Lost Seal

Does this verify that angel wings can be hidden?

It also increases the possibility that the angel that Gordon subdued is Metatron?

Ansbilis felt that McCarvey might not be considered a lunatic, and the world was even crazier in comparison.

Tommy stood in his shadow, tapped him on the shoulder, and tapped him on the shoulder, and finally couldn't help saying, "There's a reason for that."

"I can hear you."

"It is said that in the early days of creation, the mainland was not stable. In order to prevent the continent from disintegrating into small islands, God buried fourteen wooden pillars on the mainland. There is also a saying that it was Metatron's ten pillars. Four pairs of wings."

Ansbilis said: "It is possible. The wings of an angel are a symbol of strength. After the fall of the four-winged and six-winged angels, God took back the extra wings, leaving only one pair. The lowered pair of wings fly back to heaven."

Tommy said sadly: "It's a pity that the fallen angels have been corroded by evil forces, and they are getting farther and farther away from heaven."

Ansbilisi's eyes flashed, and he had a thought: "If someone finds Metatron's wings, can he use his power?"

"No!" Tommy denied loudly.

"why?"

Tommy said: "You lost your teeth, can others use them?"

Ansbilis said: "Why not?" The hardness remained the same.

"..." Tommy was afraid that the vampire would have bad thoughts about the wooden pillars supporting the human world, so he insisted, "If it could be used by others so easily, the human world would have collapsed long ago."

Ansbilis said: "It is said that the world originally had only one continent, but now... the word disintegration is appropriate?"

Tommy was speechless.

The more Ansbilis thought about it, the more he felt that he had found the right direction.Regardless of whether Gordon uses Metatron's wings to reverse time and space, he can do it himself, maybe this is his path back to the future! "Where can I find these fourteen pairs of wings?"

What would a vampire want to manipulate time for?

Is it to take the blood army back to participate in the holy war?

Or simply burn Adam to ashes with his ribs before Eve is born?

……

Wouldn't it be exploring the Ice Age?

Tommy's blood flowed backwards.He blamed himself for causing a catastrophe by his lack of restraint, and refused angrily: "I will never reveal a word! You can never get them."

"I'm here to write a thesis."

"Don't lie to me, you can't even make up a decent dissertation title!"

Ansbilis looked at the black cat, and the black cat stuck out its tongue, expressing its helplessness. "Well, how about "On the Effect of Gravity on the Falling of Angel Wings"?"

"Full of improvised haste."

It's just a toast and no drinking.Ansbilis smiled brightly: "I don't seem to have introduced myself yet?"

Tommy didn't like this: "If you don't have dementia, you should remember that you said you were a blood race when you came in."

"But it didn't say which clan I belonged to."

……

Totally bad feeling!

Tommy lied to himself, "I don't want to know at all!"

Ansbilis showed his symmetrical fangs and smiled extraordinarily amiably: "During the jihad, they worked hard for the Holy See."

When he is an idiot?Did the blood race contribute to the Holy See during the jihad?

Tommy shook his head and said, "It's useless to build relationships, I won't tell you."

"McCarvey."

……

"Oh no!" Tommy slammed his head on the table.

Ansbilis said pityingly, "Another piece of good news?"

Tommy looked up at him pitifully.

Ansbilis grinned: "I'm in a good mood now, and I won't torment you too badly. At least I won't pull my ribs out of your body like a god."

Tommy saw his hand slowly stretching towards his neck, and exclaimed, "Wait! I really don't know where the fourteen wooden pillars are. I also know that Metatron couldn't have imagined such a thing to I."

Ansbilis said: "Sorry, I don't accept this answer."

"But!" Tommy swallowed, "my teacher knows more than I do. He should be able to give you better advice."

"Where is your teacher?"

"Central Holy See."

"Hehe." He didn't mind going to the Central Holy See for a while, but not now.

"But!" Tommy continued quickly, "he just came to London for a meeting two days ago."

Ansbilis smiled gratifiedly: "It is a good habit to attend meetings on time."

The black cat squinted at him.I don't know which member of parliament is often absent from parliament without reason.

Ansbilis blindfolded it as if feeling something, and held it in his arms: "You know a lot of things when I don't know it."

The black cat froze.

"When we're all free, let's settle the matter." He smiled, and gently kissed it's ear.

Tommy prayed to God silently in his heart: The blood of the McCarvey family is really perverted, and they actually treat their cats lightly!Still a tomcat!I hope that the teacher's three-inch tongue can dispel his evil thoughts and let the fourteen wooden pillars stay in their original places.

