The bright light spilled from the ceiling, illuminating the bright white wall. Wearing loose clothes with blue and white vertical stripes, Alvin walked to the door carefully and looked at the corridor through the small window above, full of vigilance and wariness.
Seeing that there were only people in similar clothes walking back and forth in the corridor, Alvin's eyes glittered. He turned around and came to another bed in the room. Patting the sleeping man on it softly, he called in a low voice, "Clement! Clement! "
The man retreated reflexively and looked at Alvin warily with his eyes that were burning like flames. "What … What are you doing?"
His speech was as slurred as a beginner's child.
"Clement, stop pretending. Nobody is watching outside. It's time for us to discuss how to escape from here and recover our strength." Alvin looked at his partner in front of him sincerely and eagerly. A pair of pure white wings extended out of the special cracks on his clothes and unfolded in the room.
The man with the fiery eyes revealed a hint of disgust and mumbled, "I … I'm not Clement. I've said it many times! They … they told me that I'm Mike McLeod. I'm an … an excellent sorcerer, a great alchemist, and a man destined to create miracles! "
As if he had said it too many times, the last half of his sentence was much more fluent than before.
"You!" Alvin shouted in shock and fury, "You're not pretending? How can you forget your noble and sacred identity? We are the Lord's angels! We are the lives closest to true gods! We are the nobles who can destroy and save this world! "
He could not control his voice for a moment.
The man who called himself McLeod was scared by such a roar and crouched at the corner of the bed like a child. "I … I won't talk to you anymore. You're a bad … bad guy!"
Looking at the "childish" expression on the mature and handsome angel, Alvin could not hide his disappointment. He shook his head in pity. "You … You've really forgotten. How did it become like this? Am I the only one who still remembers the Lord and the glory of the past? Do I still want to return to Mountain Paradise …"
The more he talked, the sadder he became. Alvin opened the door and walked into the corridor, pacing back and forth to relieve his feelings.
He paid no attention to the unfamiliar people around him. This was the pride of a Blazing Angel. He had once tried to escape from this place where he and the others were imprisoned, but his strength was sealed by an unimaginably terrifying force, and he was easily captured by the magicians guarding the place.
At this moment, a blond man wearing loose clothes with blue and white vertical stripes walked over and looked around vigilantly. When he passed by, he whispered to Alvin, "God."
Alvin was startled, and then he was overjoyed. They still remembered the Lord? They were devout followers of the Lord who had been captured by the magicians.
Thus, he nodded lightly in reply to the man.
The man pointed forward with his right hand, indicating that he should follow him.
Alvin observed the surroundings and followed the man to another room.
"You still remember the Lord?" Alvin closed the door and asked joyfully.
"Hahahaha!" The golden-haired man's cautious expression faded away. He placed his hands on his hips and laughed. "I always believed that there was someone who still remembered me. I was the one and only True God who ruled the heavens and earth. Today, I will pass on my Dao to you!"
Alvin looked at him in shock, and then fury surged in his heart. "A lunatic!"
His physical strength was quite strong. He pushed the man to the wall and then returned to the corridor. His heart was inexplicably bleak, sad, and dispirited. "Lord, have they all forgotten you? Will your miracles never descend on the earth again?"
"Shh." A black-haired man who was squatting in the corner and shivering put his index finger to his lips.
He was also wearing clothes with blue and white vertical stripes.
"You still remember the Lord?" Alvin asked casually without much hope.
The man looked around in fear and said in a very low voice, "I remember. I was a devout follower of the Lord. I was captured here and tortured for a big secret. Shh. Don't look at me like that. Those evil magicians are hiding around and observing."
His body trembled even more violently, as if he would be immediately captured and tortured by the magicians if he walked out of this corner.
"You really remember?" Alvin asked in surprise.
The man drew a cross in front of his chest solemnly. "Only Truth lives forever!"
Alvin felt that his eyes were covered in mist. He drew the cross solemnly and solemnly. "May your path walk on earth as it walks in your kingdom."
The black-haired man beckoned Alvin over. "Since we are both devout followers of the Lord, I'll tell you the big secret. Find a way to escape and then come to my rescue."
