At the same time, in an orphanage of the church.
A blonde woman carrying drawing tools suddenly raised her head and looked at the blue sky in a daze.
Until her skirt was pulled by a chubby little fist, the woman came back to her senses. She squatted down with a smile and looked at the little girl who was not even five years old: "Ya Yi, what's wrong?"
"Sister Feng, Qi Gefei can't hold on any longer."
The soft and tender voice, as well as the coy action, and the pleading eyes, fell into the eyes of the woman, and she immediately smiled like a flower.
The woman hugged Ya Yi and rubbed Ya Yi's soft face with all her strength. After a while, she let go of her.
Then she looked at the other side, at Qi Gefei who was standing on the side of the fountain.
Qi Gefei was the same age as Ya Yi. Because he had been standing in the same position for a long time, his face was red, and there were tears in his eyes. He looked like he was wronged. However, no matter how wronged he was, he could not cry. Grandpa Dean said that boys should not cry, not to mention Ya Yi was beside him.
It was not easy for him to pose in this position in front of Ya Yi to show his "manliness", so he must not embarrass himself.
However, perhaps because he had been standing for too long and the sun was scorching, his face was red, and the steam from his sweat was surging up. Siegfried felt dizzy for a while, and after a black light flashed, he fell into the fountain, raising a splash.
After a while, Qi Gefei, who was diagnosed with heatstroke, was brought back to the dormitory by a nun.
Qi Gefei's face was gloomy. Not only did he not show his manliness in front of Ya Yi, but he also embarrassed himself. His heart was filled with sadness.
The nun thought that Qi Gefei was sad because he did not get the painting, so she gently comforted him: "It's okay that you did not get the chance to paint this time. I have asked, Painter Feng will come again next week. At that time, when you are better, it will not be too late to paint. "
Siegfried hummed in response unhappily.
On the other side, the blonde woman who kissed Ya Yi's little face and sent Ya Yi away, Painter Feng, suddenly felt her ear stud move.
"You … …"
"Don't talk first." Feng interrupted the voice beside him and jumped onto the statue in the middle of the fountain. "Tell me what you want."
A teasing voice came from the earring. "My dear old friend Mirafaele, I never knew that you were so interested in women's clothing."
The blonde woman was none other than Magic Painter Mirafaele Feng. She shrugged and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. This church only allows pure and flawless girls to enter. Besides, as an artist, it's very interesting to experience art from a woman's perspective. "
"I don't understand this art of yours." "I remember that your target is the Third Princess of the Okaleg Royal Family, the Kingdom of the Heart in the Shell World, right? How did you end up in the Kingdom of St. Elsa? "
Feng replied. "I got the mysterious item from Tasia half a day ago. But when I was about to return, I heard some rumors about the Kingdom of St. Elisa. That's why I came here."
"Some rumors?"
"I can't tell you the details yet. But the whole kingdom is shrouded in a strange atmosphere. I have a feeling that I will encounter something incredible here." Feng looked at the fountain below him. The strange atmosphere would not spread to the water. That was why he chose to stand on the statue in the middle of the fountain.
"Another mysterious item?" There was an exclamation from the earring. At the same time, it was accompanied by a strong sense of jealousy. "A remote world in the Age of Chaos can give birth to two mysterious items?"
"I don't know if it's a mysterious item. I need some time to investigate … … After all, mysterious items bring not only opportunities, but also unknown dangers." Feng recalled that he spent 15 years to get the "Curoyd's Lament" from Tasia. He just wanted to observe Tasia and prevent any danger from happening.
But the "Curoyd's Lament" on Tasia's body originated from a part of her bones. That was why he spent a long time observing it. If the mysterious item here existed alone, then he did not need to wait for so long.
After pausing for a while, Feng said, "I will tell you about this in the future when I have accurate information. Renekton, why are you looking for me?"
Suddenly, there was a crackling sound from the earring. It seemed to be the sound of an explosion and a long hissing sound of air leaking.
After a while, Renekton panted and said in a sad tone, "My old friend, I have an extremely unfortunate news to tell you. My experiment failed again."
"Ever since you wanted to artificially create a mysterious item, when have your alchemy experiments ever succeeded?" Feng complained. "And, what does this have to do with me?"
Renekton said, "You are my closest friend. You can't empathize with me. I am so disappointed … … Sigh, if I can get the Dark Magic of the Odoros Death Faction, I might be able to come into contact with the mysterious realm."
"Okay, okay, I know what you mean. Next time when I go back, I will find a way to apply for the right to use the Book of Kael and help you find the Dark Magic." Feng said in a bad mood. Then he said, "Don't tell me you are looking for me because of this?"
