This short word made Klein feel a roar in his ears. The crystal monocle almost immediately made a name appear in Klein's mind——
Amon!
The blasphemous family!
The original one, or the descendant?
Looking at the broad forehead, monocle, and thin face, Klein felt that it was probably him.
"King of Angels!"
Klein's first reaction was to jump into the sea and escape for his life, but the next moment, his reason regained the height of his IQ, and he realized that there was no point in even escaping.
"Don't panic. By the way, this may be the same as the one on Little Sun, just a clone! So if I go above the gray fog, can I use the previous method to eliminate him?"
"No, you can't think about it that way. Maybe his purpose is to let me go above the gray fog! Calm down! By the way, the old man in Leonard seems to be an angel of the Thief Path. The angels of the same path are mortal enemies. Maybe Amon
It’s for him! Join Leonard?”
"But it's too conspicuous to go to Leonard now, and Leonard doesn't know this identity. How can I prove that I am the real Klein? Even if he already knows that I am not dead, will he believe a faceless man?
?”
Klein's brain was running wildly, but the middle-aged man in the sky wearing a classical robe and old-fashioned soft fur had fallen down. There seemed to be countless shadows lingering in his eyes, and there seemed to be hidden layers and layers of shadows in his eyes.
A chaotic world.
As his gaze swept across, the malice subsided. He stepped forward and came to the piano that had stopped. He bowed slightly to the girl who was sitting on the piano bench and was about to get up, and stretched out his right hand.
Click four times in sequence from the chest down, up, right, and left, and said in a voice with some complicated emotions:
"Good day, my dear God."
"Good day, Saint of Secrets, may I know the purpose of your appearance here?" Integra stood up gracefully and nodded four times on his chest, but he did not use the honorific, and his tone was even condescending.
Although her position is only one of the twenty-two divine envoys, and her strength on paper is only sequence five, the opponent is one of only five saints in the Aurora Society.
But religious status cannot be determined purely by strength.
Integra holds the only true "holy object" of the Aurora Society, and is a divine scroller who is watched by the Lord. He is even qualified to perform for the Lord every day. Such a status is far from that of someone who defected from outside.
One that can be compared with saints.
Therefore, even if he is jealous of the other party's divine grace, even if he is stronger (?) than the other party, the Mysterious Saint Botis still has to maintain a humble posture and respond with the etiquette of the Pope level.
"Under the music of God, I feel the breath of the Lord."
Botis had no scruples at all about the "mortals" present, and responded unabashedly. Integra showed a bright smile and stretched out his slender right hand with a white glove painted with repeated magic circles.
He said in a questioning tone:
"Lend me the box of the past."
Botis's face instantly became a little ugly, but at the same time, he also felt a line of sight. It did not come from any "ant" on the ship, but came from the sky, the east, and the source.
The gaze of the autonomous sanctuary.
"Gudong." With his throat rolling slightly, Butis reached out and pulled out a large three-layer jewelry box from the hidden pocket of his black classical robe.
The surface of this silver-black jewelry box is full of exquisite hollow decorations, with rubies, emeralds, sapphires and diamonds decorating it extremely gorgeously.
The moment he picked up the jewelry box, Botis's expression showed a bit of panic and fear, but Snow took the jewelry box without fear, turned around, and faced the murderer who was heading towards him.
The red gloves who came smiled slightly, and then spoke a series of brisk words in a quiet and soft tone——
"No parasitism here!"
In an instant, countless light points began to flicker, and rays of light rose from the deck of the Gray Amber. No, not only the deck, cabin, sails, but also the passengers, in the gathering of countless light points, turned into
A clear, thick but transparent mysterious worm.
"The Worm of Time!"
"Ouch!" Leonard felt that he suddenly had an extremely nauseating feeling, as if something was about to be pulled away from his body, but that feeling came and went quickly. In the slight discomfort
After that, it disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, there was a sigh from the old man.
Leonard raised his head and was about to ask the old man about the situation in a vague way, but the next moment, he only felt a chill.
Because the moment he lowered his head and retched, the moment his eyes left, everything in front of him changed.
Captain Sost has disappeared, the fun-loving Cindy has disappeared, the reliable and serious Bob has disappeared, and all the passengers on the ship have also disappeared!
All that was left was the weird worm in the sky, and two extraordinary people who believed in the true Creator (and of course Klein, who was hiding in the crack of the door and peeking in), still standing next to the piano.
"Once again! Once again nothing was done! Once again I looked at my partner in front of my eyes..." Leonard's spirit instantly fell to the bottom. There was even fluff on his face and the skin under his ribs.
It began to expand, but at this moment, the old man's voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
"Don't despair, there is still a chance, they are just sealed by that sealed object!"
Leonard's eyes turned to the jewelry box in the girl's hand. He looked at the human figures that seemed to have turned into dolls in the box lid that he slowly closed. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but then, it became deeper.
despair——
He is just an incubus!
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the city of Tingen, to the day when Inszangwill stormed into the Chanis Gate, and had returned to his weak, powerless self who could not stop anything.
At that time, he clearly noticed Inz Zangwill, and he obviously had the help of the old man, but because the sequence was too low and his strength was not enough, he could only watch Klein being pierced by the arm, and could only face it helplessly.
That corpse could only resolve its inner self-blame by directly facing the pain of its relatives.
The limited life in Tingen City, the feeling of being the protagonist of a drama without having to take responsibility, made Leonard miss him all the time, but the more he missed it, the more he hated himself like that, and the more annoyed he was about why he didn't work harder earlier.
Leonard watched the worm transform into a young man wearing a black classical robe, a pointed hat of the same color, black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, a thin face, and a crystal monocle, and suddenly
Somewhat aware of the reason why the old man stopped talking after getting on the boat, he once again turned his attention to the girl who closed the jewelry box. Looking at the serious middle-aged man who seemed to contain a layer of chaos in the world, Leonard's expression suddenly changed.
Decisive.
He opened his mouth and whispered in ancient Hermes:
"A fool who does not belong to this age;"
"The mysterious master above the gray fog;"
"The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck!"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Okay, even birds that are smart enough have come out. Improper posture when diving into the water may lead to sprains or even internal organ injuries. You are so smart that when faced with a speed difference of 500 kilometers per hour for the first time, you can still judge in one go whether you should use it or not.
No matter what posture or angle, and he did it all at once without any damage... Your bird is from the same discipline as you, right?
Return to the textbook. The textbook gives you the calculation as a whole to facilitate your problem solving. It is the same as taking 3 or 3.14 for π. You cannot really think of pi as 3 just because the textbook tells you to calculate it this way.
If the resistance and force-bearing area can only be counted as a whole, then why do we need a wind tunnel? The fighter jet is considered a whole, so why does it disintegrate when the wind tunnel is blown? Or do you think those scientific research units have too much money and burn it?
The finished product was made directly without going through the so-called formula calculations?
It is because in reality it is impossible to accurately calculate the force at each point, so prototypes, wind tunnels, and various strength tests are needed. Or do you think those experts who build airplanes don’t even know the paper about airplane materials?
Can’t even calculate the intensity?
Do you know how many times a fighter jet needs to be modified from prototype to field installation? Do you think they can calculate it wrong every time? Or deliberately use inferior materials? Or specifically press the critical value during calculation?
Now I extremely hope that you are just a high school student. If you are really majoring in physics as you said (I didn’t see you clarifying what your major was until the end), then please don’t be interested in airplanes!