Chapter: 835
Mistakes in things before the confession, lack of vigilance, and the destruction of the coming of the Lord.
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Silver City, Derrick Berg's home.
He walked around the table several times in silence, but he still couldn't make up his mind. His rationality told him that Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s suggestion was the best choice, but participating in this mission always flashed in his mind The faces of other members of the group, I feel that I have betrayed them by pretending to be a sign of loss of control!
Is there no way to save them? Shall I find a chance to see the chief, and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the fallen creator and the evil god who is in charge of the "shepherd" path, and tell him to be careful of Elder Lovia, and replace the leader of this mission? The person in charge... But, where should I know? In their eyes, Mr. Fool should also be regarded as an evil god... Derrick scratched his hair irritably.
The Hurricane Ax was placed within reach, and with every flash of lightning outside the window, faint rays of light appeared.
Suddenly, Derrick stopped in his tracks, looked outside at the bright and dark environment, at the deep black sky.
He seemed to see his parents before they died again, and regained the feeling of stabbing the straight sword in pain.
"It's too late this time... I have to make preparations in the future, so that the fact that it is the 'Fallen Creator' will not be suspected..." He twisted his expression for a while, gritted his teeth, and whispered a few words to himself, and then He suddenly left the window, returned to the table, and began to consume his own spirituality by practicing the extraordinary ability of the "Prayer for Light", making it quickly close to drying up.
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Inside Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey was in the studio, leisurely applying oil paint, when she heard a rhythmic knock on the door.
After the personal maid Anne opened the door, she found that it was her mother, Countess Caitlin, who came.
Although this lady is close to fifty, she looks to be in her early thirties, with blond hair and blue eyes, beautiful and graceful, enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.
"Mom, what's the matter?" Audrey put down the items in her hands, got up and asked suspiciously.
The countess glanced at her younger daughter, who was more beautiful than herself, and said with a smile: "I just finished the dinner, and Mrs. Della said that you are very interested in the knowledge of psychology and would like to invite a tutor, right? ?�
"Yes, but I haven't made a final decision yet..." Audrey replied hesitantly, just like usual.
The countess couldn't see what her daughter was thinking, she smiled and said, "She recommended a psychiatrist named Escalante, if you have no problem, I will send someone to invite her, two classes a week, how about it?" ?�
"You make up your mind." Audrey said with a smile, "Mom, come and sit here, I am short of a beautiful model!"
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On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed from the "Becklund Morning Post" that the party called by Mr. "Eye of Wisdom" tomorrow night.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer worried about whether the items could keep up with Miss Sharron's siege of enemies.
To celebrate the good news, he decided to go to the Cragg Club for a day of leisure.
Inside the underground shooting range of the Kragg Club.
After shooting practice, Klein carefully maintained the attached revolver, and adjusted the ratio of purification bullets, demon hunting bullets, and exorcism bullets to 3:1:1.
Phew, he exhaled, put away the revolver, straightened his coat, and slowly returned to the lobby on the first floor.
He had just heard the waiter mention that today's limited supply is pan-fried keel fish.
As soon as he entered the cafeteria, Klein saw his acquaintance Talim Dumont. This equestrian instructor with short brown curly hair and from a poor noble family was eating his lunch without focusing his eyes.
Klein went over with his dinner tray, sat down, and said hello.
Talim turned his head and glanced at him, his lips moved a few times, he was silent for three or four seconds, and finally, he said in a whisper: "Sherlock, you know, you know that kind of strange ability, very powerful, rare people ?" JrNovels.com
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Silver City, Derrick Berg's home.
He walked around the table several times in silence, but he still couldn't make up his mind. His rationality told him that Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s suggestion was the best choice, but participating in this mission always flashed in his mind The faces of other members of the group, I feel that I have betrayed them by pretending to be a sign of loss of control!
Is there no way to save them? Shall I find a chance to see the chief, and tell him that the half-destroyed temple belongs to the fallen creator and the evil god who is in charge of the "shepherd" path, and tell him to be careful of Elder Lovia, and replace the leader of this mission? The person in charge... But, where should I know? In their eyes, Mr. Fool should also be regarded as an evil god... Derrick scratched his hair irritably.
The Hurricane Ax was placed within reach, and with every flash of lightning outside the window, faint rays of light appeared.
Suddenly, Derrick stopped in his tracks, looked outside at the bright and dark environment, at the deep black sky.
He seemed to see his parents before they died again, and regained the feeling of stabbing the straight sword in pain.
"It's too late this time... I have to make preparations in the future, so that the fact that it is the 'Fallen Creator' will not be suspected..." He twisted his expression for a while, gritted his teeth, and whispered a few words to himself, and then He suddenly left the window, returned to the table, and began to consume his own spirituality by practicing the extraordinary ability of the "Prayer for Light", making it quickly close to drying up.
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Inside Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey was in the studio, leisurely applying oil paint, when she heard a rhythmic knock on the door.
After the personal maid Anne opened the door, she found that it was her mother, Countess Caitlin, who came.
Although this lady is close to fifty, she looks to be in her early thirties, with blond hair and blue eyes, beautiful and graceful, enough to attract the attention of most gentlemen.
"Mom, what's the matter?" Audrey put down the items in her hands, got up and asked suspiciously.
The countess glanced at her younger daughter, who was more beautiful than herself, and said with a smile: "I just finished the dinner, and Mrs. Della said that you are very interested in the knowledge of psychology and would like to invite a tutor, right? ?�
"Yes, but I haven't made a final decision yet..." Audrey replied hesitantly, just like usual.
The countess couldn't see what her daughter was thinking, she smiled and said, "She recommended a psychiatrist named Escalante, if you have no problem, I will send someone to invite her, two classes a week, how about it?" ?�
"You make up your mind." Audrey said with a smile, "Mom, come and sit here, I am short of a beautiful model!"
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On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed from the "Becklund Morning Post" that the party called by Mr. "Eye of Wisdom" tomorrow night.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer worried about whether the items could keep up with Miss Sharron's siege of enemies.
To celebrate the good news, he decided to go to the Cragg Club for a day of leisure.
Inside the underground shooting range of the Kragg Club.
After shooting practice, Klein carefully maintained the attached revolver, and adjusted the ratio of purification bullets, demon hunting bullets, and exorcism bullets to 3:1:1.
Phew, he exhaled, put away the revolver, straightened his coat, and slowly returned to the lobby on the first floor.
He had just heard the waiter mention that today's limited supply is pan-fried keel fish.
As soon as he entered the cafeteria, Klein saw his acquaintance Talim Dumont. This equestrian instructor with short brown curly hair and from a poor noble family was eating his lunch without focusing his eyes.
Klein went over with his dinner tray, sat down, and said hello.
Talim turned his head and glanced at him, his lips moved a few times, he was silent for three or four seconds, and finally, he said in a whisper: "Sherlock, you know, you know that kind of strange ability, very powerful, rare people ?" JrNovels.com
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