Xishu rubbed his eyes and stood up. This is not a standard move and represents laziness and inattention. It is likely to lead to questioning from Rammel. But Lamel didn't question him. She worked on the upper arc frame of the wheel, looking like a thin albino butterfly. There were several colleagues on her left and right sides. They are all angels in the team.
"Where is Chief Keqier?" Xishu walked over, trying to appear as busy as them.
Not quite successful, he didn't quite know what they were doing. "Taking care of some chores and avoiding distractions during action. He is very good at this." Lamel replied. "Chief Keqier brought the water nymph..." Another angel said. He saw Lamel's face and quickly shut up.
"Oh." Xishu was confused and pretended to understand. He picked up two sticks and imitated an angel beside him, trying to make one kind of wood sprout on another kind of wood, and use the new buds to tie a perfect seven-strand knot.
The result was simply terrible - he even predicted the tragic ending when he first started, and then tried his best in the following process, but still couldn't improve it.
He struggled for a while and then decided to let himself go for a while.
"Why do you always call me 'Baidi'? Sir Lamere." Xishu asked Lamere a little embarrassed. At this moment, she had finished the work on the top of the arc, slid down to the platform not far from him, and was staring coldly at the failed work in his hand.
"Because this is who you are," Ramel said.
"I don't understand." Xishu muttered quietly. There were quite a few things he didn't understand. For example, should he go all out to join the incomprehensible job in front of him, or should he tell Lamel about the incomprehensible nightmare he had just dreamed. There were three things he didn't understand. "A name is a name, and nicknames always have meaning, right? It's like..."
"Fishhook," said Rammel. His expression was extremely cold. "hammer."
"What?" Xishu didn't react for a while and let the angel next to him who had finished his work take away the failed work in his hand - this was a good thing. Lameier reached out and clicked. The angel retreated, the two pieces of wood were perfectly embedded together, and the buds grew out in the right place. "A fishhook is a hook used to hook fish. A hammer is used to beat things. They are named after that. It's simple." Ramel's eyes didn't blink - Xisu suspected that even if her head was severed, If you fall into boiling oil or immerse yourself in ice water, your eyes will still not blink...
(Oh my God, what’s going on? Why did he suddenly have such a terrible association??)
"Your nickname is just like this." Lamel said coldly. His eyes were straight.
"...Oh." Xishu said.
He still didn't get it, but it would be hard to remain polite, or calm, if he kept asking. His throat was a little choked, and he felt physically uncomfortable—perhaps he hadn't felt comfortable since his first nightmare, especially when facing Lamel's glare. At the critical moment, to his great relief, Keqier flew in from the higher circular opening, landed on their platform with a bright smile, and stopped the conversation in time ( At the same time, he does things he doesn't understand, making things worse on every three-dimensional level).
Lamel left him and approached Keqier, seeming to be explaining something - or listening to what the other person was explaining.
Xishu did not follow them immediately, but just looked at them from a distance.
In fact, he had never seen this powerful angel commander named Ke Qier before, but he was sure that it was him based on his description and inexplicable confidence. After listening to a few more sentences, he was sure that it was indeed the person who came.
From his point of view, Keqier's image is quite classical. Meaning: Because it is too outdated, it has become a certain correct model. Angel Quan exudes a light, non-threatening aura, with medium energy. She has curly hair, golden eyes, and two shiny white hands that are always held together. She is beautiful but occasionally appears dull, and she blinks and smiles very frequently. He fits every one of Lameier's descriptions. Except for the fact that "the devil is Charint's best friend."
Xishu was thinking to himself and didn't notice when the center of the discussion began to secretly move towards him. By the time he reacted, it was already too late to disguise himself as a simple and lovely angel who was obsessed with work. He automatically (forced) joined them.
"It's ready," Ramel said. "We can leave now."
She said it to both of them. Xishu looked up. I don't know when, the angel colleagues who were busy just now stopped what they were doing. The upper end of the Wheel of Assembly (from this angle, only the upper end can be seen, but Xishu suspects that the entire Wheel of Assembly was modified accordingly during the time he fell asleep) looks very different from just now. . Young shoots and fresh slender stems emerge from those delicate cutouts like an extra layer of edging.
The angels finished their work and floated hand in hand, spinning slowly. As the soft light falls on the gathering wheel, the buds begin to grow, and the buds turn out from under the leaves that become thick and green, and gradually bloom.
Xi Shu was stunned.
"We can do this again!" he said in surprise. "No! You can do this! Because I can't! Ah! I mean..."
Keqier looked at him tenderly. "Let's go." Lamel said gloomily. "Let's go try first and see if we can contact Yi Chaint directly."
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I knew it. To check.
He was not at all complacent that he had guessed correctly. Given a hundred chances again, he would be willing to guess all wrong and avoid falling into the current situation.
holy water. Lots of holy water.
Behind that door (the heavy door that he vaguely felt was wrong), there was a large amount of holy water stored. It was extremely powerful - he simply didn't know that holy water could be refined to this extent - wasn't it already some kind of uniform, equal, unlucky thing without concentration?
On one side of the room is simply a dug pool, full of water, rippling with a pure glimmer of light, and the sacred smell inside is extremely pungent. On the other side is a large tank that is transparent and reaches the ceiling - it is naturally nothing else. Of course, he understood that the holy water was just a medium, and what was stored inside was what he should understand - the undead parts and some other mechanical structures, as well as some equipment that he felt a little familiar when he glanced over.
But Yi Cha was really not in the mood to understand. He was almost burning up standing there.
"I'm so sorry. I should have thought of it earlier." Shen Chang·Ling glanced at him and immediately realized his negligence. He quickly led them behind a transparent observation door.
"Is this one of the technologies you use?" I asked after the discomfort was gone. "The technology of the source of order. The energy of order. The power of the sacred realm. Do you want to say that these are also related to me?"
He stretched his intestines and rolled his eyes with a rather cautious expression.
"Ezaint," he said. Like sincerely asking for advice. "Do you think there is such a thing as an angel of death?"
(End of chapter)
