"So they have now returned to a higher dimensional existence?"
Although he had some understanding, considering the current situation, Fu Qian did not make any impulsive attempts and just continued the consultation.
"Normally yes."
It is a pity that the Pope, who always answers questions when asked, actually smiled slyly and became the Riddler when faced with this question.
"Here we are."
Before the Templar could protest, she had already stopped, gestured to look forward, and asked questions.
"Familiar?"
"Of course, I'm still working the night shift here!"
Fu Qian looked at the square in front of him and the familiar buildings not far away, and answered with an extremely confident tone.
This is undoubtedly the first stop for hurricane rescue, the art museum where I turned into a worm and appeared.
Although it is slightly different from ancient Laertin, its basic characteristics have not changed. Fu Qian can even draw its structure in his mind in an instant.
As for why he knew, what the witch asked just now was how he got here, and why the witch knew, and he knew that she was asking about this place. The answer was consistent and simple - this is where the painting is collected.
Regardless of whether it is still here or not, for the two of them, there is no other more meaningful place in this city.
"Also as the Dark Moon Apostle?"
The investigation work after the Witch's awakening was indeed meticulous, and even the new professional circuits developed during the hurricane rescue period were mastered.
Faced with the confident answer before her, she asked back almost instantly.
"The Seventh Apostle Encore."
He admitted this very sincerely before paying it forward, and even added detailed information about the Shepherd of the Lamb.
"How many more are there?"
Regarding such an active act of spreading her own gospel, Dark Moon Pope Nilgoria was not in a hurry to show her attitude. She just leaned closer and stared at Fu Qian and asked.
"There are only five, but the names and races are still blank. You can fill them in as appropriate."
Of course, he understood beforehand that the choice was left to the leader, and emphasized it immediately without changing his face.
Although in fact, his face does not yet have the function of changing color.
"If you need to provide reference, I also have some alternatives here."
"I will ask you to provide it when needed."
The witch seemed very confident in the authority of the foreign knight's vest.
Sighing at the next moment, she chose to walk to the art museum to receive edification.
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Although compared with the apoptotic life, Laertin's devastation in time was actually milder than normal.
But even so, artworks that lack human maintenance still show their fragile side.
After entering the art museum, the witch ascended slowly and slowly, and Fu Qian was fully influenced by the dilapidated art.
Along the way, the layout of the art museum has not changed much, and I didn’t even find a single exhibit that was still in good condition—including in front of me.
Unsurprisingly, the witch stopped at a familiar corner.
And what was hanging there was actually a familiar work - a world in the painting with his own bloody handprints on it.
Even compared to the last time I saw it, I couldn't see any changes.
However, since it is not very intact, it still conforms to the previous statement.
"It seems to have regained a bit of its former glory. Now it's an entrance?"
The witch said nothing after arriving at her destination, looking like she was seriously appreciating the art.
But Fu Qian, who had seen her calligraphy works, was not intimidated by this gesture, and instantly understood the essence of testing his observation skills.
And his words are not nonsense. As someone who has observed the subject from a god's perspective, his understanding of the painting in front of him is pixel level.
Compared with the last night shift, there are obviously a few more things in the latter.
"Yes, although there were many other options, I finally felt it was appropriate to put it here."
As expected, the witch's artistic life attitude collapsed in a second, confirming Fu Qian's judgment.
"Soon, the real starry sky will gaze upon the world unobstructed. It is best to leave only an entrance."
The next moment she shook her head slightly, her tone not optimistic.
"Understood. Speaking of which, the last time I preached the gospel, I showed the lambs the unobstructed dark moon."
Fu Qian recalled his experience in the foggy town.
Compared with the false stars created by the law, the symbol of the witch's power that emerged after hard work gave people a distinctly different feeling.
"This is one of the reasons why I think mother and law may have a lot to do with each other."
The witch didn't seem surprised by what she said before, and it seemed that she was obviously aware of this "big event".
"The Dark Moon, the symbol of power derived from Him, seems to be the only exception that is not blocked by the law."
"You don't even need my cooperation, you can achieve a short-term influence and appear."
Strange indeed.
From this point of view, in the design of the perfect masterpiece of the law, Dark Moon seems to be more than just an imprisoned thermal coal character.
While agreeing with the witch's judgment, Fu Qian felt that the situation was even more magical.
If he wasn't being hunted, could it be that the law reappeared many years later and contained some of that person's will?
"At least for now, there is no trace that He still exists."
The witch seemed to understand what Fu Qian was thinking, and shook her head again while sighing.
"And no matter what means the law is used to reappear, it has been operating and growing for a long time before today, and it will soon come to an end with my death."
The witch admitted straightforwardly that she could not hold on much longer before, but the witch did not hide her doubts.
"However, until now, I have not found any suspicious changes. It is difficult to believe that it is a targeted conspiracy."
Sure enough, as mentioned before, mother is just a title, and a more accurate description is the root and seed. When the witch analyzes the situation, there is no fetters of family affection.
"If there must be a subjective intention, to attract back the predators who have left?"
Regarding this confusion, Qian Fu casually provided some thinking aids.
"Since the stars are so dangerous, if there is such a movement here, there is still a certain probability that it will attract attention, right?"
"Although the time is relatively short, it cannot be completely ruled out...but what is the meaning?"
The Witch did not deny taking the risks mentioned above.
"I don't know, but if bad luck leads to something, maybe we can get some information from the subsequent reactions."
"For inevitable risks, it is indeed an optimistic attitude."
While praising the Templar once again, the witch walked straight forward, walking towards the painting while not forgetting to use strange words to give her instructions.
"Okay, it's time to go to the next place, hold on tight and don't fall."
This chapter has been completed!