association, also cast his gaze out of the window, and said with a smile: "This is the city in everyone's heart.
"Where there are people, there are people."
Audrey nodded thoughtfully: "In other words, you can enter here from any corner of human society?"
Dellau rubbed the wheelchair and said, "Yes."
Without further explanation, he pointed to the passers-by outside the carriage window and said, "Everything here has a corresponding psychological symbol, they are called 'beast desire'." JrNovels.com
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