It Won't Hurt to Scrape Again when It's All over to Terra.

Mostima waved his hand, took out an envelope that had been prepared a long time ago, and gently placed it on the bench for prayer. The pure white envelope fell on the dark bench, which was very conspicuous, so that it would not be impossible. Find.

After doing all this, Mostima turned around first and walked towards the door of the cathedral with light steps. Mo Qi finally looked back at the huge Rutland emblem on the wall, and then withdrew his eyes and followed Moss. Tima's pace.

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One of the nice things about talking to Mostima is that you don't have to rack your brains.

The fallen angels who have footprints almost all over the Terra Continent have countless anecdotes that can be told to you, and there is always one that can grab your attention and let you chat with her involuntarily.

The price is just to prepare black tea and refreshments.

Rutland's desserts are very famous, almost as famous as guns. I don't need to go into too much detail. I don't know if it was influenced by Victoria, which is adjacent to Rutland. Rutland also started at some point. Afternoon tea has become popular.

Of course, it won't be as clear-cut as the Victorian aristocracy, with a lot of rules. Rutlanders just want to choose a leisurely time to find a drink that can be paired with a delicious dessert, and then spend it alone or with family and friends. a wonderful time.

In Rutland, Moqi was unfamiliar with her life, and obviously she still had to lead the way with Mostima, which also gave her a great choice. In the case that everyone is not bad, Mostima also She can choose the shop she likes as she likes. She knows that Mo Qi is not a picky eater when it comes to desserts.

"I wanted to bring Aneng here several times, but the child was not happy."

Putting down the tea cup gently, the dessert and the soft sunlight made the smile on Mostima's face a little sincere. The leisurely afternoon made her feel that passersby paid much less attention to the horns above her head.

Mo Qi gently stirred the black tea in the cup: "She just wants to eat the most famous apple pie, doesn't she seem to have it here?"

"That's right, so every time I can only come here with Aneng's sister, and then the child will be very unhappy, saying that we left her on a date." Mostima's eyes flashed with nostalgia. , smiled softly: "Oh, Aneng was only 6 years old at that time, he already knew so much."

The corner of Mo Qi's mouth twitched, and he didn't continue talking, while the supervisor who was sitting beside Mostima listened with relish. It seemed that Mostima had never told her about this before.

Well, wherever Mostima appears, her supervisor must be with her. Raphael running around alone is an anomaly, but now he is also sticking with Michael every day. Phil is quite happy...

Mo Qi suddenly remembered something: "What is the code name of Miss Supervisor today?"

All he got was a rather vicious stare.

...It doesn't seem to be a code name that can be said casually.

"Hahaha, I advise you not to ask this question today, the consequences are very serious." The supervisor's funny expression made Mostima feel very interesting, but she still smiled and clapped her hands to draw Mo Qi's attention back On to her: "Okay, let's stop here for the warm-up chat, you have a lot of questions you want to ask me, right?"

"There are a lot of questions, but it's not that you have to answer them... but forget it." Mo Qi stopped the action of wasting black tea and asked Mostima: "Can you tell me a little... you guys What exactly is the inheritance of the saints?"

"Hey, Mostima, it's not allowed to talk about this on this occasion! No, it's not allowed to talk about it at any time!"

Before Mostima could answer, Miss Supervisor's red eyes shrank fiercely, and hurriedly interrupted the conversation.

"Oh, don't worry, after all, he will be our compatriot soon, right?" Mostima waved his hand with a smile: "If you want to whisper, there is always a way, just need a little Originium magic..."

I took out an exquisite small spellcasting unit, and the Originium energy fluctuations exuded proved that the Originium used as the core was not of low grade. With the touch of Mostima, the spell was constructed through the spellcasting unit. The invisible field that covers them is formed under the action of the surgical unit.

"Isn't that enough?"

"..."

Apparently, Miss Supervisor approved of such a practice. After she could only whisper "Good control", she turned her attention to other places to observe whether passers-by and other customers looked at the behavior here.

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--- Author's Word---

Recently, I found out that there are almost no familiar operators for the characters on the stage. Sure enough, the appearance of familiar characters is what everyone wants to see... It's really a negligence, and I will adjust it later.

Will you forgive me for what I said before? (〃'▽'〃)

Section 604 [Ask for Leave] I'm not feeling well today, I went to bed early

When I woke up from sleep, I was still sleepy, and my thoughts were broken. I still asked for another leave. I touched it. I'm sorry.

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Section 605 027. Interrupted historical story meeting

Although it was said to help Mo Qi solve his doubts, Mostima thought for a long time, thinking about where to start.

"Now that I mention those things back then, even I can't remember clearly."

The slender fingers lightly twisted the delicate little fork, Mostima closed her eyes, and her expression was calm and peaceful. If it wasn't for the movement of the fingers, Mo Qi almost thought she fell asleep just like that.

"The most important thing in the inheritance of saints is 'knowledge', you should be a little aware of it, right?"

Mo Qi nodded. Raphael is like this, always showing extraordinary knowledge and experience in some places. It seems that as long as it is an ancient secret, there is no one she does not know. To be honest, although she is not the first to join the team, However, a considerable part of Mo Qi's knowledge of the Terra Continent came from Raphael, not only him, but others also benefited a lot. Sometimes he didn't dare to provoke her because she was a doctor.

Whether it is [Michael], [Raphael], [Mostima], these names once belonged to a certain angel. These angels have extraordinary identities, great strength, and are very important to the group of angels. , otherwise they should not be eligible to pass on the name.

