818 The Man Who Robbed Pluto Marriage

The dress style of the God of Wisdom is the complete opposite of the bold God of Victory.

The God of Victory was able to show one arm carelessly and bulge his muscles because his priesthood was more inclined to fighting in that era, and showing his arm was mighty and domineering.

But the God of Wisdom will not work.

To put it plainly, who would have imagined that this well-known art god would show off his figure with half of his body exposed?

Moreover, knowledge, culture, writing, conspiracy, memory and other tangible and intangible concepts extended from his priesthood involved too much, which even affected his own style habits.

So Alvin rationally saw that he couldn't go on like this, so he gave up branches other than wisdom with the decisiveness rarely seen by cultural people, and resolutely improved the purity of wisdom and divinity.

In Proser's family, the subordinate gods of the main god of wisdom are the most.

This is because he has mastered too many priesthoods that can exist as a separate concept of divinity, so many that it makes people crazy.

And before the divinity was divided, if Alvin had not had such wisdom to manage all the branches well, he would not be the God of Wisdom.

It is not known whether the former gave birth to the latter, or whether the latter perfected the relationship of the former.

Under Alvin's determination, it turned into a single wisdom and became his own direction.

To be honest, most of the gods like the God of Wisdom, who are desperate to perfect themselves, gather under the seat of Proser, as if they were attracted by a strong light.

Because this Supreme God has been staring at the front so persistently from the beginning to the end, and is unwavering, unmoved by the scenery on the side of the road.

Having said that, we will return to the topic from the formation of the wisdom god's dress style.

Because he has been in charge of too many parts related to rigor in the past, his style is also unusually not crisp.

For example, the clothes he is wearing now are the old styles designed by Desmonda. The theme is low-key luxury with the elegance of books.

The matte dark pattern is vividly covered in the whole robe on the surface of the fabric.

And those patterns that look like letters have become the only decoration on the fabric.

Then the cufflinks made of brown gemstones and the cuffs with double-layer thick seams are combined to create a stable texture.

The buttons of the same color are specially sewn above the throat by the maker, and the placket is tightly locked, full of abstinence and cumbersomeness.

Coupled with the unilateral lens, the light flickers and the cold light suddenly rises, which makes people feel chills.

For a while, when the gods saw such a god of wisdom, they would have a wonderful feeling that this guy should take the library as his home.

By the way, there is also a palpitating black belly.

Unlike Andy's thick skin, what Alvin learned from Prosser is black!The blackness is horrific!

Even though he acts like the gentle and polite big brother a lot of the time, it's just an episode of his nonchalant mentality.

The cold, calm, indifferent god of wisdom, as long as the storm does not involve him, he will not move.

Of course, he also has passionate moments, but the prerequisite is Prosser's request.

"As long as it is His Majesty's request, Alvin will definitely fulfill it."

This is the oath made by the God of Wisdom, who is so rational and inhuman, on the day he became the God of Prose.

Proser didn't take it seriously and didn't ask first, but after so many years, thanks to Proser's subordinates with different styles of painting, the God of Wisdom has changed from a calm and ruthless beautiful boy to a ruthless big brother type.

The difference between before and after, I can't help but want to sigh Prosser's tireless destruction.

But those who think so never include the culprit.

He was looking at such a god of wisdom with admiration, and said proudly: "It is Alvin who imparts the knowledge of another world to mortals in other worlds." He glanced at the corners of his eyes to the other main gods as if to say, Look at others, and then look at you.

Heartbroken by His Majesty's disdain, Arnold turned his head sadly, and decided that I am a mushroom, and whoever comes will spray whom!

Andy drew circles under his feet, his aqua-blue hair was nearly transparent in the sunlight, and he tried to win Prosser's sympathy with his pitiful eyes.

In the eyes of Hades, who had confronted him before, such an attitude is like a white wolf turning into a husky in a second. In short, it has bad intentions!

Feeling in crisis, Hades held Prosser's hand, and when he looked back at him, he said calmly, "Aren't you going to call him back?"

Prosser looked thoughtfully at the held right hand, suddenly agreeing on his face, but cold sweat flowed from his heart, fortunately, it wasn't the left hand that was caught, and the long sleeves hid his state like that!

The clothes that Prosser is wearing today are toga with long sleeves that can cover all the palms of his hands, and at the same time, it also makes his thin figure even more endearing.

In fact, Prosser has always had a lot of opinions on himself, and even more on those who want to love him.

After all, he is the Supreme God who is even more disaster god than the God of Disaster. How could he make himself look like a weak little tree branch?

Prosser thought about it more than once, but... the appearance is too deceptive.

This is the truth, telling us that even the Supreme God cannot escape the harassment of Yangou.

Prosser was covered in a cold sweat by this thrill, he quietly hid his hands deeper, and walked forward calmly.

To be honest, it only took half a day for Alvin, as a god of another world, to get the sincere belief of such a group of people with completely different styles and two levels.

This kind of bewitching ability can completely beat the devil who specializes in deceiving and cunning by a few blocks.

As expected of a master who can write the Encyclopedia of the God of Light!

The level is completely two degrees!

With an extraordinary heart, Prosser hid the adventure that had just been almost revealed in his heart, and turned to think about the issue of the God of Wisdom. In his understanding, Alvin generally gained faith with the goodwill of the God of Order.

