No. 6 Mink Street, in the living room of a single-family house.
The messenger Samir's green vertical pupils looked directly into Weinerson's eyes, and he did not speak for a full minute.
Being stared at by an owl with human eyes, Weinerson felt a chill on his back, but he did not flinch or move his body, but looked back at the other person with a firm gaze.
"I smelled a strong mental power fluctuation from your body. Have you touched the extraordinary?" Finally, the messenger Samir spoke again. This time, his voice was low and gentle, without emotion.
Does even an owl know about the "spiritual master" path?
Weinerson was stunned, not knowing how to answer.
Last night, Officer Joseph clearly mentioned that Sequence Pathway 9 "Psychic Master" is not a good supernatural priesthood. To a certain extent, it is defined as a product of the failed path, and may belong to those who ignore dogs on the street. kind.
However, Jason’s notebook recorded that in order to watch the follow-up content, one must become a spiritual master of sequence path 9, and in the ancient times, it was rumored that the clergy of the “spiritual master” path were the most aggressive. Whether this was true or not, Fake, at least the blasphemy card he got in the mysterious and obscure old royal court was also a "spiritual master".
On the one hand, there is a failed sequence path that is not welcomed and ignored by all the street dogs. On the other hand, even the hidden existence that is suspected of being a god uses it as its own sequence path. This is full of contradictions in itself.
"Is there any problem with this?" Weinerson responded with a slight frown.
"no problem."
Owl Samuel used his beak to comb the gray feathers on his wings. After combing, he put the black hat back on his round head, then spread his wings, jumped up from the table, and paddled in the air. It formed a beautiful arc and finally landed on the bay window at the end of the living room.
"It's time for me to take my leave, Mr. Wienerson."
After saying that, Samuel waved his wings, and a powerful spiritual storm erupted immediately. The things around the oriel window were gradually blurred and distorted by the spiritual storm. It was like a strange thick-ink oil painting, the red ones became redder, and the green ones became darker. The greener ones became darker, the black ones became darker, and together with the owl, they disappeared in the blink of an eye.
distortion? The extraordinary ability to distort space?
A cool breeze blew in from outside the door, and Weinerson shivered suddenly. He didn't expect that even the messenger could distort space and enter the spiritual world. The key was an owl. This was really weird.
"Weinason, what are you doing?" Suddenly a clear female voice echoed in the living room and staircase corridor.
"...Erin?"
Weinerson turned his head subconsciously. His vision had not returned to normal under the erosion of the spiritual storm. He could only vaguely see Irene and Mies sitting on the leather sofa behind him, their eyes staring at him doubtfully.
"Where did you go just now? I didn't even see you when I came out of the bathroom just now."
Weinerson asked slightly nervously towards the blurry figure.
"What are you talking about? We have been sitting here, but you have been standing here since you came out of the bathroom, without looking back, and not paying attention to you."
Have you been sitting here?
In an instant, the air around him seemed to solidify.
Looking at his brother and sister sitting on the sofa in front of him, Weinerson's brain buzzed, and even his breathing became a little short.
Erin and Miss were behind me just now. They were sitting on the sofa chatting like that, but I couldn't see them when I came down?
It was that owl. It not only distorted my space, but also distorted the space where Irene and Mies were, creating an illusion, or a fantasy scene.
As his thoughts were spinning, Weinerson took a step back suddenly, turned around and looked back at the long table, looking at the letter placed on the table.
The dark red letter shell is printed with a hot gold rework pattern, and the four corners are glittering with silver flowers. There is a red lacquer seal at the crease of the letter, with an exquisite and intricate cross embossed on it.
A gust of cold wind blew into the living room from outside the door, rattling the iron ornaments placed on the table.
In just the blink of an eye, Weinerson's pupils expanded and expanded, reflecting the line of words written in the Gruen language that appeared on the surface of the letter.
Admission letter from St. Honorary College!
.........
In the North Cross District, in a single-family house not far from the Bergree Orphanage.
In the dark basement, dark green candles burned quietly, spreading dim light around them.
A young man with high cheekbones, low eyebrows and a slightly wretched appearance was standing in front of the dark red altar table. He looked at the middle-aged man opposite with a slight trepidation and said in an unsteady voice:
"Lord Fermat Bach, the bandage has lost contact since last night. He, his spiritual cards have been burned."
The middle-aged man named Fema Bach was shirtless and had a naked female angel tattooed on his chest. Under the dim candlelight, the beautiful angel with a beautiful face turned out to have dark cheeks for some unknown reason. His hair grew rapidly, and the white feather wings on his back withered into dry and cracked bones.
He raised his hand and touched the angel's bare chest. The angel tattooed on the skin immediately responded, showing an expression of greed and joy. His light brown eyes swept across Fermanbach's face and settled on this man. The wretched-looking young man seemed to be looking for something.
"Fei...Master Fimabach."
The young man's face turned frighteningly pale, and he immediately bent down tremblingly, lowered his head, and prostrated on the ground.
Angel Tattoo stared at the other person passionately for a few seconds, the lustful and restrained gazes appearing alternately, until finally he looked away with nostalgia, and the expression on his face changed from joyful and greedy to normal little by little. At this time, Fei Ma Baha said in a low voice:
"He's dead. The Night's Watch did it."
"A Sequence 3 priest couldn't kill a mortal, and was killed by the Night Watchman in the end. Rat, I remember that you and Bandage are members of the same team, right?"
"Lord Fermatbach, please calm down. This time I will go there in person. Please give me another chance...an opportunity. I will not let you down."
The wretched man named Mouse said this in an almost pleading tone. He pressed his whole body to the ground and wanted to burrow his body into the concrete floor.
"You don't have to be so afraid. I just think this thing is a bit strange. How did the young man named Vinassen Vandero escape from the bandage attack? And he should have been protected by the night watchman of the Honavitch Church now. It doesn’t make much sense whether you go or not.”
"They're all those nasty night watchmen, they're like wild dogs in the fields!"
The mouse hurriedly echoed, hoping that Master Fimabach would not think that it was his incompetence that caused the death of Bo.
Because from the beginning, solving the "last" person was a task for two people.
However, last night he secretly went to his mistress's house and spent the night sleeping with her while her husband was out on business.
It wasn't until dawn that he remembered that there was still a solution task that had not been completed, and at this time, his companion Bandage had already encountered an accident.
