Chapter: 3136
Just when Audrey was tensed up by this slightly weird scene and wanted to ask a question, Eric Hogg suddenly raised his head.
His pale golden vertical eyes became more and more indifferent, and his voice echoed in the wilderness again: "Levished..."
In the buzzing sound like thunder, the things hidden in the dark behind Eric Hogg quickly became clear, showing their own outlines in the gradually brightening scene:
Those are huge stone pillars tens to hundreds of meters high. They either stand alone, or they support majestic but ancient palaces together.
These stone pillars and palaces are mainly gray and white, falling on the island-like foundation, exactly the same as the "City of Miracles" Levished that Audrey just described.
No, this seems to be the "City of Miracles" Levished.
It wasn't until this moment that Audrey realized that the ancient psychic dragon Eric Hogg was squatting on the top of the tallest and thickest stone pillar in Levished.
At this moment, she vaguely felt that some subtle changes had taken place in Eric Hogg.
Her green eyes turned slightly, and suddenly there was the sound of the metal handle being twisted behind her.
This... Audrey resisted the urge to turn her head suddenly, turned her body guardedly, and cast her eyes sideways.
The lonely wooden door that lost all external support opened a little bit, revealing the appearance of the visitor:
A huge, white, ear-moving, walking rabbit.
Above the gray mist, in the ancient palace, a figure was shrouded in gray mist, sitting in the "fool" position at the top of the mottled long table, quietly watching the crimson star representing "justice".
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Backlund, West District, 9 Bellotto Street.
Seeing that the two-week deadline was getting closer and closer, Wendell gradually suffered from insomnia, and had to rely on medication to help him fall asleep.
After waking up, he was also fidgeting, extremely anxious, and completely lost interest in food. He only forced himself to eat the three meals delivered by his colleagues in order to maintain his physical fitness.
He didn't know what would happen after the deadline for going to court, and he couldn't predict whether there would be irreversible changes in himself.
This fear of the unknown made him feel out of breath from time to time, which made him extremely tormented.
Sometimes, Wendell even thinks that perhaps it is not a wise choice to resist returning to Utopia:
Judging from his limited experience there, if he honestly returns to Utopia and goes to court to testify for Tracy, there is a high probability that he will leave safely afterwards.
��At least so far, Wendell has not heard of anyone dying or going crazy because of Utopia. The people there are quite kind except for being weird.
I just went to help, they should be grateful to me, not to deal with me... The more Wendell thought about it, the more he felt that facing the danger might make him feel more comfortable than suffering here.
Of course, he didn't have any doubts about the protection capabilities of MI9's headquarters. If that didn't work, he felt that he could only consider meeting the "Storm Lord" as soon as possible.
Huh... Wendell breathed out, sat down on the chair, and picked up the book casually, trying to pass the time.
But his irritability made him unable to get into the storyline at all. He turned the pages more and more frequently, and finally closed the book with a snap.
He closed his eyes immediately, preparing to take a nap for a while.
In a daze, Wendell seemed to have returned to Utopia and came to the court, but his role was not a witness, but an audience.
He saw Tracy was transferred to the criminal court because of the lack of sufficient evidence that the judge judged her self-defense as excessive, and saw the lady weeping and smiling very poignantly.
Wendell woke up suddenly, staring at the gas wall lamp in front of him silently, without moving for a long time. JrNovels.com
His pale golden vertical eyes became more and more indifferent, and his voice echoed in the wilderness again: "Levished..."
In the buzzing sound like thunder, the things hidden in the dark behind Eric Hogg quickly became clear, showing their own outlines in the gradually brightening scene:
Those are huge stone pillars tens to hundreds of meters high. They either stand alone, or they support majestic but ancient palaces together.
These stone pillars and palaces are mainly gray and white, falling on the island-like foundation, exactly the same as the "City of Miracles" Levished that Audrey just described.
No, this seems to be the "City of Miracles" Levished.
It wasn't until this moment that Audrey realized that the ancient psychic dragon Eric Hogg was squatting on the top of the tallest and thickest stone pillar in Levished.
At this moment, she vaguely felt that some subtle changes had taken place in Eric Hogg.
Her green eyes turned slightly, and suddenly there was the sound of the metal handle being twisted behind her.
This... Audrey resisted the urge to turn her head suddenly, turned her body guardedly, and cast her eyes sideways.
The lonely wooden door that lost all external support opened a little bit, revealing the appearance of the visitor:
A huge, white, ear-moving, walking rabbit.
Above the gray mist, in the ancient palace, a figure was shrouded in gray mist, sitting in the "fool" position at the top of the mottled long table, quietly watching the crimson star representing "justice".
����
Backlund, West District, 9 Bellotto Street.
Seeing that the two-week deadline was getting closer and closer, Wendell gradually suffered from insomnia, and had to rely on medication to help him fall asleep.
After waking up, he was also fidgeting, extremely anxious, and completely lost interest in food. He only forced himself to eat the three meals delivered by his colleagues in order to maintain his physical fitness.
He didn't know what would happen after the deadline for going to court, and he couldn't predict whether there would be irreversible changes in himself.
This fear of the unknown made him feel out of breath from time to time, which made him extremely tormented.
Sometimes, Wendell even thinks that perhaps it is not a wise choice to resist returning to Utopia:
Judging from his limited experience there, if he honestly returns to Utopia and goes to court to testify for Tracy, there is a high probability that he will leave safely afterwards.
��At least so far, Wendell has not heard of anyone dying or going crazy because of Utopia. The people there are quite kind except for being weird.
I just went to help, they should be grateful to me, not to deal with me... The more Wendell thought about it, the more he felt that facing the danger might make him feel more comfortable than suffering here.
Of course, he didn't have any doubts about the protection capabilities of MI9's headquarters. If that didn't work, he felt that he could only consider meeting the "Storm Lord" as soon as possible.
Huh... Wendell breathed out, sat down on the chair, and picked up the book casually, trying to pass the time.
But his irritability made him unable to get into the storyline at all. He turned the pages more and more frequently, and finally closed the book with a snap.
He closed his eyes immediately, preparing to take a nap for a while.
In a daze, Wendell seemed to have returned to Utopia and came to the court, but his role was not a witness, but an audience.
He saw Tracy was transferred to the criminal court because of the lack of sufficient evidence that the judge judged her self-defense as excessive, and saw the lady weeping and smiling very poignantly.
Wendell woke up suddenly, staring at the gas wall lamp in front of him silently, without moving for a long time. JrNovels.com
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