Winter…winter…
Above the Santa Bianca Bell Tower, the heavy bell plays a melodious and majestic sound. The Knight of Dawn habitually opens his pocket watch to check the time. Nine o'clock at night, exactly. It was a wise decision to let Jane meet with Knight Orianna first, otherwise they would be really late.
She put away her pocket watch and looked into the boy's eyes.
"Good evening, Mr. Gongsun. I am the Knight of Dawn of the Royal Knights of Morton, the second seat of the Starlight Conference, Alandia Helleson."
The boy in black clothes and black hair did not respond. He stared at him blankly, like a frightened child. And this young man is indeed only 16 years old. Alandia thought to herself that before becoming a dragon, he was indeed a child.
Then she heard the other person's voice.
"...It's so beautiful."
He didn't even have time to dry his tears, and he was still sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. She didn't even hear her words clearly, but she only praised the beauty of the visitor. There was no calmness or thinking in his words, and he was almost as reckless and impulsive as a young man.
She hates such people.
Even if you are ignorant, you should try to control the situation; if you are in danger, you should find ways to save yourself. Could it be that by praising the kind-hearted rescuer, one's previous foolishness could be wiped out?
When this young man faced danger, he just waited for death to come. Giving up on self-rescue is tantamount to running towards the end, and she hates such people.
However, these words should not be uttered to strangers. She just said calmly: "This is not the place you should come to. I will send you back to Superbia."
·
Consciousness gradually returned. Her voice was heard in my ears.
Want to send it back to Superbia? Does she have the strength to do this? Maybe she was an official and she was indeed saved. However, he caught the look in the other person's eyes. Although it only flashed through for a moment, there was no hidden emotion——
Gongsun Ce stood up on the ground and shouted in a panic: "Wait a minute! Hey, don't, don't misunderstand!
"
As soon as the silver-haired woman's footsteps stopped, he said at a loss: "I didn't mean it. It was just... an unnatural reaction under special circumstances! It's not that I meant to strike up a conversation with you! In short, what I meant was... …”
Gongsun Ce shouted self-indulgently: "I just think you are beautiful!"
Ruined.
An already bad first impression turned even worse!
!
With the last bit of hope in his arms, Gongsun Ce looked at this cool woman, trying to find a smile of relief on her face.
The silver-haired woman shook her head expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, sir. The bad first impression will not change due to your explanation. Now, please return to the city first."
"***do not!
"
The silver-haired woman pointed to the ground, and the floor tiles flew up immediately, causing Gongsun Ce to fall into the bottomless darkness under the road. He struggled desperately, holding the "exit" of the brick road with his hands, and shouted unyieldingly: "Can you at least give me your contact information! Leave a phone number!
It really doesn’t work. Email——”
call! In the blink of an eye, Gongsun Ce fell into the ground. Bricks and stones were filled back into place piece by piece, making his body disappear.
Alandia bid farewell to this visitor who accidentally entered the City of Shadows and Mist, and got down to business. She held her hands empty, and the light once again condensed into the form of a pure white sword in her hands. She touched the ground with the tip of her sword and said: "Dawn Star."
In an instant, a pure white star rose on the horizon of Shadow Mist City.
This bright star rose into the night sky, illuminating all the fog in the city, causing countless ghosts to disappear in the light; the pure starlight fell on the earth, driving away all the beasts in the darkness, and causing the ugly lives to disappear in the light. Her power makes all evil invisible. She flattens all the shadows and fog with just one sword, as fast as real light, and as easily as a wave sweeps away the sand and dust on the shore!
The stars twinkled in the sky above Shadowmist City, and even the strange moon seemed small compared to them. This purge has completely purified the city inside, and it will take some time for the longing beasts and phantoms to return.
appeared. Alandia dispersed the sword, and the speed of her movements made her seem to disappear out of thin air. She appeared thousands of meters away, standing on the top of a tall tower, stepping on a piece of rag.
The cloth dispersed into smoke and melted into the fog.
"Spiritual phase method..."
Alandia thought for a moment and tapped the tower with her toes. Bricks and tiles flew up to construct the gate to Superbia. She left the Shadow Mist City and returned to Superbia in reality.
There is no more sound in the shadow world. The stars dispersed and the city was empty.
·
9:00 at night, Superbia, inner city.
A young lady dressed simply ran over quickly and stood panting in front of Mo Yuankai and Orianna. The girl arrived in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to light the oil lamp in her hand. It was obvious from a glance that she had arrived at short notice.
"Huh...huh...it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Mo Yuankai!" The yellow-haired girl took a breath and stretched out her hand excitedly, "I am Jane Diela, a follower of the distinguished Dawn Knight... Oh, Dawn Knight It’s the knight Arlandia you were about to meet!”
"Hello, Miss Jian." Mo Yuankai shook hands with this "Knight Attendant", "Take a rest first, there is no rush."
She looked to be about the same age as Orianna, with yellow hair and green eyes, short in stature, with a mediocre figure, two braids, and an ordinary flavor from her bones. She spoke in a low but high-pitched voice, with a cheerful smile on her face. She seemed like a talkative optimist, which made Mo Yuankai feel good: he was least good at getting along with people who were cold, gloomy, and mean. , except Ace.
"Sorry, Jane?" Orianna looked around in confusion, "Knight Arandia...?"
"The Knight of Dawn is never late, unless there are special circumstances that have to be avoided!" Jane said quickly, "You know, Shadow Mist City has been unstable recently... There seems to be a small problem inside, and Knight Airandia went there in person. She thought that she would definitely not be able to meet you on time, so she asked me to explain the situation first."
