This is a man with long curly hair. He has a fair face, deep-set eyes, and a high bridge of nose. His long hair is tied back on his head. Only the curly hair in front of his forehead still lingers on both sides of his face.
He held an expensive camera in his hand, frowned tightly, and squatted there with seriousness and kept pressing the shutter. Although Naples is close to the ocean, the temperature difference between day and night is huge. Perhaps it is because of this
Because of this, this man was also wearing a slightly thick dark blue woolen jacket and a red and blue plaid scarf around his neck.
Salomon's voice almost made him jump up in shock, but the mystic mage's hand on the man's shoulder held him down firmly.
"Who are you!" He exclaimed and turned his head, and saw Salomon, who was shorter than him. Then, his face was freed from the wrinkled tension.
"Ahem!" He whispered to the mystic mage, "It's very dangerous here. I think it's better for you to leave here first, because some things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand may happen next. Are you a choir member? Or are you?
What bishop’s child?”
"Do you think I look like a believer of some damn god?" Salomon looked down at his attire. The black mystical robe and crimson coat made him look nothing like a clergyman.
perhaps?
Salomon raised his head and said, "For your personal safety, I suggest you leave as soon as possible. You have no ability to resist under the hands of those things."
The man suddenly felt that the hand on his shoulder became much stronger, and an irresistible force dragged him backwards, causing him to completely lose his balance and sit on the ground.
"Leave? No! I finally tracked her down!" Even so, he still tried to lower his voice as much as possible, but he immediately reacted, "Those things? What do you know?"
"I know what I should know." Salomon expressionlessly let go of his shoulders, and instead dragged the man by the back of his collar. The mystic dragged him backwards, completely ignoring his struggle.
"You know it!" The man realized that his strength was not as strong as Salomon, but he still tried to stand up. "Are you in the same group with her?"
"I don't know who you are referring to, but if you are talking about the nun inside, I do know her. But I have known her not long ago." Salomon turned around and stepped on the man easily.
He took his knee and took the camera from his hand, "Obviously, you are pursuing something that ordinary people should not know."
"give me back!"
Salomon pressed the button on the camera with a very unfamiliar hand and called up the photo album. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be a stalker, sir." After looking at the photo album, he raised the camera in front of the man.
, "Florence, you actually chased me there."
"Promise me, keep your voice down, there's still something to do inside!" Salomon said, "I want to know where you are from?"
Although the man agreed to lower his voice, he still unconsciously raised his voice and spoke faster.
He said, "I have been tracking her for a long time! Twenty years ago, she killed my father, right in front of my eyes! You have known her not long ago, and you must not know her true face. She looked like this twenty years ago.
, has not changed at all after twenty years. You have had contact with her, tell me, tell me everything you know, I want the world to know her true face! I investigated several disappearances in Florence, and Bayonetta
She also appeared there at that time, it must be her..."
The man's expression suddenly became distorted, "I remember, you were there at that time! Could it be that..."
"That's right, sir." Salomon showed an expression of not knowing what to do for a moment, "Those people are not missing, but dead. I killed them."
"You...you look so..." The man pointed at Salomon with his eyes wide open as he looked at the boy in front of him, "I didn't expect that you actually..."
"Listen to my explanation, sir." Salomon said helplessly, "Those people are all werewolves..."
"Werewolf! You want me to believe your lies? Okay, I'll believe it for now." He almost couldn't breathe, "But you look like you are only thirteen or fourteen years old. Who taught you to kill people!"
"It sounds like you have been chasing Bayonetta for many years. Shouldn't you be accustomed to those supernatural phenomena? Magic exists, and werewolves must also exist. Human beings are not as lonely as they think." The mystic mage said helplessly.
, "As for killing...there must be someone carrying something that ordinary people cannot touch, and I am one of them."
"I..." The expression of this man was very familiar to Salomon. His senior brother described to him that the expressions of those who saw magic were almost exactly the same as the expression of this man. It was the disbelief shown after the recognition was overturned.
Almost everyone who comes to practice Kama Taj has experienced a time when their cognition was overturned.
"Okay, I don't have time to help you reshape your world view, sir." The mystic mage became a little impatient. He pulled the man to stand up, "Get out of here, those things will not show mercy to humans."
"Those things? What things?"
"You're not supposed to know, sir. There are some things it's better for ordinary people not to know."
The wax fire on the altar suddenly went out, and the clear moonlight passed through the stained glass window and fell lightly to the white marble floor. Salomon's eyes widened, and the sudden darkness made him uncomfortable, but soon, he
Through the bright white moonlight, I could see the scene in the church clearly. Then, the organ above the church suddenly played "Mendelssohn's Organ Sonata No. 1".
"Symphony No. 65, or Allegro." Salomon looked up and looked at the organ. Only people with magical vision could see that there was a big black man sitting there, although Salomon couldn't see the man's appearance clearly.
, but according to the orange trench coat that has never been changed for ten thousand years, it is Rodin. But Salomon said that he never expected Rodin to have such superb organ skills.
Although he didn't know when Rodin arrived here or why he was here, these were not important. He just wanted to send the man next to him out of the church. Ordinary people should not get involved in these things.
Dazzling golden light shines down from the vault, and the light refracts back and forth between the gilt and copper-clad architectural decorations, driving away the cold moonlight and all the darkness in the corners.
Both Salomon and the man next to him were blinded by the bright light. Although the tear glands secreted liquid in time to try to compensate, the thin eyelids could not withstand the strong light at all. They could only lower their heads and cover it with their hands.
But soon, the golden light disappeared again, and the pale moonlight returned to the church.
"What happened? Why is the organ playing?"
Salomon suddenly felt that the person next to him was even more noisy. When the mystic got used to the change in light, he saw that Bayonetta, who was standing in front of the altar, had jumped into the air and stepped on the fallen tree.
On the angel's head. She climbed up step by step on the angels, twisting her slender waist lightly in the air, avoiding the sharp claws and weapons of the angels. She also took the opportunity to raise her long and powerful legs and kicked away a friendly (
Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the arm of the Angel of Affinity with amazing agility and flexibility.
Then, under the influence of gravity, she twisted the arm off as easily as twisting a towel. The angel's blood splashed like a heavy rain, and before it hit the ground, it turned into golden light spots and rose up, densely covering the vault of the church.
With golden light and white feathers, it seems that what is going on here is not a massacre, but a mass.
The bread and wine prepared for the Eucharist are the blood and flesh of angels.
"Where has she gone?" The man leaned on the railing and looked down. "Did she escape again? That murderer! No, the rosemary scent is still there! She is still here! She is hiding again?"
Salomon grabbed his scarf and pulled him behind him, otherwise the angel's golden spearhead would have passed through the top of his head.
"Stay here!" Salomon let go of him, he stretched out his hands, and two orange rings appeared on his hands, "And, be quiet!"