John Whitehorse sat up in bed, the pom-pom from his nightcap fell on his nose, and he sneezed.

Ansbilis: "..." There was no more handkerchief, so he passed Tommy's wide sleeve over.

John took his sleeve and blew his nose, sniffed and said, "Thank you! Ah... who are you?!"

Ansbilis took three steps back knowingly.

Tommy took a step forward and told his teacher, who was nearly eighty years old, the ins and outs.

"What?" John screamed. "You revealed the whereabouts of the fourteen pillars?"

"No, I didn't." With a chill behind his back, Tommy quickly changed his words, "Changed! No, I don't know at all!"

"You mean, if you know, you'll reveal it to the vampires, our enemies?"

"No, I didn't mean that."

Before they had time to start a substantive dialogue, the master and apprentice fell into a frantic rhythm that evolved from unilateral accusations to mutual blaming. Trick to win.

Seeing Tommy's dejected face, John lifted the quilt and got out of bed triumphantly: "Huh? Where's the vampire you brought?"

Tommy said, "I just saw them walking in the direction of the kitchen."

John wondered: "What are they doing in the kitchen? Aren't we the only food suitable for blood races in the house?"

Tommy: "..."

The kitchen is very quiet.

Ansbilis cut a piece of butter with a table knife, spread it gently on the bread, then cut the bread into small pieces, ate a piece for himself, and fed a piece to the black cat...

Looking at their harmonious appearance, John and Tommy felt goosebumps were about to rise.

Ansbilis looked up suddenly: "Do you want some?"

Tommy shook his head subconsciously: "No, you take it slowly." Although the light bulb has been invented, the extended meaning has not yet appeared, so he naturally doesn't know the source of his subconscious shaking of his head.

John protested feebly, "Here's my breakfast."

Ansbilis said, "Thank you."

"Not respectful at all," John muttered.

Ansbilis admired the charming appearance of the black cat's tongue licking its lips, and said absently: "Are you sure you want to discuss the issue of age with me?"

John said: "No, I'm talking about the state of life. I'm going to the coffin."

Ansbilis said: "My life is in a state where I can go to the coffin at any time."

……

John looked at Tommy in disbelief: "Did I just discuss the coffin with a blood race?"

Tommy said sympathetically, "I can erase this memory."

John coughed dryly and said to Ansbilis, "Let's go."

Ansbilis raised his eyebrows.

"You can take my breakfast with you." John turned, nightcap arcing in the air at the pom-pom, flung it in Tommy's face, and walked haughtily along with his Master.

Tommy took a deep breath and quickly followed.

John came to the library in the basement with an oil lamp in his hand. Seeing that there was no sound for a long time, he turned his head and said displeasedly, "Why hasn't he come down?"

Tommy pointed ahead of him.

John turned around and saw the complaining protagonist calmly occupying his chair and gently rubbing the cat's belly.He pursed his mouth, as if nothing had happened, put the oil lamp by the wall, then walked to the front of the bookshelf, took out a notebook from a pile of thick and large books, and handed it to Ansbilis.

"What is this?" Ansbilis turned the page, and there were strange symbols drawn on it.

John said: "To master the time is to master the world. The original words of the owner of this notebook."

Ansbilis turned to the title page and saw a familiar name: Gordon Turner.

"You are not the only lunatic who wants to master the mysteries of time, at least this dark wizard is also your accomplice. You can look at his notes, maybe you can get some inspiration." John turned a blind eye to Tommy's hinting eyes, "But I want to remind You, the dark wizard, probably no longer exist. After all, coveting the power of a god is no different from courting death."

Ansbilis read the notes quickly: "He is not dead."

John was taken aback: "You know him?"

"Also, his experiment probably succeeded."

John exclaimed, "That's impossible!"

Ansbilis did not say that he was from the future, and his relationship with the Holy See was not so good that he talked about everything: "He can make time prohibit." His nonsense made up the truth. "I'm looking for the reason why he controls time and stop him."

John didn't believe him, not at all.In the nineteenth century, the Holy See and the Blood Race had not yet passed through a long period of peace, and they were full of vigilance and hostility towards each other.He said: "If this is the case, there is nothing I can do. I don't know where the fourteen wooden pillars are."

"Okay." Ansbilis picked up the cat and disappeared into the basement with such a speed that both Tommy and John were caught off guard.

John suddenly yelled, "Oops!"