They are the names of archangels familiar to non-believers...

It's a pity that Mo Qi didn't believe in religion from the beginning, and he just found the encyclopedia entries to find the names of these archangels through ISAC. I don't know how many things Anna moved from the database. .

"The manifestations of 'knowledge' are diverse, history, secrets, spells, experience..." Mostima paused, and then said: "And memory."

Mo Qi frowned: "Can you remember so many things? From dating to the present?"

"Yes, but no." Mostima waved his hand, and then prompted: "You have seen the so-called 'angel', right?"

"But that's not what you really look like, is it?"

"I mean our life forms."

"..."

The metal skeletons of the angels in the pillar flashed in his mind. No matter what angle he looked at, he could only tell Mo Qi that this was not what carbon-based creatures should look like.

Even if the body is transformed into a prosthetic body, which sounds like a cyberpunk, there must be a part of being a [human]. Thinking of their purpose, in any case, only explains an answer: angels are [Tera] Created for that holy war... Perhaps it should be said that it was a product of manufacture.

Those individuals occupying the name of the archangel should be some more important commanding or special-purpose individuals.

"The original inheritance is that Michael implanted his consciousness into the next body and appeared." Mostima's tone was flat: "Only the so-called 'advanced individuals' have such qualifications, because we are more qualified than others. Warriors are very special and 'unique', and at that time we can already do non-destructive transplants."

Mo Qi continued: "But not anymore, 'you' have become Sakota, right?"

Mostima nodded.

For the angels, the transition to Sakota was a trade-off. Some of them abandoned the appearance of war machines and exchanged power for intelligence, as well as the opportunity for the race to reproduce and the possibility of creating a civilization.

"Then because of physical limitations, I don't have as strong a fighting ability as before, and I don't have such a good memory." Mostima smiled and nodded his head: "It takes a long time to remember a lot of things."

Memories from ancient times...

Mo Qi suddenly blinked: "Wait! I'm not going to be stuffed with a bunch of memories that don't belong to me, right?!"

Mostema couldn't help this, and she wasn't sure. Who made such a temporary expansion saint for thousands of years? In fact, although no one knew which archangel they would inherit before the ceremony name, but there is always some guesswork in mind, an approximate range.

But Mo Qi...it's really hard to say.

There has never been a precedent, but the Pope seems to be well-informed, and Michael's reliable style since ancient times made Mostima subconsciously ignore this issue.

Judging from the importance of Mo Qi in the Pope's mouth, if the ceremony is successful, it will definitely be an archangel. Mostima can't help but think about which ones are still waiting for the successor... Uriel ( Uriel)?Sariel?

A person with the qualifications of a saint can't be smashed by throwing a brick on the street. There are always a few archangels in each generation who can't find a suitable inheritor, but now it seems that they can be left to Mo Qi to choose [seat] Not much.

And Mostima had an inexplicable premonition.

The final result, I am afraid it will be beyond everyone's expectations, at least not the same as the result expected by the Pope - I don't know where this feeling came from, but as soon as the idea appeared, it lingered on Moss. Tima's mind.

"..."

The supervisor, who was sitting beside her, sighed helplessly.

I'm just a supervisor who has been assigned to a notary's name. Is it really good to hear these pieces of information involving Rutland's core...?

The supervisor is not a professional executor who has been selected and trained by a notary, at least not the supervisor of Mostima. She used to be a member of Mostima’s team and a survivor of [the incident]. , who is also a secret insider, the sister of the angel Neng was dismissed from her position, and she became the guardian of the fallen angel Mostima.

Reckless, should wait outside the magic field.

Miss Supervisor thought a little annoyed, but she had to be wary of Mostima slipping out too many secrets that couldn't be said now. That's her duty.

It's impossible to be physically silenced because of this...

Don't pay attention to their conversation, don't keep it in mind... go back and have a drink and get some sleep and forget about it... Yes!I should be on guard now, instead of listening to them talk about it- eh?

Before becoming a supervisor, the heroic girl of Leboli was still a warrior.

Soldiers who survived the battlefield.

One of the most basic qualities of a warrior is to know who the enemy is.

For example, the three people who are walking here are all people who have received formal combat training and also survived on the battlefield. Although the face of the film girl looks like she is about to cry, she cannot deceive the supervision. Miss Man's eyes.

They are walking straight towards here with great purpose.

"Someone is here."

As soon as her reminder came out, Mo Qi and Mostima immediately closed their voices and looked over with the supervisor's gaze.

"you recognize?"

The surprise flashed across Mostima's face when she saw Mo Qi's face, the kind of surprise of "how could they be here".

Mo Qi nodded: "Well, I know two of them, the Rhode Island operator... No, it's the Black Steel international operator, the Columbia one, you must know that military contractor, remove the spell, they come directly, history The storytelling can only go so far today.”

"It seems that someone will treat you to the next afternoon tea?"

Mostima cut off the power supply of the surgery unit with a smile, and the supervisor lady slowly put away her guard after listening to Mo Qi's words.

After the spell dissipated, Mo Qi waved to them: "Jessica? Miss Razer? Why are you in Rutland?"

--- Author's Word---

Chapters 3-4 will be updated in a few days, and yesterday's will be added, although it will be very late, so this chapter will be published in advance

This afternoon, I went to get an immune booster shot, ready to go abroad, and then I bought a Wallace when I got home.

Yes, I posted this update in the bathroom. I hope that the motivation and inspiration of codewords will be like a spring like now...

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