Hearing Susie's voice, Audrey opened the door, and the golden retriever Susie rushed in excitedly. Anne, the maid who hurried over, looked anxious and apologized:
"Sorry, miss, I didn't stop Susie."
Did Susie want to come here on her own? After knowing that Susie could speak, Audrey did not treat her like an ordinary dog. She waved her hand to Annie and said:
"You go down, maybe Susie was frightened in the salon."
Anne's expression became helpless, and she frowned and looked at Audrey:
"Miss, you can't take Susie to a salon or banquet held by aristocrats next time. This will make others think that Earl Hall's family is uncultivated."
"Okay, I won't do it next time." Audrey, who often dealt with her maid, said something perfunctory again and asked Anne to leave.
After closing the door, Audrey looked at Susie, the big golden retriever dog squatting in front of the window, and sighed:
"Anne still talks so much."
"Yes, she is so nagging. I can hear her upstairs from downstairs."
Susie shook her head and patted her ears with her front paws.
"Susie! Annie hasn't gone far yet?" Audrey scolded in a low voice. She came to the door and checked through the door whether Annie heard it.
"She has gone downstairs, I heard her."
Audrey looked at Susie helplessly. Even though she had become an extraordinary person and an audience, the hearing of an "audience" golden retriever was beyond her reach. She didn't know whether she should envy Susie.
After realizing that she had this thought, Audrey shook her head suddenly, "How could you think that? Audrey, how could you envy a dog?"
Susie, the big golden retriever dog, stood up, took small steps, came to Audrey, looked up at Audrey:
"Won't you take me to the party next time?"
Audrey lowered her head. As an "audience", she saw the sadness, confusion, and melancholy in her eyes, and she quickly said:
"How could it be? I'm just dealing with her again."
"Ah, my observation is correct. There was a sense of impatience in your tone just now. I just didn't see your expression, so I can't confirm it."
Susie was wagging her tail excitedly, circling back and forth around Audrey.
Alas, Susie could tell such a result just by her tone. Audrey was helpless. She often dealt with Annie, especially after becoming an extraordinary person, and she would never be noticed by Annie. Now even a dog can tell.
Yes, even if she is the "audience".
"Susie, what do you want from me?"
"I almost forgot that I met an extraordinary person at Viscount Graylingt's house. She could walk directly through the door without a key."
"ah?"
…
Bridge District, Dirham Street, a cheap cafe.
In the cubicle, Rawls counted the time. Ten minutes later, another vision was in vain. He wanted to end the monitoring early today. It was already Monday, it was already half past one, and he still had to participate in Tarot.
Yes!
Just as he was about to finish the spiritual indoctrination into the "Rod of Justice", the world in front of Rawls changed again. Originally, non-spiritual objects were invisible under spiritual vision, but now their surroundings were suddenly dyed with color.
Around Rawls, mottled color blocks overlapped each other, as if they were abstract paintings by Picasso. All items were twisting and transforming, and the small amount of spirituality that had originally remained was being consumed crazily, causing throbbing convulsions to come from inside his head.
pain.
Is this a glimpse into the future under spiritual vision?
In the past few days, Rawls has used his spiritual vision dozens of times, but it has not been triggered even once. He thought that the "Stand of Fairness" ability was ineffective, and he was planning to ask Alger about it! But now it has been triggered?
The various twisted objects in front of him gradually merged to form a strange picture. In the picture, there was a blood-colored full moon and a pale red veil spread over a wide lake.
Rawls shook his head desperately, trying to calm the throbbing pain in his head. In the somewhat distorted picture in front of him, the calm water surface was broken. A middle-aged man dressed no differently from a Loen gentleman.
, he tried his best to open his mouth wide and wanted to shout, but Rawls could not hear any sound.
The middle-aged man had a slender stabbing sword stuck in his body, piercing through his heart. He looked up, and the half-high silk top hat on his head had fallen aside, revealing his dark curly hair. Under the moonlight, his two sides were
He looked at Rawls blankly. The skin on his face was brownish-yellow and the outline was soft. He was obviously the Bailang race of the Southern Continent.
Several red bird-shaped flames flew past him, and a round shield flew and hit the middle-aged man in the face.
The picture in front of him suddenly shattered. The nearly exhausted spirituality made Rawls' eyebrows twitch and his facial features were a little distorted. He had no time to think about what those pictures were. He tried hard to control himself to concentrate and began to meditate. He could only use "uncertainty"
Only in this way can he recover as quickly as possible.
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Tingen, West District, Iron Cross Street.
Klein sat quietly at his desk. He had just returned from Hoy University in the morning. He was looking for the mysterious Mr. Azik. Since the last time Mr. Azik said that his fate was uncoordinated, he had met several more people.
A coincidence.
First, Klein happened to meet Tris in the underground trading market; second, captain Dunn Smith and Lund happened to be nearby; third, the church’s senior deacon, Sesima, was on his way to Tingen.
I met members of the Gnostic Society in the small town of Vinia, not far from Tingen, and chased them after them.
This morning, Lord Sesima, who had been preparing to return to Tingen, received the news that the "witch" from the Gnostic Society appeared in Backlund, and pursued her again. The Red Glove Team, which had been searching for Tingen for many days, also left for Backlund.
.
The news of "Witch", coupled with the cooperation of Klein and Leonard, who already knew the deceptive effect of "Witch" potion, allowed Tingen's Nighthawk team to confirm one thing, the potion after "Instigator"
The name is "Witch", who can turn men into women. This successfully explains why Tris escaped from the siege and reappeared in the underground trading market dressed as a woman.
But without the church's senior deacon coming to Tingen, the captain might be contaminated by the true Creator. This made Klein very anxious and wanted to see if he could get the answer from Mr. Azik, but Mr. Azik turned out to have amnesia.
Even he was the only extraordinary person he knew. He also entrusted himself to help him find his memory, but he didn't mention it.
In addition, there will be a Tarot meeting in the afternoon. Klein is wondering if he can trick Mr. "Emperor" again to see if he can find a way to confirm whether the captain is contaminated. This is the last method. If there is no trick,
If it does, Klein will have no choice but to make dangerous moves.
Click, click on his pocket watch, it was already two fifty-five. Klein stood up, locked the door skillfully, and sealed the bedroom with a spiritual wall.