"Thank you for your advice, man." Sean patted the thief on the shoulder.
"I will consider this matter carefully." There seems to be no suspense about the outcome of the president election. The powerful enemy Sean will eventually face will no longer have a title.
The "Black Joker" is the president of the New Testament Exploration Association. He didn't know what his career as a explorer would be like next, but he could only let himself accept this fact in advance.
However, he knew that even if Phillips no longer held the position of president, both Arthur and the old president himself would still support him.
Nietzsche would not use public weapons to summon Aces to deal with him. This is not a situation to despair over.
Take it one step at a time. Sean thought so. The gathering with the King's Club was over, and Sean, who was not very interested in socializing, returned to the team members.
Eating snacks and drinking lemonade in the corner, Sean observed that many unexpected people also appeared at the venue.
Mr. Newpoint is also here, wearing a black tuxedo and a queen-level bodyguard.
The "Blood Priest Lord" was right behind him. He seems to be at home in the outside world, but he seems a bit different in such an occasion.
It seems that he has been trying to talk to Vice President Elliot, but has never been able to find an opportunity. The people from the Yundian cocktail party are here.
Not Rockefeller, but the Morgan brothers. They had been chatting eagerly with Nietzsche, smiling broadly.
Suddenly a burst of sacred music played by the organ sounded in the venue, and everyone fell silent and turned their heads to look towards the entrance.
Six holy boys in white clothes walked in, holding holy objects, magic balls and scepters wrapped in gold foil in their hands.
A tall man walked in next, wearing a pure white robe embroidered with golden flower spikes. The golden diamond-shaped frame hanging from his chest swayed from side to side as he walked.
He had a broad, rosy face, and his blond hair was meticulously combed back. He looks like a god from Nordic legends.
Two explorers, also dressed in white, guarded both sides. The masks were the guards of the Kingdom of God and the Saint of Dawn.
St. Chris arrived, one of the Six Saints and leader of the Grace sect. He is in charge of the communication between the divine court and the explorer system.
Sean didn't expect he'd show up at the pre-election drinks party. Before his arrival, Phillips, Nietzsche and Eliot had lined up to greet him.
The saint's body exudes a faint golden light, which makes people can't help but squint their eyes slightly. Moonlight frowned and took a step back unconsciously.
Sean turned to look at the venue. The explorers who relied on minority beliefs looked dim, and they all seemed to want to stay away from the leader of the Grace Sect.
Bishop Black Worm was like this, and so was the Blood Priest Lord. They obviously retreated a bit from the crowd. Sean felt okay, and the holy aura naturally exuding from Saint Chris did not cause him much trouble.
However, he made the torch of oath burn brighter in his soul. The Saint has a busy schedule, and he made a special trip to speak for the upcoming election.
He walked onto the podium and began to speak, and the entire venue was filled with that holy connotation. Moonlight tapped her toes a little restlessly.
He seemed to have thought of something and whispered to Sean: "I found that person. Instead of staying here, why don't we go see him?" Sean knew who Moonlight was talking about.
Head of the European Quest Association and honorary president of the New Testament side. He also came, but for some reason, he did not appear at the reception. Rather than listening to St. Chris's lengthy and boring speech, Sean really wanted to meet the legendary figure.
The four of them quietly exited the venue.
"How did you find him?" Yueguang pointed to her ear proudly: "I heard Phillips telling others that the man was also here, but because he was not used to crowded situations, he stayed alone to rest. In the room.”
"Then he doesn't want us to bother him?"
"Go and meet him." The moonlight walked quickly,
"Even if it's just a sneak peek, it's worth it." Along the corridor paved with dark red carpet, they came to the door of a lounge.
Moonlight glanced at Sean excitedly and nervously, and then he stepped forward and knocked on the door. He knocked on the door directly - the door was not closed and opened at some angles.
The pianist gently pushed the door open, and the scene in front of him instantly caught the attention of the four people. They saw a man sitting in front of a balcony, and outside the balcony was a New Testament night scene illuminated by moonlight and stars.
However, the night scene is not the real scene that we see every day, but is painted with a special brushstroke.
There are many short lines of paint, one after another, crowded together, making the entire mysterious night sky seem to become a constantly flowing river.
The moonlight and starlight seemed to be diffused in the river, and below the river, the light of the city seemed to be flowing slowly... just like this man's world-famous "Starry Sky".
The man didn't hear anyone knocking on the door. He stretched his hand to the sky, stained it with some dark blue paint, and was repairing and painting the scenery - he painted the stars and moon outside the balcony into a style unique to him. night view.
Sean and the four others stared blankly. Even explorers can't help but marvel at this scenery.
"Mr. Van Gogh." Moonlight called softly. The painter did not hear. He raised his hand, and his fingers were stained with a little starlight, and he devoted himself to observation, shining brightly.
"Mr. Van Gogh." His voice was tight but louder. The man forgot to apply starlight to the painting and turned his head in confusion.
It's the same face as in those self-portraits. Vincent van Gogh. He's just a little older, and those orange hair have turned gray.
He blinked: "Huh? Which one?"
"We are explorers attending a cocktail party. We heard that you are here and wanted to come and visit us. We found that the door was not closed..."
"Oh, it's okay." Van Gogh rubbed his fingers, and the stars drifted away like sparkling dust. He stood up,
"It's time to take a break. Come in and sit." Behind him, the river in the night sky was still flowing quietly.
Moonlight glanced at Sean as if she was frightened. Van Gogh was his favorite painter. He didn't expect that he and his party would be so presumptuous that he would invite them in.
Sean and the four of them sat on the bench.
"The water is boiling, let me make a pot of tea." He moved his fingers, his spiritual essence flowing like the wind, and placed the tea set firmly in front of everyone.
Sean had never seen such tactics. He made enough tea and poured it into everyone's cups. In front of the clear night sky, he leaned back on his chair and drank tea comfortably: "How far has the party gone?"
"Saint Chris is speaking."
"Oh, then you came at the right time." Moonlight smiled.
"Your paintings are so beautiful."
"Thank you." Van Gogh smiled and said
"I just use paint to express the world in my eyes." Why do the night sky and stars and moon flow like water?
This is beyond the imagination of any ordinary person. However, with his profound spiritual vision, he could occasionally see such a stunning scene.
When you see the truth, you will know that the world is actually fluid. Sean was horrified to find that Moonlight actually took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" Van Gogh asked.
"It's nothing. I'm really happy to see you in person."
"No, I'm just a 'weirdo' who loves to draw - are you a pianist?"
"Yes, sir."
"It's a beautiful night. How about playing a song?"
"Okay, Mr. Van Gogh." Moonlight rubbed her nose with a handkerchief and adjusted her mood. He looked at the scenery outside the window and played the first note and a series of notes.
He seemed to be inspired by Van Gogh's brushwork, turning the notes into small sections, small sections, flowing but integrated expressions, and playing the same leisurely, quiet, fleeting but permanently solidified scenery as outside the balcony. .
The night sky is flowing and the sound of the piano is leisurely. They didn't speak, just drank tea slowly.