His wisdom is different from the deceit of the devil. The essence of the God of Wisdom is to give wisdom, let the wise get wisdom, and let the unwise people understand wisdom.

So... there is no need to worry about such a terrible force getting out of control.

After thinking about it, Prosser just saw the God of Wisdom finish his speech, and waited for him with a peaceful expression.

Alvin drew a few symbols in the void with his fingers, and when Prosser walked over, he calmly ended his speech.

Those people who have believed in him spiritually said words of thanks in the spoken language of another world.

Alvin hasn't mastered the language of this world yet, but that's not a problem.

Many things resonate, the faces of these old people are exactly the same as those of his followers.

Returning a smile as usual, the old people left contentedly.

Prosser was also able to walk over the human wall.

Alvin saluted, "Your Majesty."

Prosser waved his hand and said with a smile: "You don't need to be too polite, it seems that you have adapted well."

Alvin said indifferently: "No, the wisdom of this world has been divided into multiple fields, but the essential intelligence and spiritual wisdom also have a suitable master."

"Oh," Prosser replied without much interest, what he mainly wanted to ask was... "Do you want to stay here and continue to study the wisdom of another world?"

Alvin paused, his eyes distorted the true meaning through the lens, but the firmness in the words was conveyed.

"If possible, I hope His Majesty can agree."

"How could I disagree?" Prosser smiled, pondered for a moment, and mentioned the time when the God of Wisdom just became a member of the God Department, "The year you first recognized me as Lord, I was still an extraordinary person. Rationality, and a puppet of the priesthood that has lost its sensibility, but now you can freely add subjective and passive emotions to your rationality to master profound wisdom."

"This is the result of your hard work, and I am very happy."

Just as Hypnos and Thanadus were praised by Hades more than all rewards, so it is for the god of wisdom.

The praise from the longing Majesty is his motivation for endless pursuit.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Alvin bent his straight back again.

Prosser patted him on the shoulder and led him back to the team.

The main gods from another world who came to greet Prosser finally assembled. This seemed to be able to summon something. Prosser felt that the one who could respond to their summons was probably himself.

Having a headache, my subordinates exposed all kinds of flaws as soon as they came in front of him, and then they couldn't help but sigh that they are really perfect, otherwise they wouldn't be able to subdue this group of snake spirits.

But when he thought that he was gone, these guys would become withdrawn gods, and they might not be able to get along with the gods of other gods, Prosser began to feel distraught.

It's not because he's worrying about it, but because he has a criminal record.

Because even these companions of the Guangming God Department, they can fight, the reason is just trivial matters. As a god, with such a dissolute and disdainful personality, he is really super disturbed just thinking about his absence.

Prosser thought silently while clenching his left hand that had "disappeared".

This is conceptually forced into a regular "organ".

"Okay, the number of people is here, come and tell me the purpose of your coming here."

Prosser separated some of his mind from the entanglement, and clapped his hands calmly.

I saw this guy with a name that made people want to shout "Is this really a god? It can't be a fake!", looked at each other, and launched Ebra.

Poor honest man, that's the only time he's needed.

At this time, the wind is quiet and the heat of summer recedes, and it is the end of early autumn and late summer.

The trees planted in the city were rustled by the blowing, and the shadows falling on the ground even scattered a lot of mottled light and shadow.

The faces of all the gods present were very serious, they didn't just come to Prosser with the idea of ​​fooling around!

If there is no business to do, when they embark on this journey and reach the end, it will be the time when they complain that every day should not work, and the land will not work.

Prosser's subordinates never show mercy to those who have nothing to do to trouble him.

Ebra carefully conveyed the original words of the Grim Reaper series, and the arc of the corner of his mouth made everyone else feel bitter.

"The one said, boy, the taste of the spirit you sent last time was mediocre and not chewy, but this time it is rich in nutrition and sufficient in quantity, and the subordinate gods can also share a piece of the pie instead of me alone. Express your satisfaction, and then you will find time to come back. I have something to ask you, yes, don’t doubt it, I am looking for you, do you think it is a surprise? Of course it needs a surprise! Because I never thought that I would take the initiative to find you Pit! Fuck it, let’s not talk about it, just like this..."

"... These are the exact words of that person." Ebra lowered his eyebrows and imitated the tone of the boss of the death series vividly, but he didn't dare to look up at Prosser's face.

"what."

Ugh?

Ebra was taken aback, and smiled?

Prosser lazily lowered the corners of his mouth, "That old guy..."

Ebla raised his eyes full of surprise.

Why does His Majesty look so happy?

At this time, the God of Life did not doubt that the laughter he heard before was an illusion.

Prosser blinked and said with a smile: "I'm laughing at that old guy who talked about work like eating. Usually, the souls of mortals are handled by the gods. Too many gods died in this battle of gods. Even the lazy The old guy, now he must pick up the death scythe and return to his old business with a full face of complaints."

"Seeing that he is unlucky, how can you say I can't be happy?"

Ebra lowered his head silently, thinking that only you can decipher so many meanings from that sentence.

The guy called the old guy by Prosser has a detached status and authority in their world.

Even the dead souls of gods will be taken over and disposed of by them, and judged for their crimes in life.

This is the oldest god who does not know when it was born and how long it has lived.

It is said that even the ancient evil gods are just children born under his watchful eyes.

Such a mysterious and great god, only Prosser can ridicule so indifferently.