Asked Arthur to borrow his heavy pen. After all, Sean wasn't going to sign the teenager's autograph with his scarlet pen.
"Are you sure?" He placed the queen of hearts playing card on the white tablecloth.
"Signed on the poker?" Bluebird nodded.
"Okay." Sean shrugged, signed his name at the top, and then handed the pen to Moonlight.
After all four people signed, Bluebird took the card with great care and gently dried the ink on it...even if he was later promoted to King, these writings would remain on the card.
"You didn't even ask for my autograph as a teacher." Sharon Mansfield said pretending to be angry.
Bluebird smiled contentedly: "When you see the teacher every day, why would you ask for an autograph?" When the master and apprentice walked away, Sean would look at the boy from time to time.
What a lovely and outstanding young man. For some reason, Sean even had the idea to ask Bluebird to join him
The idea of "Ark". He felt the source of this idea carefully. On the one hand, it is pure appreciation of talent.
One more than myself
The "evil" newcomer has gained the favor of the Ace class, and its future achievements can be imagined; on the other hand, there is still some faint worry.
Sean knows best that the sharper the blade, the easier it is to break, and the more ferocious the tree, the easier it is to be damaged by the wind... Things in the world are like this, the more prominent the rise, the more terrifying the challenge will be.
What cannot be suppressed is the desire to protect outstanding young people.
"How did you find him?" Sean asked Arthur as the two of them were still watching the bluebird from a distance.
"Sharon found out." Arthur,
"This kid has just been promoted to Jack level, and he doesn't form a team with anyone. Somehow, he broke into the moon phase corridor alone..." Sean and Yueguang couldn't help but blinked.
The Moon Phase Corridor is a strange and mysterious room that not all explorers are qualified to enter. According to legend, its birth came from the crazy imagination of a great artist who pursued purity and perfection.
Moreover, this spiritual world continues to absorb all kinds of almost crazy artistic inspiration... There are terrible dangers lurking everywhere, and even King-level people must be careful when entering it.
A newly promoted Jack breaks into it?
"It's not just about breaking into it." Arthur seemed to hear Sean's doubts again and squinted his eyes.
“In the Moon Phase Corridor, he found a lake full of spirituality and practiced by the lake. It was a very incredible method of cultivation. He used various metaphors and words to describe his interaction with the lakeside scenery. The feeling constantly impacts the essence of the spirit and his soul. And because of this, he grows at a terrifying speed..."
"After all, the cloister is dangerous. That kind of practice is actually very dangerous. It often pushes the soul to the edge of losing control. No mature explorer will take that method. However, to him, it is like a game. Sharon When he sensed and rushed to the lake, the boy's spiritual energy actually resonated with the lake...
"After he completed his training, Sharon approached him and asked him where he learned this soul-tempering method. Do you know what he said?"
"What?"
"He said that he thought of it himself! He found a way to enter the corridor and realized it by the lake!
"——Think about it, he's just a fucking Jack! What else can you say? A child prodigy!" Arthur took a sip of brandy.
“Let’s just wait to be surpassed by him.
"Oh no," Arthur blinked, seeming to recall the past,
"I used to be called a child prodigy." He smiled and turned around to add some wine. Prodigies...there are so many prodigies.
Sean couldn't help but frowned irritably and took a sip of lemonade. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the venue changed.
People suddenly became more excited. Sean and others turned around and saw someone walking in. Frederic W. Nietzsche.
With a steady smile on his face, he greeted those who were looking at him.
"The boss is here." Moonlight held a glass of White Russian cocktail and stared at the black Joker in the distance.
People were moving closer to the prosperous vice-president, like sand falling towards the lowlands. But there were a few stubborn rocks in the sand that stood still, just a pair of eyes staring like wolves.
Four people in Eternal Night Ark. They had neither reverence nor fear for the Black Joker. They just watched quietly in the tide of enthusiasm, recalling that encounter in the northern forest.
Through the crowd, Nietzsche saw Sean and his party. He smiled and nodded slightly. Sean also raised the lemonade in his hand.
Tick tock, tick tock, time passes. The black sun has now turned into a crescent moon. While watching Nietzsche arrive, Sean noticed something strange.
He couldn't tell where exactly it was for a moment, but when he looked carefully, he realized that there was silver light shining through the window.
The light was spotless and too deserted. After walking around and changing the angle, I saw that it was the silver glow of the moon.
For Sean, the moonlight was too bright. As Nietzsche arrives, the moon shines in full bloom... What does this symbolize?
When Sean frowned and thought, a strange scene suddenly appeared in front of him: the moon outside the window became obviously bigger, and the dazzling silver light shone diagonally through the balcony and the window... What was strange was that the moonlight actually illuminated the reception area. People's bodies are illuminated.
In the part illuminated by the moonlight, people's bodies turned into translucent smoke...undead? Sean blinked.
Tonight's moonlight seemed to reveal some kind of truth, exposing the true face of the lively crowd at the banquet... The moonlight swept past, and the bustling background was all gloomy.
A drinking party for the dead? ! How is this going? Those present tonight are all big names in the exploration world, and Arthur is also here!
Sean was in confusion. However, facing this strange scene, he did not try to use the golden flame to test everything he saw - there was no need to expose his trump card again, he had other options.
In the moonlight that illuminated everything and revealed the decay, Sean raised a finger. A drop of bright yellow water floated on his fingertips.
The elixir spring has more effects than imagined. Seeing what the former Witch Moon has become again in the spiritual root space
"spring". There were no more embarrassing skeletons and resentments, but a peaceful and warm spring... The drop of spring water soaked into his eyes. After Sean opened his eyes again, everything returned to normal.
The moon is not shockingly big, nor is the moonlight overpowering. Sean turned his face and looked at the mask that was half a wing not far away.
Sariel with broken wings. Fellow Kings Club. A dark red vertical eye opened on his mask.
"Sariye, don't play such silly games.
"Compared to this connotation, I have seen a purer aura of the dead." Sean thought. I once saw a glimpse of the original Death coming out of the black door in the brewery.
He conveyed that meaning. The Broken Wing Sariel sensed the meaning and closed the dead eye.