"She is such a polite knight." Orianna admired.
"Of course! It's too cold here. Why don't I take you to No. 91 first?" Jane exhaled, turning into white mist in the cold weather. "I just ran from there...light the light first." superior."
"You are so considerate." Orianna praised, "Mr. Mo, this is the etiquette of the kingdom. We will fill the house with light before welcoming guests, because it is very important for us to lead guests to dark places. Something rude."
Mo Yuankai thought about the pedestrians with lamps on the roadside and thought thoughtfully: "Do all people in the Kingdom like light and fire?"
"Actually, we all hate darkness. Only phantoms like those dark, cold places." Jane replied enthusiastically. As she spoke, she made a small gesture, a flash of white light flashed, and the flame in the lamp ignited on its own.
"Jane...you used the impermanence method to light the lamp again!" Orianna said half-accusingly. Jane stuck out her tongue: "Oh, don't let Knight Arlandia know about it! Otherwise, she will try to teach me again."
"It's good to have a box of matches with you."
"But that looks so immodest, Orianna~"
...Can't you bring a lighter?
Mo Yuankai realized that it didn't make much sense to talk to someone who was still using an oil lamp. He casually dialed his partner's number.
"Hey, Atze? We're going to Dawson Street. Where are you?"
·
"...I'm nearby." Gongsun Ce grabbed the phone, lost in thought, "No need to take a detour to find me."
"Wow, your voice sounds so deep?"
Gongsun Ce thought about his performance and said sadly: "...I may have lost my love."
"ah?????"
Gongsun Ce sighed sadly and hung up the phone. In front of him was a two-story old building, located on the intersection side of the street, with what seemed to be an attic on the top. The house number is written on a beautiful metal sign in front of this small building: 91 Dawson Street.
The silver-haired woman sent him directly to his destination, with a subtext that seemed to tell him to get out and leave.
"……Oh shit!"
Loss and decadence brewed in the young man's heart, mixed with fear, and gradually condensed into a wet, reasonless anger. What's the meaning? What did he do? What is a bad first impression? An extremely arrogant look. Are you overpowering me? If you dare, don’t save me!
He himself knew that he was thinking nonsense. All of this was just venting, and he was angry at his own ugliness and powerlessness. However, his emotions would not disappear due to reason, but would only become more dull and anxious...
Gongsun Ce sighed gloomily, thinking that a dastardly man like himself deserved to be unpopular. He pushed the door open with his usual self-blame and self-loathing. The door of No. 91 was locked.
He was tired of it, so he simply put his telekinesis through the crack in the door and opened the door for himself from the back. The interior space of No. 91 Dawson Street is larger than he imagined, and the furnishings are more classical than he imagined. The walls were covered with beige floral wallpaper, decorated with oil paintings that he couldn't appreciate. There were several canvas sofas beside the fireplace, and an unfinished book on the small round table.
"It's classy..."
Gongsun Ce sighed and closed the door. He took two steps and noticed a strange detail: there seemed to be no "lights" in the traditional sense in this room, only a few table lamps or wall lamps for auxiliary lighting. But the room is very bright, which obviously doesn't make sense...
Gongsun Ce's gaze stayed in the center of the first floor. A luxurious candlestick was placed on the table, with three candles flickering in flames. The light that illuminates the entire floor seems to come from this seemingly weak candle.
"Psychic armed lighting? It's very environmentally friendly... You're a big dog..."
Gongsun Ce was amazed. He was about to find a place to sit down, but suddenly he looked at the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. The light of the candlelight was very stable, illuminating all spaces within the first floor. He then saw a pair of feet as black as gray... Those feet were silently walking down the bottom step!
The landlord of the house? Doorman security? Various speculations emerged in Gongsun Ce's mind. The man seemed to have stepped onto the floor of the first floor without noticing him, with a mechanical stiffness in his movements. His whole body was exposed to the light, and he turned out to be a completely black human figure. His body seemed to be composed of countless tiny particles, and with every step he took, a wisp of black dust would disperse.
[The problem of slow update of new chapters can be solved by
He got something, and now the stolen goods are still in his hands! This is really Huangnihu in the crotch, things are going to be fucking big! Unfortunately, there wasn't much time left for him. Someone would definitely enter the house in less than 10 seconds, and he only had a few seconds left...!
·
"What happened?" Mo Yuankai asked.
"I...I don't know! I hope I'm wrong!" Jane held up the lantern and ran like a gust of wind, "This is too...oh my God...! How could there be a thief?!"
Orianna heard this and said anxiously: "Mr. Mo, please do not use your abilities, otherwise things will become difficult to explain!"
Mo Yuankai remembered the explanation on the plane and understood the other party's worries. He followed the knight's entourage, his movements slow, and there was a faint worry in his heart. When No. 91 Dawson Street arrived, Jane quickly opened the door and the three of them filed in.
"Don't move——!" As soon as Jane's scream came out, she stopped because of too much shock.
It was obvious that someone had broken into the house. A line of dirty footprints extended from the door to near the stairs. The house also seemed to have been rummaged by outsiders. The candlesticks placed on the small round table that had obviously been moved confirmed this. point. But these things are now irrelevant "auxiliary evidence", because the real ironclad evidence is placed carelessly on the sofa, which is darker than the iron stone in reality.
Gongsun Ce, who was dressed in black, was sitting on the sofa, leaning back on the backrest with his hands, crossing his legs carelessly, and his movements were as wild as he wanted.
He threw a gold-rimmed box with one hand and proudly spoke to the stunned expressions of the three people:
"Yes, I stole the thing!"
