"What do you think?" After returning home, Snow took off Made in Heaven and breathed a sigh of relief. The most troublesome situation he imagined did not happen, which saved him a lot of effort.
【True raving】(praise)!
The Heavenly Creation, which had watched Snow's efforts to persuade the prince and the witch to join the religion, made noises of approval and appropriate doubts at the same time.
"Are you kidding me? Other potions are just that. If the prince's 'talent' is insufficient and he loses control or goes crazy on the spot, then all the blame will be returned to us! We are not afraid of being targeted, but so
A good opportunity, are you really going to give it up? Just for a type of potion?"
[True raving].
"That's right, when doing things, you have to prioritize things. Opening the channel so that your power can come is the most important thing. As for the other things, they are all trivial matters, whether it is a witch or a prince, even if they are forced to
So what if you join? As long as you provide support for opening the channel, the rest is easy, right?”
[True raving].
"That's right, let's go, let's make the last hidden arrow."
【Really made foul language】!
…
On Tuesday morning, after enjoying a modest breakfast, Klein set off to the Kingdom Museum at No. 2 King's Avenue in Backlund's West District.
For Klein, who is half a historian, the museum actually has nothing to see, but it is different today.
Because today, there is a Russell Memorial Exhibition here.
He was wearing high silk clothes, holding a black cane, and wearing a double-breasted tweed gown. Like an elegant gentleman, he followed the tour guide around the exhibition halls.
He looked at Russell's note that was so hyped by the tour guide, but actually said "I'm going to be constipated". He looked at Russell plagiarizing Yeats's love letters and pirated Lego bricks. Then, his eyes suddenly froze.
There was a pause.
Because he noticed a familiar figure standing in front of the display cabinet of "Building Block Toys Invented by Emperor Russell for Children".
"Mr. Devil?" Although it was just a side profile, he was so handsome. Klein believed that he would never admit his mistake. However, he had no intention of coming forward to talk immediately, not just because he had not completed the investigation commission.
, and also because——
Beside him stood a female companion.
The lady was over 1.7 meters tall, with long chestnut hair that reached her waist. Her body proportions were staggering, but her clothes were a little weird.
The yellow cake skirt full of girlish style is paired with an old-fashioned bonnet with fine gauze. However, even if it covers most of the face, one can still infer the beauty of the woman from the perfect chin.
But at this time, she was not chatting with Mr. Devil, but was staring at the items in the display cabinet. Mr. Snow, who was beside him, also had a calm look on his face, which was different from the professional look on his face.
The smiling Mr. Snow looked completely different.
In fact, Klein is not sure that the two of them are together. The reason for this feeling is mainly because the temperaments of the two of them that are incompatible with other guests are too harmonious, and the distance between the two
, also happens to break the social distance between strangers.
The tour guide began to move towards the next exhibition hall, but Klein still didn't notice that the two of them had any intention to speak or move. After a slight hesitation, he followed the tour guide towards the next exhibition hall.
"It's better not to disturb you."
Although there was no reason, Klein still had this idea instinctively. And the moment the idea came up, Klein's psychological shadow returned again.
"Isn't it another high-level Beyonder?" Klein thought of Megoos again, his expression twitched slightly, but the next moment, another thought came to his mind -
"Mr. Snow seems to have the same secondary occupation as his ancestors..."
…
The passing by Mr. Fool did not cause the slightest change. Only the man and the woman were still staring at the items made by Emperor Russell for his children.
This kind of tranquility lasted for half an hour, and the woman wearing an old-fashioned soft hat suddenly said:
"You don't seem to have anything to say?"
"You pulled me up from my bed early in the morning and forcibly brought me here. After being silent for almost an hour, you asked me if I had anything to say?"
Snow sighed, keeping his serious and solemn expression, but he spoke words full of dissatisfaction.
"..." Huang Beibei did not respond to Snow's dissatisfaction. She just looked at Snow quietly with an expression of "you know what I want to ask".
Snow looked at the face that was somewhat serious even though it was separated by fine gauze, and at this distance, he finally sighed and said:
"Your majesty, your holy majesty Bernadette, if you have anything you want to ask, you can ask directly, but I really can't say anything about my hometown. It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it."
"I didn't intend to ask this." Bernadette shook her head. She just looked at the toys she had played with in the display cabinet and said with some confusion:
"I just want to know what he is thinking."
"..." Snow resisted the expression of "Subway old man's mobile phone.jpg" and just responded with silence. Seeing that he didn't speak, Bernadette sighed and said:
"You know, 'The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage.' I have also heard him say this. However, I think the context of his sentence is a bit 'stiff' compared to the situation in your book.
"
"Good guy!" Snow grinned inwardly, knowing in his heart that this man would not let go of those classic famous lines, but he still did not let go, just shook his head and said:
"You can ask him directly about these things after he is resurrected."
Bernadette left the showcase, not intending to continue the tour, but walked straight towards the exit. Snow followed her, and the two of them just went against the flow of people, but did not attract any attention.
When the two finally walked out of the Kingdom Museum, Bernadette suddenly stopped, and then asked in an unprecedented and somewhat fragile tone: "Can he really be resurrected?"
"Ms. Bernadette..."
"You can call me 'Huang Beibei'."
Looking at Bernadette's delicate face hidden under the fine gauze, Snow took a deep breath and said helplessly:
"Okay, Huang Beibei, if I misunderstood, I apologize first. Anyway, I want to state one thing -"
"I am not the one behind your father's resurrection, nor do I have amnesia."