Alvin squatted next to the black-haired man solemnly and asked in a low voice, "Will the magicians hear us?"
The black-haired man smiled proudly. "I've set up the most powerful and best defense in the entire world in this corner. It's the safest place. That's why I'm hiding here!"
Alvin looked around at the empty surroundings in confusion. Why can't I feel the existence of the defense? Just because my strength is sealed doesn't mean that my talent ability is gone!
The man ignored him and whispered to his ear, "I'll tell you the secret."
"Okay." Alvin had no time to think about the defense. He listened to the secret attentively.
The black-haired man lowered his voice. "In fact … In fact, I am the God of Truth!"
Huh? Alvin stared at him, dumbfounded. The black-haired man's expression became pitiful and holy. "I came to earth to save this filthy world. You are the first mortal to know my identity. I confer you as my angel …"
Before he could finish his words, two men in black magic robes walked over, grabbed the black-haired man, and dragged him forward.
"Find a way to escape and then come to my rescue!"
"I will burn myself on the cross to save this filthy world!"
Alvin was still dumbfounded. One of the magicians cast a spell and silenced the black-haired man. Then the magician said coldly, "It's time to take your medicine."
"Lunatics! Everyone here is a lunatic!" Alvin thought bitterly and angrily. "Damn the magicians! How dare they lock us, the holy angels, together with a bunch of lunatics! How abominable! How blasphemous! "
At this time, the other two magicians came and held Alvin. "Ms. Rachel wants to see you."
Alvin did not struggle, because he knew that it was useless.
As he walked, he accidentally kicked a man lying on the ground.
However, the man, who was also wearing blue and white striped clothes, did not make a sound and tried to maintain his original position.
"I'm sorry." Alvin apologized politely, but the man did not respond.
When Alvin was puzzled, the magician next to him laughed in a low voice. "Don't worry about him. Corpses can't talk or feel pain."
"He's a dead soul?" Alvin did not think so. He was clearly a living person!
The magician chuckled. "He thinks that he is a rotten corpse without intelligence, so …"
"What kind of people are they?!" Alvin felt that he was going crazy.
Walking through the complicated corridor, Alvin was taken into an elegantly decorated room. There was an ordinary-looking but energetic woman in the room.
The woman sitting behind the desk looked up at Alvin with her flaxen eyes and smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"Not so good." Fixed on the chair opposite, Alvin replied cautiously.
The sorcerer badge on Rachel's chest had turned into nine black circles, and the arcana badge had eight silver stars. She nodded and said, "That's normal. You keep your original memories and cannot be erased like Mr. McLeod and the rest of them and reconstruct their personalities based on historical data, because it's easy to erase your original memories too. Even Mr. Evans is not certain."
"You erased their memories!" Alvin was both shocked and infuriated.
Rachel frowned in confusion. "It's a normal recovery and research process. As a matter of fact, after you recover to a certain stage, Mr. Evans is confident that he can erase Alvin's personality and memories without hurting your original memories. Wait a moment. What's your name right now?"
"I'm Alvin! You evil sorcerers not only locked the normal and holy angels with lunatics, but also tried to erase all my memories! "Alvin struggled hard, but he was bound by the magic iron rings.
Rachel tapped the table softly. "It seems that there's something wrong with the last treatment, which caused the relapse. Well, Maskelyne, no, Alvin, take the medicine together later."
"Maskelyne …" As if struck by lightning, Alvin's head was in a mess, as if another him was fighting against himself in his heart.
"Although the cause of your current situation is' unusual ', your condition is not complicated. It's a classic case of split personality. I'll talk to Maskelyne later and see if he's willing to keep the fusion or eliminate it completely." Said Rachel without changing her expression.
"I … I'm a lunatic?" Alvin felt that his head was exploding.
At this moment, a few sorcerers walked in with sky-blue drugs in their hands.
Rachel nodded and said to the sorcerers, "Remember, you can't stop taking his medicine."
Alvin drank the medicine at a loss, when he suddenly saw the nameplate on Rachel's desk. "Deputy Director of the Fifth Research Institute of the Congress of Magic — Green Mountain Recovery Center …"
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