The winter night in the small town was extremely cold. At about 11 o'clock in the evening, the drizzle began to fall again, and gradually mixed with the sound of rustling ice shards.
Far away from the church's carriage, Fan Ning's figure landed after several bounces.
This is after the essential change in his spirituality, together with the change in the command power of the "Key" phase - a secondary change other than the "Candle" chariot - now the command power can act on various parts of his body out of thin air, even if
Flying in the air is not difficult either.
In fact, Fan Ning feels that the more practical aspect of the power of command lies in its intangibility and colorlessness, which directly leads to him being able to use the remains of the "Fountain in Painting" to disguise himself at will. What colors can others see and what characteristics can they infer?
It all depends on Fan Ning's mood at the moment.
At that moment, under Fan Ning's control, the "exaggerated" raging fire ignited by a few tents in the back temporarily disappeared.
He walked slowly along the deserted street, raindrops dripping down the brim of his top hat, mixed with some almost transparent eyeballs.
This time the messenger took a little longer to return. It had been more than three hours since his message of "I owe you more later" was sent. Obviously, Luo Yin did not reply immediately.
Fan Ning reached out and grabbed it, letting Dan's golden writing appear on his palm:
"Are you talking human words? Can you afford to pay me back if I continue to owe you?"
Seeing this first sentence, Fan Ning had the illusion for a moment that Luo Yin was evaluating other aspects of himself...
"You may have fallen asleep when you saw this news. The atmosphere of today's reception dinner has changed... It's quite dramatic. You know that Owen, the Special Inspection Office arranged to supervise the theater chain. At first, there was a lot of drama.
He was attentive and annoying. Later, when we talked about some serious matters involving stakes, he seemed to feel more normal, but when he thought about the face of the Special Patrol Agent behind him, it was still annoying."
"Tonight I also met a priest named Lavoisier. He is a middle-aged gentleman. He is about the same age as my father. He is a high-ranking and powerful person, definitely stronger than me. He pays attention to etiquette, moral integrity, and is too old-fashioned. Well, how should I put it? Simply
It’s a walking humanoid version of the Book of Enlightenment... The church attaches great importance to him, maybe he’s a late bloomer? I also think that if he becomes a priest, there’s no problem in at least coming to Biqi Diocese to get an inspection spot.
I also read one of his improvised organ works, which is in medieval style and is indeed good, but to me, it is not as good as the one you played at the time, "Keyboard Variations, whose name is too long to remember."
"Wash up, go to bed, good night."
In the quiet and empty Flower Square, Fan Ning read carefully while walking. He felt that if Luo Yin lived in his previous life, on the other side of his temperament in elegant social situations, he would be more or less an expert at making complaints.
The handwriting floated for a few seconds, and then two paragraphs appeared:
"I was in a daze in the bath and wanted to write more. When I returned to the hotel, the car took a detour and got off at Campo de' Fiori and stayed for a while. I was very disappointed. On the one hand, the weather was not good and it was very cold. On the other hand, there was no
In the poem, there are citizens chatting in pairs, lovers holding candles on dates, street musicians singing and dancing, and colorful fireworks. There is not even a faint beam of light. The mayor wants to send someone to turn on the gas lamps in the square for me to see. I
It means it’s better not to waste expensive wartime energy..."
"It feels like everything has gotten worse since that summer. Of course, what we are doing is meaningful and will help more and more children. However, there is no need to come here and there is no need to regret."
"But I'm here, isn't it amazing?"
Fan Ning stopped and looked around the groggy Laibiqi Flower Plaza in the cold rainy night, imagining that Miss Luo Yin, wearing a trench coat and boots, might have stood on a brick and stamped her feet angrily not long ago.
There was nothing in the open space, except for some roadblocks made of thick wood and barbed wire. They looked like mounds of mud in the field of vision. They did not completely block the road, but they were not very comfortable either.
This was set up by the authorities to prevent public riots. Of course, the actual atmosphere in Laibiqi, the city behind the front line, was not so serious yet. They were more of "emergency equipment" prepared in advance in accordance with the above regulations.
"I have something to trouble you about. I need to collect some information about the so-called "worms" or "helminthology."
Fan Ning had just sent the messenger into the star realm, but then fell into a dream and captured him back.
Not very good. You can mention it before, and you can mention it later, but if you mention it now, the coincidence of time is a bit too bizarre. Luo Yin will definitely have heard about the death of the priest in this small town.
Fan Ning thought about what she should reply to when she gets up tomorrow, and finally asked a question that was related to today's dinner, not inconsistent with it, something she should be concerned about, and could easily lead to other topics:
"When will you consider promotion to the Deep One?"
Considering that she replied too much and he said too little, Fan Ning thought about it carefully and finally what he actually sent was:
"I have read everything you shared. Speaking of which, when will you consider being promoted to the Deeper?"
As soon as the messenger disappeared under the rain curtain, a bright light enveloped Fan Ning's body and cast his shadow elongated onto a pile of garbage trucks near the wall ten meters away.
"Who is it? It's curfew time now, raise your hands and come over here!" a man's voice shouted.
This was a fat officer with a flashlight in his hand and a gun on his waist. As he flashed his light and shouted, two soldiers on the left and right pointed their rifles at Fan Ning.
But before Fan Ning could speak, there was a rustling sound coming from the garbage truck that was also illuminated.
Fan Ning had already noticed that there were two homeless people rummaging through the garbage there. At this moment, they stood a few steps forward tremblingly. They were a dirty little girl and a young mother.
The two braved the curfew and went out to look for something in the middle of the night, but judging from the situation, it seemed that they were not very lucky. The mother's wrist seemed to have been cut by something like glass, and a large amount of blood stained the thin clothes.
"The curfew is not considered a contract." Fan Ning raised his hand, as if to control the flames burning in his palm. A wave of warmth quickly dispelled the chill on the two people's bodies, and then gently signaled that they did not need to be afraid, "This country
It has always been God who establishes laws, sacrifices make plans, and prophets prophesy. Whatever they instruct, do it according to their judgment. Whatever they do not instruct, do not pay heed to a word."
Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, he waved to the officer in the middle:
"Please bring some pasta or meat for them to eat, and some water for them to drink."