"Of course not." After getting Feng's promise, Renekton immediately smiled and talked about the serious matter.
"I just received the latest news. According to the surveillance, not long ago, in the Barren Plane of the Abyss World, a Demon God's true spirit fell." Renekton said, "I know you hate the Demon Gods. Also, the Barren Plane is connected to the Southern Region Sorcerer World. So, after receiving the news, I came to tell you immediately."
After Renekton finished speaking, he did not get a response from Feng.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"
After a while, Feng's voice came. "I know. Just now, when my agreement with the Book of Kael suddenly disappeared, I felt it."
"Your agreement with the Book of Kael? The fall of this Demon God's true spirit is related to you? " After Renekton finished speaking, he suddenly reacted. "That's right. You hate the Demon Gods so much. It makes sense that you would do something like this."
Renekton remembered that he had seen a book in Feng's bookshelf by chance.
The name seemed to be "Expedition into the Plane". It was a publication produced by a Sorcerer Alliance in the Southern Region called Frost Moon. On the title page of the book, there was a drawing by Feng — Doomsday. It described the scene of the end of the world after the Demon God of the Rising Sun descended.
Feng's hatred for the Demon Gods was obvious. Renekton guessed that it might be related to Feng's experience in his early years. However, for a Sorcerer to reach his level, there would always be some snow in his life. When the snow melted, other than the Sorcerer himself, no one would know.
Feng was not willing to talk about the snow in his life. Renekton also respected him as a friend and did not ask about it.
Renekton said, "Alright, since it is your agreement with the Book of Kael, then it seems like the matter has been settled."
"The Demon God's shadow should have disappeared." Feng said calmly.
"I don't know what's the point of you doing this." Renekton muttered, "Since you already know, then I won't say anymore. I am prepared to continue trying. Maybe I can succeed without using the legendary Dark Transformation Spell. However, I don't have much money left to rent a safe Mystery Item. This is so troublesome … When you come back, remember to lend me the Mystery Item to study for a few days. "
"Alright."
Renekton's voice gradually disappeared. Feng raised his head and looked at the sky quietly. It was as if he could see the Abyss World far away.
"Artist Feng, why did you climb up there?" After a long time, an old priest walked over.
Feng blushed and jumped down from the statue in the middle of the fountain. "Uh, I accidentally spilled ink on the statue. I came up to wipe it off."
"Is that so?" The old priest's eyes were filled with suspicion. However, compared to jumping up the statue, he was more suspicious of another matter.
Just two hours ago, this artist who called himself Feng came to the orphanage and said that he wanted to draw pictures for the children for free. Once he started drawing, he would continue for half a year.
This was supposed to be a good thing. However, he heard from the nuns that Feng was asking them about something.
"I heard from the nuns that you are asking about the Saint Selection Association?"
…
Not long ago, the Abyss, the Barren Plane.
The Sealed Continent under the tree's shadow.
Gregory would probably never forget this scene for the rest of his life.
The tall figure with long blonde hair stood quietly under the tall and lustrous green tree.
The dark and silent sky, the trembling brownish-red land, and the fire tornado rising from the ground were the background of this scene.
It was deeply engraved in Gregory's mind.
After an unknown period of time, when Gregory was still immersed in whitewashing the memories in his heart, a voice suddenly sounded.
"What a mess."
It was not the owner's voice, nor did it come from Bobota.
This voice was very special. It did not enter the medium of air. Instead, it was like a spiritual ripple that directly entered his mind. Gregory did not know what language it was speaking, but he understood the meaning behind it. However, it was different from spiritual ripples because it had the texture of a voice.
It was hard to tell if it was male or female. It was very cold, like a drop of water falling on a smooth and cold porcelain surface.
When Gregory heard this voice, he felt as if he had arrived in a world of ice and snow.
Who was speaking? Gregory turned his head and finally fixed his gaze on the golden-haired figure.
There was no one else here. The owner seemed to have fainted. Bobota was also lying on the ground without moving. The only one who could speak was … him.
As a new worshipper, Gregory suddenly felt a little excited. After all, the Demon God's True Spirit had asked him many times before, but he had never spoken. This was the first time he had spoken!
Right, what did he say just now … Mess? What mess?
While Gregory was puzzled, he saw the blonde figure suddenly reach out his hand. Light spots slowly poured down from the tree formed by the True Spirit's Power.
It was like fireflies flying around, or like stars falling from the sky like water.
Finally, these green light spots gathered in the blonde figure's hand.
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