"My condolences." Sean patted Moonlight on the back. They are now in the backyard of Yueguang's house. The pianist is wearing a black suit today.
Wiping her tears with a handkerchief, Moonlight squatted in front of the small coffin. The little wooden box was stuffed with cotton and sawdust. Miss White, the guinea pig, was lying inside, looking like she was asleep.
Miss White left yesterday afternoon and collapsed in her den after a lunch of biscuits.
"She is too old." Moonlight said. An ordinary mouse can live to be three years old, which is an advanced age, but Miss White lived to be four years old... Later, because White became old and became inactive, Moonlight did not take him with her as a little friend when she went on missions.
"I will never forget you, White..." Moonlight cried again, Sean glanced at Ivan,
"If you hadn't helped me get Winnie's pearl earrings, I wouldn't have known Winnie..." Winnie stood aside holding little Samo, looking sad.
"There are also Levin Town and Ocean City." Sean reminded from the side.
"If it weren't for Miss White, we would be dead."
"Yes, there are also Levin Town and Ocean City." Moonlight wiped her nose and said,
"White, you are our angel..." He turned to Sean: "Sean, do you think God also hates mice? Is there a paradise for mice?"
"Yes." He patted him on the shoulder.
“All good will come together in one heaven, whether of man or mouse.”
"Then we will meet again, White." Moonlight cried for a while, then closed the lid of the coffin with her own hands and buried Miss White in the newly dug hole in the backyard.
He even made a tombstone for it, which clearly read: "Miss White, 1922-1926." The moonlight on his face was full of sadness when he returned to everyone, and he took Samo and hugged her.
Samo, who had been looking at everything curiously with his big eyes open, reached out and gently touched his father's face, as if he wanted to wipe away the tears.
·The Explorer Center, in the Hall of Thousand Faces. Frederic W. Nietzsche stood in the center of the hall, leaning on his black cane in one hand, with the badge of authority on his chest shining brightly.
Behind him were the silent masks on the wall, seemingly watching everything happening here.
Nietzsche took something from his inner suit pocket. It was a ghost card. There was a clown in an ancient style on the card, black and white.
That is the Explorer playing card that represents the black Joker level. Using this playing card, you can use Ace level combat power.
In the entire Explorer level system, only the red Joker has higher authority than this card. He raised the black card, and after releasing his fingers, the card was still hanging quietly in the air, as if it was embedded in the air.
At this time, several pairs of eyes were staring at it.
"As the president of the Explorers Association, according to the rules, I can no longer serve as an Explorer. Therefore, I will retire today.
“After retiring, the remaining days of this year will be the final stage to determine the black Joker.
"Until the end of the year, the Ace level with the highest Explorer points will inherit this Black Joker card." Seven years after Nietzsche won this title, the battle for the Black Joker has finally begun again.
All Aces have this qualification. In the hall, in front of Nietzsche, almost all the active Aces of the association have arrived.
"The Detective" Arthur Merlin.
"Returning Dorothy" Mary Dorothy.
"Aviator" Walter Hughes.
"Sister" Alvey Lillis.
"Ringsiwind" Mia Flanlen. Explorer points will determine who is the new Black Joker in the end, and what affects the Explorer points the most is the completion
Number of "Epic Quests". Walter Hughes, who has been secretly competing with Arthur, knows that in terms of points and remaining time, although the Ace class is qualified for the final selection, the real
There are actually only two "preparatory Jokers". One is naturally Arthur Merlin, and the other is not himself.
The door of the Thousand Faces Hall was pushed open, and a tall silhouette was projected in by the light outside the door.
"I'm late." The man had a low but beautiful voice. The latecomers came over step by step.
His steps were steady, and his burly figure was covered with a priest's black robe with armor plates mounted on it. On the back of the black robe, you could faintly see that it belonged to the Holy Palace.
The halo diamond-shaped logo of "Judgment Faction". His silver-white hair was combed back into a bun, and his tanned face had horrific scars.
If I were to tell the origins of those scars one by one, the listeners would probably be so shocked that their eyes would widen. In the darkness he passed by, he seemed to be able to see pairs of faint wolf eyes flickering.
"The Last Werewolf" Van Helsing. He is the only serious competitor to Arthur Merlin.
All seekers know that the Bloodborn are an anti-Kean entity with an ancient history. And for the glory of Keane, the man in front of him
The "blood hunter" led his Yuanyue family to fight for more than thirty years, and finally hunted down this legendary powerful creature.
Bloodborn has become a legend in this world. The price is that the members under the Yuanyue family crest also wither away.
Van Helsing became the world
"The Last Werewolf". Because of such a fierce record, some people privately called it
"Keene's Hounds." He himself does not dislike this originally slightly insulting title. If there is one person who is the most chilling in the Ace class, it is probably this legend.
Due to his seniority and record, even Arthur was unwilling to take the initiative to conflict with him. Arriving among the powerful men, he stood in the middle without hesitation, standing next to Arthur.
"Above. Ladies and gentlemen, please seize the last moment and try to inherit this black card. You will like the feeling of owning it." After saying the last words, Nietzsche walked into the darkness and disappeared.
Only the ancient playing card still exists quietly in the air, accepting the gazes of several top explorers.
After taking a look at the ghost card, Van Helsing looked at Arthur Merlin, as if the other Aces behind him did not exist: "Arthur, you just want to be the Joker?" If Merlin succeeds, he will become the youngest Joker in the history of the association. Card.
"Why not give it a try?" Arthur tried to confront Van Helsing. The opponent's body not only contains mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but also the purest, majestic will of the Holy Judgment.
Confronting it is not an easy task. In front of the last werewolf, the detective's experience seemed a little thin.
"Maybe it's dangerous to covet a position that doesn't belong to you? Maybe you need to keep that Ace by your side for a few more years?" Joker can recruit Ace in special times.
One cannot imagine how Van Helsing accepted the call of any explorer except Roland and Nietzsche.
It's not that he is greedy for power, it's just that he has his own order in his heart.
"Mr. Van Helsing, although I respect you very much, I will still give it a try." Their points were very close.
In the last two months or so, I'm afraid I will start preparing to sprint for another project.
"Epic Quest". Those who successfully complete it will become the second-ranked explorer. Of course, if both legends actually reduce the number of epic entries, there will be a final review, and the president level will determine the more precise value of the mission.
In short, the competition has reached its final stage.
"Very good." Van Helsing nodded. He turned around,
"Aviator" and
"Returning Dorothy" had to step out of the way to let the veteran go. Watching the halo-shaped rhombus gradually move away, the atmosphere in the hall was a little awkward. Ling Sifeng looked around with his big eyes under his spectacles. The red-clothed follower of the will coughed: "This That guy is kind of scary, isn't he?"
