William Sr. was a standard European aristocrat, not an ordinary nouveau riche. He received the so-called aristocratic education since he was a child. In Chinese terms, that is music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he was proficient in everything.
The oil painting in front of me was not painted by anyone else, but by old William himself.
In the picture, there is a white man with a handsome face and long blond curly hair, wearing silver armor, and his blue eyes are as deep as the endless night sky, as if they can swallow a person's soul.
"Is he a boy or a girl?"
Yang Mu glanced at old William.
This man's face was too handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but he also had a feminine feeling about him, and there was no obvious Adam's apple on his neck.
"Well, I can't be sure about this either."
Old William shook his head, indicating that he heard the other person speak, but the other person's voice was very neutral and it was difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman.
Whether the person was a man or a woman actually didn't matter. Yang Mu asked casually and saw that Old William couldn't answer, so he didn't bother to worry about it.
His eyes fell on the oil painting again, staring at the wings behind the man in the painting.
Yang Mu didn't have a deep understanding of Western mythology, and had only read some fragmentary information on the Internet.
It seems that the number of wings on the back of a Western angel is often linked to strength.
The most powerful ones have three pairs of wings on their backs, while the next-level ones have two pairs, and those with only one pair of wings are the most common ones.
The angel in the painting now has two pairs of wings on its back!
"Don't you think that I'm hallucinating that there can't be any so-called 'angels' in this world?"
When Old William saw Yang Mu being silent, he thought he didn't believe him and was a little anxious.
Yang Mu turned to look at him: "Tell me carefully about the situation when you met him. Whether you believe it or not, I will make my own judgment after you finish talking!"
After a while, Yang Mu learned the specific story from Old William.
It happened a week ago.
That night, Old William took a young actress he had just hooked up with and ran to the woods in the suburbs to "play". The two of them chatted and gossiped about each other.
"She just happened to talk about the scandal in the Holy See that has been making a lot of noise recently, but it turned out that it was rising, so-"
Upon hearing this, Yang Mu interrupted: "What scandal?"
Old William looked around and lowered his voice and said: "Recently, several little boys have disappeared one after another. I don't know where the rumors came from.
He said that he was kidnapped by people from Notre Dame Cathedral and went to... In short, it was said that people from Notre Dame Cathedral violated the little boy, and then many people were scolding him."
"That female star you were hanging out with told about the scandal in the cathedral, and then something happened?"
Old William was a little embarrassed. How could this be called fooling around? He was suave, from a famous family, and it was not normal for a beautiful woman to fall in love with him?
He didn't dare to turn his face on Yang Mu and said with a sneer: "Yes! Before she could finish speaking, she saw an...an angel appear next to her. It was the person in the painting.
This person had a stern look on his face, and he stretched out his hand to touch her head, and then she saw that her head exploded like a watermelon, with red and white splattering all over my face.
There seems to be an invisible aura covering his body, and those bloody things cannot touch him at all."
Yang Mu suddenly realized: "This woman spoke ill of the Holy See and was overheard, so she was killed! By telling me this, do you want me to avenge her?"
Old William hurriedly shook his head: "That kind of woman will die as soon as she dies. How could I come here to trouble you for her? Just listen to me and continue!"
"At that time, he killed my woman. I was so frightened that I broke out in cold sweat, thinking that I would be killed too. As a result, I heard a voice from above, saying, 'Mester, the mission to escort the Holy Grail cannot be carried out this time.
Oh no, don't waste your time here'.
When I heard this, I looked up and saw a tall male angel with golden hair in the sky!
The angel in front of me glanced at me coldly after hearing this, and then flew upwards. Soon, the two angels disappeared from my sight. At that time, I was so scared that I collapsed on the ground, and I almost picked up one.
The feeling of life.”
When old William talked about his experience at that time, he still felt like he was surviving a disaster.
He knew very well that his life and death depended entirely on the other person's thoughts.
"What is the Holy Grail?"
Yang Mu didn't seem too surprised by the so-called angel, nor did he pay special attention to it. His attention was on another place.
Old William gave a thumbs up and flattered him: "As expected of you, you caught the key point right away! I'm not 100% sure what the Holy Grail in the angel's mouth was, but I have a guess.
Legend has it that the Holy See has a sacred object, which is the Holy Grail left behind by Jehovah during his crucifixion. It is said that this Holy Grail has extraordinary and immortal power. If you can drink the water and wine it contains, you can be rejuvenated and gain eternal life!"
When talking about the latter part, old William's eyes lit up.
At this point, Yang Mu naturally knew what the purpose of Old William's talking to him was.
I just hope that I can seize the Holy Grail, and then lend it to him to rejuvenate him and gain eternal life!
If Jehovah was so powerful, how could he end up like that?
He can accept the existence of angels because, in his eyes, angels are just special human beings similar to vampires;
As for the Holy Grail that can help people rejuvenate and gain eternal life?
It’s nonsense!
"It is obviously impossible to rejuvenate and gain eternal life. However, since it can be spread so bizarrely, and two angels are escorted, I guess this 'Holy Grail' is indeed somewhat special?
Speaking of which, I once killed a cardinal, so I have some connection with them. I happen to be over here right now, so why not say hello and take a look at what the Holy Grail is used for?"
For a moment, Yang Mu had an idea in his mind.
As for whether the other party wanted to lend him a look, he didn't think about it.
"Do you know where they went?" Yang Mu asked.
Old William was very excited and said hurriedly: "I guess it should be Notre Dame Cathedral! Do you plan to go and have a look?"
Yang Mu nodded: "If that thing is really that powerful, I will give it to you when the time comes. However, you'd better not have too high expectations."
Old William was very satisfied when he heard this answer.
He actually knew in his heart that the legend about the Holy Grail was really a fantasy and not credible.
However, even if the Holy Grail is fake, so what? Didn't I already use the topic of angels and the Holy Grail to treat this adult to a meal and narrow the distance between the two parties?
The old fox is an old fox after all, and he obviously never suffers any loss.