As Mir's words fell, the gray fog and star lines gradually dissipated, as if they had never been there.
The posture of the white demon has also become more beautiful. Its hair is now as white and flawless as snowflakes, shining with bright light, as if it is the reflection of moonlight on the snow. Its body has become elegant, and every movement is full of Poetry and power.
A pair of wings sprouted from its back. Those angel-like wings looked so soft and holy, and every feather was delicate and smooth.
Its eyes are like flowing into the stars, deep and mysterious. They look at the world full of curiosity, as if they can understand everything, but when you stare into its eyes, you can feel peace and tenderness.
Looking at his new body, or rather his new self, the white demon showed indescribable joy on his face: "Thank you, Mir, I no longer have shackles, but a brand new self."
Bai Yao's voice was soft and melodious, as if the childish voice it once had had grown up.
"Isn't it filthy anymore?" Mir asked in his mind.
"Yes, it will be a brand new life, white demon, immortal, eternal, free. This is what you gave it, a brand new life, eternal freedom."
Hearing this, a smile appeared on Mir's face unconsciously: "That's great. What I want to give it is freedom."
"It spoke, Miss White Demon spoke," Emilia looked surprised: "Miss White Demon, hello."
"Hello, beautiful lady, you are as beautiful as me," the white demon raised his proud head, unfolded his holy wings, and flew into the sky dancing.
Just as Mir watched him go away with a smile on his face, the white demon tilted his head, swooped towards Mir, spun a few times in the air, landed on top of Mir's head, pressed his soft belly against his hair, and let out a A comfortable purr stretched his limbs: "It's so comfortable~"
"I thought you were going to go far away. After all, I gave you freedom," Mir asked with a puzzled look on his face. He was not worried about the mud under his feet. After the gray fog dissipated, it was already as clean as new.
"Isn't it my freedom to stay with you?" The white demon turned over and stretched his body: "You will never expel me, right?"
"This world and I welcome you."
"Mir, have you become a pathfinder of Sequence Nine?" Emilia looked at Mil with excitement, feeling happy for him from the bottom of her heart: "What a magical ability."
"Yes, it's really magical," Mir looked at the distant skyline, his emerald green eyes full of mystery.
"All this, all this," looking at all this magic, Angelica froze in place, as if she was bound by an invisible force, unable to move. Her mind was in chaos, and her eyes were wandering around in confusion. Walking, it seems that he is trying to find some answer from the surrounding environment.
Lawrence looked at his wife who was a little confused in his arms, and hugged her tighter.
"Oh~ I'm sorry, did it scare you?" Mir didn't know that such an unexpected situation would arise when choosing a name. Will he have to write a poem when he names anyone or anything in the future? That would be too much trouble.
"Both naming and blessing require the mutual recognition of both parties," Ellie's voice rang in her mind: "At the same time, the person being named also needs to abandon the previous title from the bottom of his heart."
"Fortunately, it's not mandatory," Mir breathed a sigh of relief in his mind: "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to call others by their nicknames in the future."
"You have worked hard for a long time, I think you must be hungry," Lawrence's respectful words came, pulling Mir's thoughts back: "I have prepared a meal for you."
When she heard that she was about to eat, Amelia's stomach rumbled, which caused a blush to appear on her cheeks.
"She has been waiting for you," Angelica's real-time assist came. She didn't understand why Lawrence, as an earl, had to use honorifics when speaking to Mir, but she was not a stupid girl. She showed respect to Mir when Lawrence At that moment, she already knew how to treat this gentleman.
The manor is not particularly large, but it is very delicately maintained. Four people and a cat sit on a spacious reception table, Mir and Amelia sit on one side, and Lawrence and Anjieka sit on the other. On one side, there is the butler, standing next to Mir, waiting to serve him at any time.
His posture was very humble, without the contempt he had when they first met. If you look closely, you can still see the fear hidden in his expression.
All this was because he saw the humbleness of Lawrence. This young earl was expected to be promoted to the nobility of Duke. His posture in front of this gentleman was full of humility.
He didn't dare to think wildly anymore, and those previous thoughts were killed in his mind. Now he only saw the relationship between master and servant. Even if the master did not treat the servant as a servant, but as a friend, the servant would still not treat him as a servant. Avoid showing a humble look.
The butler believed that if it weren't for the fact that he looked too bald, Earl Lawrence would stand in his position at this time, with a humble and sincere face, and drink wine for this gentleman.
"Thank you, Lawrence, everything is so rich," Mill looked at the delicacies on the hospitality table and couldn't help but sigh. The full cups of dwarf fruit wine, both in color and fragrance, are very rich. It was so tempting that Mir couldn't help but pick up a glass and let the wine flow down his throat, feeling the different taste.
"Your like is their honor," Lawrence's face was full of sincerity, as if this was not a compliment, but a statement of facts. He picked up the wine bottle and filled up Mir's wine glass before the butler: "Allow me to pour you a drink."
"Oh, thank you, Lawrence," Mir smiled and raised the cup, but when he got closer, he whispered into his ear: "You and I are both friends, so you don't have to be so reserved. You should maintain a certain demeanor in front of your wife. , besides, I hate the wine table culture.”
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In the Church of the Earth, Bishop Moi put on a high crown studded with gems, held a crystal scepter representing his position in his hand, and even wore the most annoying robe on his body. The gorgeous robe was decorated with delicate details. Made of silk, the airspace and cuffs are edged with gold, symbolizing sanctity and power.
Seeing the dark circles remaining in the corners of Bishop Moi's eyes, it seemed that he had not slept all night: "The Mother Goddess of the Earth once gave me enlightenment in a dream. She smelled the crisis in Stolon, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. How serious is it that it’s so scary!”
Anna looked at the serious Bishop Moi, and her face became serious: "We must find the clock in the gray ground. If it can connect the gray ground and reality, it can be used as the hub of the description of the other world and reality."
"Level 1 abnormality!" Bishop Moi covered his forehead in pain: "I should have known earlier, how could there be such a stable level 1 abnormality? It can only be man-made!"
"There is a record in the file that the Moonlight Cultist sold it to Lawrence six months ago, costing him more than six hundred gold coins. However, the transaction location was not in Stolon, and we were unable to obtain the information about the Moonlight Cultist at the first time." Anna pinched her chin.
"The first moment Lawrence entered the city, the hydrograph discovered an uncontained anomaly. However, due to the balance treaty between the nobles and the church, we did not choose to forcibly contain him after confirming his stability."
"A count," Moi closed his eyes: "Don't you have any guidance from the hydrograph?"
"It's too chaotic," Anna frowned: "It was deliberately interfered with, there were too many wrong directions, and we always missed the point."
